The only way I can keep on writing is as if I write to you alone. Hence, my writing is my physical manifestation of love to you.
What else can it be? You are the only one I can talk to. Only you knows who I really am. I made attempts to show who I am to BJ, Els and Chedet but the truth is, only you have the full picture.
Lizzie, don't even know which is head which is tail, poor Lizzie.
Now that I had open up everything to you, suddenly I want to recoil back everything that I said. I want to go back to the time where things are much simpler. Where I was just a Simple Man/a Just Man.
Sarah, I longed for the time I just focus on being the best I can be and earn pretty decent living. The time of Sharudin Jamal & Associates.
You want to see my car then? Alfa Romeo 164 Twin Spark WDL 898:
I was so proud of the car Sarah. I was 30 when I got the car. Things were simpler. SJ&A was a tiny organization with 3 associates.
I basically have a free hand to do whatever I like.
This was my first bike, Cagiva River 600 cc:
Then I bought a super bike, Honda Fireblade 900 RR:
I was at the top of my game. I was also reckless with my money. At that time finding money is like picking fruits in an orchard. I decided how much I want in each account and went for it. I only took what I need. Nothing more. Anything extra I pass to my contemporaries.
I earned a lot but I also spent a lot. I told Lizzie, "Don't worry duit boleh dicari (I can always look out for money)."
Oh well. Those were the days...
Let's listen to the songs then:
Now when I look back, I realize that those are only fond memories of the past. When we think of the past, we tend to over romanticize it. Actually it was a pressure cooker.
Yeah... The present is the best time of my life. Begone are the days I have to miss 6 months of groceries money because the clients did not pay on time. Also gone the days where I have to worry about managing people. Finally, I also forgo those false friends forever.
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