

I am a mother of five and I am plunging (yes, plunging) fast into mid-life. But I am still trying to find myself... I adapted this blog title from the movie A Passage To India (obviously)~ the scenes from the movie are just too memorable. And afterall, what is life as we know it if not just a passage towards yang abadi?



And no, this book is not totally unlike me.. I have actually read all the rich dad books by Robert Kiyosaki. Not that the dad in the house is any richer, mind you. Maybe I should be reading rich mum, if there is such a book(s). That might do the trick..
And while the quiet is mine (with ref to the previous post), I google a bit here and you-tube a bit there and then blurk around some.
the other one, 42 year old, heart attack last june. bodoh sombong, typical (beep) constable:
cant stop smoking because he'll gain weight (obese fellow, never exercise)
wanted to go home if he has to wait too long (he feels that he's the sultan) ...
I am always left amazed whenever he writes something. There is something to be learnt. Something to be in awe of. Something that would touch the heart. Something to be envy about.
Something.. almost surreal in a way about him. That makes me feel so small and almost like insignificant at times..