Riding Through it All ...

As i am writing this, the inspiration is still wading its way through my veins and reaching out to every part of the body, thanks to the meeting with Mr. ROTH Hok. So yeah, this post is mainly about him! There is something about him, something "fatherly" and warm ... With him just sitting there chairing the staff meeting, and eloquently talking about the future of IFL and everything, i was hooked and at the same time, inspired! Ever since he has walked out on us, leaving us under the management of the new team, there have been a lot of changes, some for the worse and some, of course, for the better as well. But I always feel that with him around, there is this unspoken trust, understanding, and reassurance, all of which can be felt in the air. I have met and talked to many people, of various levels, with various educational degrees and experiences, but nobody has inspired me the way he has. I couldn't believe I was able to sit through the THREE-HOUR MEETING, and for on

The tip of my index finger is stained with the ugly dark purple ink. Well, it's the national communal election day, and the first things i saw in the morning in Facebook were fingers--a lot of fingers, actually--as an indication that they exercised their right as a citizen to have their voice heard. As a matter of fact, it took me less than 10 minutes to get in the "room" and out. But yeah, i read the instruction on the ballot sheet carefully in case i missed out on anything important. Too bad! There were names of the parties of which I had never heard nor seen. And yes, the so-called "secret room" was barely secret. It was just some metal scraps shaped to make it look like a shield of some sort. After dropping my ballot into the box, I was instructed to dip my index finger into the ink bottle. Speculation had it that 200 grands were spent on just the ink bottles alone. I am not quite sure about that, though. I will need to look it up somewhere. Anyways, now