I have not posted in more than six months now. In that six months many things have happened, the Covid-19 pandemic erupted and till now an end to it is nowhere to be seen. Many have lost their jobs and many will be waiting to have their services terminated.
I had commenced on a personal journey to contact my old classmates at Victoria Institution, Kuala Lumpur, but my efforts have been futile and I am nowhere nearer my goal than one year ago. Indonesia, my spiritual and once my physical alma mater is struggling and battling the covid menace. I have tried to contact my old colleagues at LAPAN (Lembaga Penerbangan Antariksa Nasional and sad to have discovered six of them had passed on. I do not know what to do next. Old people are often lonely, the world has no time for the old. We are not even considered antiques but "rongsokan" which means wrecks in the Indonesian language. To be sure I completed my matriculation at Victoria Institution but I haven't the slightest clue as to any of my teachers names. A trip back to Kuala Lumpur in February of this year revealed nothing and I am seriously considering burying altogether my efforts to revive a past that held so many happy and wonderful memories. I was in Upper Six B1 the class fondly dubbed as double math. In Malaysia, they have not the concept of NKRI harga mati (the abbreviations stand for Negara Kesatuan Republik Indonesia...and the ending in "harga mati". If you do not understand Indoenesian, but have a fair grasp of the Malay language, you could more or less guess its meaning.
Today, it's a Friday afternoon. The air is warm and quiet all around the neighborhood where I live. But the virus has yet to go away.
I had commenced on a personal journey to contact my old classmates at Victoria Institution, Kuala Lumpur, but my efforts have been futile and I am nowhere nearer my goal than one year ago. Indonesia, my spiritual and once my physical alma mater is struggling and battling the covid menace. I have tried to contact my old colleagues at LAPAN (Lembaga Penerbangan Antariksa Nasional and sad to have discovered six of them had passed on. I do not know what to do next. Old people are often lonely, the world has no time for the old. We are not even considered antiques but "rongsokan" which means wrecks in the Indonesian language. To be sure I completed my matriculation at Victoria Institution but I haven't the slightest clue as to any of my teachers names. A trip back to Kuala Lumpur in February of this year revealed nothing and I am seriously considering burying altogether my efforts to revive a past that held so many happy and wonderful memories. I was in Upper Six B1 the class fondly dubbed as double math. In Malaysia, they have not the concept of NKRI harga mati (the abbreviations stand for Negara Kesatuan Republik Indonesia...and the ending in "harga mati". If you do not understand Indoenesian, but have a fair grasp of the Malay language, you could more or less guess its meaning.
Today, it's a Friday afternoon. The air is warm and quiet all around the neighborhood where I live. But the virus has yet to go away.
