You'll be 40 before you know it ....

Tuesdays have always held a special place in my heart. Always. Just like the cheerie madamuselle on a broadway theater that smiles everytime our eyes meet. They're are not as bad as mondays but not as good as Wednesdays either, which are indeed a step into the direction of the nearest weekend. And the weekends ...... ahhh ... a truly holi .. holi .. day. When u've got code to write and bugs to look at all day long , a weekend comes like the topping of a caramel that flatters the taste buds and pulls a smile on your face. I smile as i think of my long weekends and the exodus it brings after a hectic busy week for me. All is good, so hit that dial.

Still smiling away, my mind yonders about taking another holiday. Mind you i've just had one about a month ago to KL, Jakarta and Bali. Sweet as. But busy schedules and office back stabbings & kiasu bitchin' routine makes me want to take another. Is me or has my work life approached a terminal expirery stomp? I've always planned to retire at by 40, and hopefully this plan transpires and is achieved. By 40 this would be my dream life.

1. I'd be living in a neat but friendly kampung in kedah somewhere, enjoying the morning nasik lemak at the coffee stall before sipping my fresh brewed coffee while listening to the humming noises of hollow paddy stumps getting slapped by the northern winds. With some money stashed in the nearby district bank, life would be easy as they come and expenses kept at a bare minumum. No more complicated state-of-the-art product development or volatile market prediction exercises, just the plain old boring days at the coffee shops where the most mind bongling thing to think about would be who to vote in he next election. I need to retired fast.

2. Stepping into the local district bank, i walk past pak dollah the farmer and cek nab the planter who had just deposited their monthly collection into their savings. Looking around me i notice the bank filled with ordinary kampung folks doing their monthly banking do's slowly but steadily .. like everything else here in the kampung. I run a quick check of my accounts and yes .. my RM4 mil bucks that i collected from 10 years of working is still there. I look at it twice just to make sure that the all the '0's are there and that the account still has my name on it. Phew ... boy does it feel good to be living out here and spending at most 20 bucks a day going by in this kampung.

3. After lunch i finaly get a chance to retreat to my gizmo workshop at the back end of my kampung atap house just beside the fresh water pond. The view from my gizmo room is amazing. It overshoots the lonely green paddy lots with the occasional kampung children coming back from their religious classes in the evening. At am finally at peace with nature. No more road hogs on the federal highway or national express busses wedging thick balks smog in my face. I switch on my 3G intell desktop and slide my window pane shut before winding my LG air condition to full blast. Heat is something that constantly annoys me here in the kampung. On my .Net VSC++, i load my GPS/GSM path locator project solution and i'm building for the next generation mobile devices on CE. Just a bit more tweaking before i get it compiling and running for my big demo next week. But if it doesn't build, fine. After all its all just a big hobby for me now .. as opposed to a career a few years ago. I'm cool with that.

With a burning desire to retire ... i know the next couple of years would determine whether this life would really be a reality. Who knows ... after all i have seen mates making million$ over nite before. Now isn't life more interesting when u have these sort of dreams? or is it? You tell me.