Life back here in the roots has been surprisingly bearable. Apart from the persistent sporadic doldrums and a ubiquitous tedium in which the locals proudly adulate, the place also features an unfortunate paucity of entertainment, dead silent streets after 11 o’clock, non-existence of massage parlors or spas, defunct public swimming pool, empty pubs on a Friday night etc. And despite the town’s elevation to a ’City’, the line: “Terengganu don’t have any fucking cinema lah!” still stands. Here’s a place where fast food restaurants such as KFC and Pizza Hut are deemed the cutting edge of Luxury.In the face of these, I simply quelch expectations. Forget about song writing since the current laptop’s not even capable of decent internet navigation. Forget about wanting to try out that recipe I saw online since flour tortillas and salsa sauce are nonentity. Forget about DotA sprees since there’s always an inevitable lack of players. Forget it all. Than to brood and get vexed over these impossible maze-like walls of limitations, I’d best contend myself with what’s possible. Thus, adhering to the tacit admonition from within, I decided to focus on the more important: Family.Yesterday, I helped my Dad with his furniture store. We assembled 60 towel hangers. S-I-X-T-Y. It’s not rocket science, that I know, but the figure 60, that oughta account for something, no? Then again, there’s 90 more to go since the order was for 150. Takes quite an effort assembling them parts and drilling them nails. To be more precise, my toil was mostly piecing-the-parts whilst my dad did the drilling. Tool: a pen knife and a hammer was all I was given. It did get slighty tedious after a while, that I admit. But then again, buys me conversation time with my dad, and I gotta say, it’s really worth it.That aside, guess how much these hangers cost? RM22! And guess how much they sell? You won’t believe this: RM26! I understand that business wi...