tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169180752024-03-07T22:03:20.485+08:00Talk Only...Do not expect exposes on this blog. I am not a politician nor a political analyst. Not even a soothsayer.
Just a Sit-Down Comedian Wannabe.cakapajehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591299159181667866noreply@blogger.comBlogger510125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16918075.post-66259079448548485302018-06-13T12:00:00.001+08:002018-06-13T12:09:48.714+08:00A QuickieThe new cabinet listing is being viraled through many groups in whatsapp and what-ever. I had a glimpse and the best thing I like about the line-up: apart from their professional titles, not one name had any honorary title attached! This, to me is the most fantastic thing. Let's keep it this way.cakapajehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591299159181667866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16918075.post-2141356134246607112018-03-27T03:10:00.000+08:002018-03-27T03:10:10.768+08:00At The Bay<div>
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Been here for almost 2 weeks now. The house is still messy with many things not at their place and many more out of place. But it is, as a friend would put it: 'ok-lah! It's okay!' He's not been here yet and I don't think he'll ever be. Spend most of his time juggling between his family in Batu Pahat, and his work on a few islands off the east coast. A real comic at tines but a real serious man at work. V, as in the alphabet, is what he wants people to call him.</div>
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I try to think what V would say of this place if he really gets around. No, I don't think it'll be 'ok' to him. In all probability he would scoff at the very idea of this place being called a bay. Maybe it's true because for the short time I've been here, I've yet to explore and find the actual bay as in the name. And how a supposedly fierce commander of the past lend his title to this place. Maybe I will in the near future.</div>
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cakapajehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591299159181667866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16918075.post-76693615805009420242018-01-14T12:43:00.000+08:002018-01-14T12:43:57.310+08:00Thursday, January 11Where do one begin when one wants to write about the dearest thing in one's life? There may be so many ways to do so but when is wrought in emotional turmoil, perhaps the best way is to come straight to the point.<br />
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Last Thursday, January 11, my beloved Emak passed away. </div>
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Emak was 85yrs of age when she passed away. Just like everyone who passed through this world, Emak fought many battles in her life. Sometime in September last year, she had a fall and broke her Femur bone while playing with her 3yr old great grandson. An ambulance took her to the hospital where she was warded while the doctors contemplate on what best to be done. At her age, the doctors have to be more cautious on any procedure, understandably. Emak was released 2 weeks later without having to go through surgery as the doctors feared for her weak lungs caused by an infection some 4yrs back.<br />
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About a month passed since her release, a new complication arise. She could not get up and her speech was in slur. Primary examinations suggested inadequate oxygen reaching her brain and as her other motors were responding well, the doctors concluded her condition was not stroke-related. Emak responded well with oxygen fed through face mask but for a short period only.<br />
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Met a guy the other day. We first met when the Residents Reps of the area were trying to get acquainted with the various RAs, in an effort to make a better place for everyone. So far things are going good and meeting him again by chance the other day, helped give a better perspective of things. And as usual these days, the main topic would revolve around politics. As usual too as many would with new acquaintances, I'd rather do the listening and was glad I did. </div>
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Apparently, this guy, Nick, as we will call him, is or was from the other camp but he and his peopleare ready to change allegiance to another. He was speaking rather fast and in a mamak shop where all sort of noises can be heard, several words were lost to me. Words such as 'pow-wow' and 'July'. While the latter could possibly indicate something big this coming year, the other had me scratching my head on what was meant. And believe, one wouldn't want a guy like Nick to repeat things. Oh, he's a nice guy but you just don't that to him. After we parted, I began trying to put things together of what was said. </div>
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'July' can mean anything such a wedding, Raya celebration, a...er, whatever else there is. The other, 'pow-wow', though, can be quite specific but such is the mention, then it old news to many unless something more sinister is being brewed. Hmm...too big a play for someone like me. Hey, I'm no Sherlock, mind you. Then again, what if it was a single word such as 'pow' or 'pau'. Intriguing!</div>
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Well, for one, 'pau', could not be anything else but that 'kueh pau'; originally a Chinese snack which almost everyone has a fancy to. But it would be ridiculous for Nick to mention about food. Or, perhaps not. </div>
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The other word 'pow', most certainly could not mean the sound cdof a fist landing on someone's face. As I was contemplating the word Nick meant, my thoughts strayed to a distant past to the age when a young man would think he is invincible. The recent events in his life has proven such a notion a fallacy but one do have to admit that he took a very long while to realise it. Still, all is not lost. I hope.</div>
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Now, I wouldn't know of the present day usage but back then, 'pow' simply meant extortion and usually but not all the time, demanding money by force on the streets. Robbery, in another words. Or, if you wish, highway bandits. Oops, strike that last one out as we already have those in legal form.</div>
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Back then, a guy would join the young pups of a secret society, mostly to prove himself a man. Sometimes though, another would be forced in simply to keep company of a friend of friends. Such was the tale of one in a distant past.</div>
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While the pups lay in hide, the boy stood on the tracks waiting for a passerby. A girl in her early twenties soon walked into view, using the tracks as a shortcut to her destination. When the girl stepped nearer, they boy - feeling guilt all over - asked the girl for the time in a rather polite way. The girl, with her eyes bulged wide, was clearly in shock and began looking all around her. Before the guy could say or do anything, she screamed out loud and ran the direction she came. It must have been a real fright for her, one, perhaps, she still remember. For the boy though, it surely would be one of the most embarrassing moments in his life. The good thing that came out of it is that the guy regretted his intended action and vowed never do such things again to anyone.<br />
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<br />cakapajehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591299159181667866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16918075.post-23643770708462467902016-10-09T02:06:00.001+08:002016-10-09T02:40:32.012+08:00Double Whammy<i>A decision had to be made.</i><br />
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<i>After fighting the pain for more than 12hours, the man decided to give in. But before proceeding to the course of action needed, he dragged himself to the bathroom for a shower, being careful with each painful step as not to exaggerate matters to beyond manageable point. Soon as he's done with dressing, he picked up the landline and made a quick call. Having locked the front door and grill, he sat on the wooden chair just beside the grill. He did not have to wait long.</i><br />
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These past 5years or so, my health has taken one bad turn to another. Small jobs including a lovely script writing for a corporate video had to be passed on to friends simply because I could not give the needed concentration due to another recurring pain, one that last visited me more than a decade ago. Yes, I do realise that I sound like a crybaby as there are more people with worse pain that I can I imagine. Borrowing a title from a song by the The Carpenters, let me just say that "I Can <i>Write</i>(Dream), Can't I?"<br />
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It's taken me a while to whip my phobia into place and get back to blogging. Yes, every time I'm away for a while, I do tend to be afraid of writing though the words and sentences flow beautifully whenever I'm away from the pc; not that I'm good anyway. Oh, the turmoil of the day does not help either with the antics of those clowns in red.<br />
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<i>Arriving at the ER in great pain, the doctors made some quick physical checks before administrating 2 painkiller shots with the second 10mints or so from the first. The man lapsed into a state of unconsciousness only to be woken by soft voice of 2 people dressed in white and standing beside his bed.</i><br />
<i>"He looks dehydrated" said a man's voice.</i><br />
<i>The man half opened his eyes and asked in a near quivering voice "You a sorcerer?"</i><br />
<i>The man in white heard and laughed out loud, taken by surprise at the question and played the game too "An early twenty first century, fully certified", as he leant nearer.</i><br />
<i>"How did you know I'm dehydrated?"</i><br />
<i>"Your tongue's dry".</i><br />
<i>"Oh!," said the man already feeling like a fool.</i><br />
<i>"Say Doc," the man continued "don't you think grass would have worked better than whatever you put into me just now?"</i><br />
<i>Again the doctor laughed out loud but this time in a more controlled manner before replying "Sorry, we're all out of stock". His reply almost came to nought as the man slipped back into unconsciousness.</i><br />
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Happily though, between that latest ER episode and now, quite a number of good things have been happening namely 2 reunions and a union. Not mine though that union part, but of my niece and an Aussie student she met while studying in Berkeley. And plenty of photos too to keep warm the heart. Still, the initial results of the gathering of sorcerers does put a lid on all. Somehow it left me feeling all too serious in some ways and a sharp tongue to go with. Not trigger-happy kind but loaded and waiting for some inexplicable moment. That's bad, yes, I admit but just can't help myself at times.<br />
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<i> After more that 12hours lying on bed and having been transferred to the ER Observation Ward, the man was waken rather rudely by a young doctor but who in turn was baulked at where he then retreated quietly. From then on, it became like an episode in the TV series 'House', where doctors of different departments came and went, along with other tests where in one instance, before the man could finish his sentence, had the Leading Doctor sent the man for x-rays. All the man said was "A punch and a kick..." referring to the point of pain. </i><br />
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"In any bad situation, some good can be found," so it is said. I do very much believe in that. Within these few years of my being in and out of hospitals, I have been treated kindly and gently by almost all save a few. And it is not only to me that they've been kind and professional in conduct but to other patients too, as I have observed. Mind you, I'm not talking about private hospitals here but Public as well as Semi-G (hospitals of universities). From Orderlies to Nurses and Doctors, as well as other support staff, I have nothing but good words for each and every one of them. And I also learn to accept humility where in one instance with my inability to move, a young Chinese Nurse fed me with no rush nor complaints but a smile on her face.<br />
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Looking at them and the many more from each walk of life, I believe that together, we can brave this stormy weather we seem to be sailing into and come out shining bright. Undeniably, we need the change quite like say...music has changed throughout time. Take for example the duo below.<br />
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<i>of knowledge and the need of it</i><br />
<i>to chart and navigate our future</i><br />
<i>and the splendours that await us</i><br />
<i>Yet the very book needed he close</i><br />
<i>and the instruments </i><br />
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<i>He speaks, yet again</i><br />
<i>of justice and being righteous</i><br />
<i>and the nobility of the two</i><br />
<i>Yet he understands them not</i><br />
<i>for the two, he is known not to be</i><br />
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<i>He speaks, yet again</i><br />
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<i>For as sure as the sun in a bright day</i><br />
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<i>the mircale they are</i><br />
<i>the miracle he is not</i><br />
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<i>and a scribe worded it venomously</i><br />
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<br />cakapajehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591299159181667866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16918075.post-45461043402533518712016-05-30T01:15:00.000+08:002016-05-30T04:22:41.573+08:00Spring What?Hmm...I'm going to have some fun writing this. The bad kind of 'fun', that is. Not for any real reason but the reply given by a certain someone in a community chat group left me wondering whether to laugh or give him a blast of my tongue. Oops, make it fingers. I mean, no one goes tapping the keyboard of their mobile with their tongue do they? That will be yucky and plain stupid of the person. Then again. Oh my, before the keyboard warriors of the goons report me to the nearest Police Station, let me just say this: Nah, your bosses ain't worth my spit. This has nothing to do with them so why don't just go back to your mama.<br />
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My command of the English Language is bad. At times, it really sucks, I readily admit. But when you find someone who is supposed to be a Someone and he making a mistake, it somehow made me feel like a Nobel Laurette nominee. Now, should I laugh or should I bring out my 12 gauge? But since I am not in possession of the latter, I guess laugh will have to do even if by myself. Now, that reminds me.<br />
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Within the month I've not been able to move around, I've been catching up on some TV series, especially those episodes which either I missed or they just did not reach our shores. I mentioned it in an earlier posting how I watched the entire 2 seasons of Stargate Universe. I thought 'Wow! That was something'. Try watching the entire 5 seasons of 'Fringe'. Me, I nearly went bananas. 5 seasons within 3 weeks? I did go bananas (grin).<br />
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Don't get me wrong. I love the series and I really do admire John Noble for the character/s he played. To make it short, in the series he was a mad scientist who was released from a mental asylum to help the FBI solve some paranormal and what-have-you events, and one who voluntarily had himself lobotomised for fear that he might venture onto some scientific experiments which would wreak havoc on Earth. The eccentricity he portrayed was short of a joy to watch. Now, being eccentric is normally associated with being either rich or one with high intelligence. If you do not have one of the two, people will just say you're a loony. Quite like the guy writing this, I suppose.<br />
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Then, there was 'The Night Manager'. That, was a gem of a watch even if was a mini-series of 6 episodes. Adapted from a novel by the same name and written by Le Carre, There was a tinge of disappointment though. Won't say much but if one remember a 1987 US TV series with the title 'Wise Guy', then one gets the drift. Still, it's a notable watch. Oh, for fans of 'House's Hugh Laurie, do catch him in an entirely different setting. Even if you're not, you should because you may just love the ending. Now, no peeking, please.<br />
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I have it out of my chest already. Really, I don't have to go bad-tapping that someone now. Still feeling naughty, I'll just let you into it. Just a tad, mind you.<br />
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<i>After a deafening silence of about 8 minutes, I got my reply and was really anticipating something really really meaningful. After all, as one of the representatives from the residential area I am in, I would need to report something to them and not ride a horse all around howling 'The British are coming! The British are coming!', forgetting that they left some 70years ago. Now, that would really be dumb, not eccentric. But anyway, he replied in all capital letters:</i><br />
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<i>"Think I broke my heart" the man replied nonchalantly, and the the nurse laughed out loud.</i><br />
<i>"Your poor thing" said the nurse as she begin checking his blood pressure and temperature.</i><br />
<i>"So what's with the bandage, then?", she played along.</i><br />
<i>"Well, no one taught me how to bandage my heart". The nurse, feeling jovial, began humming 'Patah Hati', and old Malay song.</i><br />
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I have a new Battle Cry. But before I unveil it, I do have a confession to make. Moving around with a limp since I cannot remember when,, I was not able to run as well as most boys would and constantly find myself warming the reserve bench whenever the class has a soccer match. Worse still, my two elder brothers would often trick me into supporting the losing team of the English soccer matches. The English Premier League was non-existent then and those matches played between the First Division teams were normally shown several months late which my two brothers having known the results, forced me to support the losing team. After a while, I gave up on soccer only to pick it up again at the age of 13 but then, only as a spectator. <br />
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Over the years as the team's fortune takes a dip, My friends and I consigned ourselves to watching the important matches only. Needless to say, we are not part of the diehard fans, but fans we were. Under coach Mehmet Durakovic, the team won the prized Malaysia Cup last year. We were delighted and looked forward towards another grand year of soccer supremacy. However, that anticipation is being muddied currently.<br />
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Losing to Singapore is acceptable. History has shown both team sharing an almost even statistics on being victors. Losing to the Singapore Invitation Team as we did recently is acceptable too for the same reasons mentioned. But losing to SIT on home ground advantage is hard to swallow. Worse still, losing to SIT on home ground advantage when they were one man down is not acceptable and humiliating. Thus as a fan, I now cry "Sack Zainal Abidin!'. Sack him and bring back Mehmet Durakovic or get someone better! Erm...this is an alternative to political sacking most Malaysians, yours truly included, yearn for but a taboo subject to be writing about ya.<br />
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Now, since I mentioned footie, perhaps I should tell that my left ankle ballooned in size again. This is the 4th time in 8 years or so since the BERSIH march to Istana Negara but luckily this time the swell is not so big as previous 3. A friend took me to a Chinese Medical Practitioner who happens to be a Qi Gong Master, while another kindhearted friend paid for my consultation at a Chiropractor who incorporate Oriental and Western philosophy into his practice. Between the 2, I am more comfortable with the Master Soon (image below) though he admits not being able to do much for me. Perhaps though, he might be able to assist anyone reading this entry. He is in SS2, PJ, but you would need to call for an appointment. My apologies as the image is not very clear.<br />
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As for the Chiropractor, I do not have his business card on hand but he is located in Empire-Soho, Subang Jaya. I did not get to see the leading doctor himself that day, but the lady doctor who attended my case, suffice to say, she had my other sensations tingling. Oops!<br />
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For the past 3 weeks or so, I have been lying on the sofa doing whatever comes to mind. Could not walk nor sit for a long period as I also have Plantar Fasciitis which have been plaguing me for more than 8years now. It is only of recent that I'm seeking treatment for PF at Sg Buloh Hospital but the physio leaves much to be desired. Perhaps, my expectation is too high. But hey, for a man who's been in 5series for several years now, I think I should. Talking of which.<br />
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Lazing on the sofa somehow had me thinking of the 6series. I wonder what it will be like moving around in it. Given the current situation, I might be better stead than now. Hopefully. But maintenance-wise, goes without saying, would be higher. With more than 6years to go on current state, I guess I'll just have to wait it out. Now, before someone has the silly notion I'm talking about the Beemers, heck no! But yes, it is something which can get one sentimental about. Please do blame this song which has been playing in my years for about a week now.<br />
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It's been nearly 3 weeks now since my last posting. Somehow, I have been reluctant to post. Perhaps due to tiredness of doing nothing. Yup, that's what I have been doing. I stand, sometimes in the hot sun, sometimes in the shade of a make-do shelter, doing nothing. Sometimes I snap a picture or two. But no, not with my Cannon. That, has been sitting idle close to 4years now. Don't know when I'll pick it up again.<br />
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In between doing nothing, I managed to watch the entire 2seasons of Stargate Universe and feel sad that the series has been discontinued. Would certainly be nicer if the people can discontinue you-know-who, just like the way studios do with the series.<br />
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Not much too write for now. Just wanted to fight against my reluctance and fear of my tapping on the keyboard. And given the current situation, perhaps all of us can be singing this song with joy soon. The change in situation should warrant a change in performers, wouldn't you agree?<br />
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It used to be the tradition for Chinese community world over would take a very long break from work to celebrate Chinese New Year. Beginning from Day1 right up to the Chap Goh Mei - the 15th day - this would be a stretch of a much needed rest having worked hard throughout the year. However, with changing times and with it, so do working conditions as well as economic needs. Where once it may have been a taboo to work during this period, now it would be considered normal for a man or woman to be driving the taxi or opening shops even on the second day. The days of a long break are almost over for many just as I hope the day will be ending soon for a few.<br />
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<br />cakapajehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591299159181667866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16918075.post-41084291025447820142016-02-03T23:21:00.000+08:002016-02-03T23:34:59.518+08:00Between the Tsetse and the Zika<br />
My previous posting prior to 'Sleep' yesterday 2nd February, was on the 27th Jan. Just after that posting, I fell sick the next day. Yes, it's either my defense mechanism is not strong or the heat was really getting to me. In all probability though, both.<br />
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So there I was again, like a guy stoned, lying on the sofa and quite like the few years back, hardly able to keep my eyes open, with my walking more like a wraith floating around and sometimes not quite the direction I wanted to go, and luckily me, not stumbling over anything that might have left this blog with no owner. A frightening thought that can be. No, not the last part but the stumbling over. Oh, they're related in sequence, eh? Never mind.<br />
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Anyway, found the strength to hop over to the nearest clinic and had to pay a bomb of in excess of RM100! "By Jove" an Englishman would say, "have they now turned to pubs?". Truth may not be that far away for with the medicine given, I was knocked out again and again till I decided to fight it out and thus, the video by Albert Hammond. Strange thing is, no sooner the video is up, I did not feel like a tsetse-bitten guy after that.<br />
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OK, Tsetse flies are not to be found here but when one look around at some officials, it does make one wonder. The Sleeping Illness is no laughing matter and in Africa it may stretch right up to the Red Sea, which is rather frightening because when you look at the map of the world, the northern parts of our country is not too far away. I mean, though we've had or do know of sleeping officials before, were something like this illness strike us there, it can be quite alarming. Maybe I am exaggerating it maybe I'm not. Like I mentioned, we've had sleeping officials before and by now, I would very much like to think our Health Ministry has looked into the problem. Oops sorry, I'm digressing.<br />
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Anyway, soon after I upped the video yesterday, my mind ran a different direction. The doctor at the clinic was kind enough to remind me to come again should the temperature persist for more than 3 days, fearing what I have might be dengue-related. And I would have had followed through the advice had the doctor been someone with long hair and nice lanky legs to go with. As it was, the doctor was a guy and in no way was I going to pay in excess of RM100 again. But it did give me a thought and soon there I was on the road - soon after the video was upped - heading towards Sungai Buloh Hospital. Don't mind telling you that even before halfway there I was feeling much better already.<br />
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Yup, no sooner I registered at the ER, I just did not feel like moving an inch. I mean, with so many angels floating around right in front, was there a need to? It was like a ringside-seat. Hmm...don't know if that should be the right term. But anyway, move I did have to with an angel waving me delightfully into a room to check my blood which soon had me asking her in the most softest way I can, bearing in mind my voice was as husky as Willie Nelson or Joe Cocker, maybe both combined for better effect "What's wrong with my blood? Is it blue or green?" It just came out straight and I did not mean it any other way but somehow it tickled quite a few in the cubicles around. Say, can't a guy spend some quiet time together with an angel? Some people.<br />
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<i>With his eyes gazed northwestwards into the blue sky above, he wondered what lay beyond. Having been fascinated with the stars since a young age, he has read quite a bit about the yonder, mesmerised by all the colourful pictures of an expanse so large that man cannot even comprehend its vastness, only to nod silently, half in awe beyond words and the other, of a child listening intently the words which may well be of a foreign language - understanding nothing but embracing it all with eagerness that would have aroused envy and jealousy of 2 lovers lost in a world of their own. </i><br />
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These past few days, I have been slightly more worried about Emak. About a fortnight ago on her bi-Annual Medical, the doctor changed her medication for High-Blood as she was worried that the one she was on can lead to a potassium build-up leading to a blockage. But soon as Emak began taking the new dosage, she's been coughing with more phlegm than normal. Din, my elder brother, prefer to wait a while before taking Emak back to the hospital as he suspect that it the coughing might be caused by the heatwave we're experiencing now where presently, many are feeling under the weather too. Still, I keep remembering that day 3years ago when Emak had her first ambulance ride to a hospital. It is still fresh in my mind and an experience I will likely not forget.<br />
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We had just returned from Mekah for Umrah, courtesy of Emi, my eldest. The last few days there, Emak had shown signs of weakness which many said were fatigue of the journey. In Jeddah, hours before the flight, she decided to skip a short tour which she herself had requested for. While the rest in the group went on, she slept in a room and that was when I first heard of her wheezing. It was not loud, but it was distinct and I woke her to give her the puffer to use. Her tired face and movement were well noticeable but we spoke none of it for not wanting to worry her.<br />
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In any normal times when Emak is not well, she would always refused my asking to take her to the clinic citing 'Alah, sikit je' (just a minor thing). Whenever her ailments showed signs of worsening, I would have to call Din and ask him to bring Emak. And an asking from Din on such matter is something Emak cannot refuse. Sometimes I would smile by myself seeing Emak so obedient to one of her sons. Sometimes I feel sad about it. But on that night when we reached home after Umrah, I asked her and surpisingly, she agreed. The very next day, I fell ill and for most of the time during that period, Emak tended to her own needs.<br />
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Back to present day, when she called me earlier in the day asking me to take her to a clinic, the scenes of the episode above came rushing to my mind. I don't mind telling I was real scared. Even now.<br />
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The people of the village who were mainly Malays tried to put up resistance. But against baton-wielding enforcement officers and at least one bulldozer, they were badly outnumbered. Their new homes were demolished without consideration and care. The only empathy shown that day was by the driver of the bulldozer as he was about to demolish the village surau. The engine died and he failed to restart it and after several attempts, he just broke down and cried. And of the mercy shown by the villagers towards him - they helped him down and even gave him water. But for the villagers, there were none given. They were, in the words of a popular lawyer, 'bastardised' in a land they were born. <br />
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The exact date I cannot remember but it was in May 2005, and that village was not a solitary incident.<br />
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In Selangor, many villages fell too as the then State Government had a new slogan: Zero Squatters Colony. The fact that most of the 'squatters colony' were awarded 'Pioneer Status' mattered little to them as the land where once stood such villages became the property of property developers. Of the many, only Kampung Berembang stood defiant and victorious but only after their homes were demolished and the subsequent battles in and out of court. The hero for the villagers there is none other than YB Tien Chua.<br />
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It was Tien Chua who stood defiant against the enforcement officers and their machinery. But hey. isn't he a Chinese who stood alongside the Malays, when the Malay MPs of the ruling party were notably absent and worse, silent throughout the tragedies that occurred then? "Bastardised', the people were.<br />
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<br />cakapajehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591299159181667866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16918075.post-91028572405490291512015-12-19T21:24:00.000+08:002015-12-19T21:24:30.608+08:00Putting the Genie BackIt's been quite a while since I saw Robert De Niro in a good movie. About a year or so ago, the movie he acted in was so slow moving that I actually fell asleep. No offence meant as by now I should know that having a good cast does not mean a good movie. The story, the directing, the line, the cinematography, and many more contribute to the make of a good production. Let's not forget the twist and turns - however painful some maybe - which makes the audience sit up just as the they thought it was predictable. And it does not have to be an action movie at all. No sirree, it does not. One fine example is the latest De Niro movie 'The Intern'. That, by my reckoning, is a gem and a must watch. Oh OK, I've watched it so it is now listed as a 'must watch again'.<br /><br /><br />Now, before I continue, I think I should state that I am not a film critic. However since this is my blog, I can pretty much write my opinion on what I think is good or bad (smile), hoping that in no way at all the words I write or have written, can be considered seditious. Speaking of which: Prof, do hang in there, buddy. Now that more academicians have begun voicing their concern particularly about your freedom, you may yet walk free. OK, so I'm not one of those academicians. In fact, I'm not even an academician but who gives a shit, right? But I'm with you just as I believe many more academicians, and not, are. And Prof, just think this episode as one of the twist in movies (easy for me to say, huh?).<br /><br /><br />With a fine cast which include the hot Anne Hathaway, the twist in the movie may not be as profound as I mentioned above. In fact, one can describe it more as subtle even to the point of not noticeable. But it is there and one just have to follow the dialogues pretty close to catch it. That. however, can be somewhat difficult when one's eyes are glued to that Ms Hathaway who is in a role far different from those sci-fi/action movies I've seen her in. In 'T.I', she play a precious almost innocent-looking young mother and wife who heads her own on-line sales company. <br /><br /><br />De Niro, meanwhile, has a role which is not of a toughie, but one I love best. It may not win him the Oscar, but to me, it was simply the best I've seen of one of the best actors around. In a scene where he and Ms Hathaway had a snack late at night, Ms Hathaway said a line which became part of the title of this entry: Can't put the genie back in the bottle. Oh babe, you looked so darling precious! Oops! Want to know more the scene and movie? Watch it. Honestly, I am anticipating a sequel. But just as in real life, somethings are better left as it is. The same, sadly, cannot be said about the situation in this country of ours.<br /><br /><br />Of late, the news are splattered with stories about the rebels within that political party, a name that not only I, but many loathe even to mention. A hideous, heinous, party with a 4letter(word) acronym where members think of nothing but themselves and their party. To date, only one - and he is actually walking the plank now - had the brains to think about the nation first before that party. Even then, it was uttered only once and since then, never again. I pray that there'll come a day when the party and all its members, most especially the office bearers and all affiliated with them, will come to and end soon. We may not be able to put the Genie back in the bottle, we can then start looking for a better future. Till then, we just have to accept their presence and menace as another twist in the history of this beloved country of ours.<br />cakapajehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591299159181667866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16918075.post-45257115783404233382015-12-09T20:29:00.001+08:002015-12-09T20:29:45.357+08:00A Future BeckonsThe man walked out of the mamak restaurant towards his car and decided to head back home. He glanced at his watch and the time read half-past 2 in the morning and called his wife to tell her he'll be arriving shortly. He had been with a few friends discussing their dissatisfaction in matters of the nation where each of them voiced their opinion on ways that might help. With rising living cost which many can no longer afford, more than a few have no other recourse but to borrow from Money-Lenders, licensed and not, having pawned (and lost) many of their possessions in the early days of the regime. Soon, there will be nothing left but their very soul.<br />
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<i>During the course of the discussion, the man had stood and raised his voice, roaring above the din of the TV sound system to emphasise his point: "This next election, we must vote the regime out!", expecting a euphoria of agreement but was instead, greeted by a deadly silence not only from his friends, but the entire shop. Suddenly, everyone stopped talking and pretended to look the other way. Even his friends. Except Guy.</i><br />
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<i>Shaken by Guy's words, Man looked around at the crowd in the restaurant, paying special attention to anyone who did not look familiar but could not make anything about them: the elderly couple looked too thin and frail; the young man, more of the hip-hop kind and with the hat on his head, he did looked like the Gestapo, one from the many World War II movies he had seen; and the young lady, pretty and innocent looking, was coyishly talking on her cell phone and in all probability with her boyfriend. No, Man deduced. There's no one here that may be a member of the regime's intelligence.</i><br />
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<i>"Democratic nation, my foot!" whispered Guy. "They've been rigging the elections from Day One and this moment we are in now, is the penultimate to it all. Just one more is all it takes and we'll be their slaves".</i><br />
<i>"No! I'll not let my children be slaves to anyone! And not to them certainly, not them!". Man stood up and walked towards his car. </i><br />
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As he reached his car, four figures suddenly appeared from a van parked next to car. What happened next, no one really know. But Man must have felt electric shocks from a single shot of a Taser Gun and was already in spasms when he fell to the ground. As his conscious begin to fade, he must have caught the sight of the pretty and innocent looking young lady he saw earlier and heard the words "We are from the Love Squad! Nobody! Nobody dare challenge our beloved leaders!", even as he felt the front of a boot cracking one of his rib bones. Such was the standard procedure told by the lucky few that managed to crawl away. Man's wife, will spend a very long morning waiting.<br />
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One good thing about being a Sit-Down Comedian is that I can write just about anything so long as I keep within socio-boundary of respect for my fellow human. Leeches and Jackasses, along with bootlickers, are way another story.<br />
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Anyway, one take the fiction above anyway one wants to. But to several Malaysians, the ending part is already a reality. Maybe not to the letter, but it has happened in form. Ops Lalang, BERSIH 1 - 3, Memali, ISA detainees, are the ones we know of. What about the ones we do not now of? Could Ahmad Sharbani, Ong Beng Hock and perhaps many more make up the list of Serial Victims? A few of them are ladies, I should remind you. Dare you with utmost certainty be certain that you or your kins will not be in the list? Even if you can, dare you watch your friends or neighbour being carted away for a wrong they do not even know of? If you want to stand up for the country you love, then please, sign the petition below:<br />
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<br />cakapajehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591299159181667866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16918075.post-69473889568568979392015-11-26T01:05:00.001+08:002015-11-26T04:16:47.235+08:00A Leter To MyselfWay before broadband and even dial-up internet services came into existence, I read somewhere about writing to oneself if any, just to give a pat on the back or, at other times, to be self-critical of one's work or accomplishment. I tried it several times, writing to myself, that is. But I got nowhere as each time I reach half a page, I would just crumple the paper and either mumble or smile at myself. This time though, I hope to be able to finish it.<br />
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To do so, I would need a new pseudo identity in hope that no one will recognise me except for the bloggers and friends I met. Otherwise, it will certainly be embarrassing with all the mistakes I am prone to make when writing. So, here goes nothing...or everything.<br />
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Dear Iddin,<br />
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I hope you are in high spirits when this letter reaches you. Coming at a time which I hope you do not find it an inconvenience at the very least. Having read the position you have been put in, I do have to admit I sort of understand the tumultuous moments and anxiety you are going through. Permit me then to part some words which perhaps could put you to ease even for short while, or help you in the direction which only you can make, but one that would definitely affect many.<br />
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Iddin, I think you still remember a mutual friend of ours. Having landed a position in a small organisation, he thought his luck had changed for the better and did try his level best to bring some changes that would propel the organisation to greater heights. But somewhere along the line there he made several wrong,,,shall we say, turns? And let's not use the word 'wrong' too. Rather, let's just use 'misguided'. For in truth, many of use, if not all, are misguided fools who stray from a path. Who knows why we do it. Sometimes it's due to greed, sometimes ego, and yet sometimes, it maybe due to sheer foolishness. And still, with all the misguided turns we took, there are some things to be gained. Oh, I do not mean ill-gotten wealth or worldly pleasures, for those would be far too obvious.<br />
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A cliche now as it may be, but someone once said "To defeat your enemy, you must know them". I could not understand it before but our dear mutual friend brought me into the light. Just as he did with me, and so I hope to be with you. But by now, I am very sure you already have grasp the idea. Wily fox that you are, how can you not, eh?<br />
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Back to our mutual friend, when the clouds descended upon him, blotting out the sun and put him in mental and emotional disarray, he fought back with all he had. Oh, those clouds were not brought down by angels, but the devils who were angry with him for not toeing the line. He thought he was alone in his battle but surprisingly received support from unexpected quarters. To bring the story short, with their help, Alhamdulillah, he won. Those devils had to turn tail and their names tarnished forever. And can you guess what our mutual friend did when he was standing triumph? Even before the dust settled and smoke dissipates, he tendered his resignation. Yes, he quit. For he knew he was as guilty as the devils themselves. Apart from those misguided turns, he chose to keep quiet about the evil deeds he knew committed. That's right Iddin, having knowledge of a wrong and not doing anything about it makes one an accomplice. Hmm....think I heard that in a TV show. 'Law and Order', perhaps.<br />
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It is still not too late Iddin. If you do not make a bold move now, it might though. And if that do happen, it might be too late for many too. Think carefully, Iddin. No, don't! Don't think at all! Act on it! Now! Do not let the list of Serial Victims grow longer.<br />
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Oh Iddin, do not cry over spilt milk. If it's any consolation to you, everyone makes mistake. Perhaps this old video and song may cheer you up a bit. And yes, Iddin, I know a few might laugh at the props and dressing but like I mentioned, it is an old video.<br />
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Horrors! Iddin, I was drifting into slumber land when it occurred to me that some might think our mutual friend is that Doctor Guy. No, no, it can't be. While our mutual friend may have been slightly wayward, he tried his best to be a good law abiding person as opposed to that Doctor Guy who did as he pleased. Some even said he initiated the Serial Victims list. So I hope, Iddin, you do not get more confused as you already are now.<br />
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<i>After trying to get the man's cooperation nicely, the resident felt that the question was more of a challenge and shouted back "I'm trying to be nice and polite and you want to pick a fight?"</i><br />
<i>The motorcyclist clearly taken aback at the reply showed signs of backing down and the resident pointed to the main street and said "Go, get out of here!", ignoring the motorcyclist subtle plea for calmness.</i><br />
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Sometimes, people are so strangely stupid and arrogant. I'm sorry to be writing this but that seem to be the way of the world now. In a place where there's a Police Traffic Headquarters and a law that require motorcyclist use safety helmet, minors are riding not only without helmets but without licence too. Worse still, many times, 3 riders on a single bike. For a place with a name that means a city or fort, this place surely does seem like a kampung area. Mind you, I have no disrespect for any kampungs but this is the situation. Added to the 'insult' the Police conduct roadblocks on monthly basis looking out for errant drivers and guess what...motorcyclist without valid permits! What a laugh! But that's life here when even the ruling regime does not understand the meaning of law...or order. What more it it's Law and Order.<br />
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Some many years ago, I had the opportunity to interview the illustrious RPK. Yes, I do know he's fallen out of favour with many but back then, his, was a writing many could not give a miss. I don't think I can be a judge to a man who had given almost everything but would like recount 2 interesting episodes with him. One, as mentioned, was the interview. Well, not exactly, but a few moments after the interview was over.<br />
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On the way out, I asked him about the 1987 Team A and Team B fiasco: "Was not the ruling regime illegal already as that party was banned by the judge (who was later disgraced and replaced)".<br />
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The other episode is a bit hazy for me. No, not the episode itself but the time and place it took place. Anyway, RPK said, much to my shock, I admit "Even when the opposition takes over the mantle, we will always be the opposition" - not verbatim.<br />
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The shock I had was simply because I was being politically naive and very much supporting an opposition party as evident in the layout of this blog. But that was then. Now - with the strong exception of the Putrajayan regime - I give support to the man or party who is doing what is right for the people and the country.<br />
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The above is especially with regards to the recent event in Penang about the reclamation law. You do have to excuse me for I did not follow the matter from the beginning but when I read the sole DAP stand on the matter and his citation of the late Karpal Singh "In politics, there is no friend or enemy; only principles..." - not verbatim (I can't trace the news at this point of writing); I give him my support. The phrase by the late Karpal is also in line with a hadith which states "There'll come a time when holding on to your belief will be like holding on to (the embers) of coal". Simply put: A man has got to stand on his principles...ta da. (Whoever is reading this, please remember I am just sit-down comedian wannabe ya).<br />
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So dearly esteemed CM of Penang, kindly hold your horses, work around the perimeter and enjoy democracy as is should be. In truth, I respect you for all you have fought for in the past and hope to continue respecting you in the future.<br />
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Now, back to the idiot motorcyclist at the beginning of this entry:Except for the Sikhs who wears the turban, you people of other belief, why can't you set an example to the young of the nation? There is no law in your religion saying that you should not wear a safety helmet and in fact, all religion encourage safe practice in our daily affairs. So do be a good fella before a green monster appear before you and...whatever.<br />
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ps. The Resident Association decided to ban motorcyclist without helmets from using our road here to deter non-residents using it as a short-cut to other places. In the morning rush hour, residents find difficulties going out of their house simply because of the long queue to the junction caused by non-residents.<br />
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<br />cakapajehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591299159181667866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16918075.post-66997733217891562932015-11-19T23:50:00.001+08:002015-11-19T23:50:32.572+08:00On Short Fuse<i>The man had just lain on the sofa hoping to catch a morning nap. It was 10am and it was a really lazy morning. As his mind begins to drift into an unconscious state, he hear voices from outside. As the doors and windows were closed and the curtains drawn, whoever is speaking out there must be speaking out loudly and the man deduced that someone must have not been happy with the new security arrangements the Residential Association has put up; venting it out towards the security guards on duty - nothing really to be alarmed about as such commotion is expected and should last only a while. But then the man begin to hear horns from several cars and several messages came through the phone and the man read each. Forcing himself up, he heads towards the front door and later the gate, stopping a moment to pick up a large piece of wood about the length of a baseball bat.</i><br />
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When several toll concessionaires announced that they are enforcing electronic payment only on their highways, I was riled up and sent text to several people including politicians. Though I hardly used the highways involved on the matter, I was really angry that the bastard managers were allowed to do so bearing in mind that there are thousands of road users who still eke a daily living and now forced to make payment upfront for the use of those highways. The only reason I can think of those bastard-ly people is that they want to make a quicker profit and be damned to the users, forgetting that their very existance - those bastad-ly cronies and all - are there for the convenience of the users and not vice-versa. Damn to you too, you bastard-ly authorities for approving this. May any inconvenience and suffering the users face make all of you poorer and the users richer. May your greed lead to the fall of this lecherous and treacherous people in Putrajaya and huge triumph for the people who seek a just and righteous government.<br />
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This curse and prayer extends too to the Plus Management. Though they issued a statement they will not enforce electronic payment, they actually are heading towards it if the toll gate of one in Damansara is to go by. There, they have squeezed the cash gate and 'tambah nilai' into one. This has led to a longer queue if it is not already. Damn all of you but the users and the people. Oh, this is not the only matter which I'm pissed off at and I'm very sure Malaysians well know about the whole shitty situation of our country.<br />
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There was a report that a terror group plans to assassinate and kidnap the Putrajayans. I strongly believe many Malaysians would welcome the latter and even laud such a move. As for the assassination part, don't bother as those Putrajayans are not worth a single bullet, believe me.<br />
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<i>'No way! The Lady Fatima Kindergarten?' interrupted the other man.</i><br />
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There's a big oaf in town. One who is more talkative to strangers than he is with his friends. One who walks with a limp but walks the distance if it's needed, and sometimes when it's not too. Normally quiet in a group, this big oaf has been known to shoot from his hips when prodded only to bite his lips after that. Perhaps that was what dragged him into a new Residential Association Security Commitee. He also blogs in Talkonly.Blogspot. Oops!<br />
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Finally, after more than 7years in the waiting, the new Residential Association for this area looks all set to take off after the old one withered rather mysteriously. The Pro tem committee appointed several residents to steer the Security Committee and together, the 2 groups went along their merry ways along the streets of the area in an attempt to recruit more residents in. <br />
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The launch of the RA more than a month ago managed to get slightly more than a third of the 300houses in the area known as Phase1. Along with the SecCom members, the membership reached a more satisfactory number of 180, alhamdulillah. InsyAllah, we will continue the drive to reach at least more than 3/4. What is inspiring is that the people of both committees are made up of different background, race and belief. More than that, we even have a member walking with us, one who is currently seeking treatment for Stage4 Rectum cancer. I am unable to mention his name but how I wish I could, especially to the other residents who expects the best from this community but contribute the least, I'm sure you know what I mean.<br />
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<br />cakapajehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591299159181667866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16918075.post-61868201423866022942015-10-27T22:22:00.001+08:002015-10-28T00:45:51.157+08:00Just a Sit-Down Comedian WannabeNow, how shall I begin this? OK, got it!<br />
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That guy up there, his name is Trevor Owens and he's one good Stand-Up Comedian. We have our own too with the likes of Harith Iskandar, Jit Murad and a host of other names I can't place for now. Apart from those well known S-UCs, we also have our Cabinet Ministers who, many would are more like clowns than not. Anyway, all of them are well opposite to what I am. Yes, unlike all of them, I am what is known as a Sit-Down Comedian Wannabe: I sit in front of my Laptop, and try to be funny to an empty audience. Now, don't get me wrong, please. <br />
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Reason for this almost cynical opening is that I do notice still a fair amount of visitors coming via Pak Bakaq Blogspot and it makes me feel guilty as hell. Really guys, I do not know why this nonsensical blog of mine is listed there but I really do hope Pak Bakaq would take it down. I, am not a politician nor a political analyst. Not even a soothsayer. Just a Sit-Down Comedian Wannabe. And I do hate to disappoint visitors who drop over from there only to say :Oh no! Not this comic!<br />
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UPDATE: It seems the video did not come out right, I was told. Due apologies to Malaysians as it seems it is under BBC Copyright and we are not allowed to watch it here. How ironic, when you consider the content. Look it up under 'Trevor Owens at the John Bishop Show'. <br />
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<br />cakapajehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591299159181667866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16918075.post-2230681770534140832015-09-29T17:15:00.000+08:002015-09-29T17:15:26.990+08:00On To Serious MatterA few weeks back I woke up thinking I was in London. Looking out the front window, I could see the (in)famous London Fog. After years of reading novels relating 19th Century stories of the city and watching countless movies on the same period, I really did want to see and experience London Fog. It looked like fun and somewhat romantic to be walking through it. Then all of a sudden, my eczema went into overdrive and had me searching the drawers for some medication.<br />
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So, I was and am not in London. Who cares? I mean, hey! Minus the heat, this haze could very well be a good tourist attraction. I can imagine our Spin Doctors extolling to the world about the goodness of the haze. They might just come out with line like this "Better than volcanic ash!", or "If it can be good for the plants, then it must be good for you!". Then the body copy would probably start off with "Ashes of plants that had lived nearly a million years. For several months a year, the ashes of this once beautiful jungle rain down on South East Asia, bringing with them untold treasures of the wild. Come and experience this unique time in Malaysia and collect as many ashes you can."<br />
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Seriously guys, in light of the bad image we've been getting from some asses recently, this could be just the thing for our tourism industry, no? You better hurry up before our neighbours catch on the idea. But between the haze and the last rowdy walk some people did in KL recently, I would prefer the former. Really! I mean, using the eczema as an excuse to just about anything is a wonderful idea. It, however, has a downside which really irritates.<br />
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Regarding that last walk, it really had me down. I mean, I was getting agitated and real serious about it. And that serious part, is something I really do not like. Let me borrow a line from Bill Bixby in a famous TV series of the late '70s: "You won't like me when I am serious".<br />
Oh, he used the word 'angry', did he? Well, he must have misquoted me.<br />
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Seriously, that last walk, we should do something constructive about it. I was thinking in line of a town in Spain where they let loose bulls down a street. Seeing how bulls go after anything in red, they would really love it here. And I also believe many Malaysians would love to have the bulls around that time. Oh yes! I can just imagine the red becomes redder.<br />
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By the way, Tour Operators, you can't use any of the above ideas, you know. Once I publish this entry, the Intellectual Property belongs to me. Even if it does not take much intelligence to write it.<br />
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OK, most of my friends know I normally have meals only once a day, And since I had a very early lunch at a time when many are sitting for their breakfast, I'm beginning to feel somewhat hungry now. The thing I fear is that should I do have another meal today, I might begin to enjoy it and continue henceforth. So do excuse me while I ponder on this deadly serious matter.<br />
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