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Zainuddin Maidin…hmm…I really don’t know what to make of him. Given the Senatorship by TDM, then contested and won the Merbok constituency to become a Member of Parliament. So far he has been dishing out contradictory press statements, and his latest goof is what I saw on Bernama’s website:
Tun Mahathir Made Political Miscalculation, Says Zam
How the fork can TDM make a political miscalculation when he is no longer in, or running for, office? Another chui kong lam par song!
Yeah…I just said that. The morning before Hari Raya itself, I sent two SMS messages to NTV7’s The Breakfast Show. One mentioned how bored I was and wished that hari raya was already over; the other telling some friends of mine to fast on that ultimate day.
Then it was back to my new old house in USJ (bought in 2001, lived there for 3 months, moved out to Gombak and Sungai Buloh, now moving back there) and continued painting the house with my brother-in-law. He painted inside while I did the fence. I spent 5 hours in the hot sun before a violent storm threatened to strike me with lightning. By that time, I was so dehydrated and my hands were shaking worse than Ronald Reagan’s ever did. If it weren’t the last day of fasting I could have easily ejaculated by putting my hands where they shouldn’t be. That was how bad the shaking was.
The final breaking of the fast was done at a mamak restaurant with my brother-in-law (quarreled with the wife over the phone about whose parents’ house should we spend the next morning at…and we’re both from the Klang valley) so I was too pissed off to break fast with her and the children. Then I went off to my parents’ place to help out with preparations. By the time I got back to my mother-in-law’s place in Klang at around 1.30am, I had had to reply to 7,201,835 greetings via SMS. I slept at around 4.30am and woke up at 10.20am. So my wife won hands down.
Left for my parents’ place at around noon. Steady stream of people visited the house. Two diver friends dropped by, Keith Khoo and Kimi. Although the open house was supposed to end at 6pm, food ran out at 4pm and more had to be cooked in situ. Final guests left at 9pm. Had a quick shower, re-arranged the house, and off we went back to Klang, where I had the first meal of the day. Yes, worse than fasting itself.
Today, went to Datuk Maria Abdullah’s house (Malaysian’s know her by her stage name Maria Menado, the first Malaysian Pontianak). Got invited to her grandson’s (Ari) wedding on this 3rd December. She’s a superb cook and I remember her fish head curry when I stayed at her Melbourne house for two weeks back in 1993.
Then went to my partner-in-crime’s house. Syahmi Naim is a Brit, a Muslim convert, with a lot of amusing tales to share with you if he knows you well enough. Haven’t seen him in over a year, and now we’re back together again to diss some more people off.
Now I’m back at home in front of this PC. I feel a lot better.
Somehow Hari Raya is no longer for me. I like fasting better.
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