Month: March 2007

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Perhentian 2007

Sunset at Perhentian

I am organising a trip to Perhentian..departing KL on the 29th March 2007, prices starting from RM480.00 for a 3D/2N full-board, plus 5 boat day-dives using own equipment.

I hope to go to Perhentian with the family before that, which means that I shall be off diving three weeks in a row.

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Stupid MAT REMPITS

At around 2.20am today I was rudely awakened by the sound of motorcycles racing along this road to Sri Tanjung. I got up and saw a group of motoryclists “lepaking” by the corner, while a few were racing up and down the road. I was glad one actually tumbled and fell of his bike after a failed wheelie; if it weren’t for this one idiot, the race wouldn’t have stopped.

Maybe it’s time for the old “green peas on the road” trick again. Many will fall.

I’ve changed the title to MAT REMPIT from BIKERS because of my friend, Keith. πŸ˜›

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Teach in Chinese Schools in Chinese

I must commend the Education Minister for finally realising that subjects taught in Chinese schools should be taught in Chinese (Mandarin perhaps). However, pupils from these schools should have the command of the Bahasa Malaysia.

Coming from the time when multiculturalism never existed in school, I truly hope that ALL students, regardless of race, be forced to learn ALL the major languages (Bahasa Malaysia, Mandarin and Tamil), and study in the SAME school, so that it would be easier for us all, especially those who will be inheriting this nation from us, to bring down the race barrier and think like how we (my generation) did.

I don’t understand this term multiculturalism. During my time, when we were doing our elementary education phase, I never thought of my other classmates like Wong Choon Wah, Michael Foo, Michael Leong, Chow Kah Sung as people of another race. We played together, ate together, stood on chairs together (punished)…we were friends, and we were one as Malaysians. As we grew up, those older than us poisoned us with these stupid “rights of each race” and “mother tongue” issues. From the increased race barriers come a generation that plaster the rear screen of their vehicles with stickers that say: “Die as a Muslim”, “Jesus Loves You”, “Sathya Sri Vaheguru”, “Amithaba” and so on. Then we become a nation filled with people who are not only race-conscious, but also apprehensive towards the religion of others.

It’s time to change back to the old ways.

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Missing Thailand Again

This is all because of the pictures on Najwa‘s blog. I remember listening to this song by Teerapak “Ten” Manechot called à¸ℒัà¸őหà¸ℒย่à¸‑:

Γ ΒΈΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈΒΓ ΒΈΒ§Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈβ€”Γ ΒΈΒ΅Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΛœΓ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ€”Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ€Γ ΒΈβ€”Γ ΒΈΒ΄Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΈΒΓ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΉβ€žΓ ΒΈΒΓ ΒΈΒ₯ห่าà¸‑ Γ ΒΈβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΈΒ«Γ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΈβ€Γ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ§Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΈΒ«Γ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈΒ’
Γ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈβ€”Γ ΒΈΒ³Γ ΒΉΖ’Γ ΒΈΒ«Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈΒ«Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈΒΆΓ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΉΒΓ ΒΈβ€”Γ ΒΈΕ‘Γ ΒΈβ€’Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈΒ’ Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΈΒ·Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΛœΓ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈβ€Γ ΒΈΒ΄Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΉβ€žΓ ΒΈβ€ΊΓ ΒΈΒΓ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈΕ‘Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈβ€šΓ ΒΈΒ²
แà¸‒่ฑาวัà¸ℒà¸ℒม้à¸‒ัวฉัà¸ℒเริ่ฑดม เกือà¸őà¸Β₯Γ ΒΈΒ·Γ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΈβ€”Γ ΒΈΒ΅Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ’Γ ΒΈβ€ΊΓ ΒΈΒ§Γ ΒΈβ€Γ ΒΈΒ£Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈΒ§
เวà¸Β₯าช่วฒฉัà¸ℒ ให้à¸Β₯Γ ΒΈΒ·Γ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΒ£Γ ΒΈΒ·Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΈΒ£Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈΒ§Γ ΒΈβ€”Γ ΒΈΒ΅Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ’Γ ΒΈΕ“Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈΒΓ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈΕ‘Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΛœΓ ΒΈΒ­
แà¸‒่ฑาวัà¸ℒà¸ℒยà¸‑ Γ ΒΈβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΉβ€žΓ ΒΈβ€Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ­ Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΛœΓ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈΒ’Γ ΒΈΒΉΓ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ΅Γ ΒΈΒ’Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΈβ€šΓ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈβ€šΓ ΒΈΒ²
ฉัà¸ℒเหฑือà¸ℒดั่à¸‑ Γ ΒΈβ€’Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΛ†Γ ΒΉβ€‘Γ ΒΈΕ‘Γ ΒΈβ€ΊΓ ΒΈΒ§Γ ΒΈβ€Γ ΒΈΒ£Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈΒ§Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΒ«Γ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΈΒ·Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ’

* จากวัà¸ℒà¸ℒม้ Γ ΒΈβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈβ€’Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈΕ‘Γ ΒΈΒ«Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈΒΆΓ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈΒ΅Γ ΒΈΒΓ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ£Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈβ€‘
เพื่อà¸Β₯ืฑเรื่อà¸‑ราวทม่ฒัà¸‑ Γ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΉΖ’Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΉΖ’Γ ΒΈΛ† Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΈΒ·Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΛœΓ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈΒΓ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈΕ‘Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈβ€šΓ ΒΈΒ²
จากวัà¸ℒà¸ℒม้ ฉัà¸ℒà¸‒้อà¸‑ทà¸ℒเจà¹‑à¸őแà¸Β₯ะเหà¸‑า เหฑือà¸ℒเดิà¸ℒกà¸Β₯ัà¸őฑาทม่เก่า
หัวใจดยà¸‑ดัà¸ℒ Γ ΒΈΒΓ ΒΉβ€‘Γ ΒΈβ€”Γ ΒΈΒ΅Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈβ€’Γ ΒΈΒ£Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ’Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈβ€ΊΓ ΒΉβ€‘Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈβ€šΓ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΈβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈβ„’ Γ ΒΈβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈΒ’Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΉβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ₯Γ ΒΈΒ·Γ ΒΈΒ‘

Γ ΒΈΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ°Γ ΒΉβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΉβ€šΓ ΒΈβ€”Γ ΒΈΒ©Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΛœΓ ΒΈΒ­ แà¸Β₯Γ ΒΈΒ°Γ ΒΉβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΉβ€šΓ ΒΈβ€”Γ ΒΈΒ©Γ ΒΉΖ’Γ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ£ Γ ΒΉβ€šΓ ΒΈβ€”Γ ΒΈΒ©Γ ΒΉΖ’Γ ΒΈΛ†Γ ΒΈβ€’Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈΒ§Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈβ€”Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈβ„’
Γ ΒΈβ€”Γ ΒΈΒ΅Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΉβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ₯ืฑเจà¹‑à¸őฑากà¹‑à¸ℒาà¸ℒ Γ ΒΉβ€šΓ ΒΈΒΓ ΒΈΒ«Γ ΒΈΒΓ ΒΈβ€’Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈΒ§Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΒ£Γ ΒΈΒ·Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈΒ’Γ ΒΉβ€žΓ ΒΈβ€Ί
เวà¸Β₯Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΈβ€”Γ ΒΈΒ³Γ ΒΉΖ’Γ ΒΈΒ«Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ₯ืฑทุกอฒ่าà¸‑ Γ ΒΉΒΓ ΒΈβ€’Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈβ€’Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΉΒΓ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΉβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ«Γ ΒΈβ„’
Γ ΒΈΒͺΓ ΒΈΒ΄Γ ΒΈΕ‘Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈβ€Γ ΒΈΒ·Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΉβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈΕΎΓ ΒΈΒ­ Γ ΒΈΒͺΓ ΒΈΒ΄Γ ΒΈΕ‘Γ ΒΈβ€ΊΓ ΒΈΒ΅Γ ΒΈΒ«Γ ΒΈΒ£Γ ΒΈΒ·Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΉβ€žΓ ΒΈβ€‘ ทม่ฉัà¸ℒจะà¸Β₯Γ ΒΈΒ·Γ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΈΒ Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈΕΎΓ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΛœΓ ΒΈΒ­
Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΕΎΓ ΒΈΒ΄Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΈΒ£Γ ΒΈΒΉΓ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΈΒ·Γ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ€’Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΉβ€žΓ ΒΈβ€Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΛ†Γ ΒΈΒ­ Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΛœΓ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈΒ±Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈΒ’Γ ΒΈΒΉΓ ΒΉΛ†Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ΅Γ ΒΈΒ’Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΈβ€šΓ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈβ€šΓ ΒΈΒ²
ฉัà¸ℒเหฑือà¸ℒดั่à¸‑ Γ ΒΈβ€’Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ€‘Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΛ†Γ ΒΉβ€‘Γ ΒΈΕ‘Γ ΒΈβ€ΊΓ ΒΈΒ§Γ ΒΈβ€Γ ΒΈΒ£Γ ΒΉβ€°Γ ΒΈΒ²Γ ΒΈΒ§Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈΒ«Γ ΒΈΒ‘Γ ΒΈΒ·Γ ΒΈΒ­Γ ΒΈβ„’Γ ΒΉβ‚¬Γ ΒΈβ€žΓ ΒΈΒ’

Of course I prefer Ten’s version when he played this song during Peacemaker’s concert back in 2003-2004. The ending’s nicer.

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Cranky

Cranky Bird

Yup, it’s that time of the month now.

PMS?

Well, something similar. This is how I am when I am deprived of the feeling of breathing compressed air in salt water. Cranky, moody, irritated.. and whatever have you.

Please, please, please..I need to dive now!

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February Babies

February Birthday Cake

The February babies celebrated at my house on the 23rd February 2007. All the surviving members of my mother’s family attended, including my aunt Rasidah from Kuala Lipis.

More pics can be viewed HERE