Day: January 16, 2008

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Lan Chao – The Man Who Sold His Az

If Uthayakumar were to tell the HINDRAF people that he is actually British and can no longer join them or support them, he would be cleansed royally by the latter.

Today we have another traitor to the cause in our midst.

When I met him for lunch, he was all casual but apprehensive, and tried breaking the ice to me by starting his conversation about how my Ibu sends her son to the same place as his. Maybe he thought breaking the ice would be better than me breaking his head straight away before he could finish his pathetic nasi goreng with telur dadar.

His name is Azlan Chao – the man who sold his Az. So from now on, he is known only as Lan Chao…then again, that is what we’ve been calling him since he wanted to ride on his younger brother’s fame (Jay Chao) but at the same time look like his elder brother, the MB for Pahang, Adnan Yaakob.

I remember during fasting month, he was dishing out his business card to us at Khalifah stating that he would never climb up Uptown Two again because he might catch ringworms (kurap). I guess the periphery clinics will be laughing to the bank after this treating him for that skin disease.

Neils, Fuad, Ah Keong, Sharifuddin, Shaking Lee, Taukeh Dora Dora, Walking Vibrator, Oneon and all alumni members as well as current members, please leave your most explicit comments for this posting. Describe him the best as you can.

The proof
The proof

Now he has no excuse not to play golf with me ever again.

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Happy Birthday, Ayah

My father at the age of 10
My father (bottom left) as a Boy Scout at the age of 10

It’s January 16th.

Today is both a happy and sad day for me. Today, my dear friend Hazyr turns 32, while my father turns 69. I am happy for the grace of God they have made it by another year, and I pray that He will continue to bestow upon them good health, prosperity and unlimited happiness. Sad because this would be the first year I do not get to wish him personally, as I did two years in a row before that (I did not do it for 3 consecutive years prior to that).

My father upon graduating from UM (Singapore)
My father (center) upon graduating from University of Malaya, Singapore

Putting aside the differences, if I do not live to wish him the same next year, let it be known that I do love him very much. It hurts me to do this, but I have a statement to make, and I deserve to be heard and recognised; something I feel he should learn to accept.

My father, the young Supritendant of Police
My father, a young Supritendant of Police (eq. Lieutenant-Colonel) at the age of 27

Happy birthday, Ayah. Forgive me for my wrong-doings and for hurting your feelings. You are, have been and will always be the best father anyone could possibly have, and if I have to live my life all over again, I wouldn’t do it any differently with you.

May Allah bless you for having brought me onto His Earth.

Parents and children
The family – taken exactly a year ago

P.S: my friend, Ibu, has the hots for you

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Growing Old Together

“Honey, I would love to grow old with you,” she said, removing her glasses to put her head on my shoulder.

We were watching a Clint Eastwood movie that co-stars Ed Harris. The breeze from outside was nice and cooling. I kissed the top of her head.

“I’m already old,” I replied. “How much older do you want me to be?”

She laughed, poking my ribs.