Month: February 2008

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Happy 69th Birthday, Mak

My mom when she was 17
My mom and her 7/8 of her siblings when she was 17 years old. Missing from this picture is her eldest brother, Hamidon

Today is my mom’s 69th birthday.

Some brownies will make their way to her house later today.

Mom and her siblings in 2007
My mom and 6/8 of her siblings. From left: younger sisters Rasidah and Rodziah, elder brother Hamidon, my mom, younger sister Fatimah. Seated in front is her youngest brother, Jasmin. The two deceased are her younger sister Zahariah (passed away in 1991) and younger brother, Nadzri (passed away in 2002)

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Illegal Racing

How many times have you driven on the Federal Highway, and then find yourself having to avoid a motorcycle?

How many times have you seen motorcycles on the Federal Highway?

Often?

If so, did you not realise that motorcycles are not supposed to be on the Federal Highway lanes as there are motorcycle lanes made available for them? For whatever reason that they may give, what f***ing business do they have riding on the car lanes on the Federal Highway?

It becomes worse during the weekend nights when one group would race on the Federal Highway. They never have their lights on, and they zigzag in between cars as if the car drivers would just adhere to the lawlessness they bring about. It would be nice to see these bastards crash onto the highway at those breakneck speed and actually break their neck that has been supporting their brainless head. Then again, it would be cool to see pink and grey matter spattered all on the asphalt with the top half of the head inside that stupid helmet (if any) and the bottom half begins just below where the nose used to be.

They are lucky they are not doing this some 20 years ago. Nowadays, I would just say things like “Babi punya pelumba haram!” (Bastard illegal racers…literally: Illegal racing pigs)

If only I can perform magic and actually transform them into the exact thing I cursed. Then maybe they would look like this:

Babi punya pelumba haram

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Paradise Lost

It rained in paradise

It’s sunny outside and I am somewhat happy. However, there is this nagging feeling in my heart telling me it is actually raining inside.

Someone told me on YM last night that I now look happy again, much like how I did back in September and early October of 2007, although not as berseri as my eyes did back then. However, only I know how heavy it is raining inside of me.

I am beginning to sigh a lot, as much as I used to late 2007, I am getting more and more insomniac, and I have rediscovered the joys of eating at ungodly hours – just to kill boredom and melancholia.

I was extremely down late 2007, and friends helped me get on my feet again. I even learnt to open up again, and allow myself to those beautiful feelings. But somehow, knowing that someone who is responsible for helping me be happy will be leaving me. Although it won’t be that soon, but I feel like I’m on the death row waiting for clemency that will never happen, not knowing when I will have to face the hangman; only worse than that because I have to face the hangman again and again and again.

It feels as if someone is crushing my heart in his fist; it feels like thousands of razor blades have just gone through my heart; it feels like a giant meteor is about to hit earth and it is a question of when, not if; and the worst part is when the meteor has hit the earth, shattering it into millions of pieces, I would still be there at the same spot, alive, and have to ponder upon what has been lost, and to look around me seeing things in a different manner because they will never look the same again: something or someone would be missing.

And to miss is what I am afraid of…because it will never stop raining then…

Raining
…again…

Raining
…and again…

Raining
…and again…

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Smell The Sea

Walking on water

This is the first time that I have returned to the sea since my trip on board the Kaleebso to Pulau Sembilan. Two months it has taken me to overcome.

Click Click Click Click Click Click

Click Click Click Click

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MUW Moderators’ Meeting

Mods

The moderators of the Malaysian Underwater forum had a meeting at Moderator Hollowman’s house on Friday, 15th February, 2008. I sponsored 60 sticks of satay while Hollowman’s wife prepared Spaghetti with meatballs, cheesecakes, free-flow drinks and coffee.

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Congratulations, JIMY

JIMY in her wedding gown

I attended JIMY’s wedding on Saturday, 16th February 2008, at her mother’s house in Seremban.

Congratulations, JIMY.

Here are some pics:

Purple flowers
The theme was purple

The drinks were purple too
The drinks were purple too

The purple pianist
Even the pianist was in purple

JIMY throwing bouquet
JIMY throwing the bouquet

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I Fell To Temptation

It was a day when roses cost triple the normal price. But everyone who was courting was out having RM500-dinner somewhere, giving flowers. I even saw one guy on a kapcai with his girl pillion-riding at night; she was holding a bouquet of red roses, while her other hand was hanging on to dear life while he sped through the roads of KL trying to get to his place for a real quickie so her father won’t notice the lapse in her journey time from the supermarket she worked in, back home.

Me, I just bought her this:

Beary Valentine gift by Fretty Frincess

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Let’s Go To War!!!

Paintball Panzer

I’ve just washed the boots I wore during the last paintball session on January 10th, finally taking off all the mudcakes. This Sunday will be another paintball session that will be played in Gombak. With lunch it’s for RM75. Not bad, actually.

The above is called a Paintball Panzer. It is a custom made miniature WW2 German Panzer and costs USD14,400.

In Russia however, paintball tanks are already part of the paintball world. I wonder when is the Malaysian paintball scene ever going to have anything like it – if ever.