The one I wished in person today…Fretty Frincess.
My Old Kindy
I went to Diver’s Den this morning to go pick up my camera bag. Coincidentally, it is located next to what was my kindergarten I went to 36 years ago. Every evening I would look forward to cartoons like Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table and Birdman. My favourite TV series were Giant Robot and the original Ultraman.
Back in 1972, the work to turn the Federal Highway into a proper highway as what it is now began. Prior to that, crossing from the University Hospital to the Saint Francis Xavier church and the old EPF building was done using a traffic light junction. I remember my neighbour, Fazrin Azuar (now the son-in-law of Rafidah Aziz who got famous for a while because of the pink form issue), and I, used to fight for the attention of this cute chinese girl called Sharon who lived in the Paramount Gardens area. The highlight of my time there was when we had to stand by the Federal Highway to wave the Malaysian flag, welcoming Queen Elizabeth II on her maiden visit to Malaysia.
Sad to see it being abandoned like this…
The complex
The assembly area. Of course the walls were not there then.
The classroom. Oh, well. This used to be two classes separated by a partition.
This was where we had our food during recess. They had tables and chairs out here.
Where we stood to wave the Malaysian flag at QE II
Happy Valentine’s Day
Innocence Lost
I remember looking at this painting done by Fretty Frincess that was displayed at my friend’s restaurant. It was 12 weeks and 1 day today. It was one day before I left for Sipadan.
Somehow I can connect to this painting. Fretty Frincess named this painting “Innocence.” To me, it is a part of me that has disappeared somehow. Along with the disappearance of innocence were the disappearances of hope, dreams, and the meaning of life itself. Those are accompanied by pain, pain, and more pain.
There was a time when I could not walk if I did not look at the grounds on where I was treading. Driving was like me being a horse wearing its fly mask – always avoiding the sights of certain places that would cause my heart to crumple like an empty can of Bud in a wrestler’s grip.
Then, on Chirstmas Eve of 2007, all that changed. Suddenly, I felt alive again. Suddenly, there was hope again. Suddenly, innocence made its presence again. As it goes in Avril Lavigne’s song of the same title:
This innocence is brilliance – I hope that it will stay
This moment is perfect – Please don’t go away
I need you now
And I’ll hold on to it
Don’t you let it pass you byI found a place so safe, not a single tear
The first time in my life and now it’s so clear
Feel calm, I belong, I’m so happy here
It’s so strong and now I let myself be sincere
The only question that played on my mind was – “How long will this last, then?”
And with each passing day, I know the shining sun will have to set eventually.
And true enough, soon, I will be left alone here – again, to be by myself.
To face those familiar sights that would soon be empty.
To only be able to recall the laughter, the warmth, the huggies and the kissies.
To only reminisce on the good times that have come and gone.
To once again wallow in pain,
pain,
and more pain…
Up Or Down? – Mind Your Language
Yes, this is another toilet issue.
Bakawali has just posted one on toilet – the issue of whether to have the toilet seat up or down. I’m not going to argue whether to have the seat up or down, or whether men can actually shoot straight into a toilet bowl or not. I just cannot be bothered. I just want to share a few toilet moments with you.
When I was a student in England, my coursemates and I would purposely enter the female restroom and would pee on the toilet seat and whatever extra pee that we had would be directed onto the floor area surrounding the toilet bowl – although that is not half as fun as peeing into the sink in that restroom and leave it unwashed. And in would walk one of the girls, and in this instance I remember it was Julia Platt who gasped with shock seeing me in the ladies, and I would offer the usual, “Oh, sh*t, sorry!” I wonder if that particular incident led to Julia’s persistence in getting a ride from me downtown during lunch in exchange for a blowjob. Hmm!
Anyway, one of my best buddies (and partner-in-crime) has been promoted to the rank of Inspector. Inspector Jonathan “Jon” Goosey (he was from Winslow, Bucks) is now in-charge of Neighbourhood Policing in North Slough. Congratulations, Inspector Jon Goosey.
North Pole Freefall Expedition 1998 – The Beginning
In this series, I shall write about the expedition I was a member of, week by week until the 10th anniversary of that landing done on the 21st April 1998 at the North Pole.
It all began in mid-January of 1998; it was during the month of Ramadhan, when Lt (B) A Aziz Ahmad (who was appointed the Jump Team Leader) called me up asking me to report to the Malaysian Ex-Commando Club (Kelab Bekas Komando Malaysia) for a breaking of the fast ceremony. I went, and the usual club committee members were there. That was when Datu Abdul Rahim Dahlan, the Expedition Leader (and then President of the Club) announced to the club members the intention to go to the North Pole, and my appointment as Deputy Jump Team Leader and Expedition Planner. Other members of the Support Team included Kapt (B) Sudirman and Kapt (B) Datuk Azmi Tan Sri Abdul Hamid Bidin. By the end of January, just before Aidil Adha, we had sent a letter to the Ministry of Defence, and the Royal Malaysian Police, to select two of their best freefallers each. The rest of the jumpers would include civilians from the Wilayah Sports Parachuting Club, and those selected by the Malaysian Parachuting Federation.
After Aidil Fitri, the team assembled at what was SENTRA Apartments (behind Wisma MCA) for mental training conducted by the Biro Tata Negara, and our first freefall training at Tasik Titiwangsa. The 16-member team comprised of Rahim (ex-GGK), Aziz (ex-PASKAU/HANDAU) and myself (ex-PASKAU/HANDAU) as the key people of the expedition, Nordziah Mohamed Noor, then 39-year old mother of five representing the MPF, 2 members each from the Air Force (PASKAU), Navy (PASKAL), Army (GGK), Police (VAT 69), Wilayah Sports Parachuting Club, and two VIDIOTS (freefall cameramen) – Kapt (B) Noorizan (a.k.a No Reason – ex GGK), and Mejar Kamaruddin (Air Force – PASKAU, now based at TUDM Ipoh).
Our first freefall training was conducted over Tasik Titiwangsa on Sunday, 8th March 1998. Reporter Stephanie Rajendram from the NST filed this report:
Our parachutists to freefall onto North Pole
Monday, March 9, 1998
By Stephanie Rajendram
KUALA LUMPUR, Sun. – Spurred by the successful scaling of Mount Everest in May last year, Malaysia has set her sights on the North Pole.
In what appears to be no easy feat, 15 parachutistswill attempt to freefall onto a drop zone at the Pole, amidst unpredictable weather conditions and harsh terrain on April 18.
Nordziah Mohamad Noor, 39, a mother of five, will be the only woman in the team.
The “North Pole Freefall Expedition Malaysia 1998” is being organised by the Youth and Sports Ministry and the Malaysian Parachuting Federation under the patronage of Prime Minister Datuk Seri Dr Mahathir Mohamad.
Dr Mahathir is scheduled to launch the expedition on March 30 which is being financed by various sponsors.
In a practice jump carried out at Lake Titiwangsa today, expedition leader Abdul Rahim Dahalan said they only had till the end of the month to practise on home ground before leaving for Moscow on April 1 where more gruelling practice sessions await them.
“We will be training at a special landing zone area for free-fallers 80km north-west of Moscow. We will be training for seven days in a row, sometimes performing as many as three jumps a day,” he said.
The reason for picking Moscow, according to Abdul Rahim, was because the Russians were providing the team with logistical support in addition to assisting in rescue and emergency strategies.
“The other reason is the almost similar weather conditions to the Arctic,” he said, adding that their last practice session would be at Kathanga, Siberia, where it is -35 degrees Celsius.
Abdul Rahim said all the parachutists except Nordziah were experienced jumpers from the Armed Forces, police, the Federal Territory Parachute Club and the MPF as well.
Meanwhile, team doctor Dr M. Kamaruddin Isa, said all safety precautions were being taken, from using boots that can withstand up to -73 degrees Celsius and insulated suits to protect against the cold.
“They will be jumping from a height of about 3,500 metres where it is as cold as -70 degrees Celsius,” said Dr Kamaruddin who will be part of the support ground crew.
The jumpers have been advised to jump during “a window period” when the weather is expected to be less hazardous and the recommended dates have been been April 18, 19 and 20.
The freefallers are expected to pull their cord to release “ramair parachutes” (rectangle in shape), at about 750m and land on four-metre thick ice, coating waters as deep as 4,200m.
Besides the danger of them landing in a crevice or ice cold water, winds lashing at 175km per hour could also jeopardise the jumpers.
Spunky Nordziah, an officer with a local training company, who has also hiked up Mount Sibayak (a live volcanic mountain in North Sumatra), said she was excited about taking part in the expedition.
As The Wind Blew Strongly Outside
“You have not been sleeping properly, have you?” she asked me, her face trying to look stern, I almost laughed. I didn’t say anything. “And you had Maggi at 4.30 in the morning?”
“Yup, I did,” I admitted my guilt. There was no point for me to deny that one. The empty bowl she found by the kitchen sink this morning was evident of my bad habit of eating late at night.
“We must do something about this late night meals of yours,” she began. “I don’t want to see you grow bigger!”
I looked at her innocently and asked, “But what if it gets bigger down there?”
“Ah, like that okay la,” she replied with a smile, then spanked me hard. “But that is wishful thinking, isn’t it?”
No reply.
King On The Throne
Imagine the time wasted while you sit on the throne. The above is a new idea on what you can actually do while dumping your crap. But I cannot imagine having to walk from the throne if you want to get the ball back, and you’re having diarrhoea at that time.
I would either have a magazine or a novel with me. If I cannot get those, then I would read the fine label prints of a shampoo bottle or the toothpaste tube. However, thanks to the advent of wireless technology, I am writing this from my bedroom toilet. Imagine the number of fine ideas you get while you dump the crap out of you – marvellous.
My favourite read in the toilet would consist of anything on theology, any underwater activity, military or politics; there was once when I would frequent to the toilet after forcing myself to eat spicy food just so I could finish this non-fiction novel on the involvement of the United States Coast Guard in World War Two. There were times when I would finish one whole chapter only to find my butt feeling very dry and flaky. Of course squeezing your butt-cheek or clenching the muscles of your sphincter would help remove the flakes and make washing of the bum much easier.
Nothing beats a clean toilet bowl. My favourites would include less-visited R&R or lay-bys along the North-South highway. I would however avoid the ones at the Tapah R&R because the toilets there are worse than popular prostitutes who hardly have the time to dry their pubic region because of high demand. But you cannot win them all: dumping crap is an activity that cannot be stopped by anyone, even if the King himself has summoned you. If you have to go, you have to go. Recently I was at this famous shopping mall in the Klang valley and after a bout of spicy indian food, found myself running to the gents. This was the emergency type where a simple fart in the pants would be extremely disastrous. Unfortunately, all but one toilet bowl was free, and it had to be the one with a broken seat and rim. Let me tell you, I managed to dump my crap and how I did it deserves me a phD.
So, what is your favourite activity while sitting on YOUR throne?
It’s 3.28am – I Know You Love Me
I’m sorry I had to write this into a JPEG file because my blog does not allow strange scripts. So here goes:
“…khong mai mii khrai love you the way that I do…”
It’s 1.05am
Damn! My friends died on that Death Star!
The night is as dark, as it is as empty and as soul-less
it echoes an eerie silence of loneliness
the chill of the night seizes every inch and every part
this pain, like a thousand needles poking at my heartA dozen miles of God’s earth separate us
as our hearts yearn for togetherness
I scream out loud but there is only silence
my voice muted in an emotional violenceYour touch that soothes me, I will never get
your kiss that warms me, I can never forget
your caring hands, filled with lovingly feel
your undying love, for which I would gladly killThough I see you daily from my visions of the past
my soul aches to know how long will this life last1.21am – 11th February 2008
5th day of the Lunar New Year
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