And I Love You So

And I love you so,
The people ask me how,
How Ive lived till now,
I tell them I dont know!

I guess they understand,
How lonely life has been,
But life began again,
The day you took my hand!

And yes, I know,
How lonely life can be,
The shadows follow me,
And the night wont set me free!

But I dont let . . .
The evening get me down,
Now that youre around,
Me!

And you love me too,
Your thoughts are just for me,
You set my spirit free,
Im happy that you do!

The book of life is brief,
And once a page is read,
All but love is dead,
That is my belief!

The Show Has To Go On

I feel nauseous reading the papers nowadays about how Pak Lah is now doing an about turn. Initially he banged away at the Terengganu Palace for appointing a Menteri Besar unconstitutionally; now he is seeking an audience with the King, who is also the Sultan of Terengganu, and says that there is nothing that cannot be solved diplomatically.

PUKE BIG TIME!

Anyway, back in January, I was supposed to go for a medical screening to determine both my fasting blood sugar, and the effects of the Enalapril Maleate (ACE Inhibitor) on my kidneys. The latter is for controlling my hypertension. There was no drive then for me to do so, I had no reason to want to be any better than I was then. I have been refused supply of my ACEI because I do not have any renal function test result. To do so today would still mean getting the results next week some time when my supply runs out by Saturday afternoon. Come Monday, I have to get back underwater to work.

As uncontrolled hypertension is bad for diving, I have no choice now but to not worry at all and take the necessary measures when I am underwater so my blood pressure does not elevate any higher than 140/80. With medication it is at 110/70.

I am going to do my work no matter what. The show is NOT going to stop just over a few tablets. I have a contract to fulfil and I am fulfilling it come what may.

Hikayat Seorang Maling Yang Membuat Aku Nak Muntahkan Semula Breakfast Ku

Eh, jatuh logo ni?

Kau berleter tak habis-habis. Perpaduan itu penting kata engkau. Kesetiaan kepada pemimpin itu penting kata engkau.

Aku hanya mendengar kebodohan engkau itu sambil mencungkil bawang dari roti telur yang tersangkut dicelah gigiku. Aku malas nak layan kebodohan engkau itu kerana perkataan-perkataan yang bakal keluar dari mulutku untuk menggambarkan ahli-ahli seperti engkau hanya akan membuat novel The Catcher In The Rye bagai sebuah buku yang digunakan di Tadika KEMAS dan dibaca oleh rata-rata kanak-kanak Ribena.

Parti ini dibelenggu dengan sel-sel barah dalam bentuk orang-orang yang mencantas mereka-mereka yang mempunyai potensi untuk membawa parti ke satu tahap yang lebih baik. Akibat pencantasan ini maka yang hidup dan berjawatan hanyalah mereka-mereka yang umpama barangan buangan dalam tong-tong berwarna biru, perang dan hijau.

Kau tak habis-habis memuji mereka-mereka yang merosakkan parti dengan memperlakukan ia bagai hak milik persendirian. Lama kelamaan aku sendiri naik mual dengan perkataan-perkataan yang kau luahkan. Aku rasa, kalau aku kasi engkau sebatang straw, besar kemungkinan kau akan gunakannya untuk menyedut isi-isi dari dalam bontot mereka-mereka yang kau puji itu, atau dalam erti kata lain, kata orang kampungku, sucking up people’s ass.

Sudahlah. Perpaduan apa yang kau nak? Adakah kesetiaan yang kau laung-laungkan itu untuk menyelamatkan bontot mereka-mereka yang berpegang kepada jawatan kerana ianya merupakan tiket untuk membuat lebih banyak wang? Aku tidak pernah bertuhankan wang, jadi aku tidak takut kalah. Bak pepatah orang kampungku: a man who has nothing has nothing to lose.

Lawan tetap lawan, kata aku kembali sambil berlalu dari situ tanpa membayar.

Kau kan banyak duit projek yang kau dapat sebab kau terer mengampu. Kau bayarlah.

It’s Impossible

It’s impossible, tell the sun to leave the sky, it’s just impossible
It’s impossible, ask a baby not to cry, it’s just impossible
Can I hold you closer to me and not feel you goin’ through me?
Split the second that I never think of you? Oh, how impossible

Can the ocean keep from rushin’ to the shore? It’s just impossible
If I had you, could I ever want for more? It’s just impossible
And tomorrow, shouldya ask me for the world, somehow I’d get it
I would sell my very soul and not regret it
For to live without your love–It’s just impossible

Can the ocean keep from rushin’ to the shore? It’s just impossible
If I had you, could I ever want for more? It’s just impossible
And tomorrow, shouldya ask me for the world, somehow I’d get it
I would sell my very soul and not regret it
For to live without your love–It’s just impossible

Smile!

All smiles

Yup, I’m all smiles.

Come Monday I’ll be spending 7 days mostly underwater again.

Time to reconfigure my BCD.

Prologue Suatu Masa Yang Bakal Indah – Sekiranya SMART Tunnel Menjalankan Kewajipannya Dengan Sempurna Agar Jalan Kota Tidak Seperti Tangki Pembentungan Indah Water Dan Pak Lah Bertegas Menderhaka

Aku menciumi belakang tengkuk Yummy Baby. Dia geli-geleman. Lipstick di tangannya masih dalam keadaan bertutup dan dia masih gagal mengenhancekan bibirnya.

“Yang, I have to work!” protesnya dengan manja.

“Do you know what is better than work? Me eating you out to your heart’s content,” jawabku dalam bahasa orang kampungku.

Dia mengeluh dan mengucup bibirku. Kemudian dia mengeluh lagi. Kemudian, dengan pantas dia mengucup bibirku lagi dengan penuh berahi.

“Can I ask you something in your lingua franca?” tanyaku.

Dia hanya mampu mengangguk, sambil menarik nafas panjang.

“Adakah kelembapan anda berada pada tahap yang tinggi kini?”

Dia hanya mampu memberikan aku satu jelingan yang amat naughty.

Selamat Menyambut Hari Ulangtahun Ke 201 PDRM

IPD Batu Pahat - courtesy of Batu Pahat Dot Org
Batu Pahat Police District Headquarters – courtesy of www.batupahat.org. Did I not pass here the other day?

I was drawing something or was making paper boats. We were waiting for my father to come home from Bukit Aman so we could leave for a break in Fraser’s Hills (well, my father could have wanted to go there for a meeting or something). Then the news came. My father’s predecessor, Tan Sri Abdul Rahman Hashim, was gunned down near Bukit Mahkamah by communist terrorists while on his way to Bukit Aman from Jalan Kia Peng. It was 7th June 1974. A day later the Royal Malaysian Police became a big part of my life. Every function held at the house was about the police force, everywhere we went there were escorts, hari raya or chinese new year or deepavali celebrations were with either ministers or members of the police force. Once, after an attack on the Police Field Force’s complex at Jalan Pekeliling (then Pekeliling flats), I remember going back home in a V-150 Commando Armoured Personnel Carrier from the Briged Tengah PPH. My friends thought it was so cool. If only they knew how hot and noisy it was in there.

Cadillac Cage V-150 Commando APC

I was first and foremost close to the Guards and Escorts branch of the police because they provided security at our residence, and still know most of them although most have been transferred on promotion to other police stations doing general duties or traffic. When I was still in college, I was close to the Marine Police (since 1971) and the Police Field Force, in particular the 20th Battalion (Senoi Praaq).

Senoi Praaq

Over the years I cemented relationships with the VAT 69 commando unit, the Unit Tindakan Khas (UTK), Unit Udara (Air Wing) and even attended Criminal Investigations course at the Criminal Investigations School at the Police Depot in Jalan Semarak (before the school was integrated as part of the Police College in Cheras).

The police has been in bad light for several years, but over the last general elections, it has proven itself to act independently. This is important as the loyalty of the police should be towards the King and Country, as it is for members of the Armed Forces. I hope the initial good intention of joining the police will be remembered by each and every member of its rank and file so they can continue to protect and serve the rakyat without fear or favour.

I pray that God would guide them in executing their duties, and may He protect them when they leave their families behind to protect us.

Pak Lah Is Betraying The Spirit Of UMNO

That must have been the strongest title ever. I know Pak Lah saved my bacon and that of my North Pole team mates when Anwar and his people abandoned us at the mercy of the Russian mafia back in 1998, it was at the then-Ambassador to Russia’s office that we sought the help of Pak Lah, whom I used to regard as my ‘Jack Ryan’, after Tom Clancy’s alter ego in his novel “Clear And Present Danger.”

When he spoke out against Al Gore’s coarseness and rudeness during the APEC meeting, everyone supporting the BN then thought he was the man for the DPM’s job.

Pak Lah was with my father (who was the police’s representative) in the National Operations Council together with former Chief of Armed Forces, Tan Sri Ghazali Che Mat, and Professor Emeritus Datuk Dr Khoo Kay Kim, in helping the late Tun Abdul Razak bring peace back and Malaysians together after the 13th May tragedy that we all so want to put behind.

However, the Pak Lah that I have written about above, is no longer there. The person I see now is a person metamorphosised into a giant monster bug bent on eating everything in its path.

UMNO was formed because of several things:

FASAL 3

ASAS DAN TUJUAN

UMNO adalah sebuah parti politik yang berjuang mendukung cita-cita
kebangsaan Melayu demi mengekalkan maruh dan martabat bangsa, agama
dan negara.

3.1 Mempertahankan kemerdekaan dan kedaulatan negara.

3.2 Mendukung dan mempertahankan Perlembagaan Negara, Perlembagaan
Negeri-negeri dan Raja Berpelembagaan.

3.3 Menegak, mempertahan dan mengembangkan Islam, agama rasmi
negara serta menghormati prinsip kebangsaan beragama.

3.4 Mempertahankan kedaulatan rakyat dan keadilan sosial dengan
mengamalkan Sistem Pemerintahan Demokrasi Berparlimen serta
memajukan ekonomi rakyat Melayu dan Bumiputera khasnya dan rakyat
Malaysia amnya.

3.5 Menjamin kedudukan Bahasa Kebangsaan (Bahasa Melayu) sebagai
bahasa rasmi yang tunggal dan Kebudayaan Kebangsaan yang berteraskan
Kebudayaan Melayu.

3.6 Mewujudkan kerjasama antara kaum bagi melahirkan satu bangsa
Malaysia yang kuat dan bersatu berasaskan kepada hak-hak Asasi
Manusia dan Hak-Hak Istimewa Orang Melayu dan Bumiputera.

If Para 3.2 is the spirit behind the formation of UMNO, then Pak Lah should know that he is going against the Federal, States and party constitutions. This goes to the same people who put out a banner in protest of the appointment of Ahmad Said as the Menteri Besar of Terengganu saying, “KAMI MAHU IDRIS, NATANG” (We want Idris, Animals). Who are these “Animals” that they were referring to? The palace institution? Someone in Terengganu ought to have lodged a police report for lèse majesté and maybe see if that applies to Pak Lah as well. A copy of this report should also be forwarded to Hishamuddin and his dark-skinned deputy, and tell them this is the time to draw out the keris and start poking it into the anus of the traitors of the Malay cause.

Why am I so uptight about this?

Although I am an UMNO member, I am first and foremost still an officer holding the King’s Commission; therefore I am still a soldier although I have completed my duration of service. My loyalty has always been to the Palace Institution bar any extreme irregularities that may or may have been committed by any of its members. I am not loyal to any political person(s) as those serving the country in political posts were voted in by the people to represent them in managing the country. In short, the people (rakyat) are the bosses and ministers are just our servants. When our housemaid do not perform, we fire them.

As someone mentioned to me last night, “That idea of yours of a military coup seems palatable now.”

Blame This On The Maggi I Had At 1.30am

A million stars tonight circle the dark night sky
A million question inside my head asking why? why? why?
I raise my head to gaze up into the empty space
There are only hopes and fears in this one very place

Maybe it was by God’s merciful grace
That I got to set my sight upon your lovely face
I may be able to walk upon a thousand lands
But you I cannot let slip away from my hands

I have to bear another lonely night
Without you by my side for me to hold tight
I wish to be with you forever
Living the balance of our lives together

A thousand stairs of life will become the hurdle
Together we shall overcome or we will fumble