Category: Daily Whatevers

Just before I left the house, I left some money on the dining table and Nisaa found the money:

Yeehaa! I’m rich!

Okay, let’s see how much I have here

Yahoo! I can buy a car with this!

Ayah, can we go to the toy store now?

Oh, can I have a photo taken of us like the ones of you and your friend?

Father and daughter

Aku gumbira!

Aku gumbira tetapi Zaide kata orang tua kalau bersanding memang cute. Aku kata orang tua-tua bersanding macam “Alip Mim Wau…Alip tendang Wau…SARKIS!”

Aku gumbira sebab rakan seperjuangan Kimi, iaitu Hazeem, berjaya pulang ke tanah air walaupun polisi imigresen di Syria berubah-ubah seperti nafsu orang-orang Arab…kejap nak pompuan, kejap nak kambing. Kalau tidak sudah tentu Hazeem akan sangkut di situ seperti dua orang rakan sekerjanya kini, dan terpaksa berjubor dengan unta yang bulu matanya lentik setelah 3 bulan ketandusan dan kegersangan syahwat.

Aku gumbira. Kimi juga kata aku gumbira dan kelihatan gumbira.

Cokotx: u lookin veliii different
SeaDemon: hhahahha…
Kimi: look
SeaDemon: how diffelent?
Kimi: very
Kimi: kalau dulu cam stress
Kimi: 401 muscles tarik ke bwh
Kimi: susah
Kimi: skrg ni..less than 100…naik ke atas
Kimi: dulu bro
Kimi: i leh ‘nampak’ 4 tan batu kat bahu
SeaDemon: memng pun
Kimi: skrg ni..dah jd angel
Kimi: floating
SeaDemon: hhahahaha
Kimi: nasib la berat 25kg than b4
Kimi: or else sure terbang (“Cipet!” kataku dalam hati. “Sempat lagi balun!”
Kimi: dulu nak ckp ngan u pon rasa seriau
SeaDemon: we shud go diving soon la bro
Kimi: dpt penampar kapten…mmg sesia

Ya, aku kini lebih gumbira berbanding dahulu.

Petrol naik hingga RM2.70?

Persetankan!

Aku kini lebih gumbira!

Aku setuju, Kimi. Aku lebih gumbira kini

Tapi memang kimak la harga minyak naik. Lepas ni harga barang pulak naik macam cipet busuk.

Show this to your children who like to waste food, or not eat the things that have been served on the dining table.

In the last photo, a vulture is seen waiting for the child to die. The photographer, Kevin Carter, committed suicide 3 months after that photo was taken. He was chronically depressed because of what he saw.

Thank you to those who were there last night lending their support: Spena, King Cobra, Liverpool Babe, Gombak4Life, Aiz, Pak Sudin, Neomesuff, Wan, Rainmaker, Abang Rina, Gemgem Odorono.

And since KY is petroleum-based, will its price go up?

Or maybe I should switch to using butter. As Countloon put it in a YM message:

COUNTLOON: that’s why guna butter
COUNTLOON: hahahahahhaa
COUNTLOON: licin bak KY, sedap pak pasta
SeaDemon: hhhhahahaha
COUNTLOON: butter + masin sikit = yogurty taste
COUNTLOON: siap ada some cream lagi
COUNTLOON: habis tutuh bawah…. beransur ke mulut pulak
COUNTLOON: memang sedap dijilat sehingga kering

Yup, butter would be cheaper. As long as I don’t screw both my girlfriend and my ex-wife, and then send my girlfriend for a paid holiday and take my ex-wife and children for holidays and still screw my ex.

How sick can that be?

It’s 5.41am.

A full tank of petrol for my Naza Ria will now cost me RM202.50 as opposed to RM144.00 ’til 11.59pm yesterday. I got caught in a horrendous jam last night getting out of Subang Jaya, and all the way to my destination. There was a mad rush for last minute cheaper petrol and diesel, that even the petrol stations along the highways weren’t spared. I don’t know if it was worth the long wait just to be able to fill your car up with probably three days worth of fuel when inevitably you will still have to fill it up at the new prices.

So…fuel price is no longer cheap; and that is going to affect all Malaysians across the board. My road tax will cost me RM200.00 less from now on but that means I will still have to fork out RM648.00 per annum. The cost of diving and liveaboards will go up as diesel now costs almost the same as petrol does at RM2.58 and RM2.70 respectively. My usual RM50.00 will only get me one return trip to Yummy Baby‘s place instead of two, with 30 kilometers to spare. So I can make a trip to The Mall and then figure out where to refuel. Food and essential items will now cost more while our purchasing power remains status quo. And I don’t care if fuel costs RM5.00 in Singapore because if you convert that into Singapore Dollars, fuel will be as cheap as it is in Malaysia now.

Seriously, I will have to consider converting my MPV to NGV/hybrid. It may cost me a bomb, but that would be better than paying RM60.00 per fuel tank. Instead of giving vehicle owners stupid cash benefits that amount to nothing more than just a few milimeters of taik gigi, it should look into making it compulsory for all major gas stations, or at least for PETRONAS, to provide NGV. As it is, there are only 58 stations providing NGV to cater for 25,000 users nationwide. Subsidise the conversion of vehicles from petrol-based to petrol-cum-NGV based.

Secondly, charge only a nominal sum for road tax. Maybe it is time for the government to consider charging only RM60.00 per private vehicle per annum for road tax. As at 2006, there are 14.8 million registered vehicles, and that alone should earn the government RM888,000,000.00. That is almost RM1 billion in road taxes alone. You think that is going to burden the lower income group? Come off it. RM60,00 a year is nothing compared to 6 packets of cigarettes a week, if not more.

Today is going to be an entirely different day. And it was only 4 years ago that a full tank for my Naza Ria cost me only RM90.00.

Sheesh! I should start robbing banks.

But, really! Was it worth the long queue for those who queued last night?

It has been 31 years since my Persian cat, Foxy, died. I have written about Foxy in several entries on this blog. Everytime I think of him, a sense of sadness would linger. Foxy was my best friend in many sense. He was my only friend when I was at home near the Lake Gardens.

Foxy was given to me as a kitten by my piano teacher who is also the daughter of friends of my parents, Kak Lily. For more than a year, Foxy was my only friend as my only other friend who lived nearby, was also, like me, living in a gilded cage next door being the son of a Prime Minister. Every morning Foxy would chase after my legs while I jog around the field and bite; and he would be by the door waiting for my return from school. Everytime I got a beating from my father, Foxy would come and rub himself against me as I lock myself inside my room; and Foxy would sleep on my pillow next to me, often pushing my face away if I had taken too much space.

Today, I read Aiz’s entry on the passing of her cat, Troy, and after 31 years, apparently the pain of losing Foxy is still there. She wrote this of her husband, Din:

The passing of Troy was very tragic that it made Din cry. I’ve never seen him cry like that before. He cried after he buried Troy and in the middle of the night he cried again..

Suddenly, the memory of losing one’s best friend gushed back into this frail heart. Suddenly the memory of those painful days and nights that followed after Foxy’s passing came back. Tears roll down my cheeks as I type my comment on her posting. I can feel Din’s pain. I can feel the anguish. I can feel the anger and frustration of not keeping Foxy inside the room that fateful night. I can still see the way Foxy, with a broken pelvis, tried his best to come to me as he usually did, to cheer me up every morning. I could almost see the pain he went through trying to get a pat on the head and a stroke beneath the chin.

I am sorry for your loss, Aiz and Din. I really do not know what to say….

…because after 31 years, I still cry for my Foxy.

Troy

Hana, Iqa and Nisaa are the only ones left at home while Fazira is back in Kedah to be with the mother during the school holidays, and Farhan and Alim are at their maternal grandmother’s place in Klang. Both Hana and Iqa were looking bored. Hana will be joining Fazira in Kedah on Sunday, while Iqa has lots of assignments to be completed over the holidays. Nisaa has been karaokeing in her sister’s room, singing songs like POP YEH YEH.

As I shall be leaving for the island tonight, I thought maybe it’s best to take Hana and Iqa bowling, while Nisaa tags along.

Nisaa all eager to bowl

I can’t wait for my turn

It’s Kak Iqa’s turn

It’s Ayah’s turn

It’s Kak Hana’s turn

It should be my turn after this

Eh, why is it Kak Iqa’s turn again?

It was boring waiting for my turn

The End