Category: Daily Whatevers

Now they want Malaysian bloggers to be registered.

Good luck! Most servers sit outside this country, so I don’t know what legislation they plan to use to enforce this over owners of servers who live elsewhere.

They plan to ask bloggers to register so that gossips, lies and slanders on the Net can be controlled. Hmm…if they can work that out, pass the method to George Bush. There must be thousands of I-Hate-Bush blogs on the world wide web now.

How do you plan to censor the Internet? If you do good job and is free from scandals, why should you worry? Your deeds will speak for themselves.

Go spend that money cleaning drains instead.

Today, 11 years ago, was my last day in uniform. Yes, 11 years ago I was still wearing my camo at the RMAF Regiment HQ (then HANDAU now PASKAU). While those leaving the service from my batch were already six months in civvy clothes, I was still in uniform due to the setting up of the RMAF’s Provost Marshall’s Office…and as the first Head of RMAF’s Special Investigation Branch, I had lots of cases to investigate, and one case to prosecute. I also had to overcome hurdles such as senior officers who were bent on NOT changing the old ways (ie. not following the Armed Forces Act, 1972, and preferred to do summary administrative trials, contradicting the Act).

In this pic above, I was receiving my King’s Commission’s scroll from the Regent of Johor. His father, the King then, was supposed to attend..and we held prayers every night so he would not be able to come. I guess, for that one month leading to the Commissioning parade, we were the most religious bastards in the whole of the Malaysian Armed Forces.

And God listened to the righteous…HAHAHA!

Holding the tray in between me and the Regent of Johor is Mej (B) Md Johari Taha. He was my Flight Commander. He came to ranks from being just an apprentice at the AFATS in Port Dickson, then as an other rank, before he joined as an Officer Cadet to become an Officer. He was a true-HANDAU officer, and as they say in the Armed Forces: berantai.

He was a Captain when I was an Officer Cadet; he only made Major when I was a Lieutenant (where I served under him as Officer Commanding ‘Alpha’ Squadron at the RMAF Recruit Training School). Finally, when I made to sit in a Major’s chair (acting), he was still a Major (incientally, I was second in my squad to put on the rank of a Captain and first as Major..albeit Acting). That was one of the deciding factors for me leaving, although I was promised a bright future in my new establishment. It would have been demoralising for him to see his former cadet be at par in rank with him, with the prospect of out-ranking him in two years.

Mejar Johari Taha retired from the RMAF a Major.

When I first heard of FESPIC 06, I honestly thought it was going to be one of those shutterbug contests. Now I know what it is and what FESPIC stands for: Far East and South Pacific Games Federation for the disabled.

I was fortunate enough to bump into some of them at the Dynasty Hotel downtown a few nights ago, and I must say, some of them, especially those from Uzbekistan are very good looking despite their minor handicaps. I’d date any of them.

Anyway, back to the topic, the Malaysian team has so far bagged 44 Gold, 60 Silver and 71 Bronze medals, and I must say, being them, it is an excellent achievement. Better than those supposedly-fully-capabled athletes that we’ve been feeding and taking care of but lack the competitive spirit.

Bravo to our FESPIC 06 team. You have done the nation proud.

Now, KBS, pay-up what you have promised the medal winners, and it is high time we build sports complexes for the disabled. They are, after all, taxpayers too.

JIMY‘s calculated the number of places I’ve been to and it says I have only covered 14% of the world.

I wonder if the program allows underwater to be taken into account as well…

I went to my new old house today as some contractors wanted to do some job…so I drove my Proton Saga. yes, my junk, my dive-car. Suddenly I was told that my father wanted to have lunch with me and my daughter. So I picked him up in my car and off we went to this mamak restaurant in USJ.

Imagine I had to bring out the lessons I learnt more than a decade ago on how to change gears with very little or no jerkings when driving VVIPs. From a Formula Saga driver to a chaffeur.

Only 12 years later did I discover this song. My daughter Nisaa loves it so much.

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You’re my Honeybunch, Sugarplum
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You’re my Sweetie Pie
You’re my Cuppycake, Gumdrop
Snoogums-Boogums, You’re the Apple of my Eye
And I love you so and I want you to know
That I’ll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you
Because you are so dear

I found this pic from Maew‘s page. Maew is a journalist in Thailand, and this is a pic of a place near her house in Chiangmai.

Whenever I see this pic, it reminds me of Tik Shiro‘s songs (the older ones) like Tai Mai Dai, Tarngkan Trong Nee, and Leum Mai Mod. How I miss those days when life was a lot simpler than it is now. I’m also reminded of Loog Thoong songs. Then, I’d be sitting in front of the television late at night to watch music videos of Thongchai “Bird” McIntyre, Touch, Asanee-Wasan and many more whose name have somewhat disappeared from the mainstream music scene.

I miss Thailand: I miss the music, the food, the culture, the people.

Maybe I should have migrated back in 1998 when I had the chance.

…if I do, I might miss something….