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Silence

This is a song I used to listen to back in 2001. At that time, I was in my Proton Saga on the hilly road between Ampang Tambahan heading towards Hulu Langat…it was a dark night. I stood outside my car looking at the lights of the city of KL.

Little did I know that one day the lyrics of this song actually reflects a huge part of my life.

This is An Jing (Silence) by Jay Chou from his album Fantasy.

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The rest, you get someone who speaks Mandarin to translate the song for you.

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Glueing The Babe’s Heart

Yeah…I heard that song playing.

Buddhist Babe was lying on her tummy listening to this song. Her top part naked, bottom half covered by the white duvet.

Hang on! Isn’t my babe a Catholic?

Oh no. This is the Buddhist Babe. And this is a special request from her.

I walked to the side of the bed nearest to her. “What’s wrong, Babe?” I asked, stroking her hair gently.

“I just feel sad my man broke my heart into pieces,” she said in a sad tone.

“But I’m here at your request,” I began.

She turned to look at me and held my hand.

“Will you unbreak my heart, please?” she asked softly.

Well, I hate to tell her the truth. To unbreak a heart isn’t easy. But I can start stuffing glue-like stuff inside her. Might glue back her heart too.

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Lan Chao – The Man Who Sold His Az

If Uthayakumar were to tell the HINDRAF people that he is actually British and can no longer join them or support them, he would be cleansed royally by the latter.

Today we have another traitor to the cause in our midst.

When I met him for lunch, he was all casual but apprehensive, and tried breaking the ice to me by starting his conversation about how my Ibu sends her son to the same place as his. Maybe he thought breaking the ice would be better than me breaking his head straight away before he could finish his pathetic nasi goreng with telur dadar.

His name is Azlan Chao – the man who sold his Az. So from now on, he is known only as Lan Chao…then again, that is what we’ve been calling him since he wanted to ride on his younger brother’s fame (Jay Chao) but at the same time look like his elder brother, the MB for Pahang, Adnan Yaakob.

I remember during fasting month, he was dishing out his business card to us at Khalifah stating that he would never climb up Uptown Two again because he might catch ringworms (kurap). I guess the periphery clinics will be laughing to the bank after this treating him for that skin disease.

Neils, Fuad, Ah Keong, Sharifuddin, Shaking Lee, Taukeh Dora Dora, Walking Vibrator, Oneon and all alumni members as well as current members, please leave your most explicit comments for this posting. Describe him the best as you can.

The proof
The proof

Now he has no excuse not to play golf with me ever again.

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Happy Birthday, Ayah

My father at the age of 10
My father (bottom left) as a Boy Scout at the age of 10

It’s January 16th.

Today is both a happy and sad day for me. Today, my dear friend Hazyr turns 32, while my father turns 69. I am happy for the grace of God they have made it by another year, and I pray that He will continue to bestow upon them good health, prosperity and unlimited happiness. Sad because this would be the first year I do not get to wish him personally, as I did two years in a row before that (I did not do it for 3 consecutive years prior to that).

My father upon graduating from UM (Singapore)
My father (center) upon graduating from University of Malaya, Singapore

Putting aside the differences, if I do not live to wish him the same next year, let it be known that I do love him very much. It hurts me to do this, but I have a statement to make, and I deserve to be heard and recognised; something I feel he should learn to accept.

My father, the young Supritendant of Police
My father, a young Supritendant of Police (eq. Lieutenant-Colonel) at the age of 27

Happy birthday, Ayah. Forgive me for my wrong-doings and for hurting your feelings. You are, have been and will always be the best father anyone could possibly have, and if I have to live my life all over again, I wouldn’t do it any differently with you.

May Allah bless you for having brought me onto His Earth.

Parents and children
The family – taken exactly a year ago

P.S: my friend, Ibu, has the hots for you

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Growing Old Together

“Honey, I would love to grow old with you,” she said, removing her glasses to put her head on my shoulder.

We were watching a Clint Eastwood movie that co-stars Ed Harris. The breeze from outside was nice and cooling. I kissed the top of her head.

“I’m already old,” I replied. “How much older do you want me to be?”

She laughed, poking my ribs.

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Life Is A Journey – Unlike On Samy Vellu’s Highways

I wrote this on a very dear friend’s blog today:

Life is a long journey
a journey of thousands of miles
it is filled with both poison and honey
as it is with frowns and smiles
life is also a big gamble
to find what is not and what is true
how you stand or you tumble
how you move depend on you
there will be junctions along the way
all have its happiness and pain
you decide whether to go straight or veer away
whether to lose or to gain

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Yesterday’s Sunset

Sunset as seen from my room - 14 Jan 08

Sunset as seen from my bedroom yesterday – Monday 14th January 2008.

Long fiery sunsets like this can only mean one thing – it will rain the next day.

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Cause For Concern

The day I had those chest pains (early Saturday), I felt a familiar dizziness later in the afternoon as I tried to pick something up from the floor. A bad headache and neckache followed and soon my left eye was as red as Maya Karin’s in PHSM.

I have been resting and sleeping most of the time, however last night, after dinner, as I stared at the ceiling, there was a sudden “spatial blockshift” : the celing moved on its own to one side, only to return to its original position less than a second later.

I woke up this morning, felt a neckache. So I tried taking my blood pressure and the result is shocking: 147/95 with a heart rate of 95bpm.

It has now gone down to 140/90 with a heart rate of 91bpm. I wonder if there is an elevation in haematocrit, and/or increase in coagulation of the blood. A logical reason would be in the diet: oversupply of protein, as protein promotes constriction of the blood vessels. However, I have been staying off meat. Could it be now that I am getting this from the amount of fish I’ve been having?

I have lost 5kgs since the beginning of December, exercising, eat more fish and veg, abstaining from meat etc, meaning I am doing something right. And I hate sugar and salt. So what is wrong with me?

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L-O-V-E Is A Four-Letter Word

Maybe love is just a farce, and to say love is a beautiful feeling is a fallacy.

Love is just a feeling that one gets, and falls in the same category as hope does: HOPELESS.

I could smell the intoxicating odour of cigarette smoke, as the Lost Woman puffs away, probably looking at me from behind as I stand and stare outside the window: the roads in KL are still wet from the heavy downpour an hour ago, as wet as the torso of both Lost Woman and I.

I took a sip of my JD Coke. In the back of my mind I know that the Lost Woman will soon start thinking about what Ambrose Bierce had said about love:

“Love: a temporary insanity, curable by marriage.”

Whereas my quote on love would be:

“L.O.V.E – like F.U.C.K, is just another meaningless four-letter word.”

She took another puff, inhaled deep, and exhaled poisonous gas. Finally finding the courage, she asked, “You have had me so many times now. Do you actually love me?”

I turned to look at her, slowly sipping my JD Coke, then turned back to look out the window.

I just made love to you, Woman. Doesn’t that count?