SeaDemon Says

Well, BN won. And the places I visited and delivered my speeches, and met voters on a one-to-one basis, won with big majority.

I can rest now.

So if you look at your life, especially in the aspects of work and love, what animal would best sum up what you are? For me, I am a dog. Why do I say so?

When it comes to work, I am loyal and obedient. Just as a dog would be with its master. However, as a dog would, I bite if my master stepped on my tail.

When it comes to love, I will be around, giving and receiving love. Even when I am no longer needed around the house, I will still remain near my loved one. When I’m being kicked out of the house, I’ll still stand outside the house hoping I’d be asked to come back in. Kick me around, I’ll still be there, until I am totally downtrodden and emotionally-drained. I’d pine for my loved one, like a dog howls at the moon.

On a lighter note, I am a dog because so far all I got to f*** are bit***s.

I’m tagging Daddy In The City, Metalized the Corporal in China, Mocha, Madam Neomesuff, and Kimi.

After three straight nights of giving political speeches in Batang Berjuntai, Jaya Setia and Ijok, I undertook my usual final job of psyops before the polling day. Hence, Ops Burung Hantu (Operation Night Owl).

Spent time with the members of the PJU UMNO Youth. I finally arrived home at 4.40am.

Now looking forward to a good rest before I start diving again. Reading as at noon today, support for BN comprise of 47% of total Malay votes, 63% of total Indian votes, and 52.6% of total Chinese votes. My read is a slim win for BN by between 450-600 votes.

I have always loved this song by the late Ray Charles…it is about an unrequited love. Painful:

You give your hand to me
And then you say, “Hello.”
And I can hardly speak,
My heart is beating so.
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well.
Well, you don’t know me.
(no you don’t know me)
No you don’t know the one
Who dreams of you at night;
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight
Oh I’m just a friend.
That’s all I’ve ever been.
Cause you don’t know me.
(no you don’t know me)
For I never knew the art of making love,
Though my heart aches with love for you.
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by.
A chance that you might love me too.
(love me too)
You give your hand to me,
And then you say, “Goodbye.”
I watched you walk away,
Beside the lucky guy
Oh, you’ll never ever know
The one who loved you so.
Well, you don’t know me
(For I never knew the art of making love, )
(Though my heart aches with love for you. )
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by.
A chance that you might love me too.
(love me too)
Oh, you give your hand to me,
And then you say, “Goodbye.”
I watched you walk away,
Beside the lucky guy
Oh, you’ll never ever know
The one who loved you so.
Well, you don’t know me
(you don’t love me, you don’t know me)

Yesterday there was a Gathering of the Damned after office hours, to celebrate the graduation of DITC a.k.a Azlan Chao from being an employee of The Nation’s Most Favoured Multinational Company (TNMFMC) to being a pursuant of a permanent membership in the EWL Alumni Club. By my count yesterday, TNMFMC should have around 28 employees left from a high of about 95(?) some three years ago. It was a good gathering…alumni members like myself and James the Stormrider were there, other locals like Mohanan, PAS Life Member, Shaklee Salesman, Jai the Bhai.

It was also fun to watch guys like Tom, Kumaran walk up the street…even Vijay can now walk straight. Tom and Kumaran are among the better guys there. I just hope they secure their personal belongings as some stoopid boy likes to enter other people’s office when they are away. It’s a hard habit to break. Those days, back in the dusty heartland, entering other people’s premise was to snatch goats and so on. You know what they do to goats in rural areas!

Anyway, today, another local has tendered his resignation. I believe another one will soon tender, too.

I love this. On my Yahoo! Messenger tray, I have three special categories: Current Employees, Alumni Members and Baddies. The “Current Employees” list s getting smaller while the “Alumni Members” is growing. Baddies remain the same. They’ll always stay bad.

Here are some pics:

The Executive Committee of the EWL Alumni Club welcomes Mohanan as a permanent member.

I meant to post this yesterday…but, Happy Birthday, Babysetan. I love you!

To my Malaysian brothers-in-arms who sail the seven seas, happy 73rd Anniversary. Get more fighting craft!

It’s been an eventful day. Spent time with the present and future EWL Alumni members for tea when I received a text message informing that I had to give a speech at another location in Ijok. So I rushed back home. As I was driving, a call came in from Ijok to inform me of the issues I had to tackle and the venue. Suddenly, I saw the figures of traffic policemen, frantically waving me to a halt. So, the usual routine commenced. I took out my driver’s licence and NRIC and passed to the officer. He read my name on the licence and asked me how I am, how my father is, where I work and all that. Then he let me off.

I arrived home at 6.30pm, quickly rushed to shower. By 7.30pm, I left home…this time in my Proton Saga again. Traffic outbound from USJ was crap. I sent a text to my friend, Jim Penn, telling him that the road was filled with f**kwits and pu****s while I sped to get onto the northbound highway.

Initially, this Honda VTEC was in front of me and refused to yield. He accelerated. I tailgated him. Then it was an uphill climb after the Kota Damansara junction..time for me to change down, accelerate and change up again. I left him smelling my smoke. I passed the Sungai Buloh junction doing 170km/h. Then in front of me was another Proton Saga…all souped up, with its arse 5 feet above the ground and an exhaust that I can put both my legs into. I had to slow down…and this guy refused to give way. I went to his left, accelerated, and he did the same. I went into the slow lane (left most) and slammed down the pedal…leaving this guy behind as he frantically tried to keep pace with me but to no avail.

As I passed this lorry on my left, I looked into the rear view mirror and saw the silhouette of a Proton Waja giving me a chase. I floored my accelerator pedal. For more than a minute this jerk tried to keep up with me…then I saw the flash of two blue beacons on its roof. Still I sped, thinking they were after someone else. Then the patrolman hailed me on his loudspeaker asking me to pull over. I complied.

Both of them got out..the driver extremely furious. Maybe all that training and he still couldn’t match my skills, I thought to myself. The driver asked me if that was how I was trained to drive. I said Yes. He couldn’t believe his ears and asked me which bast*rd taught me to drive like that and I told him my instructors did when I underwent the VIP Close Protection Course when I was in the Air Force. He asked me for my NRIC and driver’s licence, bellowing to me that this is not a compoundable offence and it means I would have to go to court. I just said OK.

His partner took my NRIC and started writing the summon. The driver read the name on the licence. Then, as if in disbelieve, put the liecence near the patrol car’s headlight to read my name. Then his tone changed and asked me where I was going. I told him I was on my way to Ijok to give a speech. He immediately told his partner to make my summon a compoundable one and to write quickly as I had to go to Ijok. He apologised because his partner had already begun to write the summon and there was no way he could cancel it. I reminded them they were just doing their job.

Summon in my hand, I shook their hands and thanked them for doing their job and got back into my Saga. They went off. I followed a few seconds later, and later, sped, overtook and left them behind as I turned off at the Rawang junction.