Well, Oneon, enjoy this music video:
Sepang 2007
It was a great race..superb race. Alonso and Lewis Hamilton finished first and second although they started second and fourth on the grid respectively.
Lewis Hamilton, a F1 rookie, is definitely the person to watch.
Missing You
I had a lunch date with a certain young, curly-haired girl with long eyelashes yesterday before my dinner with Gee. After lunch, I carried my date as she was already sleepy by then..and I started humming an old song I liked very much some 22 years ago. This song by John Waite, called Missing You, has a nice melody. I remember always putting on this song as I drive from Bletchley to either Steeple Claydon, Winslow or Silverstone in the England.
The song goes like this:
Everytime I think of you, I always catch my breath
And I’m still standing here, and you’re miles away
And I’m wonderin’ why you left
And there’s a storm that’s raging through my frozen heart tonight
I hear your name in certain circles, and it always makes me smile
I spend my time thinkin’ about you, and it’s almost driving me wild
And there’s a heart that’s breaking down this long distance line tonight
I ain’t missing you at all since you’ve been gone away
I ain’t missing you, no matter what I might say
There’s a message in the wire, and I’m sending you this signal tonight
You don’t know how desperate I’ve become
And it looks like I’m losing this fight
In your world I have no meaning, though I’m trying hard to understand
And it’s my heart that’s breaking down this long distance line tonight
CHORUS:
I ain’t missing you at all since you’ve been gone away
I ain’t missing you, no matter what my friends say
And there’s a message that I’m sending out, like a telegraph to your soul
And if I can’t bridge this distance, stop this heartbreak overload
CHORUS
I ain’t missing you, I ain’t missing you, I can lie to myself
And there’s a storm that’s raging through my frozen heart tonight
CHORUS
Ain’t missing you, I ain’t missing you
I ain’t missing you, I can lie to myself
Ain’t missing you, I ain’t missing you
I ain’t missing you, I ain’t missing you
I ain’t missing you, I ain’t missing you, ain’t missing you, oh no
No matter what my friends might say, I ain’t missing you…
Langit Sa Lupa – Part 4
Gee and I had dinner discussing our common dream. We are now one step closer to achieving our dream.
Guwn Theen – Thaitanium
This is one of my favourite rap songs from Thailand:
Lost
What is the force that binds the stars
I wore this mask to hide my scars
What is the power that pulls the tide
I never could find a place to hide
What moves the Earth around the sun
What could I do but run and run and run
Afraid to love, afraid to fail
A ship’s mast without a sail
Government Asked To Curb Bloggers
Yes. Datuk Ismail Sabri Yaakob, the MP for Bera, has suggested in Parliament for bloggers to be curtailed for spreading rumours and lies about members of the government.
He also cited that Internet users believe bloggers more than mainstream newspapers.
I suppose he can’t use his brain as a good sensical filter, so he needs to be checked all the time.
PDRM – 200 Years On
I may have been a military man, but for 28 years of my life (68% of my life as of today), I was part of the Royal Malaysian Police’s family. My father was a Staff Officer, Special Branch, at the Police Headquarters at Bluff Road (now Jalan Bukit Aman in Kuala Lumpur). He then became the Staff Officer, Special Branch, Selangor, a month after I was born.
When I was a year old, he became the Officer in Charge of Police District, Ipoh (OCPD), at the age of 28. 5 days after the May 13th, 1969 tragedy, he served as the Chief of Staff (Police) in the National Operations Council (MAGERAN) under the late Tun Hj Abdul Razak bin Hussein, before becoming the Head of Special Branch, Selangor 7 months later. In less than a year, he was the Chief Police Officer (CPO) for Melaka state (from 7th September 1970) and then the Chief Police Officer for Selangor from 6th December 1971. 13 months later he was the Director of Special Branch at the Police HQ in Bukit Aman, and the Deputy Inspector General of Police 2 days later on the 1st February 1973.
He was made the Inspector General of Police on 8th June 1974 when his predecessor, Tan Sri Abdul Rahman Ismail, was gunned down by communist terrorists next to the Lee Yan Lian building near Bukit Mahkamah (where Maybank building now stands). My father’s last day as the IGP was on the 15th January 1994.
Perhentian 2007 – Part 8
It’s been more than 24 hours since the best dive trip to Perhentian’s come to an end. Gee, me, and Nazir are now pining for salt water to breathe in. I still don’t feel normal. And my two underwater jobs have been postponed until the end of April…shucks!
Gee wants me to plan another trip somewhere. Now let’s see….
Perhentian 2007 – Part 7
It rained the whole day today. It started off with heavy rain last night followed by a storm this morning. It’s almost 7pm and it hasn’t stopped raining. The good thing about Perhentian, that is unlike KL, is that it will never get flooded. Ha! Ha!
We didn’t do any night dive last night..we were tired. Someone cooked dinner so I had a nice dinner. Fried salted fish with sauteed onions, budu ikan bilis, sambal petai goreng, with white rice and keropok.
After dinner we walked along the beach (after watching the Spurs vs Chelsea game…I still don’t know who won; never paid attention), then sat down and chatted about life’s ups and downs until 2am. That was when it started to rain.
Today, we only did one dive in heavy swells. It was a deep dive with an Advanced Open Water student from Thailand. The dive went well, spent 20 minutes at 28.8 meters before we did a slow ascent, and I deployed my SMB from 18m, just so the boatman could see us and prepare long before we surface. No dive traffic after that from anywhere as waves were big, but I spent time swimming at sea while the other person watched me from the topside.
Lunch was good. They prepared for us nasi daging merah with fried vegetables as complements, and for tea we were given cucur bawang with hot tea. Tonight will be another session of chat on life’s ups and downs. Oh, dinner is being prepared by a local…we’re having nasi air (local Kelantanese congee..or Khao Tom as it is called in where I come from..ahaks!).
Tomorrow, we’ll be busy again.
Yes, I am enjoying myself here. Perhentian is heaven for me..perfect. Lipe was almost like this. But Perhentian fits the bill. Everything moves in slow motion, laid back, relaxed, and beautiful.
My only problem is: I miss the kids.
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