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Weekend road trip

Going on a road trip today. Just taking a break from all my nonsense routine. Want to see a bit of this beautiful country for this weekend. Really tired of mostly being cooped up in the office for the past week.

Going to drive slowly northward and stop here and there. Will see how far can I go, then spend the night there before returning on Sunday. I think it will be refreshing to get out of this place once in awhile.


Honestly, I'm a bit tired, and maybe even jaded. Hopefully this little excursion will help. Need to manage my energy better. Last night a reliable source told me the general election may even going to be held as late as February next year. Whatever lah...just hoping I still have the energy by that time.

Ok, need to shower now and pack a bit. You all, take care and have a nice weekend. Cheers :-)

Piggy excuse (UPDATED)

UPDATED

For dinner we went out to have some congee at a quite nice Chinese restaurant. He said it's ok, no pork there. So, he ordered la. One side dish looked quite delicious. What is it? He said "Oh, that one very nice, frog legs fried with chili. Err, don't tell me you can't eat frog legs..." Siow la!!!

Well, I'm not a religious expert but I know as a Muslim I can't eat pork, and meat of dog, predatory animals, those which are poisonous, amphibians....errr, maybe all ugly looking mamals.

I can eat everything with gills except those which are poisonous.

I can eat grasshoppers.

I'm not sure if I can eat panda...or elephant.

ORIGINAL ARTICLE

Another Sunday...I'm always lazy on Sunday. Feel like sleeping off the whole day. But, got to see him today. He said he wants to cook lunch for me. So romantic and all, but looks like I have to bring over my pots and pans to his place. I suspect he still cooks pork in his kitchen. So don't want to use his stuff. I don't think I will ever get used to his pork eating and hope he quit one day. His excuse has always been that "I'm Chinese la...must eat pork leh."

Whatever lah...but really, he never even seen a live pig, let alone been to a smelly pig farm. Looking at the animal, I don't know how anyone could eat it.


See, how can we eat an animal which looks like a lawyer ? Don't be angry arrr...really, just look at the face of the pig. Doesn't it reminds you of one particular lawyer?

Hmmm...btw, BN seems to be on the offensive of late. A lot of statements about Anwar's wheelings n dealings. Anwar's defence remains the same - Muhyiddin asked about my Rm3 billion? Tell him to declare his assets instead. These are all Umno's conspiracy!!!!

Real babi la that sorts of excuse. You explain first la about the Rm3billion, before accussing others of corruption.

Real mangkuk....how to become PM like that? You tell me lar.

General election now only at year end

Sitting in the office, don't know what to do. Finished work but can't go back home. Need to wait for a meeting with a  bollywood-looking friend. Decided to do this posting for the time being.

I heard the general election will only be at the very end of the year. Definitely after the Hari Raya Aidilfitri and Aidil Adha. There goes my perdiction of it to be held in September.

Can come up with all sorts of theories about the delay but honestly I think I'm getting tired of waiting. Don't know lah. Najib is smarter than me, so, he probably have a good reason for it.

Whatever it is I think I don't want to hold back on my plans just because of the election. If I want to go on a travelling break, I think I will just go. Johor BN simply have to do without me. Taiwan....dreaming of Taiwan....


I hope he can come along. Need him as my translator. I know it will not likely happened. Today also he never called. Yesterday, he said got big reunion dinner tonight but can't takes me with him. Make me sad only. Useless fella.

By the way, in case I'm in Taiwan and suddenly the parliament was dessolved, I think I can still rush back to vote.

Ya, I think I will celebrate my birthday this year in Taipeh. He better pay for my flight tickets. What? Tickets to Taipei are not very expensive la. It's not like I'm asking him to pay for my way to London, ok?

Garang wife essential liao

Just woke up. It's 4.58am. Didn't sleep well. Fallen asleep about 2.30am. I don't think that's enough sleep. Feels like calling him up....but cannnot, sure kena marah disturbing his sleep.

Never mind, I just do this posting instead and pretend you all who read this are my friends and listening to my ramblings.

What? U don't want to be my friend because I'm pro-BN? What la you, don't want to be friend just because of politics. That's silly. Relax, ok? We Maaysians are really not much different from each other, ok?

You think just because I'm BN, l'm evil lah ya? Corrrupted corrrupted lah ya? Eh, stupid la like that. I'm just like you also la. Just trying to earn a living and fulfill my responsibilities and do the right thing, ok? I like Najib, you like Anwar...what? You think Najib is the devil, and Anwar an angle? So simple ka? Come on la...let's use our brain, can?

Ok la, you don't care about Anwar, but love and want Guan Eng instead to become PM...eh, that guy also a man lar...and men are all bastards...remember? Guan Eng also can get horny ok? Any man who can get horny, can get corrupted also, ok? Just that Guan Eng is lucky that Pretty Betty is garang. Almost all Chinese women are like tha one. A little sign of him getting itchy, and she threw that ashtray...or as it a file? Heard like that lah.

Compare that to Anwar...Wan Azizah really hopeless lar...just let the bugger do as he pleases. That's why he ended like that...everything also, he sapu.

Well, considering that, I do think Pakatan need to consider putting Guan Eng as their number one leader. He try to be funny, Betty will be ready with that ashtray...or is it a file?

BN better in that sense...no need to change leader...Najib got Rosmah, what :-)

Eh, enough lah of my nonsense...need to do the necessary and get ready for work. You all, have a good day, ok.

How to kill BIGCAT

Back in JB for a few days. A short break from my moving around. It's hot out there. Just lazing around today. Need to rest. Thought of writing about a ghost busting story at Irda office but I'm still not in the mood to write heavy stuff. Maybe next time.

By the way, received some comments saying that BIGCAT is leaving JB, but I can't release them as it is not fair to the person named. Told you all already - no fishing here. So, please don't waste your time.

Those who don't like this blog, just don't read it, ok? It's as simple as that. No need to accuse other people of these and that. Not nice like that. Afterall, this is just an insignificant anonymous blog. So, no worries, ok? Just don't read all these nonsense of mine if they cause you heart pain. If no one read this blog, it will die a natural death.

Anyway, for the final time, I will be leaving Johor only after the next general election. I hate my job here, but I still need to help Johor BN with what ever little I could offer. So, I'm toughing it out. Hopefully I will manage to save enough money to go to Taiwan by the time I can leave this place.

 Don't really fancy the trip to Singapore on Monday but hopefully I can get things settled there as soon as possible.

Ok, I'm going back to sleep. Need to save some energy. Tonight got a bit of a hot date leh :-)


Looking for a new job

Looking for a new job

On the road. Still am for the coming next few weeks.

Not much time to fool around with this blog for now.

What to do. Need to earn a living. 

I actually envy all those cybertroopers. Fool around like this also can get paid.

I have to admit, I do enjoy writing this blog more than doing anything else ever since I started it seven months ago.

Maybe I should consider being a cybertrooper and do full time blogging. Not as fun as being an independent blogger but at least can get paid. By the way, my current job is getting more shitty than ever. I may have to quit it soon.

Maybe I can become Guan Eng's 21st special officer specialising on cyberwarfare. Surely he need another Malay in his team.

 I"m not very pretty, so Guan Eng need not worry about flying ashtray....or was it flying file?

So how Guan Eng? Can or not? My asking price cheap only - RM9k per month plus medical coverage. I'm quite good, ok?

Ok, really need to run now. Don't know when I can do my next posting. Till then, take care and all the best.
** **** ****** *******

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Dear little brother,
I'm sorry that I'm not much of a help.
I'm sorry that you have to go through so much sufferings.
I'm sorry that the lawyer was useless.
I'm sorry that the system is so filled with bureaucratic crap.
I'm sorry that I can't get anyone to lessen your sufferings.

I'm exhausted.
All my efforts were no good.
I'm really sorry little brother. Please forgive me.

I will wait till you can smile and laugh again. I will wait till we can go bowling together again like yesterday. I will wait till you are happy again.

I'm putting everything on hold till I know that you are alright again. I'm putting everything on hold in protest of the sufferings that they put you through.

Take care my dear little brother. Be safe. Be safe. Be safe.

May Allah always  protect you...

My story : My mother


Tomorrow is Mothers' Day. I'm writing this in remembrance of my arwah Mak. Just a short summary of her life for this blog's record.

My mom was born in a village in Batu Pahat, Johor in 1933. She was the third sibling of a large Javanese family. Her father was a carpenter while her mother was a housewife.

Her family was extremely poor. There was no other way to describe it. From what she told me, her childhood was purely a tale of day-to-day survival. Food was scarce and clothes were made of whatever cloth her father could find. Her clothes when she was a little girl were made mostly of cloth from flour gunny sack, patched together by her mother. I know it's hard to believe but those were pre-World War II days of Malaya.


The Japanese occupation when she was nine years old made life even harder. Her favorite brother, my Pak Ngah was her hero at that time. He was probably 13 then. The two of them were mostly assigned to chase away the birds at my grandfather's small patch of land planted with padi bukit which was the family's only source of rice during that period..

My Pak Ngah was the one who took her to join him at a Japanese school whenever they were not chasing away the birds which were eating the paddy.. She told me that she had never been happier at that time then when she first sat in the classroom singing those Japanese songs and learning to read, write and count. She taught me some - ichi, ine, san, see, goh, roku...one, two, three, four, five, six...

It was however at the tail end of the war when my mom joined the class. The Japanese soon surrendered and the school was closed. Except for a little Japanese stuff, my mom never get to learn much else. She had to went back to her routine of helping my grandmother with household chores and looking after her younger siblings.

Later on, she found out that a religious school had been opened near the village. It was the Sekolah Agama Johor type. My grandfather was however against the idea of my mom going to the school as she was already 13. He saw no point for her to get an education as she was already at the age of girls being prepared to be married off at that time. It was normal for girls to get married at such a young age those days.

Defying her father, my mom sneaked out to go to the school. When my grandfather found out about it, she got a walloping from him Her teachers at the school however went to meet my grandfather when my mom stopped going to the school. They told him that she was a bright student and he should let her continue attending school. After much persuasion my grandfather relented. My mom told me that being allowed to go back to that school  was the happiest memory of her childhood. However, everything thought at the religious school were in Jawi. She never learns the Roman alphabets.


My mom's schooling days were however cut shot. One day, while she was in school, my grandmother turned up at the school, requesting to bring her home. When she asked my grandmother why, she was told that representatives of a family from Muar had came to their house proposing to see her in person for a marriage plan. She was devastated. It turned out that was her last day in school.

Early married life was very tough on my mom. It was after all an arranged marriage to an equally poor family. She didn't even like my dad at first. He was a very serious person, worked hard and not at home most of the time. My mom had to move in with her in-laws after the wedding and they were not very nice to her. Her routine was to wake up very early to prepare breakfast for everyone, then go rubber tapping, followed by attending other household chores etc. My dad, being a filial son let all his earnings to be managed by his mother who was a very strict person in charge of the household spending.

That arrangement lasted until my elder siblings were at the school-going age. My father, against the wishes of his mother decided that his children must all go to school. His mother insisted otherwise as she was of the opinion that children of a laborer like my dad would only waste their time in school. Furthermore, sending children to school at that time will cost a lot of money which my dad didn't have much. It was pre-NEP days. I had previously posted here My story : In the beginning about my dad's insistence on educating his children. For the first time in his life, my dad defied his mother and took my mom and my elder brothers and sisters to move into the laborers' barrack and take charge of his own earnings so that he could allocate some for his children education. My mom remembered the dilapidated small home as heaven, her first real home which also set her free from her in-laws.

Life was still however hard for my mom as my dad's income was meager even by the standard of those days. But she was happy. Her children were going to school and doing well in their studies. My dad, had even insisted for my elder brothers and sisters to go to English-medium secondary schools despite the higher school fees. He was of the opinion that attending English-medium schools will enable his children to get good jobs later on in life - clerks, teachers, nurses, supervisors etc. As I had mentioned previously, he never thought that his children will go even beyond those professions. As for my mom, she was happy enough to see her children being able to go to proper school, which she herself never had a chance to do.

Despite not being able to read the Roman text, my mom was very good with the Jawi. She could read and write in Jawi beautifully. She was also the designated Quranic teacher of the children at the barrack. Her pupils included me and my siblings. There were ten of us.

By the time I was born, life was a bit better for my mom. My dad managed to improve himself over the years and increased the family's income bit by bit. At one point, my family managed to afford a luxury - my dad subscribed Utusan Melayu (the Jawi version, as my mom could only read Jawi). It was only 30 sen at that time, if I was not mistaken. After a while, my mom told my dad that she wanted to try learning to read the newspaper in the Roman text and asked him to switch the subscription accordingly. After much hard work with the help of my dad and elder siblings, my mom learned to read the newspaper. Haltingly but better than nothing, as she so fondly told me. It was a continuing learning process for her.


My mom was also fond of taking part in community activities such as religious classes for women, wedding kenduri, Quran reading group etc. Most of these activities were organized by the local Umno people. At one point, she was asked to join the party but she declined. She never care much about politics.

Of course, as far as I am concerned, my mom is the best mother in the world. Her whole life was dedicated to us, her children and the family. She was a good person who never harm anyone. She never craved for much in life and was contented with her children having a better life than she ever had. That was for her the greatest satisfaction of her life. Her few years in our final kampung home after my dad's retirement were the best time of her life. She also got to perform the haj with my dad courtesy of the Johor government which rewards its Muslims employees and their spouse with free flight tickets to perform the pilgrimage upon their retirement.

When my mom was diagnosed with lung cancer in 1996. I was at that time in the midst of preparing for my final year law examinations. It was a devastating blow for me and my whole family. We cared for her the best that we could, but it was a losing battle. Her condition deteriorated so fast that within three months after her being diagnosed, she was in the final phase of her illness. Her last words to me was to settle down and be a good Muslim. She got her wish to have all her children being with her when she breath her last. The last to arrive home was my brother who at that time was working in the UK. I was reading the Surah Yassin at her final moment while my siblings guided her with the final Kalimah Syahadah. Her jenazah prayers were performed thrice due to the large number of people who turned up to pay their last respects. Twice at our home and another at the kampung mosque before she was laid to rest at the nearby Muslim burial ground.

It took me quite awhile to recover from her passing. I was missing my classes so much at that time that I never thought I could pass my final examinations. I was just trying my luck when I sat for them. Miraculously, I did rather well.

I always believed that my mom's prayers for me from the other side helped me through things like that. She must still be there looking after and praying for me and her other children from a much better place.

Terima kasih Mak.

Tale of smashing phones

Want to take it easy today. Posting something light. Here goes....

Lost in the world for half a day yesterday. Battery of my phone kong-out as I left my charger in the office. Like most people, I'm a slave of my phone. Without it, I'm lost. All sorts of things could happened - missed appointments, lost clients, angry people who tried to contact me, etc.

Pre-handphone life back then was more simple. And I miss it.

Can't remember exactly the last time, I used a public phone. It was probably in London several years ago when I just want to try using the one in that traditional red box for fun.


My first handphone was a second hand Ericsson. I was the last among my friends who don't have a handphone. Someone actually bought it for me because of Anwar Ibrahim. It was at the height of Reformasi. Exciting time and I needed to be connected. I used to carry a spare battery as I was always on the road and the phone battery didn't last too long. The phone lasted for about two years.


Second handphone was a Nokia. The first model without an antenna. It was the only time I actually bought a phone due to its changgih technology. Top of the line at that time. Can go silent mode, vibrate and change the ring tone some more. My most expensive phone at over RM1k.


Next was a Nokia butterfly. My favorite phone ever. Bought it when it was already outdated. Still, I love it very much for a reason I rather keep to myself...it was a happy time. I use it for a very long time until one fine day I got so angry with the person at the other end of the line that I smashed it to the wall beyond repair.

After that I used a few other cheap insignificant phones which model I can't even remember until the person who caused me to smash my Nokia butterfly bought me quite a nice one, also a Nokia, as a replacement. I used it for several years until one fine April morning I smashed that one to the wall too for the same reason like the last time. Sheeesh....

Now, I'm using a Blackberry. Curve - the cheapest one bought with the data package. It's actually more for show than anything else. The internet connection is very slow, that maybe one day I will lose my patient and smash it to the wall too. Well, everyone else have a smartphone these days, at least I have one too. That's what I thought when I bought it. It's perhaps the phone I bought for the most stupid reason of all.

Eh, it's already azan subuh...I better do the necessary and get ready for the day. Crazy me, writing about handphones pagi pagi buta. Never mind lah...I will put some pictures later to make it nicer to read. This old netbook can't do that.

Ok, have a good Friday :-)

A worried heart (with updates)

UPDATED 2

Resisted the temptation to call him. He doesn't like me calling him when he is with his friends.

Just send him a text asking whether he was at the demo. He send me a reply - "Nope".  Just that single word. I'm not sure whether to believe him but I have to accept his reply as it was and told him to take care and be safe. Don't want to be the nagging type.

I'm actually still worried. Surfed for more news from KL. Things seems to be quite blur. Blogger Double YY reported that most Chinese demonstrators, who are actually DAP members wearing their yellow "Ubah" t-shirt were at Petaling Streets scaring away the tourists.


I look carefully at the photos and was glad I can't find him among the crowds.

THIS ONE JUST IN VIA NST ALERT at 3.13Pm
"NST 28/4: Police have started firing tear gas and water cannons at Dataran Merdeka after protestors broke through the barricade in the Bersih 3.0 rally."

So, here we go again...I'm really really praying that he was telling me the truth and not in the middle of this madness.

UPDATED

It's past 3am, woken up from my sleep. It's so hot. Took a shower to cool myself. Checking on the latest on what's happening in KL. Saw some news about the commotion near Dataran Merdeka about midnight.  Some of the demonstrators had already tried to breach the security barrier around the place. They even tried to stop a police bus from going into the area.


I immediately worried about him. Felt like calling him but stopped myself as I don't want to disturb him in case he was sleeping.

Anyway, the reports indicated that almost all the demonstrators who seems so eager and cannot wait till tomorrow to have the demo were Malays. A report even stressed that not a single Chinese was seen in the crowd. So, I don't think he was there.

Of course it's a bit sad to note that when it comes to these sorts of nonsense, it's always the Malays who were more advanced than others. They seems to enjoy these sorts of things and see them as a fun thing. I guess Malays have yet to shed their "minda berhibur" (entertainment mentality?). Probably that's why Harian Metro is their number one newspaper.

Wouldn't it be nice if Malays are also the most advance in other fields such as science and technology etc etc?

I bet, during the demo tomorrow, the Malay idiots will be on the front row again. Good also, that means if he is to be stupid enough to go to the rally, he will be at the back with the other smart Chinamen.

Of course, better still if he just sleep off the whole day at home la...

ORIGINAL POSTING

I'm hoping that he is not going to join the rally at Dataran Merdeka tomorrow.

Of course I'm worried about his safety. That sorts of rally can easily turned violent. But I know he will not listen to me one. Stubborn boy. He said he is hanging out with his best friend that fanatical DAP guy in KL this weekend. And that guy came all the way down from Penang to join the rally. So, he will most  likely join him tomorrow.

I actually got all stressed up about this today. He didn't say he is going to join the rally but he didn't deny it either when I asked him. All I can manage was making a sad face. Can't ask too much. He can be quite garang some times.

Sometimes I don't know why I fall for him. Not very handsome, garang, don't love me that much, bully me all the time and always not around. Chinese some more. DAP supporter some more (although he always denies it and scold me whenever I calls him that).

Don't know lah...

All I hope now is for him to be safe and that everything will be alright.

Of course it's not much of a hope because the whole purpose of the rally is to create havoc.

It's not about fair election, or anti-Lynas, or anti-PTPTN.

It's about a show of force and creating a perception that the current government is bad and suppressive. That's all.

Perhaps the only participants of tomorrow's rally whose motive are genuinely what they say to be their's are the LGBT crowd. Unlike the others who use a fake struggle to achive their political aim, the LGBT people are using a fake political aim to achive their struggle, which is the legalisation of free sex.

Well, at least that's how I see it.

Adopting Malacca

It's so hot out there. Just feel like sleeping in this air-conditioned room the whole day.

Don't really feel like going back to JB. This little town in Malacca is such a nice place. Wish can stay here forever. Oh, and his mother was so nice to me, not garang at all as I expected :-)

But, tomorrow, got to go back to work. Packing up later after this posting. Using his little sister's PC. I'm sharing room with her. Sweet girl. She plays football. A striker. Yesterday, watched her and the team played against another school. She scored a hat-trick. It was fantastic.

Spend last night watching football with her till past midnight. We are now best friends. First there was the QPR versus Tottenham match. I support anything with Malaysia on it. The match was a bit kelam kabut but QPR won 1-0, giving them hope to stay in the top flight. Then we watched Real Madrid versus Barcelona. Real Madrid won 2-1. Great match that one. The winning goal was by Ronaldo, but he got it after a beautiful pass from Ozil. My new best friend is in love with Ozil. I don't blame her, the guy is totally cool.


This is really a happy past few days. If all things worked out, I think I will move and settle down here. I may not have to work anymore. Just stay at home and take care of small small things which makes me happy. Taiwan may have to wait.

But first, need to help Johor BN. Hopefully can get the general election over and done with as soon as possible. Once Johor MB Datuk Abdul Ghani Othman retires, I don't think I will be bound to stay in Johor anymore. I am not an Umno member in the first place. I think I will change the theme of this blog into something else after that. Probably movie reviews, music and food. Much more fun to write about those things.

Anyway, BN should be ok. I am quite confident they will win in the coming general election. Just a matter of winning big or small. My sources indicated that they already have up to 120 parliament seats secured. You want to believe or not, is not my problem.

Ok, need to pack up now. Going back to JB after that.

Cheers 

It never heals

Was sitting under the bamboo tree just now. Looked up at the clouds and they were so beautiful. Feeling very peaceful.


Nonetheless, deep inside, I know I will never get over it.
It's sad when the one we love is no longer with us. It's most sad when the one we love so much no longer love us.
Just want to get that out of my chest. Sorry...just rambling.

Have a good weekend.

寂寞的日子

A good friend lost his brother yesterday evening. I'm sorry that I can't be of much help to him. He is a good and sincere person, but of late he is going through a rough patch. I hope he will continue to be strong.

For his arwah brother, Alfatihah.

News such as this passing of my friend's brother always reminds me of my own mortality. How much more time that I have left on this earth? What should I do with that time?

As I had admitted, I'm not a religious person. Nonetheless, as a Muslim, it's a must for me to believe in the afterlife. So, naturally I need to prepare myself for the inevitable.

Sometimes I ask myself, why people want so much from this world while knowing that they will one day have to leave it all behind. The power, the wealth, the beautiful wife/handsome husband, even the children.

Why must we fight so hard for all those things?

Well, I know that everyone need to survive and secure the future of their beloved. But do we really need to go to the extent of lying and cheating and slandering others to get what we want? Do we need to hurt others to get what we crave for?

In all honesty, do we need all those hypocrisies to survive?

On top of that, why do we need to be so arrogant once we reach a higher station in life, whatever that really is? Is that really necessary? Can't we remember, that maybe we achieve all that with the help of people who now we look down at with disdain? Is our conscience clear on that?

Is it necessary to break the heart of others? Promise them  things like eternal love and then chuck them out once we get what we want out of them. Why do we need to be so cruel?

One day, all of us will be going through those final days of our life. I believe that at that time, we would reflect on our life and remember our deeds and misdeeds. Especially, the misdeeds which we wish we had not committed. How we will wish we could undo the harm that we had done. How we wish we could apologize to those whose heart we broke, whose life we wrecked.

Of course, by that time it would be all too late for us. We will just be an old person that no one really care about.


 We could really end up being the sad lonely old person in an old folks home. Just sitting there, day by day, remembering those we love who don't really love us anymore and those who truly love us but whose love we forsake for one reason or another.
We will sit there on the reclining chair outside the old folks home and remember everything.

Yes, for now we are young, and would say that we will not regret anything. But when we are old and lonely, we would not be so arrogant anymore. We will indeed remember and regret...all those lies, all those abuses, all those damages we inflict on others, all those broken hearts etc etc.

Even the big men have their regrets later on in life. Dr Mahathir regrets that he never managed to change the Malay laid back mindset, Lee Kwan Yew regrets destroying the Chinese school system in Singapore....for some others, I think they will regret having too much fun with those cute foreign prostitutes, handsome coffee boys, other people's wife etc etc.

Ok, enough la of this. Before I write more and make people angry, I better stop and go wash my car. Need to clean up it's inside. Look like garbage bin lah. Even saw a little cockroach running around yesterday.

A lonely solo drive

I'm planning to go on a drive.

It's a good route with many stories to tell along the way. I had send my very old car for service as it is going to be quite a long drive.

I'm going to start from down town JB along the Skudai road. The recently completed Coastal highway is nice with scenic view of the Tebrau Straits. The several new interchanges make the drive smooth. Not bad compared to a few years back when the stretch was always jammed. Much thanks to the Iskandar Malaysia project which had enabled the development of the road.


I will exit the Skudai road at the Perling interchange and head towards Pasir Gudang. This is all part of the Pulai parliamentary area. It's MP is that Javanese Teow Chew handsome chubby boy Nur Jazlan Mohamed, a possible future MB of Johor. Honestly, I prefer him to be at the Federal level as he could do well to help PM DS Najib Razak in pushing his moderate policies and 1Malaysia initiatives. Here, he would probably be butchered to death by all those Umno warlords. Anyway,  Jazlan should be good working under Najib's wing. He can manage a bit of Mandarin which should go down well with the Chinese community. He succeeded in doing just that in his constituency. He, however need to cool off a bit his relations with former Pak Lah's people. It's one of those baggage he is still carrying,

Onwards, I never really like driving along the Pasir Gudang Highway. It's always jammed with heavy vehicles coming and going from the ports of Pasir Gudang and Tanjung Langsat. Najib, however had recently announced a huge allocation to widen the highway, which is equivalent to the Federal Highway of the Klang Valley. That will be a really good thing for those living and working along the stretch.

I will exit the Pasir Gudang Highway and join the Jalan Tebrau heading towards Kota Tinggi. At this point, I will be in Tebrau. It's MP is Teng Boon Soon of MCA. Tebrau is one of the Johor DAP targets in the coming general election. I heard DAP had "transferred" several thousands of its supporters to the constituency. MCA there are back paddling, but I am sure Tiram assemblyman Maulizan Bujang and Puteri Wangsa assemblyman Halim Sulaiman would do their best to help Teng. Maulizan and Halim are known not to be the best of friends, but typical of Johor Umno people, when their areas are under threat, they will get together to fight a common enemy.

Jalan Tebrau is now a much better road after several upgrades over the past years. It is wider and has proper interchanges. At one point, I may exit to the new Senai-Desaru Highway which cut down traveling time to the Desaru resort area by more than an hour. It would also take one to the most exciting development area of Pengerang where a mammoth petroleum hub will be build. The Pakatan people are trying to make an issue out of the project but I think the people of Pengerang will not buy it. They would want their area to be developed and that south eastern tip of Johor be transformed from its backwater image.

As I approached the township of Ulu Tiram, the traffic should be smooth as the new flyover across the town had solved what used to be a major traffic congestion at the old junction in the middle of the town. Ulu Tiram is now a rapidly developing township complete with a huge shopping complex and hypermarkets.

On towards Kota Tinggi, the recently upgraded four-lane road should be smooth, almost as good as any proper highway. I guess the JKR people who were responsible for the upgrade have caught on with the good works of their counterparts in Iskandar Malaysia.



I will bypass the Kota Tinggi town as the main trunk road do not pass through it. Kota Tinggi has Syed Hamid Albar as its MP. Personally, I think the guy should be replaced as he has been there for too long and he had made some bad bo bo when he was a minister. However, Syed Hamid is a good Umno division leader. He take cares of things and make sure his people do not make too much of a mess out of things. So, to tell him to go, one need to be diplomatic lah. I think he would want to go out in a good way too. Oh, by the way, there is nothing to worry about Pakatan people in Kota Tinggi and Pengerang. Support for BN is more or less very solid there.

My drive will proceed to Mersing. Here, the road will become the trunk road of yesteryear. Winding and rather lonely. Not much traffic. I always avoid driving at night from Kota Tinggi northward. The road cuts through several patches of jungle. So at night it will be very dark. I'm always scared that I may ran into a wild boar or other such wildlife. There is also that worry of something going wrong with my old car. There are also of course some ghost stories about the stretch....hehehehe....I don't really believe in ghosts, but still, scary leh.

Nonetheless, I think I will enjoy the rather adventurous drive with funny corners and undulating topography. I would like to take a detour to Pulau Sibu along the way. Never been to that resort island not far off the coast. But that will take too much time.

So, on to Mersing. Will pass the sleepy settlement of Jemaluang. I always wonder how the mostly Chinese residents there survive the boredom of living in such a quiet place.


As I reach Mersing, the traffic will be quite hectic again. The town have not developed by very much. Ok lah, there are some new buildings and shop-houses, but the atmosphere is still the same. The big writing of Mersing on top of the hill near the main round-about which look a bit like the Hollywood one has been there for ages.


I remember it the way it was when my late father took me to the town when I was a kid. I remember him holding my hand as we walk from the bus station to some government buildings at the edge of the town. Yes, the small town atmosphere is still the same.

Things will however change for the town once the RM22 billion Mersing Laguna resort project kicked off. They said the whole thing will transform Mersing into something like Bali. I guess the people of Mersing should be very excited about it. Well, I'm excited. Maybe I can get a job there....as a traditional dancer probably. :-)

I would like to pause in Mersing for awhile and look across the sea from there. I miss the beautiful Pulau Rawa so much. I haven't fulfilled my promise to return there. I will return there, really.. Hopefully those coins are still there between the cracks of wood at the jetty....


Oh, I think the winding road to Mersing would most likely be straightened and upgraded to accommodate the expected influx of tourists in the years to come. So, no more me pretending to be an F1 driver when driving along the winding road.

Mersing MP Dr Latiff, another potential Johor MB must be very happy with all these development. Anyway, Mersing is another constituency where the Pakatan people do not stand a ghost of a chance to penetrate. Mersing Umno, despite some internal squabbles is still too strong there. Ok, there are some Kelantanese residing in nearby Endau who were said to be Pas supporters, but I don't see them giving much trouble to Latiff.

Onward up north from the Mersing town, I will pass through the beach of Air Papan.


 It's the first beach I have been to when I was a kid. My big brother, just came back from his studies in Australia at that time. I remember that he rented a Mitsubishi Gallant and took us brothers and sisters for a two hour drive from our home to the beach. I can still remember the fresh smell of sea on that day. My siblings and me went around collecting seashells and had a little picnic there. Really miss those days when we were young and life being less complicated.

The road to the Endau town is as winding as the one between Kota Tinggi and Mersing. It is mostly jungle by the road side all the way there. I will stop just before crossing the bridge over Sungai Endau in the middle of the small town. That's the Pahang border.


 If I have my way, I would want to drive across the bridge and go on northward and never turn back. But my works here in Johor apparently have not yet been completed. Just a short while more, I guess. Need to be patient for a while more. Soon....I will tell myself. With that I will have to turn and head back to JB.
I don't care for TKC (or MCKK)

I don't care for TKC (or MCKK)

This is from NST today (simply simply post this one) -

TKC's biannual dinner reunion

NETWORKING: Get together by Tunku Kurshiah College former students
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(From left) Malay Girls College/Tunku Kurshiah College Old Girls Association president Puan Sri Fauzah Mohd Darus, its deputy Tan Sri Dr Rafiah Salim and its vice-president II Datin Sharifah Khairiyah Syed Mohamad at an interview with NST at the association’s office in Putrajaya.
  PUTRAJAYA: SISTERHOOD. This is what describes the relationship which binds the generations of Malay Girls College/Tunku Kurshiah College Old Girls Association (OGA) together from the past till today.
 OGA president Puan Sri Fauzah Mohd Darus shared a brief history of the prestigious residential all-girls school with the New Straits Times in a recent interview.
 Established in 1947, when she began attending it, it was then still known as the Malay Girls College, before it was renamed  Tunku Kurshiah College (TKC), in honour of the first Raja Permaisuri Agong - Tunku Kurshiah Tunku Besar Burhanuddin.
 The college was officially opened by Lady Gent, wife of Sir Edward Gent, the then governor of the Malayan Union.
  In 1962, it was moved from Jalan Damansara, Kuala Lumpur, to Jalan Tunku Kurshiah in Seremban, Negri Sembilan.
  “As a student then, we lived a very cloistered but  disciplined life. We learned all sorts of things, from social graces and etiquette to various dances and songs,” Fauzah said, recalling the bygone days.
  Also present at the interview was OGA deputy president Tan Sri Dr Rafiah Salim, who is  the NAM Institute for the Empowerment of Women  chief executive officer.
  “The Damansara Heights that you see now is different from the time when we were schooling there. We were located in the thick of a rubber plantation. There were tigers around, it was that wild!
  “We used to sit on the slope that overlooked Bangsar during the evenings, and it was totally green then”, recalled Rafiah.
  As in the past, the OGA will hold their biannual dinner this year.
  OGA vice-president of social and welfare, Datin Sharifah Khairiyah Syed Mohamed, said the  dinner  will take place at the Royale Chulan Hotel, Kuala Lumpur, on April 28.
  “The biannual dinner is an avenue for old girls to get together  and  relive the camaraderie we shared during our school days,” said Sharifah Khairiyah, who is also the chairman of the get-together.
  She added that  the dinner, apart from raising funds for the OGA, would also be an avenue for networking.
   “It can be  a platform for the girls to network with each other as many of them had excelled in various positions and careers,”  Sharifah Khairiyah said.
  Rafiah said the dinner was a good platform for  individuals  to foster working relationships, and sponsoring companies would also be able to tap into a pool of talented women to work in their organisations.
  This year’s dinner theme is Bollywood night, and is called “By Golly its Bolly”.
  Dinner table packages are available at RM8,000 (Aishwarya Rai), RM5,000 (Kareena Kapoor) and RM3,000 (Preity Zinta).
  The money raised will be used to cover the cost of the dinner and the balance contributed to the OGA fund to help its students.
  Among the notable alumni of TKC are Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Razak’s wife, Datin Seri Rosmah Mansor, former Women, Family and Community Development Minister Datuk Seri Shahrizat Abdul Jalil, and social activist Datin Paduka Marina Mahathir.
Earthquake and tsunami in Indian Ocean 4

Earthquake and tsunami in Indian Ocean 4

FOURTH  take

Tsunami alert across the Indian Ocean region lifted about 9pm Malaysian time. Waves of between 10 and 15 cm reported in several areas in the region.

THIRD take

Tsunami alert on Malaysia had been lifted. Countries still on alert are Indonesia, Thailand, India, Sri Lanka and Indian Ocean islands.

The earthquake which triggered the tsunami alert has been identified as "horizontal" instead of the "vertical" type which could cause more destructive tsunami.

SECOND take

After shocks of 8.2 just hit at the epicentre. Water receeding by almost 10 Metres at Sumateran western coastal areas, indicating a possible huge tsunami on the way.

Indonesian authorities expecting waves of up to 6 metres to hit the shores. Evacuation order of lower ground had been issued.

FIRST take

An 8.6 magnitude earthquake hit about 490 km off  the West coast of Banda Aceh, Sumatera, triggering tsunami warning across the Indian Ocean region about an hour ago.

The tremors were felt as far as India and Singapore. It was reported that the tremors were also felt at high rise buildings in Johor Baru.

Prayers for everyone in the affected areas, especially Achenese who are closest to the epicentre.

The Pacific warning centre said waves to reach Penang  by 9pm tonight and Port Dickson by 2am later tomorrow morning.

To be updated.

My story : The present

Note: This posting is a continuation of  My story : In the begining

The most beautiful thing in my small room is a koinobori (japanese fish flag) that someone bought for me at a Daisho five ringgit shop two years ago. It is the only decorative item in my room.



I sleep on a two-inch thick mattress. I got no bed, cupboard or anything much else. There is a place to hang my clothes and three shelves left behind by the person who previously occupied the room which I used to put my stuff. I have a nice Ikea laundry basket though. There are also two plastic chairs, also left behind by the former occupant of the room. The cheap green curtain was put up at the window by my sisters. The rent is RM300 and that's all that I can afford. No joke.

I came back to JB several years ago. It turned out to be the most stupid thing I have done for my career. But never mind lah, it's water under the bridge already. I am already at the tail end of things anyway. So, I just need to slog on as long as I have the energy. Should not be for too long now, I guess.

I am not an ambitious person. I never crave to have lots of money or being chauffered driven and worshipped by people like some hot shot BN fella. At work, I always try my best but my aim has always been modest. Someone used to scold me a lot for wasting "my talents". I appreciate the motive and tried my best to meet the expectations, but I find it hard to sell out on my principals just to "move up in life".

All I actually need is a decent income so that I can take care of my responsibilities. If I push harder to get more, it's because I want the people I love to have a slightly better life. Honestly, I can do with just the basic stuff. That Taiwan thing I kept mentioning in my previous postings is just my favourite dream. I do wish though I could afford to travel more. I still harbour the hope of spending some time in Taipei one day. See lah how, kalau ada rezeki.

As I had previously written, I come from a poor family. I eat simple food - nasi, ikan kembong goreng, sawi goreng - and I'm ok already. Ok, occasionally I pamper myself with some expensive Japanese food. My favourite is salmon sushi. This rare luxury is the influence of that person who gave me the koinobori. I have this like once every three or four months.


My life has been dreary for more than a year now. The only bright spark in my life in JB now is my little contribution to Johor BN. I like Johor MB Datuk Abdul Ghani Othman because I find him to be a good man and a sincere leader. I think I have written about that so many times already. He never gave me anything for my support but I'm ok with that. My conscience is clear that way. I got my little salary and that's good enough for me. The reward is in knowing that my beloved Johor is in safe hands...for now.

Things are not however going well for me at the moment. I'm trying to stay positive. I may lose my job soon because of things that I write. But it's ok. That's the risk I take to write what I believe. I believe  that my rezeki will be decided by Allah, and not by some peacock man.

 My late mother once told me not to fear anyone or anything but Allah. I'm not a religious person, but I always remember that. I believe that if I keep my faith intact and stay on the right path, insyaAllah I will be safe.

Pre-dawn rambling

Pre-dawn rambling

Fallen asleep early and now woken up too early. 3.23am now.

Solat tahadjjud...

Trying to go back to sleep, but cannot. Eyes just can't close. So, thought I write some nonsense here. Anyone want to read, can. Don't want to read also, never mind.


This crazy netbook harr...once written, cannot edit one. Have to start all over again if I want to. Don't know why lah. Really need to get a proper laptop. The other day some Umno guy who know who I'm offered to buy me one, but I told him I don't want. Don't want to be a corrupted Umno cybertrooper. The Umno guy laughed at me and said I'm a bit blur blur. Said I'm fighting on their side and there's nothing wrong gettting assistence from them. It's like going to war but refusing to take weapon from your friends on the same side. Have to admit he got a point. But still, I'm not comfortable with the idea of taking things from any side, eventhough I'm indeed pro-BN.

It's already April. Time flies. Just can't wait for the general election to be held and done with. I really need to move on after that. I love Johor but getting stuck in Johor is really causing me severe depression. Actually I wish I can go away tomorrow, but I'm giving myself till after the election. After that, by hook or by crook I will leave JB. I always wanted to go to Taiwan, study mandarin, learn to be a teacher, do a minor in journalism, etc etc...but most of all riding a bicycle and breathing the crisp spring air. Probably I'm too old to do all that, but still, it's nice to dream...no harm what...

Buggard...now only I realised this netbook also now cannot post picture. Was trying to put picture of spring time in Taipei, but cannot. Last time can't post video, now picture also cannot. So, this posting going to be just bland. If I want to put pictures and video, I have to do it at cybercafe lah. So troublesome.

Eh, enough lah...I'm feeling sleepy again. Rambling rambling, got no point this one. I better take a nap before Suboh time....sorry for the bad grammar...cannot edit lah...my English is really getting worse these days...well, I don't care much for the English, so why should I care about speaking their language properly liao...hehehehe

Cheers.

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