Merdeka.... 53rd!

More than half a century already it has been.

Some where in Kay Bee...

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A group of youngsters on bmx and mountain bicycles with the Jalur Gemilang attached to it were making their merdeka rounds. Slipshod riding, care less of the traffic and rowdy, this is accident waiting to happen.

Wonder if their parents knew about their whereabouts?

Wonder of they knew the true meaning of merdeka? or just for the sake of fun?

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The final 10 nights of blessed nights of ramadan.... hurry! we can! its now or never.

garble garble... burp..

tuut tuut..... tuut tuut....

hello, good evening.. bretnosson nerhorthel, reshhapeson brrrrrr..ter...how may I assist you?

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What in the world is this German doing working at the counter of a 5 star hotel in Kay Bee? Or is this a navajo code awaiting to be deciphered?



Even the Germans speak slowly with crisp clarity.

meletup...kepala atas pokok...

mercun meletop..

budak 6 tahun mati..kepala putus..naik atas pokok.

adik mati dlm perjalanan.

rumah jiran bergegar akibat letupan mercun modified tersebut.

Ayah..penjual mercun.

kreatif budak zaman ini. Takziah kepada keluarga berkenaan.

Late UPDATE: 26/8/2006
Above was the description by the victim's neighbour who was working in the same place. The unfolding news the days after the event differed slightly from the above. It can be read here from the Star. Condolences to the family.

More news of youngsters mutilated by modified fireworks began to appear in the local newspapers after the above incident. Nobody seems to deterred by the dire consequences it could bring. Worst, the fathers are setting the examples on how to create the mother of all blast. Children will quickly learn. Before too long, making home made fireworks will become the tradition in the family.

If played according to the "Standard Operating Procedure", these fireworks should be low risk. Banning fireworks serves to prevent the "unlicensed bomb expert" to create their own deafening bombs.

If only such overflowing creative juices be put to good use.

Excuse me Mr Wall...

At the counter of one goverment agency reads "tempat bertanya"..

2 officers were there, one male and the other female. Both had computer screen in front of them. Both had their eyes glued to the screen. Engrossed.

Goor morning! Salam..

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Asslamualaikum..

" ..." Eyeballs turn to look.. body posture, still the same, facing the screen.Something urgent it must be, on the screen.

Suddenly, a small whisper.."waalaikumsalam..",, Great...! A descent reply at last.

Can you please tell me where XXX office is? I need to see him..

1 second, 2, 3 .........15.. silence. Again, eyes glued on the screen. Wonder what could be so important in the computer at 810am, for a public relation's officer at the "information counter"?

Then,... a final tap to the "enter" button..

"Yes sir, what can I do for you?".... blistering barnacles...!

Patiently enough... Can you please tell me where XXX office is? I have an appoinment with him..
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Before leaving the waiting counter.. a peep at the screen... no wonder there was some delay in replying to me, a client at this gomen agency.... The FB has turn them into a wall. Please, rakyat diutamakan, not FB diutamakan!

Respect of great men

Great men are made.

Great men are born.

Made or born with it, they are simply.... great. They contribute to the society, and made themselves a legion of followers.

Not all are able to maintain the same greatness for the whole of their life.

It really is a bitter pill to swallow to find your mentor to be in a mess of their life created by themselves and their manly lust. Like a knight in shiny amour who, together with his horse, fell into a pit filled with waste product of the digestive process.


Hopeful, that the stained marks can be washed off in the soonest time possible. Better, if it was all bluff and untrue.

Sebelum posa

Lets go for lunch! that was yesterday.

Today... "come-come, have lunch, there are some food in the meeting room, help yourself.."

On what occasion? "Nothing, just out of routine. It's on us.. Besides, it's the beginning of Ramadan tomorrow, it's the "last meal" before the fasting month  (So, we wouldn't be eating in bright daylight for a month!).

Thanks for the reminder. Thanks for the sustenance, that's rezeki from Him, the Provider.

Such invite should not be viewed as a chance to indulge in binge eating, the last "chance" to enjoy meals in broad daylight. I can still enjoy it, minus the binging part. The "last chance" is rather a reminder of death to us.

Happy Ramadan..!