Thursday, May 31, 2007

Verbatim 0003 - Quotation

Sir Winston (Leonard Spencer) Churchill

Lady Astor : If I were wife, I should flavour your coffee with poison!

Sir Winston : And if I were your husband, madam, I should drink it.



……to me, that was the wittiest remark ever.....

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Rambo 10 - The Fighting Fish

Rambo’s diary – 31st. Mayn2007




This morning Rambo greeted me by splashing around at a super speed – so fast that it causes a splash followed by whoosh (as close as I can describe the sound.) He took two pellets…then after he sank to the bottom exhausted.

Maybe Rambo sensed my feeling and he wanted to demonstrate to me that he is not about to give up yet. At this point, Rambo live way past its biological age; its desire to fight nature is truly astounding and as far as time is concern, he is the World Champion – should have named him “ROCKY”.

Earlier on, I have instructed my children to visit him every now and then to have him move more (he needed the exercise) because Rambo always greets family members. My children dutifully look up on Rambo and he gets his exercise.

In human terms, Rambo should be 105 years above and he will be the longest living fighting fish in captivity. I took a picture of him this morning.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Rambo 9 - The Fish

Rambo’s diary – 30th. May2007





Who are we to play God……? Rambo took a pellet this morning. He still greets me, this time waving feebly with one fin…..lying on one side most of the time now.

Unlike those days when he was young and robust…each time when I opened the door, he would flare up its gill, flexing his body into a fighting stance as if waiting to attack the intruder who came in the room…..like a watch dog.

Scientist says that fighting fish are extremely sensitive to the surrounding-that’s true.
When I got nearer and realizing that it was me, Rambo would swim left and right in a twirl like a dog welcoming its master.

Rambo never fails to greet me….even now. He is slowly fading away.

Hits Counter and Advertisment.

My children (Still Studying) registered the hits counter for me; I was really not interested as it is not important to me at all. To me, it is not how many hits but the contents reflecting my thoughts and conscience that matters.

They told me that I can earn some pocket money for cigarettes and beer from the advertisement……how brutally frank…….but that’s true.

There were several occasions lately that I almost register with a advertising company but manage to pull out at the last possible seconds in afterthoughts…..that with all those jargons, rules and regulations that I do not quite comprehend that I may unknowingly upset and get sue for infringement ….just for a few packets of cigarettes and beer…..is just not worth it, for I might be having bought the most expensive pack of cigarettes and beer ever in the history of mankind.

During times like this where money is hard to come by, and that I can’t stop smoking and drinking ……..luckily, there cheap substitutes for cigarettes…with brand you never thought of as possible like: Luffman, Three ace, Llama…….that cost two dollars for a pack of twenty, that will surely burn a hole in your lung and not your pocket; cheap substitutes beer from a country famous for its ‘beauty’ that you never heard of let alone existed much less their beer that looks like urine,… taste like water laced with cheap alcohol that will intoxicate just the same whilst scorching your liver.

For a computer illiterate with a big mouth as I, it is better safe than sorry.

Monday, May 28, 2007

I am poorer.

Written on the 9th. May 2007




I worked twice as hard earning half as much and it is not enough….so….I redoubled my efforts just to earn just as much as I used to.. which is enough then but now almost enough.

I am not poor enough to receive aids nor rich enough to be financially comfortable…..that‘s is the bane of the poor urban rich middle class. Just as soon as you thought you have enough to survive……the price hike of every sorts and sundries goes up inversely proportional to the value of money……….now we have a situation where the dollar is getting cheaper on one hand and more expensive in the other, that is to say – it cost more to earn a dollar thus making money more expensive…..that is the irony of life……..there are ‘cheap sales’ everywhere but I don’t have the cheap money.

I once read that the world’s poorest person was a Japanese fellow who owes 15billion yen! We have a list of the 100 richest person but not the list of the 100 poorest person….just maybe being the poorest takes superhuman effort and lots and lots of *&%$ luck. Being poor, every dollar earn is a sum gain…….being middle class, every dollars earn is a dollar less………you figure out.

When I say that I am earning a living…..I was merely trying to be humble then….now I meant just that…..nothing more, nothing less.

T.T.T. ( Dalmatian)


Trusty's Tongue Twister

Rambo 8 - The Fish



Rambo’s diary – 28th. May 2007




Rambo though active is fighting a losing battle against time. He is lying on its side….
Struggling for one more day…….one more year. I wish that he would give up the fight…. I can’t bear to see him like this……considering euthanasia.
I knew of this one person, this person is the person that I secretly admired and wished that I could have told that…..so many unspoken words that was meant for this person was left unsaid……….regrettably, I REALLY WISHED I HAD……..but pride and egos stood in the way.

This enterprising person through the industriousness raised a family of six by slogging in the tin mine twelve hours a day and doubles up as a cook; later became a petty trader selling fruits, cloths, roast ducks, home-made sausages at the market in the day and the road sides in the evening. This person honesty and integrity earn the trust of the clienteles so much so that she became the organizer of the local tontines club.

Years of thriftiness and hard work, this person amassed a fortune and in later year finance the children in various business ventures which turn out to be successful. Almost every child was provided with the initial down payment for the purchase of a house.

After a long period of toiling, this person naturally succumbed to many ailments related to stress and overworked and had to seek medical aids frequently.

The children were too busy to take care of this person and being hospitalized many times for surgeries and other ailments, not one of them attended to her voluntarily without much persuasion from well meaning relatives and friends

This person was required to take at least 15 tablets per doze after a meal……but meal was hard to come because the children were too busy with their respective businesses and activities …being too weak to cook, this person had to ingest those tablets empty stomach…..imagined the torments …the acidity.

Every time this person was hospitalized ……the children start to quarrel ….argued over who should fork out the money, it was argued that since one of them provided the transport which amount to time equals money and should be excused; the other provided accommodation which is also money and many other reasons for the remaining few.

Not wanting to see disharmony among siblings, all medical charges was bare by yours truly. To keep the story short and not to traumatize readers with lots of unhappy of incidents….

It was three World Cups ago, that very morning, when the son was watching live football telecast between England and..?.... Around 4.30 am …the person came out to have a small talk and then after which …went out to hang oneself on the telegraph pole outside the house. It was very wrong but given the circumstances that was the only way out – this self immortality the only sin …wrong but rightfully unavoidable to her perceivable assumptions.

Every thing was planned logistically to the precision of the minutest details; the school holidays and public holiday were accounted for the convenience of friends and relatives to spend in the wake, all expenses were accounted and paid for: examples- religious ceremony, burial site and so on. The extra was being divided among the children.

This is the saga of a truly remarkable person of immeasurable compassion…….
………………………………….ANIMALS………………………………………


Sunday, May 27, 2007

Rambo 7 - The Fish

Rambo’s diary – 27th. May 2007




Rambo is in a happy mood, the water was change by the maid under the strict supervision of my children. He is more active …….he even flare his gills when I came in the room.

I remember years ago, when I used to visit somebody at the old folks home/ nursing home every once a while. Each time I was there, I got perturbed and was very upset at the conditions of that place.

Is this how one should spent the remaining days of their life in such horrific filth ……so demeaning to their once productive contribution……their sacrifices to family and society……even a dog deserves better. Where are their children?

The matron of the nursing home is what you will see on TV…….. Sinister, calculating…..stone cold sending shiver down your spine; is picture perfect for the roll of an evil person. Her evil look was further enhanced by two oval almost identical birth marks on the eyelid of both eyes……the rest is left to your imagination.

The inmates of the nursing home, was given food of controlled quality- meaning it was designed to principally keep the inmates alive as long as possible; that minimizes complications that might jeopardizes their health and that if anything should happen, they would lose a client and maximizing the workers’ productivity (only four) from not having to do extra work………I can understand…..its about economy……it is about business …but my God….we are talking about human here. I shall continue in the next Rambo’s diary……..SHAME ON YOU……..their children….sons and daughters……..shame on me….and humans alike

Saturday, May 26, 2007

Verbatim 0002

There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to out-carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain………..Or so says the legend.



Excerpt: THE THORN BIRDS
Author : Colleen McCullough

Verbatim 0001

I have over the years read thousands of books, magazines, journals, newspapers and anything I can lay hand on. Knowledge not shared is knowledge not learned and therefore I shall post on the blog from time to time memorable quotes, jokes, poetries, new ideas, events and so on and so forth in VERBATIM.

Verbatim: adv. Word for word, exactly as spoken tten.

Rambo 6 - The Fish


Rambo’s diary – 26th. May 2007



Another ‘year’ passed for Rambo…….no appetite, just took a pellet from the two I gave but he seems to be quite active……I don’t understand.
He had wanted the water change this past two weeks; he would gather all the dirt into one big blob and place it in the centre and as always, I would change the water for him. However, I did not entertain him for it might be to straining for him…..he might just die, I am sorry.
If Rambo is a person, he will be in the like of Sir Winston Churchill……Napoleon Bonaparte……..Beethoven……but I think he will be Taylor Hicks (the American Idol) most probably because he likes pop songs. When he hears classical music, he would stay put but when I played Bee Gees, Rambo will get excited and he will swims round and round, up and down, here and there as if dancing depending on the tempo. His favorites are ‘Staying Alive’ and I don’t want to be alone. You may be wondering why Taylor Hicks and not Bee Gees; Firstly, nobody can sing quite like the Gibb brothers- they are the best, Taylor Hicks because he sings and dance like how Rambo swims and dance.
He is getting weaker……..I wouldn’t think he will last.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Rambo 5 - The Fish

Rambo’s diary – 25th. May 2007




Fed Rambo this morning- gave him five pellets of ‘gold dust’……..not interested….no appetite, Rambo getting slightly energetic, swam around for a while...

When he was young, Rambo would have finished five pellets in a minute and would often begs for more, I refused as the boy was getting too fat. Rambo is very big for a fighting fish with a belly of a beer drinker and has double chin, his absentmindedness and clumsiness when he rushed forward to greet me and ‘THONK” on the plastic container lends a comedic disposition of him to cheer up otherwise a dull day.

This morning, I was at the market and I decided to drop by the pet shop……I don’t know why…….. I asked for the price of a female fighting fish.

The boss: One dollar.
Me : So expensive, cheaper lah!
Boss : Cannot, fish food so expensive… plastic go up, water go up,
Electric, everything go up…..loss lah!
Me : But you feed your other big fish with the females.
Boss : That is why! Five dollars a day, five fishes…very big eater
Cannot make money…if still cannot sell. Big loss,
must dig from pocket

With that, I rest my case; this guy I really admire him. I am considering donating all the fish pellets to him when Rambo is no longer here.

Rambo 4- -The Fish

Rambo’s diary – 24th. May 2007



Another day passed……….another year for Rambo…perhaps.
Time flashed by………..…...time passes painfully for Rambo.

Rambo maybe in pain and discomfort with ailments normally comes with old age…..
I can only watch and wished that he understood my facial expression telling him that he doesn’t have to greet me……..just relax …silly boy.

The boy is aging very fast……my children took him out to the living room so that he can watch some television - just to change the surrounding, we watch American Idol. He wasn’t quite comfortable; I took him back to the room where he belongs. All stressed up, he was very tired.

Through Rambo’s diary, I hope that I can impress upon you one fundamental principle of Confucianism: - filial piety.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Rambo 3- -The Fish

Rambo’s diary – 23rd. may 2007



My wife says that……….I read far to much……..talk too much……..smoke too much …….sleeps too little….too late…….move around too much – going for midnight snacks, suppers, warm chocolates to satisfy my hunger pangs……that she decided to move to another room permanently, to get some sleep, many years ago.

I have Rambo for company these past two years….my companion. I am quite sure that given a choice, Rambo would prefer to be placed in the bathroom.

Every night, I look at him….he looks at me… stupefied…and strangely he communicated with various body language and facial expression. For instance, he would press his face against the plastic wall…..eyes wide open….mouth opening and shutting as if mumbling….swaying its body left and right intensely, as if he is trying to tell me that he wants to come out to my world and play with me.

When he is angry, he swims to the other side with its back facing me;…when he sulks, he swims to the left and right nonchalantly without responding;…when he is happy, his childlike behavior ….somersaulting, twirling around wagging its tail vigorously and so on.

“I’m tire and I need to rest otherwise I’m just fine.” Echoed silently…
It’s the same expression as the first picture posted. That is the Rambo to me.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Rambo 2 - The Fish

Rambo’s diary – 22nd. May 2007

I vividly recollect the day when I marched into the pet shop looking for a fighting fish…….there were tens of small jars displaying the fishes and among them; this magnificent fighting machine of fluorescent blue with a fiery red tail and fins was the only fish that responded to me.

I paid a dollar and fifty cents for it and another dollar for its food – a small plastic bag
(1 x 1 inch.) containing about a hundred pellets the size of the smallest pollen that you can see with your naked eyes.

Rambo feeds only on this particular pellet as designed by the proprietor…….taking the value and ratio into consideration….each pellet is worth more than its weight in gold…..and with a whole pack, the monetary value, it is enough to feed a small African nation for a year…….that may have explained why the shopkeeper comes to work wearing a singlet you wouldn’t want as a rag and drives an old battered car that would have been commissioned to the junk yard years ago, wearing a big grin of a wealthy person lying low.

My wife bought a bottle of presumably best fish food for him…….Rambo refuses to even have a bite….would rather starve, fearing that his fastidiousness might do him in, I rushed to that shop to get a few packets of ‘gold dust’ for him.

One day, I stumbled upon a shop selling dog food and I found the exact same ‘gold dust’ that Rambo has been feeding on…….six dollars and fifty cents for a 100grams pack.
That boss deserved to be rich, a 100grams pack, if pack in that small sachet he may get at least a few thousands. Retrospectively, looking at all the food that is left, merely scratching the surface, after Rambo went; I would prefer to buy from that shop and add a dollar to his coffer than to have all the food that is to be wasted and lying unproductively, at least I am enriching somebody.

The other day when I was passing that shop, I saw a few brown puppies for sales. I have forgotten the breed but it looks like a Labrador except that the grown up is much bigger and has an appetite of a horse - don’t even think about it if it is given free, the food bill will eat a big hole into your pension funds especially when the dog biscuit can be found only in that shop.
Coming back to the subject matter, I bought Rambo to sort of balance off the equation………the yin and yang.. The Boy is pretty much the same as yesterday.

P/S Bull mastiff.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Rambo- -The Fish



Rambo’s diary – 21st. May.2007



The average life span of a fighting fish is two years; mathematically speaking Rambo’s time is almost up. For the past week, Rambo, has been lethargic and he would spent his time at the bottom………..he is getting weaker by the day, fighting the biological clock.
I procrastinated writing about him……I don’t know why…..but now I have to because……..before ……Rambo……. I would prefer to write about the life and time of Rambo ……than……in the memory of that boy. I call him Boy.
A few days ago, Rambo blew bubbles on the surface signifying that he is ready to mate….dirty old boy……from past experience, I got a female mate for my children’s fish and the next morning , he was all bruised up…..tattered fins and tails, the mate fares no better……..maybe that is why they are called fighting fish. Rambo can’t possibly take it. Sorry pal.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

The Uglier Betty. (Maid)





















I went for a walk with Peter this evening…….pour my heart out about Betty- my maid.
It was a month ago when she came into our life to replace the former maid who had to return home after more than three years with us…..due the family obligations.

Three months before Uglier Betty arrival, the Malaysian and the Indonesian Government got into a sort of deadlock regarding the supplying of
Indonesian maids at an agreeable charges and so on…..Supplies dries up, pending further
negotiations.

The employment agency provided us with only three data’s….my wife choose the prettiest. As advised by the agency- that the new maid should never meet the old maid and there was a time lapse of two days before the former is to leave, we brought the maid to my mother’s house for the duration.

Mummy was shocked out of her pants and shriek… Why, you got no money to employ maid…..ah!
I said, “Ma, we paid an arm and leg for her.”
Ma asked, “Why so ugly.” She was the prettiest of the lot, I said.
When it was time to fetch her back, mother was very reluctant to release her….telling us specifically to be good to her. Strange…..very strange.

Our four dogs that normally bark ferociously at any stranger wagged their tails happily welcoming her with so much fanfares….Bewildered …….my wife and looked at each other in disbelief. After some ice breaking with the family she started doing her work. She did a fantastic job, the best job ever by any maid the last twenty years.

My children like her, my wife likes her and ………I, I can’t stand her….she is very slow….far too slow..!!! We started missing our breakfast because she was too slow in preparing……..having our lunch at 3 pm.…….dinner at 9 pm. And she finishes washing the laundries at 1.30 am. Either my wife or I have to wait to ensure all doors and windows are properly shut for the night. My God…...and we are using washing machine…..and we have to get up at 6 am. Everyday………deprived of sleep for more than a month. We have time and time again told her not to iron the underwear, towels .I am not complaining but it was totally unnecessary and a complete waste of time…she still does it her way, the ironing takes up at least 3hours- she does everything her way, sets her own timetable- she gives a very good job….the toilets exceptionally clean…. The floor squeaky so what am I ranting about…. She is a perfect maid.

She is also the stupid ….irritatingly stupid…..so many unspeakable moments…maybe it is miscommunication…… I don’t know. When I stopped the car parallel to the gate, the maid would rush out to open the gate, I have told her times and again that I came back to get something or to fetch the children; when I drove the car facing inward towards the gate, it would mean that I am coming home, she would just stare at me from the window……doing nothing.

The last straw was that very morning when I ate something very disagreeable – I rushed home ….pointing my car inwards toward the gate and honked….honk…..honk…she just stood there by the window….just looking. (Is she trying to be funny?) I wind down the window and shouted, “Stupid, open the gate.”
She rushed out……you wouldn’t want to know …phew! In the nick of time... Peter Geh told me that it was misunderstanding…..I guess he was right……be patient teach her with love and understanding…Peter…oh…Peter.

On the 13th. May, Mother’s Day, mother had a word……words with me regarding Betty, and knowing the person that I am, her son, She….lectures….makes sure that…..makes me promised…Yes Ma……..but Ma…..ok Ma….you don’t understand Ma………yes Ma…… no problem…..I promise….yes. yes…yes….sorry Ma….very tire….not enough sleep…….I’ll try….you are right.. But my blood pressure…..ok, it’s my fault….I have no patient…I promise to be patient Ma…..can I go now……no..ok..ok…ok yes Mummy.

I am prepared to adjust to her……Peter advised…. No, just give her time to adjust
Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder…Today, I found her to be sweet…. loving…What have I done or say……she is not so ugly……Times breed familiarity. Everybody likes her…….My mother loves her the way she first held me up when I was a baby.
We, my wife and I, will be getting another maid in nine months time, after the six month warranty and three month probation,……..a maid for my maid. Can you believe it?

P/S: She has an appetite of a horse. I love people to eat….the more the better.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Queen Liz



Elizabeth or better known as Liz is the most beautiful 85 years old woman I have had the opportunity to know.

At her age, she has an air of regal dignity that many woman her age does not have and her good posturing speaks volume of her health and her matriarchal personality, something I believe, she was born with.

After talking to her, I am inspire to produce a short documentary titled " It Touches My Heart" as a tribute to her for overcoming many obstacles in life and coming out a better person than before. Unfortunately, due to insufficient materials, the progress is hinder.

This short-video clip on her would certainly allow us a rare opportunity to glimpse into a life of an ordinary person doing extraordinary things.

To anyone out there with a touching moment to tell, a defining moment to share, e-mail me your story and if it is a story worth sharing, I shall post it up on my blog. If it is exceptionally inspiring and that good come out of it, will be beneficial to the society, I will feature it in my documentary, with your permission, of course.

E-mail me at talk3-talk4@hotmail.com

The above essay was ably written by my secretary after pouring through scores of half written text of you and hours listening to me stressing a point, so that she capture the very essence of the beautiful person that you are- Serious writing should be left to the pro-
Left on my own and I am to write, people might think that I am talking about a GOLDFISH.
Thanks Liz.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Joy

I have never felt so ashamed of mankind.... the picture of Joy in the newspaper with its mangled jaws inflicted upon by fellow mankind.

That night, tears flow uncontrollably in the private of my bedroom.........I can't explained......I have never felt so lost...........so ashamed........so remorse.

Joy, the stray female bitch, was mutilated and decapitated so badly that the veterinary surgeon had to remove
part of the lower jaws.

It was traumatizing.......I could never imagined such cruelty inflicted upon another living thing..........with so much pain and suffering but I can imagine, without even trying, the sadistic nature of man upon fellow mankind..........

This very episode brought humanity back upon me.........but 'm sure.........If you have seen it, you would be awaken to the fact that pain and suffering is not the monopoly of mankind.

Thanks Joy, I am a changed person. I am so, so sorry.


my e-mail: talk3-talk4@hotmail.com

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Mother's song. The Poetry

.......to all mothers on this very special occasion.

The gift we bought..
...............for the services rendered.
The sweet words of endearment..
...............for the mothering tendered.

We never ever heard..
our mother sings..........
If you don't know me by now....

We love our children..
....told their mother the same.
but...for the mothering showered.

She hums...If you don't know me by now......

Ma, now I understands
that.. in the silence you cried..
...........If you don't know me by now.....

that's what kept you going..
that's what kept us strong.

My wife.......in the silence you shout..
..........If you don't know me by now....
I never knew you..........that's true..

All mother ever want is..that we knew..
Today, in that silence..we finally heard.

For all those years that I didn't....
Ma, I am so very sorry.

Mother, the world over.....
.....we finally heard the song you sung..
time immemorial.....
If you don't know me by now....




Inspired by my wife, Sammantha.

Robert Lau

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Ijok - The aftermath.

Ijok-The aftermath.

I passed Ijok today on my way to Sekincang…. I hardly notice it ….except…ten days ago that Ijok became the Culinary Capital of Malaysia…. As gourmet paradise where the best ‘Rendang’…. The best sweet sour Talapia, the best ‘ Roti Canai’ was found here.

In the game of politics, on upmanship was even fought in stalls, eateries, restaurants….even under a tree.

The axiom… the best way to the local’s heart is through their food…. Was played by everybody who is anybody who is somebody of an affiliate…parties ….clubs associated with a clan that is associated with a leader who is associated with some big fish who is the distance cousin and so on and so forth.

There is /was an unwritten rule that no two different party is to be at the same place eating the same food at the same time.

So they say: The Chinese says “ One go, one come,” the Indian says “I come you go,” The Malay would say “ One come all go.”

The one that came… eat…paid up and go….swear that it was the best they have ever tasted…..even when they paid an arm for it….it was worth every cents….good value for money.

The one that came after the other went…..swore that it was the best and order tens of packs to take away for their grandmother to have a taste of this heavenly delights demonstrating the pinnacles of filial piety.

He….She….they….patronized every eateries….leaving no cooks….chefs….undiscovered…even some households..... suddenly developed an appetite of a rabbit…..genetically rabbits has no sense of fullness….they eat continuously, stopping only to rest or sleep.

I was there…. I have no reason whatsoever to be here….but I was here to soak up festivities and dynamics….then…..I got hungry….I went to a coffee shop to have some food…..everything was sold out except for fried rice.

I do not belong to any politic party and as such I do not have to please them….I shall call a spade a spade….the ‘What-was-that,’ was the worst fried rice I ever tasted. I protested silently….my dear wife was there to remind me…..lest I might end up on the chef’s chopping block to be stew in their cooking pot.

After all, these so called connoisseur have been jacked so high up in the stratosphere…....they will be in no mood, any mood at all for the hard landing- the reality check.

So I played politics….eating with gusto, relishing every mouthful-careful not to let my body-language betray me…. Finishing every grains, wash it down completely with ice-tea….Phew! paid an arm for it….and having to pretend to show that it was value for money…..I almost got carried away by wanting to shake his hand….like almost every politician who got carried away in their game.

This afternoon, as I passed….most of the eateries were empty save for a few locals….a far cry from the day of the yo….

‘To me this whole thing seems to be a silly joke,’ …the lyrics of a local band of the 70’s. …the Strollers with their song titled ‘Silly Joke’ DÉJÀ VU

Sunday, May 6, 2007

Politician and Blog talker.

I talk too much about anything ........everything all the time.. that not many have the time to listen to my babbling.
My listeners, principally my wife.. got tired.....too much to compute............to comprehend the comprehensibility or
incomprehensibility of my comprehension......if you know what they going through ...and if you know what I mean......
..Your problem is that ....I can't stop talking........too opinionated and I hadn't stop since I started talking forty-six
years ago.
Blog is god-send..........I have a readied audience...real or perceived ......if they ever bother to listen. It is the
perfect avenue to air one's view.........blowing hot and cold...it didn't matter the contents............mostly trash.
I choose to write the way I talk so that my words become organically enlivened to act as a conduit to channel
my thoughts to whoever is listening......will be able to laugh, cheer.......think.....jeer.....cry a little with me......
besides I do not have to worry about being GRAMMATICALLY perfect.

A writer may experience writer's block and draws blank...............the talker doesn't but he does talk BLANK....
..........full of rhetorics without substance......like a politician.........like me......but here is where the similiarity ends...
I talk to make you think........a politician talk to stop you thinking..........how else can you explain that....the
unqualified father and husband.....of questionable character...of questionable intergrity.......
.of unethical morals...whom you would not trust your last dollar with..much less your maid..........to become
the LEADER OF MEN....
Ironically, the world at large cohabits in a civil societal structure built upon wisdoms and commonsense
by A FEW GOOD MEN of politics.
Incidentally, if I was in politics I would be the little Napoleon of a nondescript department manning the information
counter demanding that you are dressed decently before you will be able to approach me for an application form.

Saturday, May 5, 2007

Sumfing is wrung.

.......................wifh fha ..kiyb@ard.............

..../.,;...,shik...........s@............b@d............f@r n@w.....

Thursday, May 3, 2007

B.O.D. ( Blogger off day )

I am a fastidious person............ in fact quite stubborn. You see...because my last entry and as with every other
entry........I refused to allow anybody to help me type ..because..I wanted every pause and nuances to reflect my thoughts
and moods so that when I am writing...........I am actually talking to you.
I spent two and a half hours typing out my last entry..................my backs hurt............the tip of my index finger ..bruised..
and my eyes burn.. The arms of my right hand housing that rawed index finger........swelled.
My right shoulder felt higher than the left........... I can't look right without first having to look left..........so that my neck wouldn't hurt.
I am sitting on my right buttock because my left buttock took the bashing when I was poking away at the keyboard with my right hand.
That's the price to pay for talking too much ................................ I will never let anyone talk on my behalf.
..............The above text was painfully type with the third finger of my right hand.........arg.............arg.........foooooosh!!

............So.................... BOD...................for now.

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

I know how to be a millionaire.

Years ago, I was at a mamak shop ( local slang for coffee shop ) having my breakfast .................sitting next to my
table was a young upstart with his girlfriend. On the table, there were a few books; self-help books ..most likely, and
in his hand he was holding and reading " Think like a millionaire "..............and this was what I saw that morning.......
............and heard.... .. .. .........

He put the book down and started lecturing his girlfriend......about wealth.........his talents ...abilities....skills......his predictions..
....forecasts.........all with the air and style of a millionaire.

This person wore a white long-sleeves shirt with the top two unbutton exposing his hairy chest, ......adorning his neck
is a thick gold necklace, the thickness of a bicycle chain hanging a solid gold penchant with the circumference of a golf ball.
On his hand, he had a bracelet the thickness of a motorcycle chain and a gold ring with a ruby stone the size of a quail egg....
................he has a gold watch.

The overpowering fruity scent ( poison......I suspect ) reminded me of a toilet of a hotel. ....Suddenly,......he snapped at the waiter with......such pomposity.......such style ..ordering something and at the same time admonishing him in his native tongue....
....the way the Maharajas would to his servants.........perhaps complaining ........demanding...of the services.

I have had enough....paid up my two dollars worth of breakfast .....went to another mamak shop down the road to have my
two dollars breakfast.

Later.......on my way to work....I saw this same character waiting at the bus station......ram rod straight back.... full of confident.
Did he became a millionaire ? I doubted so......because with all those fineries and styles adorning him.......he will not ...may not...
want to roll up his sleeves, so to speak , to do hard honest work the hard way.............the basic ingredient required of a millionaire
for a start ....at least.

He thinks like a millionaire.....act like one..........dressed as one........and worst...thought he is one.........and whether or not
..he sure smells like a public toilet.

Now I know !!!!~...........how to be a millionaire which is to write a book on "How to be a Billionaire ".....but first.......I must get
started......but only after I have sold my car to finance.........a style befitting of a millionaire so that I can think like a millionaire.......... ..
..maybe that was what he did.