So I forced my friend, Philo to come along with me and went to the saloon.

Barber : Cut it short?

Me : Nah. Just make me look a little less like ‘orang gila’ in public and hopefully keep the mums from complaining so much about my hairstyle.

Barber : So just a layer?

Me : Yes. Oh. Please keep it long. I still want to tie my hair.

So it took her less than 10 minutes to cut my hair and the barber admired my natural curl, although it was just a compliment to ensure my return to that place in the near future. And of course, I like being fed with compliments, so I ignored the fact that it was a business strategy. We need the love too, right?

Anyway, once she was done. I stood up, looked myself in the mirror and said,

“Shit. There’s not much of a different and this is gonna cost me 12 bucks. Oh, what the hell. At least I can still do the Beiber Flip.”

I went home. And it took me an hour to convince my family members that I did go the saloon.

At first I thought it was very absurd to blog twice a day. What is there to blog about twice a day? Is the toilet paper in your cubicle on the left or on the right? Or do you wipe your backside with your left hand or right hand?

But then, I realised that there is some reasoning in his comment about this. He said anything less than two posts a day means you are merely just managing a website.

There is truth in there. Think about it.

No other love had greater devotion,

No other love had portrayed greater joy,

No other love had dealt with more pain and sorrow,

And no other love is purer and gentler,

Yet so strong and fierce in its divinity.

No other love was greater than your love mum.

I know tomorrow will not see your love wither,

Nor will tomorrow see memories of you die.

For death cannot destroy your image,

Nor can it kill all those precious memories you and I made.

Mum,

My tears are not wept for your death,

But because I was so blessed to be mothered by you.

No thank you can ever repay what you have given me.

And I can’t express how disheartening it is,

To not be by your deathbed,

To be unable to attend your funeral,

To be not given the moment to bid you my final goodbye.

 But I still thank God,

For one last time he gave me the chance.

The opportunity to speak to you.

To say what my heart intends to let out.

Although it may seemed cruel that in reality,

You were unable to even whisper me an answer,

But my heart knows you listened and you answered in your own special way.

Mummy,

All these years being away from you,

Did not hinder my love to continue to grow and flourish.

You were always in my heart.

I poured your love in me to my family,

To ensure that you still live on,

In the hearts of my family too.

Never have we forgotten you in our prayers,

And we will not cease to do so.

Mum,

You will always live in my heart.

May your soul rest in peace,

And may your spirit continue to grow,

In those whom you love,

And in those who loved you.

My hope is mum,

That you forgave me for all my wrongdoings,

For not holding your hands in your final moment,

For my stubbornness and rebelliousness during my childhood,

And even at some point in my adulthood.

A hurt mother can really bring a grown man down.

This is not my final goodbye,

My message is not about eternal departure.

But to share with you how wonderful was you mum.

Mum,

Wherever you are,

I know you’re in sheer comfort.

I want you to remember,

That I will always love you..

Poongavanam was found guilty of causing grevious hurt to Win at her flat in Jalan Penawar Satu, Sri Wangsa Satu, Jelutong, between Sept 1 and 13 last year.

Sessions judge Sitarun Nisa ordered the sentence to commence from Friday. – The StarOnline on 4/5/2011 -

Maid : Mak Cik, ini pinggan kamu pakai untuk makan tadi sudah boleh cuci ka?

Housewife : Nasi daun pisang boleh cuci ka?

Maid : Eh? Mak Cik tidak mahu pakai daun ini lagi kha?

Housewife : *slaps her maid real hard* Kenapa kamu ini bodoh betul ha? Pergi la kamu cuci daun itu! Sampai kilat dan warna hijau daun itu boleh tahan sampai esok. Kalau tidak, tidak ada gaji untuk bulan ini!

Maid : Bukan kenapa aunty. Rumah kamu pinggan pun tiada. Kerja saya hari-hari, petik daun pisang sahaja dan buang terus. Boring betul mak cik.

Housewife : *slaps* Banyak complain! Kamu nak saya potong gaji kha?

Maid : Kata tidak pun, masih juga potong.

Housewife : *slaps*

Maid : OK OK OK.!! Saya pergi buang itu daun pisang.

Housewife : Masih nak jerit depan saya kamu!? *slaps*

Maid : Kalau kamu tampar sakit baru saya diam.

Housewife : Kurang ajar! *slaps* *slaps* *slaps* *slaps* Nak lagi?

Maid : Cukup cukup cukup. Boring lah lepak dengan Mak Cik. 

Housewife : *slaps* Pergi kamu!

Maid : Ok Mak Cik. Saya nak pergi  tengok wayang dengan kawan saya.

Housewife : Boleh Mak Cik ikut?

Maid : Ok! Jom!

Then on their way to the theater, they played tag and chased each other on the streets in front of their neighbours. And they will always end up at the maid’s flat drinking cold beers. And when they are drunk :

Maid : Eh. Kenapa Mak Cik bagi gaji sikit betul? Hahahahahahahaha.!

Housewife : Sebab kerja kamu sangat teruk! Hahahahahahahaha.!

Maid : Memang! Mak Cik memang pemalas! Hahahahaha.!

Housewife : Hahahahahaha.!

Maid : Hahahahahahahah.!

And the loud laughters continued on throughout many nights. The maid’s neighbours, who are asanine immigrants from Cambodia, assumed those laughters meant ‘Help Me!’ in Indonesian. They reported this event to their agent who brought the case to higher authorities. The maid pleaded that the housewife was innocent. She even stood in her defense. Unfortunately, the slaps the housewife gave her while made the jury think otherwise.

Thus, Housewife S.M. Poongavanam, 33, was jailed eight years and fined RM20,000.

“Why don’t we cut into his lane without turning on the signal light? Then maybe his wife might notice you”

Unless you don’t realise it, indicator is derived from the word indicate. Indicate is an action where you a message is sent to you directly or indirectly beforehand.

“Should we turn on the indicator after we turn right or before?” “Experts say it’s best turning it on while you’re turning.”

Why is it so hard to use your signal light? I remember a radio show that was talking bout situations that pisses drivers off. And you guessed it, not using your signal lights was among the top causes apart from tailgating and automobiles with eye soaring body paints and vinyls.

“Dear, please use your indicator before cutting into someone’s lane” “Why should I? I don’t need to let everyone know where I’m going.”

It’s just a flick of a handle. Why not save the trouble being pain in arse?

“Honey, why can’t you just turn on your signal lights before cutting into that man’s lane? He could have hit you!” “Can’t you see I’m on the phone!”

Just this morning, a bus was in front of me on the road. All of a sudden, it stopped. In the middle of the road. In front of me. After 3 seconds of deep thoughts, I finally realised that it was parked there. I drove next to the driver by the right side. Wind down my window and said loudly to the lady driver, “Dont you know how to use a signal light?”. Then I drove up front a little. Turned on my indicator to the left and parked in front of her, with my signal light still turned on. I turned around, smiled at her and gave her a thumbs up.

She looked back at me blankly. That’s when it hit me.

She didn’t give a damn.

I drove home feeling like a sore loser.

We start to worry. We begin to ignore. Everyone around are just blights in our sight. Hope fades along with your faith.Belief was just a past. Yesterday’s dream becomes today’s nightmare. We feel lost. Imbibed into a self-made world of despair.

Blaming yourself for the present. For not making the right decision. For not taking the step when you could. Cursing those who you could blame. Obscuring the truth that it’s your fault.

But not to worry. There’s no need to fret. Don’t need to lose hope.

There is a remedy to cure this ailment.

There is a cure for this spiritual affliction.

All you need is a new inspiration. That new direction.

That will give a new hope. That will show you your dreams. That will ignite the realisation that you have the power to make your dreams a reality. For your dreams to be one with you in the real world.

All you need is inspiration. The catalyst for you to be whole.

And once you’ve found your inspiration. Never let it go. Never recreate that painful history. Don’t look back. Instead, give yourself a new hope and move on.

Once you do, turn back and give inspiration to those who have lost hope.

Just like you were lost before.

In short, I’m just here trying to entertain you readers.

More posts coming up soon.

In the meantime, check out my older posts.

Have a nice day everyone!

Who’s there?

Hello. Anyone there?

I opened the door,

And saw my mother smiling.

It’s no wonder she stood quiet,

Because a knock tells me that,

I’m not alone.

Genius is only one percent inspiration. Where is the other 99? It all comes down to perspiration. The great inventor, Thomas Edison, who invents things that are needed in this world, believes that all his great creations do not come by luck, but by work.

I have tried to walk the talk but often, situations impede me from committing to do so. So people will call us a quitter, a sensitive loser and tell you “Hey, what happened to all your big talks? You’re no different from any other lazy bums no matter how hard your try to skew off.”

They could tell you too, that great moments come from great opportunities, or if there’s a will there’s a way. It’s gives someone the optimistic feeling that all things are possible no matter how bad system can be. Change can happen if we act to topple it or reconstruct it.

Somehow, my opinions don’t necessarily matter to my superiors. They would come to me, saying that are heavily burdened with tons of work when in truth they don’t. I’m not enough of a blind fool to believe that laughing and smiling while doing practically nothing all morning, depict stress and feeling of wanting to scream in distress.

I want to give some examples. I want to say out their names. I want to let people know. I want a change. I want the best for everybody. I want to believe that situations can be done with higher efficiency. I want to work under those who actually know and have a strategic mind on their duty.

Not hiding behind a brick wall and scribbling their names on the walls while cursing. Not living knowing that the future generations will suffer the same fate. Not knowing that things can be done better and yet it is done in a much worse condition. Not dealing with superiors who are seemingly asinine in their actions and throwing all the darts to you.

But I can’t. It is those moments where it’s either you tell a white lie or you just keep your mouth shut cause the truth will only cause to be in bigger calamities and we are effortless against all the adversities.

I have failed to live up to my dreams for the change cause I’m only a mere dust on the shirt of hobo. Insignificant among the insignificance. My ideas are only to be shared to those who are willing to hear. To those who care and believe in me.

Unfortunately for them too, they have no power to do so.

So, what I realise now is that there are two kinds of pouters. One who understands and are passionate about what they pout, and one who pouts only for the sake of social recognition among their peers.

They can be differentiated by what they say. By how they really feel. By their effort.

But when all is in vain, they give up and drown in disappointment. Such as myself.

We live our lives for the purpose of achieving our goals as soon as we have one we cling to. Along the way comes challenges and trials that not many could go through. It’s not solely because that their weak or afraid. Sometimes it could because the challenge is too strong that it seems impossible that we gradually grow tired and when all energy is sapped, we give up.

Pleasures of life are everywhere. All around is us. If we can’t make it through, take a step back and enjoy life the way it should be :

Do what we can in the most simplest of way.

That way, we may not easily grow tired.

What had been troubling me is that sharing ideas and thoughts must come with plentiful and major time-consuming research. I intend to write bout the World Cup fever, especially after the match whereby DPR Korea was literally drowned into a vast sea of spectators cheering wildly, spilling cups of beer and horning the ever annoying vuvuzelas for their opposing team. Portugal thrashed them into oblivion with the seventh goal. It was an endless barrage of balls fleeting pass through the innocent goalie who could do nothing to stop the ball but to stare at it rolling at the back of the net . A friend of my simply concluded that it was because their morale was pounded flat on the ground. Could this be so? Were they really that beat down to earth after playing fairly well in the first half? What happened?

Kim Jong must have called during half time.

What about France? The runner-ups of the last worldcup. Dropped out in the group stages? Unfortunately, my limited time into researching this matter cost me the flair to write about my opinion on this. All I can this, the World Cup so far, has not caught my utter excitement with the big names lying under the carpet of the less famed countries.

Nevertheless, Argentina and Brazil have been playing well, with Messi having yet to score in this World Cup and Maicon’s stunning goal in their opening group match against Kim Jong’s men. Maradona, the proud owner of “The Hand Of God” and scorer of “The Goal Of The Century”, seems to be doing a hell of a good job coaching the Argentinian football team. Could it be because of his eager, arrogant, confident, rough and stern look depicted on his face? A legend. An icon. The greatest footballer coaching a dominant team. Something spectacular is just waiting to happen.

So, who are you rooting for this World Cup? Or you one those who cheers along with the crowd to join in the fever? if you are, pick a team or two, cause that’s when the fever begins.

Anyway, why the hell is SUKMA ongoing during the World Cup? I’m having trouble choosing which is of higher imperative.

Majestically, the sky tore open and came down a shining trident the hands of many seek to possess. But with all their might too, they were only adequately able to just lay their sight upon it’s glorious radiance and listen to the roaring clashes it made when it stroke the mighty sword of the emperor.

I dream, and sought to believe that nothing in life comes without payment. For every actions comes with a price. As mentioned by Newton’s Thrird Law of motion, every action must have its reaction.

And for now, all I could do is do what I believe what’s right and I shall not let anyone stir this faith of mine. And believe for all my demenours, there will be a price for it -be it good or evil deeds-.

The highways were jam packed with all sorts of vehicles driven by all sorts of people in all sorts of direction to all sorts of destinations. It’s like Bill Gates is throwing out his life savings money to us Sarawakians and everyone is on lookout for its dropout whereabouts. No matter how life threatening it will be.

The climax of any racing competition, be it the Moto GP, Formula One, Nascar or ‘Mat Rempit’ is often the crash involved, or at least any ‘near-miss’ accidents.

I was driving along the highway to Kuching last Friday, which fortunately falls on a public holiday and my eyes observed many occurences where it seemed to be the advent of a major catastrophe. Cars chasing each other as if they were cop chase scenes, where only the criminals are pursued by enraged road users. Like me.

Men are driven by an inexplicably crazy ego where it makes them the king of the road. It would be alright if there was only one person sitting on the throne, but when everyone starts to wear the crown, we all can expect hell to break lose.

Especially when it’s the festive season, such as the upcoming Gawai Dayak festival, whereby everyone is taking this early holiday the chance to go back to their ‘kampung’ sooner than the festival. We all are oppurtunists when it comes to holiday. The earlier we depart, the longer will the holiday lasts.

No one likes long lines. Queing up in banks, lining up behind the cashier or at the back of a long traffic. All are susceptible to people cutting lines, infuriating everyone except the felon.

Human desire seeks danger. Risks. For the thrill of it. Fundamentally speaking, there is no wrong overtaking in road, but when it gives a sudden large infusion of adrenaline rush, something is bound to happen, good or bad. Super cars just managed to overtake and miss the oncoming traffic just in the nick of time, cars following inches behind at 100 km/h , motorcyclist accelerating in the middle of the road to slice in between both sides of traffic, all this are exciting to watch, if it’s a circus show.

Drivers are good, but they are not safe. Road accidents do not only happen to those who do not abide by the rules, but those who believes too much in special effects that allow cars to sustain heavy damage or posess the technologies of a batmobile.

It is the holiday, but that’s not the golden ticket for us to rush off to our hometowns, not caring for the safety of other road users. Festivals and holidays bring people together to celebrate with joy and laughter, not spending some lousy afternoon mourning over the fact that you should have not overtook that motorcyclist with a basket of paddies on his back.

Drive safe. It is for the good of your family and loved ones. Don’t let the rice wine ruin your future. Drink only the day before you drive and have a good night rest before you depart back to your self-implied hectic life.

Happy holidays everyone.