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Saturday, October 27, 2012
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Polis DiaRaja Malaysia
Reading and hearing about the way PDRM works after people lodging reports on crimes, make me think that, it is just another job that pay their bills. Since we don't have Batman, Superman, Spiderman, Wonder Woman etc, and since people have becoming tak kisah, tak apa, all we can do is to take care of ourselves.
And having dealt with PDRM myself, sending us from one police station to another, sometimes, I think it is easier not to lodge any police report at all. Bazir kertas and most importantly, waste time!
And having dealt with PDRM myself, sending us from one police station to another, sometimes, I think it is easier not to lodge any police report at all. Bazir kertas and most importantly, waste time!
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| It happened when SIL, big sis and I were on our way back from Penang to Alor Star, 10 minutes after the Gurun rest stop. Nov 29, 2008 (Saturday), about 10.30pm. With many users on the highway. |
Monday, May 21, 2012
Tariq & Laila
"I'm never getting married," Tariq whispered.
"Me neither," said Laila, but not before a moment of nervous hesitation. She worried that her voice had betrayed her disappointment at what he had said. Her heart galloping, she added, more forcefully this time, "Never."
"Weddings are stupid." "All the fuss."
"All the money spent." "What for?"
"For clothes you'll never wear again."
"Ha!"
"If I ever do get married," Tariq said, "they'll have to make room for three on the wedding stage. Me, the bride, and the guy holding the gun to my head."
Contents from Khaled Hosseini "A Thousand Splendid Suns"
Photo from Vinigo's Blog
Friday, May 18, 2012
What is Rotary?
I was inducted to RCAS D3300 on December 6, 2010 after attending few meetings as a guest since August 2010.
Latest project by the district. I CHOOSE TO REUSE
I will be at GIANT Souq Al-Bukhary.
What about you?
Monday, April 2, 2012
Biawak
When I was young, I went to catch biawak with my cousin bro, bro and sis.
We burnt the dead tree trunk, and forced the biawak to run out of it and cousin bro would use a slingshot and shoot it, then we would collect it and bring it back home for aunt to cook it, and we ate it.
Those were the days....
Few days ago, I saw a small biawak in front of my room and screamed for life!!!!!
We burnt the dead tree trunk, and forced the biawak to run out of it and cousin bro would use a slingshot and shoot it, then we would collect it and bring it back home for aunt to cook it, and we ate it.
Those were the days....
Few days ago, I saw a small biawak in front of my room and screamed for life!!!!!
Monday, March 12, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
4 Years
Gone was the month of love, Miss February. Now come the month of post-love. It's either the month that become sweeter or bitter.
P/S: This post is a junk. Well, it suits the slogan of the blog - Story Board: Shittie Stories That U Can Hear From Another Stall While U Are Shitting
P/P/S: Damn, I even made a video using this song. And then I don't believe in this crap anymore. Peace!
Saturday, February 18, 2012
M!ssundaztood
Watched a lakorn and was impressed with a quote by the ตะเกียงแก้ว (magic lamp)...
Translation:
[Something doesn't need to be explained, as the truth will reveal itself sooner or later.]
"เรื่องบางเรื่องไม่ต้องเสียเวลาไปอธิบาย
ยังไงความจริงก็จะปรากฏเอง"
Translation:
[Something doesn't need to be explained, as the truth will reveal itself sooner or later.]
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
If I get too weak, you'll hold me close...
It’s Valentine’s Day and my mom just told me a love story.
No… Not about her and her bf.
It’s Tan Sri Eusoffe Abdoolcader. A lot might know him for 1988 judicial crisis. Read it on Wikipedia if you want to know about the crisis.Politic/Justice/Shit/Etc
Not much info can be found on the net about the late Tan Sri. Tan Sri was born on September 18, 1924 , studied in Penang Free School, graduated with first class honours in LLB from University College, London.
My mom told me that his wife was a Malaysian Chinese and they conversed with each other in Bahasa Melayu or Chinese because his wife didn’t know English.
The marriage between Tan Sri and Mdm Haseena wasn’t Mdm’s first, but he loved her so so much that he became devastated when she passed away in 1993. My mom said her death was probably due to tongue cancer.
Mom said that he wrote poems for her and published them in the newspapers until his death. From the internet resources, it is said that on every anniversary of her death, he took full-page ads, and dedicated his love to her in poems written in Latin, together with English translations.
Now, I was wondering why he knew Latin, the dead language... And it turned out that, the late Tan Sri learned the language to study Justinian Law.
So, every year, he would publish the love poem he wrote for her in national newspapers.
Ever since her death, he had been profoundly depressed and finally committed suicide on January 11, 1996.
RIP
These are the only two poems of his, I could find online.
From the comment in Desiderata’s blog:
While searching for more info, saw an interesting comment in LimKitSiang blog,
#17 by Jeffrey on Tuesday, 23 October 2007 - 12:40 pm
1. In Memory of ...
2. Eusoffe Abdoolcader
3. The Justice Eusoffe Abdoolcader Medal Essay Writing Competition
4. Desiderata’s Blogspot
5. Tan Sri Dato' Gunn Chit Tuan
6. Ahmad Fairuz’ unproductive record as CJ in writing judgments
7. Tribute to the Hopeless Romantic
No… Not about her and her bf.
It’s Tan Sri Eusoffe Abdoolcader. A lot might know him for 1988 judicial crisis. Read it on Wikipedia if you want to know about the crisis.
Not much info can be found on the net about the late Tan Sri. Tan Sri was born on September 18, 1924 , studied in Penang Free School, graduated with first class honours in LLB from University College, London.
My mom told me that his wife was a Malaysian Chinese and they conversed with each other in Bahasa Melayu or Chinese because his wife didn’t know English.
The marriage between Tan Sri and Mdm Haseena wasn’t Mdm’s first, but he loved her so so much that he became devastated when she passed away in 1993. My mom said her death was probably due to tongue cancer.
Mom said that he wrote poems for her and published them in the newspapers until his death. From the internet resources, it is said that on every anniversary of her death, he took full-page ads, and dedicated his love to her in poems written in Latin, together with English translations.
Now, I was wondering why he knew Latin, the dead language... And it turned out that, the late Tan Sri learned the language to study Justinian Law.
So, every year, he would publish the love poem he wrote for her in national newspapers.
Ever since her death, he had been profoundly depressed and finally committed suicide on January 11, 1996.
RIP
Tan Sri Dato' Dr. Eusoffe Abdoolcader
18 September 1924 - 11 January 1996
18 September 1924 - 11 January 1996
These are the only two poems of his, I could find online.
"My love, Light of my Life!
I think of thee in silence
And often speak thine name:
All I have are memories
And photos in a frame;
To thy resting-place I wander
To place roses with love and care::
But no one can know the heartache
As I turn and leave thee there;
No monument can stand more stalwart
Than the everlasting love we share,
let’s then rejoice and ever bear in mind
That such a bond surely makes us but
one of a kind.”
I think of thee in silence
And often speak thine name:
All I have are memories
And photos in a frame;
To thy resting-place I wander
To place roses with love and care::
But no one can know the heartache
As I turn and leave thee there;
No monument can stand more stalwart
Than the everlasting love we share,
let’s then rejoice and ever bear in mind
That such a bond surely makes us but
one of a kind.”
From the comment in Desiderata’s blog:
"My dearest darling, half of soul, light of my life and jewel of all wives..
I think of thee, of thee and yet of thee,
like thee there never yet can ever be..thine two intoxicating eyes i miss, and thy cheeks and lips i used to kiss..
If Helen of Troy were clad in the beauty of thousand stars, then thou gentle as evening air art in mine eyes, as shine the moon among the lesser fires,
Of all the queens that ever lived, I chose thee to rule me, mine very own Haseena , my one and only, to the very marrow thou will see I love ye,
O' how in the world am I to live without thee?"
I think of thee, of thee and yet of thee,
like thee there never yet can ever be..thine two intoxicating eyes i miss, and thy cheeks and lips i used to kiss..
If Helen of Troy were clad in the beauty of thousand stars, then thou gentle as evening air art in mine eyes, as shine the moon among the lesser fires,
Of all the queens that ever lived, I chose thee to rule me, mine very own Haseena , my one and only, to the very marrow thou will see I love ye,
O' how in the world am I to live without thee?"
While searching for more info, saw an interesting comment in LimKitSiang blog,
#17 by Jeffrey on Tuesday, 23 October 2007 - 12:40 pm
Justice Eusoffe Abdoolcader was a different kettle of fish.Source:
Extremely learned and wide read in law with razor sharp brain and a tongue to match – he terrified lesser beings. Even senior lawyers got ticked off. There was a joke making rounds whenever Eusoffe was to sit to hear a case. Besides law reports, bring along the English, Law and Latin dictionaries, just in case one needed to refer. Eusoffe (1st class honours in law and conferred honour of citizen of London in his 20s) was editor of Malayan Law Journals and hence had access to the latest cases decided fresh in London. He would just flash a copy of these cases and ask the lawyers, “you know about this case? I have photostated one for your continuous legal education!"
We don’t get this kind of judges anymore.
1. In Memory of ...
2. Eusoffe Abdoolcader
3. The Justice Eusoffe Abdoolcader Medal Essay Writing Competition
4. Desiderata’s Blogspot
5. Tan Sri Dato' Gunn Chit Tuan
6. Ahmad Fairuz’ unproductive record as CJ in writing judgments
7. Tribute to the Hopeless Romantic
Digest the lyrics. Sweet. ♥ RJA
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Loser Lullaby
Days go by, and I still remain the same
I sit here and cry, while i eagerly keep wondering
Why you had to go? Why you'd hurt me so?
I can't sit here and wait cuz I know that
You won't be coming home
I know I've done you wrong,
but I've told you that I'm sorry
and it's been so long,
I don't think I can go on
Am I not good enough? I know it's all so tough
I can't ask for one last chance cuz I know
that you won't be coming home
I guess this is the end, there's no use of crying
and I'll try to forget all the things that ever happened
But still I love you so, I wish I could let go
So I'll wave you goodbye and my only friend is this lullaby
Why you had to go? Why you'd hurt me so?
I can't sit here and wait cuz I know that
You won't be coming home
I know I've done you wrong,
but I've told you that I'm sorry
and it's been so long,
I don't think I can go on
Am I not good enough? I know it's all so tough
I can't ask for one last chance cuz I know
that you won't be coming home
I guess this is the end, there's no use of crying
and I'll try to forget all the things that ever happened
But still I love you so, I wish I could let go
So I'll wave you goodbye and my only friend is this lullaby
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