tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58687032011-12-15T10:52:44.981+08:00A fumbling 50-something newbie tries his hands at blogging.Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.comBlogger1091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-36793351788737945512007-04-04T10:54:00.000+08:002007-04-04T12:32:58.561+08:00

Sorry. I'm finding it hard to come up with a decent posting lately. Not that there's nothing to write about, there are plenty. Maybe it's just the re-adjustment to being married again after more than a decade of being er... celibate, and to being relocated out of laid-back rural Singkir Darat to a hectic Sungai Po city down south.I have recently shifted my base to Jurong in Sungai Po, spending

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Great to be back again! Had some personal issues to deal with and most of them had been resolved, thank God. Visited some of my favourite blogs and I was glad to see many are still going strong. Keep it up, people!

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This will be my first post in Bahasa on this blog. I got it from Shokri who claimed that he was not the author. It is a series of pantuns, to be read in each state's respective dialect; here goes: Kelantan... Make ikke cicoh budu Jange lupo tamboh satar Kelik rayo taksir laju Nanti rayo dale sepita Terengganu... Makang ubi jamang jepong Makang kepok cicah

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Have you ever stopped at the Tapah R&R heading north along the PLUS Highway? I did last Wednesday and had coffee and some toast at one of the foodstalls. It's the first one at the southern end, operated by a couple of ladies who don't really fit in as hawkers. They actually looked more like school teachers or office workers. The 40-ish woman who served me coffee had a woolen sweater on to fend

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I'm now a cyber-hermit, leaving a life without the Internet through my own miscalculations. Have been spending too much time and energy on useless pursuits, shifting my priorities around, lending a helping hand to friends so they can go on with their lives and out of my hair so I can go back to my useless pursuits and shifting priorities and so on and so on. Until Big Brother struck: No more

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I tried but I still couldn't get the songs mentioned below to play on this blog. Most of those sites promising free audio hosting aren't what they say they are. In the end I settled for these guys at Quicksharing but you'll need download the songs and listen to them on your own machines.The files have been reduced to mono quality to aid upload time; the original aren't the final polished copies

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This is a shameless plug for my son, Reza. You know he has been singing with various bands at clubs and private functions -- the most recent one being as the lead vocalist for the rock band Headwind where they had just finished a 3 month gig at the Kuantan Hyatt Regency.They are working on a new album (his first) featuring a few songs with Ramli Sarip and I nicked a couple of raw songs which I'm

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I must be very ancient. While everyone else is talking about the da Vinci Code, I'm still in the dark about our very own Pos Malaysia Poskod. Even my local postman was not so sure about da Code and thanks to him, I now have different postcodes registered at different places.When the postal services first implemented da Code, many thought that our correct postcode should be 06900 Yan because the

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Just to remind you people not to kiss in public. DBKL had taken a couple to court for doing that. Other town councils in the country are following suit too. It used to be popular on bumper stickers but now the message is official: You Kiss, You Pay.A pair of kissing parakeets photographed by Kalyan Varma. Check out his excellent gallery of nature-based eye candies.Things are much better in

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It's out of the bag, folks. I'm ready to confess.Remember the post on my search for Mahsuri in December 2004? Well, I found her. I turned my back on my buddies, abandoned a potentially exciting fishing trip in Langkawi and headed instead down south on a hunch. Then I managed to smoke her out and there she was, folks, my dream girl!I'll spare you the juicy details, but suffice to say that there

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So I had so far traced up to my great great grandfather, Musa and his wife, known only as Limah from stories told by my grand-aunt, Sepiah. I wish even now that we Malays have family names -- it would make looking up lost relatives much easier, wouldn't it?Hmmm... if I were to use my great great grandfather's name as a starting point and using the usual convention, everyone in the family would

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We were in KL Saturday before last, attending SM Nordin's son's wedding. It rained but the afternoon was enjoyable; the food was great and there were some great company as we got to catch up with some of my old classmates.We? Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know some of you guys have been jabbing persistently about it in the tag-box. I hope you people are happy with the next papragraph.I went there with Tiff

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Just got to tell you all about this. You know that I work on that part of town bordering the seedier old town where interesting things happen. Things that would never be even mentioned on the "more respectable" side of the town.Yesterday, the usually boring atmosphere of Fatimah Cafe became charged with mixed feelings. And old man died while enjoying the services of a sex worker in a rented room

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How far up the family tree can you trace your ancestors?I did a little sniffing several years ago and came up with some interesting answers. You know how things are in the villages in those days -- a marriage usually meant the merging of two families and suddenly you ended up with a handful of instant uncles, aunts and the assorted cousins. I was curious about who came before my paternal

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This blog would probably never see another update, had I made a wrong move this morning.I have been staying up late this week trying to restore and old table, working into the wee hours of the morning. I finally finished the job yesterday and the table, which was previously abandoned under the rambutan tree, now sits proudly in the dining room in all its redwood lacquered glory.Late this morning

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This is a bad start into my 52nd year on this planet. I gained one year in age yesterday and lost another tooth today.I was invited by a friend to join him for tea at about five today. When I crossed the street, he was already there with another friend. Eventhough I practically live here on this part of town, I have never patronised this makeshift stall selling bihun sup (pronounced be-hoon-soup,

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Hey folks, be nice to me today. Why? Because I am an old man quite lost in blogsphere and try as hard as I could, I'm still very uncertain on the finer points of blogsmanship. Kinda hard to believe though, I've had this blog for more than a year! And even harder to believe, I have people reading whatever rubbish I posted here!The reason I'm writing today is to remind you readers to take good care

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I have been ignoring this blog, haven't I? There're so many things happening around me and I don't know where to start typing. Let me just sort my way through and hopefully the blog will be updated on a regular basis. Hopefully.Last month I ordered a book through the Internet. After weeks of waiting in vain, I shot an email to enquire and they replied they'd send me another copy. A couple of

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They found me! After more than a decade they finally smoked me out of hiding. They who? The Income Tax guys, who else. Before you get the wrong idea, I'm not a tax-evader. I committed a far more serious crime: I didn't file in my returns!After moving back to the kampung, I stopped getting those familiar brown envelopes. They didn't know if I even existed. I didn't bother to go and ask for one

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If you're looking for a new story here, sorry. I'm not very productive during Ramadan and I tend to doze off at the keyboard, especially during the day. I think it's a case of caffeine or nicotine defeciency or something like that. It's nothing serious, I'll be better in 11 days or so. Sahur, the pre-dawn meal, has not been very eventful so far. Imagine eating the same stuff from the same mamak

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Wishing all of you a very blessed Ramadan. I think my Ramadan this year will be pretty much the same and I hope visits to the good Dr Shariff will be unnecessary. I'll try and take my antacid tablets regularly. I promise, okay?Imagine. Special sahur feasts with total strangers at MacKandar outlets, break-of-fast parties with the town's assorted notables (who mostly came for the food but never

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I have nothing to post actually. But Pok Ku's piece on size reminds me of a picture I found in Waves, an old surfing magazine. According to the write-up, they found the old guy on a deserted(?) island off Sumatra, with a harem of 5 naked women! Just look at what the guy on the left is pointing at. Quite a bulge, huh?

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Happy Independence Day everyone and enjoy the long weekend! Me? I just realised that I am older than the nation. Sigh!

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They say machines and women don't mix. I just found out they sometimes don't mix with men either. Especially kitchen appliances; cheap juice extractors in particular.I just bought a Pensonic juice extractor for less than 100 ringgit because I thought it's time to wean myself off coffee and switch to something healthier. It was doing funny things to my kidneys or bladder or both. So, with a juice

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Dear Modbloggers, all of you out there: I like your mod-entries. I blog-hopped your mod-blogs quite frequently and I enjoyed following your mod-links to read what your mod-friends post on their mod-blogs as well. Sometimes, the entries were so interesting that I wanted to leave a mod-comment or two. But that's where the whole trouble is: Just how do I leave a comment on your modblogs? And why did

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I was at the shopping mall yesterday with my daughter. While waiting for her to finish her shopping, I went to a booth selling mobile phones to get a reload card. The salesgirl was a sweet young thing but had quite an attitude about her. They had this ad saying "Nokia 3220 Rubber, RM15.00 Only" stuck on one of the booth walls. Our conversation (in Malay) went something like this:Me: Do you have a

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Someone once said, "Doing a good deed is like peeing in your black pants." I agree because, like he explained it, "... it gives you a warm feeling but nobody notices."One really has to start thinking about it, especially when you are fifty and counting, like me. No, I'm not talking about doing more good deeds. It's about peeing in your pants. I hope I don't have to wet my pants to have a warm

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That was hardcore stuff, the previous post. Now for a softcore entry. The people next door are selling ladies' undergarments -- the kind that squeezes you into shape again. The problem is you need to keep them on all the time. They are doing brisk business judging by the number of ladies passing by my door every day.However, before you guys think that I am having a lot of fun here, I must tell

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I've just moved to a new office one door away from the old one. This place used to be a surau which I converted into an office. Being at the older part of town, I get to observe a lot of going-ons you don't normally see happening in uptown areas. Even this former surau has an interesting history.Under the "previous management", this place used to double as a love-nest, a gambling den and even

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Don't you sometimes wish you could do so much more? That is how I feel right now. I wish I could be somewhere else right now. I wish I have accomplished a lot more right now. I wish I could be of more help than just providing moral and spiritual support. I wish I could give more than just mere words of encouragement and comfort. Oh! The futility of it all! I wish I can come up with a decent entry

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Now the old PC is on steroids. I've just upgraded from dial-up to a Streamyx account. One of the first things I did to try out this new broadband thingy was to visit Hazel's blog. Of all my favourite links listed on the right column there, she's got the slowest loading site due to, I think, the large graphics and the live link to her favourite music.And hey presto! The Lake Gardens scenery

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I didn't have much time to spend with Durra, my eldest daughter, eventhough she is currently on a three-month semester break. She spent the first two months swotting up her books on a short semester just to get another subject out of the way. After the completion of the short semester, she came back to spend the rest of the semester break at home. That was the original plan.First day at home, she

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Last Saturday I was lucky to be able to attend the Jaringan 11 Hi-Tea at the Wisma DBKL in Kuala Lumpur. "Jaringan 11" is a networking fraternity of the 11th batch of students -- the Class of '72 -- of Sekolah Tuanku Abdul Rahman, Ipoh. It was exciting and the atmosphere was full of anticipation because the organisers had announced earlier that many of our long lost brothers were attending for

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Just when you thought it's safe to patronise Nasi Kandar restaurants again, a little girl was attacked in the ladies' room while her parents were having dinner under the same roof! This usually peaceful small town is abuzz with talks about this unfortunate incident in the toilet of a popular Nasi Kandar joint. The pervert was said to be a foreign worker of the restaurant.The parents didn't

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One of my customers today commented about my jeans. It wasn't because he had anything against jeans as an appropriate office attire. Eventhough he phrased it in jest, I knew that he, a young man in his 20's, found it odd for a man my age to be wearing blue jeans! He wasn't the only one; the young girls from the next office would sometimes tease me about it too.Jeans have been around for 80 years

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A friend sent me this joke. She must have read my old posting about the consultant thing. I don't know the source, but here it is anyway:A cowboy was herding his herd in a remote pasture when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him.The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and YSL tie, leans out the window and asks the cowboy, "If I tell

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Not everybody was happy about my blue Kristar as you were, my blog readers. A few days ago, an unknown and mentally deranged member of the public cut off the fuel lines and the ignition cable of my pretty blue Kristar. I suspect that person simply hated my guts or just wanted to steal the gas off my tank. But why the ignition cable too?So off we went on foot to the nearest bike shop, my blue

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The Modenas top hats have finally got it right. I don't know if divine intervention was at work but someone must have had a bright flash of inspiration. Someone must have sat under a tree in the factory compound and went through total enlightenment. It had to be, otherwise how would they have come up with the absolutely brilliant idea of calling one of their latest model Kristar!Kristar! The

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I read with geli today about a mother who had problems filling out forms when she came to the "Occupation" field. She had wanted to classify herself as "Mother" but the clerk attending to her suggested "Housewife" which is the more acceptable blanket term. I wonder what if she's an unemployed single mother?So she entered this instead: Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human

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There is only one beautiful child in the world and every mother has it. A Chinese proverb. This is for all mothers who often come here and read my silly blog. This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation. And mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without.

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(fom left) Ahmad Fakri, Fadzil Khir and Mat TaibThis picture was taken in 1967 showing three of my classmates when we first joined a residential school in Ipoh. Yes, we wore short and fitting t-shirts too in those days but we didn't flash any belly buttons. Only skinny kneecaps. Some of us made it good like the trio in the picture; Fakri is teaching Engineering at UiTM, Fadzil is in Town Planning

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I got a letter in the mailbox, several pages thick. It was as thick as those you would usually get whenever you buy electrical appliances on hire purchase. But it wasn't; it was from my daughter's school in Pasir Puteh, Kelantan.Dana was hauled up by the school authorities for a very 'grave' offence -- she switched dorms without permission! For that, she was grounded for the whole semester and

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Sorry folks, but I've just got to pass this on to you. It is one of those mailings I got from Arcamax on a regular basis, just to keep my sanity. You probably got a copy in your mailbox too. But if you didn't, enjoy it now :)Who's On First? For the Next Generation... George: Condi! Nice to see you. What's happening? Condi: Sir, I have the report here about the new leader of China. George: Great

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I have always admired those bloggers who were able to post very short entries on their blogs. Just a few lines and they are done. So this is my attempt at posting a short and sweet entry about people who post short and sweet entries on their blogs.

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I need some sleep. I haven't slept a wink last night. And I need to get the washing machine fixed. I got a pile of dirty laundry and I am running out of, Heavens forbid, fresh underwear already.I came home at about five in the morning yesterday. But instead of hitting the sack, I busied myself with some household chores. Then I looked at the dirty clothes and contemplated on the possible solution

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1114106679403263172005-04-22T01:56:00.000+08:002005-04-22T02:15:59.456+08:00

Yesterday wasn't meant to be another ho-hum day for me. Definitely no! A much awaited package arrived with two Inul Daratista CDs in it courtesy of Pok Ku, the Retired Retainer. He had to endure throbbing gums at the Post Office counter just to let me have these CDs and I appreciate that very much. Thanks a bundle, Pok Ku! I thoroughly enjoyed the videos. Mbak Inul never ceases to amaze me with

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1111506059585920952005-03-22T23:18:00.000+08:002005-03-22T23:49:29.076+08:00

I had wanted to write about Pin Hashim, a fellow villager who lost his leg in a harvesting machine mishap years ago. But I have already written about him in my Malay blog so let me tell you about an equally inspiring story about Li Tok Don. No, it is not a Chinese name in case you are wondering. It is just the odd naming convention we use in the village. Li married Aishah the grand-daughter of

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1110039969418094572005-03-06T00:13:00.000+08:002005-03-06T00:26:09.423+08:00

Sorry, people. Guess I've been away too long. I feel bad to know that some of you keep coming back only to find an abandoned blog. Well, almost abandoned. I got things sorted out again and like we used to say in those days -- I am back on the blogging scene, baby. Wow! Never tought reaching 50 can ever be so exciting! I feel like I have been re-born again; I feel so alive! So much has been

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1107362583784572782005-02-02T23:52:00.000+08:002005-02-03T00:43:03.783+08:00

I'm back, people. Manana, I didn't achieve what I set out to do, yet. But it wasn't such a complete waste of blogging time because I found something else. But I'm not telling :-p. And while I was away, there has been quite a lot of excitement in bolgsphere. Di Bawah Rang Ikang Kering has been voted the Best Malaysian Blog in the Asia Blog Awards 2004 organised by Simon World. Wow!

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1105206557091371362005-01-09T01:54:00.000+08:002005-01-09T01:49:17.090+08:00

Here I am, going back on my words. I am supposed to be on a month long hiatus from blogging. But due to the new year and the tsunami calamity, I just have to chip in a few words. Alright then, so I am lousy at keeping promises but I am going back to the cave after this two-in-one entry. HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! First the new year: I would like to wish everybody a Better and Better New Year. I

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1103560933846935092004-12-21T01:39:00.000+08:002004-12-21T00:42:13.846+08:00

This is my last posting for this year. Many things had happened since my birthday, some pleasant and some not. Recent events demanded that I do some soul-searching and I need to sort out some important matters regarding my life. So this is goodbye to everyone who had visited this blog, left comments and/or greetings. Thank you for your support and see you all again next year, I don't know when.

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1103498813182725892004-12-20T07:21:00.000+08:002004-12-20T07:26:53.183+08:00

That's it. The quest for Mahsuri has ended. Yep, the mission has been officially terminated. Sorry, Hazel and the rest of you who had been rooting for the (happy?) ending of the story. Maybe at 50, I'm getting a bit too old for this mushy lovey-dovey stuff. Right after the first visit to Langkawi, I had been trying to arrange another fishing trip without success. It would have been much easier

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1102787666139224092004-12-12T01:45:00.000+08:002004-12-12T01:54:26.140+08:00

How time flies. I've been chalking up years so fast I couldn't believe that I am 50 today. That's a pretty big number but somehow it doesn't make me feel all that ancient. If Chairil Anwar had wanted to live a thousand more years, I'd be happy with just another fifty. I don't know how am I going to celebrate yet because there's no one home; the kids won't be back until next week. No hugs and

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1102609322665881362004-12-10T01:05:00.000+08:002004-12-10T00:29:45.826+08:00

Someone called me to ask: What's all this fuss about Inul Daratista? I really can't find the words to describe her except that: She rocks! But then again, she doesn't do rock, she does dangdut. But yesterday I found an old file on my computer; one of my early attempts at HTML when I was learning Web Design last year and it was part of my assignment. It brought the whole lecture hall down during

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1102431172794006302004-12-07T22:54:00.000+08:002004-12-13T14:43:29.673+08:00

This is inspired by a blog entry titled P*lgrims Progress and I hope the author doesn't mind my picking his mind a little: You know how people at home expect (whether they admit it or not) a little souvenir from Mecca when they come and visit after you come back from your Hajj? And because of this, many p*lgrims set aside some money to bring home dried fruits, water from the Zamzam fountain,

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1102340442501212002004-12-06T21:34:00.000+08:002004-12-06T21:40:42.500+08:00

Growing up in the 70s when Generation Gap was the in thing, I used to find all sorts of unreasonable excuses to get into a fight with my Mom. Being anti-establishment was in too then. Every motherly concern (read as nag) was then an intrusion into my privacy and an an attempt to stiffle my self-expression. Or so I thought. Poor woman. She must've been completely confused and disappointed at what

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1101938710639407392004-12-02T05:26:00.000+08:002004-12-02T06:07:15.246+08:00

I have always been a big fan of Sharifah Aini. I like her evergreen songs, I like the way she pronounce the words in her songs. I like the way she talk especially when she speaks in Malay. She sounds so sophisticated. But she was dragged to court on Wednesday over those alleged nasty emails sent to another singer, Siti Nurhaliza. If the late Saloma were still alive today, she'd probably be

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1101740720698166992004-11-29T22:55:00.000+08:002004-11-29T23:05:20.700+08:00

I have nothing to say today, actually. But I have seen this greeting on one of the newsletters I subscribe to and kind of like it. If feels good when someone call out to you that way and I want to do the same to you people: HEY YOU, WONDERFUL YOU! It was written by a guy who call himself Boogie Jack and he writes about HTML and other webpage tricks, among other things. I'm not putting a link

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1101325258916143302004-11-25T03:31:00.000+08:002004-11-25T03:40:58.916+08:00

I am back from the Langkawi, the island of legends. I went there because everyone in the house thought I ought to go there and look for love in the form of a mysterious Mahsuri, the legendary princess who cursed the island into perpetual backwardness, until the government declared it a tax-free haven many years ago. Everybody is so concerned about my one-decade solitary confinement that I am

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1101034480544520712004-11-21T18:42:00.000+08:002004-11-21T18:54:40.546+08:00

Ramadan certainly can do funny things to semi-retired blog writers. I am being too general but it certainly did funny things to semi-retired blog writing me. Any attempt to string together a short sentence that would make any sense would definitely trigger a hidden automatic shut-off switch -- not on the PC but somewhere in me, and I would find my face in collision course with the monitor screen

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1100339515460847892004-11-13T17:48:00.000+08:002004-11-13T17:51:55.460+08:00

Wishing everyone a Happy Hari Raya. If you're driving back to your hometowns, please be careful and enjoy the drive. posting this from a Cybercafe, I forgot my keys.

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1099342472283749162004-11-02T04:55:00.000+08:002004-11-02T04:54:32.283+08:00

The fasting month seems to have affected my creativity, if you can call what I've written so far as that. I simply can't find anything to write about. Can't be due to lack of sugar or nicotine though, as I surf and blog mostly at night. Anyway, something interesting happened on my way to work a few days ago. Riding rickety MARA buses to town from the rural areas was never exciting but last

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1098909073382763872004-10-28T04:23:00.000+08:002004-10-28T04:31:13.383+08:00

How come I'm still using up 45% of the 2Mb storage space even after I've cleared the Inbox, emptied the Bulk and took out the Trash? Wonder what's lurking in there. Hot air?

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1098791183627566872004-10-26T19:43:00.000+08:002004-10-26T19:46:23.626+08:00

Breaking fast in a restaurant sometimes can test your patience to the limit. And because it is Ramadan, you have to continually remind yourself that you are fasting -- just ignore everything around you, sit at your table quietly like a good boy/girl and wait for the azan before sinking your fork into the food. Patience is often frayed during Ramadan. But one stupid move and all that abstinence

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1098126023443141232004-10-19T02:46:00.000+08:002004-10-19T03:03:06.300+08:00

Dr Shariff is one of the most distinguished citizens here in Sungai Petani. He is the man people look for in this town during the month of Ramadan whenever they cannot or do not fast. He is not a real doctor at all but he is actually a Nasi Kandar seller and his 'prescription' comes in black plastic bags, usually to be taken once in the afternoon together with your favourite drink, also available

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1097606704339506022004-10-13T02:45:00.000+08:002004-10-13T02:52:35.373+08:00

Barbers are the only kind of people in the world who can mess up other people's hair and get away with it. And they get paid for it too. I never liked barbers ever since I was I child. I hated them. I went for my routine short sides and back yesterday and ended up getting a crew cut instead. I have been patronising this particular barber-shop for about a year because I always came out looking

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1097410371348922342004-10-10T19:40:00.000+08:002004-10-10T20:13:38.016+08:00

Some well-meaning friends are plotting to uproot me from my current idyllic existence in the village with a couple of 'more meaningful' offers. I don't know the details of their offers yet but I'm a bit apprehensive about working for your own friends. I think the boss-worker relationship tend to erase the friendship built over the years. When I came back from Kuala Lumpur ten years ago, I worked

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1097174936034929412004-10-08T02:48:00.000+08:002004-10-08T03:07:09.386+08:00

I belong to the roll-your-own fraternity as I smoke rokok daun ever since coming back to live in the village 10 years ago. Most of the villagers roll their own rokok daun, tufts of black Javanese tobacco rolled in strips of dried nipah shoots. With the recent hike in cigarette prices, many townsfolks are switching to rolling their own too. Rolling your own rokok daun requires patience and skill

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1096801419866575682004-10-03T18:51:00.000+08:002004-10-03T19:05:49.376+08:00

Nothing much to do or say today. My mind wandered off to a farm on the other side of the world where a wise little lady lives with a bunch of assorted animals. She has these gems for us to meditate and contemplate on: ZEN THOUGHTS Save the whales. Collect the whole set. A day without sunshine is like, night. On the other hand, you have different fingers. I just got lost in thought. It was

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1096376424371581912004-09-28T21:00:00.000+08:002004-09-28T21:12:48.156+08:00

Just to show you my postcard-perfect backyard. We mow the lawn twice a year using giant harvesters :)  But if you look closely, you'll see the bald patch up on the hill in the background where they're using huge machinery and explosives to blow up the hill. For the next 20 years! I've written earlier about my village making it to prime TV when heavy rainfall brought down sludge, rocks and debris

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1095964912556070012004-09-24T02:41:00.000+08:002004-09-24T02:55:22.840+08:00

For those who haven't heard of the place before.  The greatest place on earth. Kri lives here.

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1095752967472784112004-09-21T15:49:00.000+08:002004-09-21T15:49:27.473+08:00

The class reunion brought up some fond memories of the school which I shared with fellow ex-classmates and their families that night. Not that we are getting more senile but many have forgotten the funny details. During our first English Composition lesson in Remove Class (1967), the teacher, Mr Chan Teng Hong, read to us works of previous students. These examples were NOT for us to follow, for

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1095666216338898212004-09-20T15:48:00.000+08:002004-09-20T15:48:50.270+08:00

It has to be my best weekend ever. I attended our annual class reunion at the Bukit Merah Lake Resort near Taiping, Perak on Saturday and thoroughly enjoyed the gathering. I have not been attending all the recent reunions, so there was a lot of fuss and laughter during registration. Everyone is turning 50 this year so we have some problems recognizing each other, what with added beards, wrinkles,

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1095415381794805382004-09-17T18:03:00.000+08:002004-09-17T19:58:10.840+08:00

That was just me having fun with Photoshop. The picture on my profile, I mean. Many find it funny because of the traditional head dress, the tanjak. The best remark so far has got to be the one from Beta-Blogger: "... because your tanjak looks so stern, and the kris, threatening." LOL. Happens to me all the time. I remember when I was working in KL, my female co-workers would confess after

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1095235843455806342004-09-15T15:52:00.000+08:002004-09-15T16:10:43.456+08:00

Read in the papers yesterday that keeping diaries can make you sick. According to the report, writing down your feelings, especially unhappy ones, tend to make you even sadder and eventually you can end up in hospital! But the researchers admitted they forgot to find out if the subjects they were observing were already sick before they started writing in their diaries. And they didn't mention

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1095091895303285242004-09-14T01:11:00.000+08:002004-09-14T00:21:01.166+08:00

Cyberspace is indeed a small and weird place. Some years ago, I managed to track down some long lost relatives. I found a name that looked familiar while surfing the 'Net and I shot him this email: "Roslan, if your mother is so-and-so and your father is so-and-so, then I'm your Uncle." That started a series of emails from Mercedes and Houston and I was glad I was able to convey to them of

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1094850855953682682004-09-11T05:23:00.000+08:002004-09-11T05:23:59.546+08:00

SEBERANG TAKIR ON MY MIND When I got off at the Kuala Trengganu bus terminal, my classmate Nasir Majid was already there waiting for my arrival. Another Nasir, but the two of them were miles apart in many ways. We were later joined by Syed Yusuf who lived somewhere in town. The two of them gave me a brief tour of the town, perhaps saving the better sights for later. Kuala Trengganu then was a

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1094577312020151432004-09-08T01:14:00.000+08:002004-09-08T01:15:12.020+08:00

Passionate Cows on the Beach The East Coast has always fascinated me in many ways -- the lifestyle, the dialect, the food and of course, the ladies too. Reading TMA Bustaman's fine blog on all things 'Ganu brings back memories of my first trip there more than three decades ago. It was 1971 and I was in Form Four at a residential school in Ipoh then. Form Four was considered as the honeymoon

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1094308802515922942004-09-04T22:15:00.000+08:002004-09-04T22:42:54.290+08:00

I am not much of a political person, but when the news about Anwar Ibrahim being set free came out, I was pleasantly surprised. Eventhough everyone denied their involvement in his release, I think the Prime Minister has given Malaysia a much awaited Merdeka present. Welcome home, Anwar. It doesn't matter why they finally did it; this act of compassion is probably the greatest public relations

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1094069497263455802004-09-02T04:05:00.000+08:002004-09-02T04:11:37.263+08:00

It's Merdeka again! The whole country was celebrating its 47th year of independence from British rule and I was in two minds whether to stay back and join in the merry-making in Sungai Petani (and spend the rest of the night in the office) or take the last bus home and get some well-deserved rest and sleep! The main road in front of the old courthouse was already closed since late afternoon to

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1093771274098422182004-08-29T17:17:00.000+08:002004-08-29T17:21:14.096+08:00

Went shopping with my youngest daughter, Dilla, yesterday. Schools are re-opening after a week's holiday and she had a long shopping list. Her sister, Dana, stayed at home to pack but she too had her own long shopping list which she merrily stuffed in my pocket. First stop: the toiletries section. Both of us walked in, each with a list in hand. Have I told you people before that I hate

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1093544755521202512004-08-27T02:22:00.000+08:002004-08-27T02:30:46.483+08:00

Missed the bus again last night. Ever since the bike was sent to the workshop, my whole life has gone awry. My time-table, schedules, work, play, meals, relationships; everything have been turned upside down, inside out. As if that wasn't bad enough punishment for not taking good care of the bike, the south-bound train chose to shuttle back and forth at the railway crossing at the precise moment

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1093154940429247482004-08-22T14:06:00.000+08:002004-08-24T19:47:38.346+08:00

Received an SMS from my wandering son yesterday. It said, "I'll be singing at the Hard Rock next month! This is the greatest thing that ever happened to me since I took up singing." Hard Rock Cafe! I read the message with mixed feelings. Reza is my only son, and big brother to my three daughters. He chose not to further his studies after secondary school and went to work instead. I have always

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1092746983659611342004-08-17T20:46:00.000+08:002004-08-17T20:51:47.293+08:00

By a strange twist of fate yesterday, I found myself stranded in the middle of nowhere at 7:30 pm without some workable plan to get my butt out of there. I just missed the last bus to civilisation by three precious minutes and there wasn't a single taxi in sight. So I called a couple of friends to come and rescue me but everyone was naturally tied up with something. So, you're on your own, Kri!

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1092423877358843152004-08-14T02:29:00.000+08:002004-08-14T04:51:47.286+08:00

Found this very entertaining blog yesterday titled Aziz in India. It is written by one Aziz Sunderji, a Canadian who's working for an NGO in India. Funny, yet informative. I especially like his description of one main preoccupation in that part of the world -- chai drinking -- because it reminds me of my visit to Pakistan many years ago. Chai is tea mixed with freshly boiled milk. And you cannot

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1092249248539598912004-08-12T02:29:00.000+08:002004-08-12T02:37:09.253+08:00

I was going through the source code of the Eliza program last night trying to make some sense out of the javascript when I felt asleep. When I woke up at about 4:00 am there was something weird on the radio. It was a programme where listeners can call in to talk about their encounters with the unseen. On the air was a 46 year old caller complaining about the focus and purpose of the silly

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1092119349845787092004-08-10T14:03:00.000+08:002004-08-10T14:29:09.846+08:00

Caught up with Cikgu Poi recently. I used to train in martial arts under him when I was (a lot) younger. Something he said hit me in the gut. Religion taught us that mankind came from the earth, and of course, to earth we shall return. That, he said, makes planet Earth our mother. And we refer to that mass of soil and everything in and on it as Mother Earth. But, Poi continued, have we ever

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1091956153560413282004-08-08T17:02:00.000+08:002004-08-08T17:09:13.560+08:00

Here's what the horoscope says today: Just when you were sure you'd die of impatience, you've discovered you're going to live -- happily. The heavens have turned you into a veritable magnet for the attention of delightful new admirers. Oh, stop pretending you didn't know. Here's what had happened so far: I have been meaning to post some pictures of the recent mudflood at the village here on this

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1091818331655838212004-08-07T02:52:00.000+08:002004-08-07T03:05:15.580+08:00

How is this for a make-over? Many of you think that the old profile picture was a little intimidating, so I'm swapping it with something more friendly, I hope. Like, dig that pair of shades, man. p/s: All that hair and sunglasses courtesy of an old bolle ad appearing in the April 1997 issue of Waves.

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1091514159443141522004-08-03T14:15:00.000+08:002004-08-03T14:22:39.443+08:00

I'm taking a few days off to hit the books. I still have one subject -- OOP -- to refer this Saturday. It is just round the corner and I'm still lingering about in Chapter III. If anybody's reading this posting, wish me luck!

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1091034681654814552004-07-29T00:31:00.000+08:002004-07-29T01:11:21.653+08:00

When I was manning the front office of a local private college as a Course Counselor last year, I was very impressed by a particular girl who came in to register for the new semester. I was stunned by this vivacious young lady because she spoke to me in plain unhalting English! And she was the only one among scores of school leavers who spoke to me in that language. But sadly that was the only

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1090918710664388692004-07-27T16:41:00.000+08:002004-07-27T16:58:30.663+08:00

I've always looked forward to this moment. It's already happening now. The thought of the kids leaving home has always made me so alive. It gave me the energy to carry on. One of these days they are going away and I'd be alone at last. Hold on to that thought, yeah. So, all the kids are now distributed all over the country -- Sabah, Johor, Kelantan and the youngest one about half-an-hour's drive

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1090829221201935872004-07-26T15:37:00.000+08:002004-07-26T16:07:01.200+08:00

A group of Thai nationals working as waiters in KL were hauled up last week for beating up a customer to death. The poor guy who was having dinner with his gf probably went overboard with his public show of affection. THAT irritated those stupid waiters and they used him as a punching bag to practice their Muay Thai skills on. Half a dozen guys against one defenceless, lovestruck student? Those

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1090588384721864132004-07-23T20:33:00.000+08:002004-07-24T03:53:41.243+08:00

I'm screaming bloody murder today. It's in my mind and it shows in my eyes. See? For two days on end, I went on a killing spree that'll even make my friend Jack (the Ripper, remember?) shiver in fear! Here's what I did: 1. Caught a tiny little mouse yesterday.  A gang of mice have been terrorising my house for months causing a lot of damage to the household. They gnawed through electrical wires

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1090525578096499372004-07-23T03:33:00.000+08:002004-07-23T04:12:04.330+08:00

I've started another blog, this time it is in Bahasa. No, it isn't a translation of this blog as I'd be writing about different things. Most of the time, at least. But, occassionally you're going to find similar topics every now and then if I think they're worth reading in both languages. Or, if I run out of things to write. So, if you can read Bahasa, click here (or the "Kata Mereka..." link

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1090320021062267512004-07-20T18:30:00.000+08:002004-07-20T18:40:21.063+08:00

I have changed the address from "rapidbiz" to something more appropriate. This blog is now at http://krisez.blogspot.com . Short, sweet and much easier to remember, don't you think? Now I'm thinking of starting another one in Bahasa, to be entitled "Bicara sepi" or "Suara blog di tepi kali" or something like that. Any suggestions? 

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1090172919156786012004-07-19T01:44:00.000+08:002004-07-20T18:03:22.923+08:00

You'd probably be thinking "where in the world is that?" as you read my profile on the right. Even if you're from Malaysia, maybe you've never even heard of the place until now. Can't blame you though as nothing much ever happens around this sleepy village. Not until three weeks ago when we made it to primetime TV! A company, most probably with connections in high places, has been given the

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1090082777405299582004-07-18T00:42:00.000+08:002004-07-20T18:05:33.533+08:00

Found a way to do it, and you won't find it in the FAQ pages. What I did was to open the entry, click "Edit HTML" and copy the URL. Then I went back to the Dashboard, click "Edit Profile" and paste the URL in the text box provided. Neat, huh? Now you'll get me to stare at you everytime you visit this blog.

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1090081208624511452004-07-18T00:10:00.000+08:002004-07-20T18:07:27.996+08:00

The picture of the grumpy old man you see below** isn't supposed to be there. I have just downloaded Hello! so that I can put the ugly pix in my profile. Somehow it ended here. So, just ignore it please until I find a way to move it to the profile section.   ** not anymore. found a way to move it already. as if you didn't know :-)

Krihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419390209328119108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5868703.post-1089895622333757852004-07-15T20:40:00.000+08:002004-07-20T18:08:43.286+08:00

This certainly looks better that the previous layout. Just realised that all my previous entries were untitled. No wonder the system is repeating all my opening sentences. Just installed the Tag Board too. It was okat when I first installed it but now it has dropped to the bottom. Well, back to the drawing board...

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