Really meh?

He has since apologized after all the mess he created. This apology comes as a surprise and I believe it was the most intelligent thing to ever come out of his stinky mouth through out his entire life.

So how should we react, especially on this latest outcome?

Let me see. How about this. Since we’re still in the month of Syawal and all, lets all forgive this MP and forget everything that he had uttered. He was provoked, so the blame should be on MP Karpal.

Oh, and we all should open up our hearts and accept his apology with grace. This guy did nothing wrong. We over retaliated. I over reacted for being a sensitive retard on wheelchair. I take the blame for his remark because I’m on a freakin’ wheelchair as a punishment from God.

He’s a member of the Parliament and deserve to be praised. This MP is a very noble man. Jerai folks are the envious of others for having such great representative. And with this, do vote him when the next GE comes around.

I think he deserve more than just lousy votes. How about this in the mean time. Lets all worship him instead. Yessssss…that.

I demand you all, ALL OF YOU TO BOW DOWN TO HIM…

HAILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

AUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBARRRAMBABAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

So anyway…fuck.

Pic courtesy of Benny Loh (Malaysian Cartoons)

A Simple Retaliation Would Do

So here’s the thing. Uncle Bernard a.k.a el Zorro had posted an entry in his blog HERE that amongst other things, is throwing in his support for me. It all started some days ago when two MPs were seen strutting their talents by slugging it out at each other. Fine there. That’s always been the case in the House of Representatives Chamber that it would be better off to rename the entire parliament building as Trump Plaza or something.

What actually transpired is none of my concern but one of them must have said something that irks everyone and moved me to say my piece.

The slug-fest was between reps from Jerai and Gelugor (the wheelchair-bound fella) being the other. It didn’t surprise many for the Jerai jerk to utter silly remarks and this time around, someone on wheelchair being his opponent, he sure was having a field day. Here’s what he had actually said;

‘Now you are sitting in a wheelchair, God has punished you’.

Now, what’s the deal with that, bro? I’m going to say it here as my simple retaliation. That was down right rude and insulting. God is punishing us for having a jerk like you as our fellow Malaysian. How about that, huh? HUH?

And apparently he had uttered the word pukimak. So here’s one back from me…Pukimak kau balik.

So anyway, these 2 simple retaliation were knee-jerk reaction. Never have I thought it would go beyond that.

As I have stressed a number of times before this, Let’s Go Land is a Non-political Blog in nature. I have been making extra sure this to remain as one. Reasons being that are as follows;

-Mom’s totally against me touching on politics.

-politics aint my thing.

-being a guy on wheelchair, getting their assistance in the future is inevitable

-wheelchair users would be better off working hand in hand with them, politicians

-I could be sent to kamunting or ISS for reason only they know.


Having said all that, it kind of explains why I was leaving it at that as can be read in my previous posting, with only a short paragraph touches on it.

In response to uncle Bernard’s blog, yes, I am very touched and honoured by his concern and support, including from his wonderful, supportive readers who would not hesitate to take a bullet and wheel on with me.

Rest assured I am not chickening out but the idea of gathering some friends to wheel to parliament in showing our protest is beyond my imagination. This is something that should not be blown out of proportion as simple retaliation is enough to serve some justification to it, especially coming from this fella who are well-known to have uttered numerous other uncalled for remarks, it is just not worth the cause.

Ultimately, if this piece of shit reaches my mom’s ears, it will definitely land me in hot soup. All my life I was taught and constantly reminded to never break a promise. Obviously I’ve broken one of many other without her knowledge. This will only upset her. Call me a mama’s boy, I’d be proud to say I am.

My sincerest apology to Zorro-Unmasked and his band of blog readers but please count me out of this. Admittedly, I can only talk the talk but not walk the talk.

I doubt getting into trouble with those up there would be as emotionally disturbed as with mom, my real deal Guv'nor. So I’m sticking to leaving it at that or I may have to quit blogging all together.

Tuesday With Bloggers (TWB)

Hello again. No, you didn't make a wrong turn and ended up in Jalan Sudin. You're very much in Let's Go land.

Its been quite an eventful week so far that I haven’t had much time to sit and write. Not that I have many things to say, apart from telling the world and the ISS crew somewhere up there how long my turd was earlier this afternoon.

Now here's one shit who had uttered the word Pukimak in the parliament for whatever reason it was and got away with it. Sadly, name callings in parliament has become the norm in Malaysia Nowdays. I am no fan of either sides but by insulting an opposition MP for being on wheelchair is not acceptable. And this coming from someone whose job is to represent the people. To that MP from the majority side, nah ambik ni...Pukimak kau balik.

I'm just going to leave it at that. You can read Peter's take on what was the hoo-ha all about.

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Moving along swiftly on a completely different matter all together, I’m not sure if it’s a tradition thing but I felt that being a first-timer, or as Mat Salo puts it, a virgin, making my debut at Aunty Maria’s MRT (mee rebus Tuesday), I ought to write something about it. So here I am.

Cool-as-the-iceman Shah of the TalkOnly fame went through all the trouble to pick up Mat Salo before going through even deeper shit to give a crippled on wheelchair a lift to Aunty Maria’s. Arrived slightly past 1pm and of all the bloggers, it was Zorro who was the first to greet me at the front gate. Well, mainly because he had to remove his vehicle just to give way for this VVIP making his grand entry. Hey, I even had a bodyguard in the form of Kamal FND Hashim, the region’s number one crime ANALyst. He was making his debut as well but not as a virgin.

And so blablabla, and blablabla, and in no time I found myself in a company of well-known bloggers, who are mostly the regulars, finding their way to free lunch every Tuesday. Finally I get to meet Aunty Maria and Pn Nuraina of Jalan Sudin, I believe acting as MRT’s co-host. I’m equally honoured to have met Crocs-enthusiast Elviza, Capt Yusoff of the Ancient Mariner, Michelle from Bolehland, sis Raden Galoh and her other half the Mambang man, the legendary Bigdog and his adorable daughter Aishah, an 11 year old blogger who can actually write better and put yours truly to shame.

Alliedmartster and Rocky were there too but since I’ve met them a few times prior to that Tuesday, they are less important on this occasion. Kahkahh…But seriously, Its always a pleasure meeting them, brother Tony Yew and abang Ahirudin Attan. Forgive me as I may have missed some other names. I have a very short memory span.

Did I mention Capt Yusoff already? Oh yes, I did.

But here’s a man that will leave an impact which one will find hard to let it slip off his/her cerebrum.. I present to you…*table-thumping drum roll*…uncle Roslani the Mind-Blower!

Ok, the Mee Rebus was exceptional but this wise ex-judge is simply in a chamber of his own. Not so much a man with many words but an expert in getting everyone in stitches every single time he opens up his mouth!

Rumour has it that he may jump into the blogging bandwagon. I’m already declaring myself his number one fan cum stalker. Oh yesss…I know where you live, Your Honour, I really do. Muahaha…

Ok I better quit before I start to freak somebody out. Or worse, being accused a gay.

Now this is something I discovered today which is certainly no rumours. Aunty Maria herself has started her own blog. It was a great surprise but somehow I knew she would eventually put her writing skills (she’s a former The Star journalist) into good use again.

I say, welcome aboard Tok Mommy!

Thank you both. Had a blast and I truly appreciate your hospitality. I may not be able to join the lads and lasses weekly but will surely drop by every single opportunity permits.

* Arwah Nurin's uncle, Jasni Jalil was there and it was an honour to have a chat or two with him. Count me in, I'm wheelin' with you, sir.

L to R- uncle R, uncle B and some guy

Newly declared sister, Kak D a.k.a Raden Galoh with some guy. Aishah and aunty Maria can be seen in the background

L to R- Km/J Kamal, Shah CakapAje, some guy and our Bru.

*Photos courtesy of camera-shy Mat Salo.

Parking woes

The other day I found myself with nothing much to do, not a place to go when I had all the time in the world making my round of raya-visit to my relatives’. The reason being that is, I was only with Pinky and these houses are structurally not accessible for a wheelchair user like me to get into. Sure they were kind enough to offer to physically carry me up the curbs, stairs and the split levels but I say forget it, but thanks anyway. I’d rather fly a kite anytime than to have my uncles and cousins breaking their bones carrying a dead-weight human on a titanium-frame chair.

So we decided to make our way to one of the best disabled-friendly malls in town -The Curve, in Mutiara Damansara- instead. Since it was still raya and all, we thought we’d have the mall to ourselves but our hopes dwindled seeing the traffic getting to the entrance of the parking bay itself was crawling. And we were like, yay, great, the city folks are back from their kampong. Hooray.

Anyway, having a crippled as a passenger, in no time we found our car parked at one of the best parking spots. In most shopping malls, disabled parking are placed right next to the elevators and The Curve is no exception. Credits to their management as they reserved at least two disabled parking spaces each next to every lift leading to the mall. What’s even better is they placed moveable signboards that reminds shoppers against parking their cars meant for the disabled or risk getting slapped with a fine or simply have their cars clamped.

Oh, and as if that would actually work?

Your guess is as good as mine. Assholes are everywhere apparently. As we were leaving, the other disabled parking space opposite us was taken and as I would have figured, the owner is not in any ways crippled. I thought the security fellas went down hard on these unscrupulous people but to my disappointment, there was only a damn ticket placed tightly between the car’s wiper and windshield that warns the owner against parking his car there. I mean, just a lousy warning? For being inconsiderate and irresponsible this dickhead got off the hook with just a freakin’ warning, printed on a piece of recycled paper. Would the security people actually take it that he would repent and not to repeat this irresponsible act the next time he comes a visit? I doubt. The answer is a sure NO. He did it on that occasion, he’s gonna do it again. And I bet that wasn’t his first time acting like a jerk.


For such offence, no wait…let me rephrase that. For such serious crime, his car deserve to be clamped AT LEAST. That ought to teach this fella a lesson and serve as a deterrent for others to not take this lightly. Calling these people a retard will only degrade the real mentally-challenged persons themselves. So lets just stick with assholes.

Lets get back to the real issue. So yes, we do have our reason for needing such space. Disabled parking place are normally wider than the normal ones so that we can conveniently alight from our vehicle and transfer into our wheelchair. In a way, with bigger space, it would save the car parking next to us from getting accidentally scratched.

I’m sure I have numerous other reasons why such parking space must not be hogged by hogs, but since Brazilian F1 is about to flag off, my mind has left the Curve a short moment ago, flying direct to Interlagos analyzing on the possibility of Kimi clinching the championship title for this season-ending, nail-biting race.

Sooo…If they insists on taking the spot, I say go ahead break your spine and you sure can have the parking for all the people in the world to give a shit, legally.

For The MAS-ses

I didn’t plan to reconnect myself this soon as I’m still very much in the celebration-mode. The first day was exhausting, as it has always been every year but since it was a day of joy, I say party on.

No doubt that Ramadhan will be sorely missed but it is time to get into fifth gear again, going all out shooting on every direction.

So anyway, I haven’t had time to even read the newspapers and missed on one article from the Star that’s worth highlighting, published on the 13th itself.

It’s the good people from MAS. Yea, them.

Being a non-air traveler I didnt even know they’ve been providing services for the disabled community for quite a while now. And mind you, these are services of the first class standard. I guess being the number 1 national career, they have to live up to their billing, providing good services for the Malaysian masses.

Check it out. 50% of ticket discount (domestic) offered to disabled passengers and on top of that, carers are given 25% discount, which is great as crips usually needs someone for company wherever they go.

This is no rumour. LICK for more of the report.

So really, the handicapped should feel encouraged to get out and travel more with the goodie stuff MAS has to offer. This may not be new to some but worth giving them some credits as it is already long overdue.

Chong Tuck Meng, a.k.a Le Boss (pic), Founder and Advisor of Persatuan Warga istimewa & Rehabilitasi Anggota K9 (Perwira K9) had this to say;


"Most people are shy or embarrassed to go out but it doesn't mean that if you're handicapped, you cannot travel They should be encouraged to travel. We're happy that this initiative came from MAS and not us."

Spot on, boss.

But for those who are on customized wheelchair, this can be a problem. Getting on to the chair provided by MAS may not fit them. So the next time we are invited to have a look on their updated, disabled-friendly facilitities again, I may want to be there pointing this one out. Not to give them the stick but I believe I have more questions to ask. Constructive criticism isn’t a bad thing, as I just felt that there are more rooms of improvement yet to be highlighted.

Nonetheless, their effort deserve some recognition. I can now quit imagining how it would be like getting on a motorboat or kayak-ing myself silly all the way to Kota Kinabalu.

Jambatan Tamparuli, here I come.

Pic stolen from Bigdog.

Salam Aidilfitri...

I thought it was rather a metro-sexual thing to write pantuns. Tried my hand on it and what do you know, turns out to be twice the fun than applying moisturizer cream on your face before bedtime. So anyway, here we go…



Indah suasana beramah mesra,
Sesama jiran saling bertegur,
Sesekali bertukar selera,
Pantun raya menghiasi Let's Go...


Ramadhan muncul kini berganti,
Cahaya Syawal menjelma lagi,
Sebulan baru dapat menikmati,
Roti canai dan candu di waktu pagi...


Takbir bergema menyentuh sanubari,
Indahnya irama memecah sepi,
Kepada sahabat Salam Aidilfitri,
Ampun maaf ikhlas dari Kerpie.

There you have it. I will be away and disconnect myself from the cyber world for at least a week. Time to check out all the Raya-themed shows available on the good ol’ tele.

Selamat hari raya to my blogger friends, reader friends and spammer friends. To all my non-muslim friends, hey, selamat hari raya too. happy holidays.



Salam Aidilfitri, fellas.

*holy shit...check PINKY out!!

Bits & a couple of awards

So he’s somewhere totally out of this world, blasting his way to the International Space Station (ISS). And, oh, what do you know, it’s the same fella that most blogs had announced way way before the mainstream media had it as their headline today (Wednesday). The Soyuz was launched successfully at exactly 21.21 our time. well, Dr, Sheikh…enjoy your capsule ride, dude.

Our brother Ahirudin Attan has abit more on this. And Big bro has even more.

On the local front (the earth), our little darling, heart-patient Tee Hui Yi seems to be improving tremendously by the looks of it. Although she’s still on oxygen therapy, whatever that means, she can now breathe on her own. This is great development.

Things are certainly looking rather rosy.

To top the day off, earlier tonight I received a You-Make-Me-Smile Award from none other than my sweet-as-strawberry-fudge-cream blogging buddy, Benny. Didn’t realize I could make a soul smile, let alone make them roll on the floor laughing their asses off. But she recognized this, and so I’m displaying the Award picture thing (below) on the sidebar and shall remain there for as long as only God knows when. Here’s to you, Benny. Keep on rollin’, pretty flamingo.

This award shall stay here and wont be passed on to anyone for now. My crippled face needs a smile too so go ahead, make me and you will be awarded.

Ok this is not an update. Just that i simply missed this one out. I actually received not just one, not three but a respectable TWO awards from the same roller Coaster lady, Benny. That makes it double the honour. Thanks, Ben...

Here's the other one, named The Egel Nest Blog Award.

I'm on a roll.

The day it was...

Like my stools, huge chunk of the morning was spent on the toilet bowl trying to get the waste out of my bowel system. It was as if those shits feared being flushed down and drown that they had another idea of staying put, resisted the pressure from budging out of the anus.

Suddenly a poem I read last night came to mind while starring blank, straight into (through) the bathroom wall;

Here I sit,
Broken hearted,
Tried to shit,
But only farted.

Yes, that one. Stupid turd. Unfortunately to me, it was no laughing matter. At least not while I was in there, struggling emotionally.


Last week, my wheel buddy, Zulkafli (pic) called up and was informed the bosses are appointing me to deputize him as Perwira K9’s secretery. Its still unofficial but the appointment is imminent. Not bad considering I only have to show my crippled face in the office once or twice a week. Well, I think once should be enough. The good part is, I’ll be getting some allowance by doing simple work. Good then. I like.

Being a deputy, like deputy minister for instance, it is an easy task as our superior does most of the job. So, hooray. But I am fully committed that I have pledged I will not goyang kaki.. ever.

Kahkahh…

Lame.

So, after further enquiry, I will be required to handle the website, updating and stuff. I believe I should be able to get the job done but if I didn’t, I can always blame Zul as I’m only his deputy while pointing finger at his direction. Hey, a friend in need is a friend indeed.

Anyway, my first ‘official’ job was to attend a buka puasa charity do organized by the lovely people from MCA. It was held at the wheelchair-friendly Kelana Seafood center last Sunday. The spread was mouth-watering, with plates after plates of big, succulent butter prawns served. I could have tapau-ed some for sahur if i were a kiasu cheapskate. I swear i'm not. But really, It was more of an all-you-can-eat than just ordinary buffet. That should explain everything on the first paragraph.

Nothing beats having that plate of vegies away, the further the better.

Now though, lets talk politics. The good old politics. I’m a guy with no political principle. Call me lalang or a seasonal political party supporter, see if I actually gives a shit. I could be a PAS man today and PPP or something weird like that come next week for all I care. But without a doubt, the flavour of the week has gotta be; surprise, surprise…the MCA.

Their national Wanita’s deputy chairman, datin Paduka Chew Mei Fun was the guest of honour at the charity event and hell, I didn’t even know she was my MP for ages now.

So being a non-voter, I did what the rakyat would normally do when they bump into their own MPs, asking for favours. After all, I’m exercising my rights as a citizen. Good enough I don’t vote. That one ballot paper could go either way, ask any candidates, they wouldn’t like that.

But she and her division people rocks, I tell ya, really ROCKIN’. Maybe its their nature as politician to put up a friendly face but she’s a real coolhead. Looks like its swinging towards her... a vote of confidence that is.

Buy me, fellas. Buy me!

The sweet, abled-body Pinky, joining in the orgy.

Nurisah & Abu

Graciously accepting gifts from The-Lady-Of-The-Hour, DP Chew.

*Note- excuse Pinky for the blurry pix. She's no Mat Salo.

Praying For Hui Yi.

Riiiight. So they are not space tourists but the real deal astronauts, or most probably cosmonauts, as according to the Russians at least. Not by the Americans. Sure buddy. Whatever you say.

But for the time being, the two ‘Spaceflight participants’ can take the back seat as our main concern now is solely on Tee Hui Yi (pic)’s newly-transplanted heart, for the second time in as many days.

Apparently the first heart donated by the 15 year old accident victim did not work out on Hui Yi. But almost right immediately she received another heart from another accident victim from Johore Bharu. And this was after more than one year of waiting. So I guess miracles do happen after all.

The family of the new deceased donor are praying hard for Hui Yi to recover with flying colors. They are not alone. I’m praying hard to Allah SWT for our little Hui Yi to get back on her two feet again, and to start leading a normal teenage life. In this holy month of Ramadhan, nothing beats praying sincerely hard to get what we’re wishing for. And nothing more that I want now than for Hui Yi to pull through.

This posting may not be of any help but good enough to get my heart jumping with joy if everyone who reads this offers his/her prayers for Hui Yi’s successful recovery. I’ve never really been serious on most of the entries I wrote so far. But NOT this time around. I’m taking a very different approach, for Hui Yi’s sake. Lets all pray for her, friends. I really mean it.

MarinaM has more of her, reporting from the actual scene.

Gimp

Right, let’s move on then.

Now days I’ve been reading less and less. Not that I read much anyway. Cant even remember the last time I bought a book. And being a non-avid reader, parting ways with at least 50 bucks for a book isnt a fun thing to do, considering my small income.

So anyway, there was this book I wanted so much titled GIMP, an autobiography by Mark Zupan, priced at RM99. the thing is, if I were to get a book, my preference has always been autobiography, by (in)famous and not so famous people around the world.

Ok, not exactly biography of Nelson Mandela like that. That’s way too heavy and serious for me man. maybe I should get one of our local celebrity’s, if there was any. Do they? Of, say…Jalil Hamid?

So about the book, being sweet and charming she is, my Pinky went to Borders anyway and bought it.

Like me, Mark Zupan is a quad. Only that he earns much more. He went to college and graduated and now a trained engineer while I’m still here contemplating about enrolling on some foreign language courses or not.

Zupan is one tough dude. He has set a benchmark for other quads around the world to emulate his ability in doing things that looks almost impossible from the naked eyes. He defied the odds by climbing rocks, sky diving and even golfing. And he’s the star player representing The US in wheelchair-rugby@quad rugby@murderball. The first time I saw this guy was from Jackass II The Movie, where he was seen doing stunt by riding a rocket-powered wheelchair. So you know this guy is the over-the-edge type and I cant think of anyone on wheels as cool as Mark, besides myself that is.

In GIMP, it was also revealed tough times for Mark recuperating from a life-changing experience. Its no easy task, I promise you. From being a “normal” guy who plays sports and have chicks going down on you, then to lose it in a matter of split second, you are in for a torrid ride ahead. And worse if you are emotionally involved with a girl. Getting ditched is imminent. Like-wise, losing friends is inevitable. Heartbreak after heartbreak is a certainty. Now where do we go from there?

Move on. Simple as that. When you are down, the only way is up. Either that or death. There are, in certain cases, those who prefer to stay down as they believe miracle will happen and that God will make them walk again waking up one morning.

Tough luck.

I used to believe in such myth too. Or at least forcing myself to believe such miracles do happen. But heck NO. Based on personal accounts, sitting on your laurels wont get you anywhere. Not in a million years. Unless you have like a billion bucks in the bank.

So I always tell my able-bodied pals that I may be trailing them but I’m moving and that’s what counts. So moving on is the obvious answer

And hey, trust me, there are girls who does not mind your crippledness out there. Its the inner beauty lies within you that these sweeties are capable of seeing through. The numbers may be small but that also makes them unique and a turn-on. I tell you, wheelchairs are pussy-magnet too. No cool-rides and lame pick-up lines needed.

So really, quad buddies, maybe we should read more than just heart-breaking news in the papers. At least get a spinal injury related books and you’ll be amazed how much this second chance of life can offer and provide a lot of wonders. From these books one can even learn ways to a girl’s heart. And pussy. Its yours for the taking.

I’ve taken mine.

Sweet pinky

Meme: Tips On Blogging

Yay! I've been tagged again. Ben, the sweet as chocolate swirl on a sugar cone lady of Life's rollerCoaster fame, was the tagger this time around. And being such a great sport, i'm having this a go, as usual. You'll find good tips about blogging here.

Here's the instruction on this whole meme thing.


Copy the list below and star (*) five of your favourite ones, add your own tip and pass it on.

*1. Look, read, and learn.

2. Be, EXCELLENT to each other.

3. Don’t let money change ya!

*4. Always reply to your comments.

*5. Blog about what you know & love.

6. Don’t use filthy language-buy a dictionary.

7. Blog about something educational.

8. Be yourself; others will follow.

9. Don’t have too many blogs that will become a chore to maintain.

10. Keep it simple, user-friendly, interesting and organized!

11. Keep the blog simple and sweet!!!

12. Share with others your thoughts and don’t be shy!

13. Never ask for link exchange. Blog hop to increase traffic.

14. Don’t clutter your blog with ads all over the place. IT’S IRRITATING.

15. Don’t comment for the sake of commenting. Some looked too fake and its a big turn off!

16. Share something interesting and you will gain more readers.

17. Show that we care to all bloggers, treat each other as friends.

18. Pictures say a million words. Keep them coming!

19. Blogging should be fun or you’ll get tired of it pretty soon.

20. Don’t think people will come to your blog if you’re not willing to pay a visit to them.

21. Everyone loves read short posting and best, illustrated with a picture.

*22. Try not to publish more than 5 posts in one blog a day. Even if it’s from feed reader, it’s quite hard to digest and catch up reading everything.

23. Blog: the other window to peek into people’s life, minus the trouble. Keep a certain level of privacy to yourself.

24. Never tell your readers that you are going on vacation. That’s basically telling them to not visit your blog for a week. Instead, write several posts, and take advantage of the timestamp feature.

25. Try and write with people in mind that are "somewhat similar to you". Allow your audience to identify with your blog and feel "at home".

*26. The key to a good article is a good introduction. A joke, a question or a picture does wonders.



27. If you are looking to earn an income blogging read StevePavlina.com and Problogger.net, you will be amazed at what you can learn.

28. Write for yourself first. Remember that it takes time, effort, patience…and above all, daring. [The Laidback Buddhist]

29. Enjoy what you write, so that reader can enjoy reading it too – Life’s Roller Coaster~

30. Take on current issues to make yourself look smart, even if you're not.


There you go. Useless blogging tip from a smart-ass. Now i'm passing this on to a real smart lady to share hers. take it away, Daphne Ling.