Merry New Year!

Now, lets see. Oh, the year-end is here again, hooray.

I tried to think of something noteworthy that ever took place this year but my mind keeps telling me to continue with the Bubbles game. That pretty much sums up my year. Dull.

From a OKU-point of view, apart from one stupid politician shooting his mouth vomiting turd, not all things bad. We’ve had Persons With Disability Bill 2007 passed and later on Datuk Senator Dr Ismail Md Salleh, who is visually-impaired, was appointed to the Dewan Negara as representative for the whole disabled community. Excellente.

So anyway, this is the time of the year when we get to hear people pledges on all things silly for the coming year ahead.

You get things like, slackers wishing to be a better employee which means it requires him to lick harder. Politician makes a sudden appearance and promise to look into grouses faced by the people who elected him…some 4 years ago and married men vows to be a better husband by…taking a new wife. All the ridiculous shit.

I don’t know about myself mann. But looking back, I’m not sure if I have achieved anything. The resolution I made at the end of December last year was exactly what I had hoped for since previous years back. Like any other idiots, resolutions are made only because someone might ask you. And by having your answer prepared, you’d look clever than you actually are. Screw that maannn.

This time around, I’m switching to a negative mode. I’m turning into a doubting Thomas and skeptical of every single thing that’s coming my way. Yea, sounds good.

The condo management for example. I was overjoyed and excited when they first promised to make my place more wheelchair-accessible but it turns out as mere talk. Numerous attempts have been made to get them start the minor construction work but weeks took months, and months took years just to get 2 simple lousy ramps to be built. All the follow-ups have been futile, falling on deaf ears. And this was after a promise they made more than 2 years ago. I mean, whaddaf?

Quarreling with them is like arguing to a lamp post. Even a lamp post could shed some light. So the next time they come to me and promises the same old shit, I’m gonna shrug it off as mere lies. Until of course, the two bloody ramps are completely constructed.

So I guess that would be my wish for 2008. No point fighting for the OKU rights when your own home is not disabled-friendly. Personally, the battle begins from right at the front door.

Here’s wishing you all a very prosperous 2008. I have not a clue of what’s in store but I say just bring it on.

'Merry New Year'- Eddie Murphy.

Al-Fatihah

Benazir Bhutto (1953-2007)

Politic breeds hate, which leads to war. War promotes violence, and ultimately kills. Down with politics. War-mongers, terrorists and politicians all can eat my shit.

The Wedding of 'em All (updated)

Update:

'Yup it's me..But don't expect more comments from me, u know me, I'm not a blogger kind of man..hehehe.. And to all of you, thank you for all your wishes and doa's..buy URTV Jan 15 edition for more news. hehehe (self promo)' - Badrul Izhan Yeop Abdullah

Ya Heard him. The man hath spoken. Now go get 'em...hehehe...

Original Post.

Not that I’ve been away for long. Left the house on Monday morning and only came back late yesterday after busy-bodying myself to a 2-day wedding celebration. we’re still very much in the month of December, remember?

Now this is no ordinary wedding when I would normally wheel in and show my face, get myself completely stuffed, take some pictures with the bride & groom, eat some more before taking off shortly after and you don’t hear anything from the couple again till at least the wife is well into her 5th month of pregnancy. No, nothing like such wedding.

This entry is a dedication or some sort, to the groom. A very dear cousin of mine.

He’s not just a cousin, but someone whom I spent a lot of my childhood days with. This was the guy responsible for getting me into smoking my first puff, which was a stick of JPS stolen from his dad. Back during the internet-less days, he was also the one to first introduced me to the world of porn magazines, which until now I completely have no clue where he got them from.

But he wasn’t just about being a delinquent. Being together on most weekends and school holidays, I was encouraged by him to join in together for Muqaddam recital session, and through the same ustaz, Ustaz Abu Hassan, I was given the lesson of performing solat the proper way in a very early stage. So not all things bad. I remember during the ’86 Mexico World Cup, it was my first time ever to stay up late with him waiting for games. And what do you know, with the adults already very much snoozing away in their rooms, we decided to heat up the wok and cook our own version of fried rice in order to keep ourselves awake. The result was bad but who cares, we dug it anyway. And that was the only time I enjoyed cooking.

Even during my teenage years, we spent quite a lot of weekends together. And come to think of it, he was also the one who introduced me to my first ever girlfriend through a mutual friend. We used to double-date too. Such was our closeness.


Trust me, we went through and did way more than what could ever be published anywhere, let alone a children-friendly blog like the Let’s Go Land. Fuck, no way man.

So anyway, naturally for being closely related, he and his family was there sticking by my side when tragedy struck. When friends came and went, he was there all the time, right from the moment I was sent to the hospital, warded to ICU till the day I was discharged. He was always there for the much-needed moral support.

Forward to 13 years later, he is still the same guy who fed me a bite of Murtabak when I was down and almost buried. After going through heck a lot of failed relationships, eventually he found someone and made up his mind to be with this girl for the rest of his life. Two weeks back, on the 15th, he successfully lafaz akad at one shot and now he’s officially a hubby to a sweet and petite young lady name Elle.

So to the loving couple, Badrul Izhan b. Yeop Abdullah and Suhaila, here’s wishing you both to greater years ahead together. Buckle up!

The pengantin, cousins and more cousins.

Feliz Navidad

Hello fellas!

From the merry land of let's Go, here's wishing my Christian friends

a very Merry X'mas and to the rest, let's gate-crash our neighbour's for

some taste of that succulent roastbeef!

...and happy holidays, y'all!

Klang-Valley (the greatest) Vs kinta-Valley (the rotten pomelos)

And so we met, we bonded, we laughed, we argued, we took photos, argued again and then we laughed some more. That’s how I summed up that evening with Mob the Poster Master, Daphne Ling and her best buddy, Yean Mei, both came all the way from Ipoh just to take some pictures with me & Mob, and not to forget our autographs.

Ok, ok I made that last one up. Both Daph and Yean Mei only wanted my pic and autograph.

So anyway, I cant imagine how dull the meeting would have been without Mob around. He got us all in stitches practically through out the whole sitting. I thought I’d have to play the party clown but you’ve just gotta hand it to him. That’s the real man behind all the no-holds-barred political posters we enjoyed all these while.

It wasn’t much about battle-of-the-sexes evening but more of the Kinta-Valleyans VS the Klang-Valleyans, having a go at each other heads-on in the Middle of some Valley. Without a shadow of a doubt though, we the latter, came out triumphant.

Ok fine, I confess. I made that one up again. There’s no such word as valleyan you could ever find in a dictionary.

We didn’t have a proper dinner as planned but it was a pleasant evening nonetheless. Here’s wishing to more of such lovely evenings in the (near) future.

Yaaaaaaammm…Seeeeennnggggggg…

Tag Brag Fag

I could have done four postings in one day but decided to go with two on Wednesday.

Being a disabled person, I was excited reading about Prof. Dr. Ismail Md Salleh’s appointment to the Dewan Negara that I felt it's mandatory for a crip to say something about it. And since it was a day before Aidl-Adha, I wouldn’t want to be left out in having the raya greeting posted on that very same day either.

And later that night, Shah of TalkOnly messaged me to inform that I have been tagged. Well, I’ve bumped into this particular meme while blog-hopping and somehow I knew it’d reach me sooner or later. Contrary to most bloggers, I like being tagged. Not sure why but I just like it.

So anyway, I was so tempted to brag about whom I met the night before, but decided to save that for the next post instead.

Now lets get down to this tagging thing. Let's Go.

Let's see...

1. Name one person who made you laugh last night.
Homer J Simpson



2. What were you doing at 0800?
Spelunking


3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
Free falling


4. What happened to you in 2006?
Head-butted some guy name Materazzi


5. What was the last thing you said out loud?
"Mmm....ho chak!"


6. How many beverages did you have today?
5. coffee, mineral water, orange drink, coke, air sejuk.

7. What colour is your hairbrush?
I don’t have hair

8. What was the last thing you paid for?
Nasi Kandar


9. Where were you last night?
I was not at any party I swear. I was right there in the library, reading economics.

10. What colour is your front door?
White. Eh wait…I don’t know.


11. Where do you keep your change?
waist-pouch


12. What's the weather like today?
Gloomy


13. What's the best ice-cream flavour?
Double choc.


14. What excites you?
Arsenal’s slick passes. That’s way exciting than looking up a woman’s skirt.


15. Do you want to cut your hair?
Sure. I shave my head weekly.

16. Are you over the age of 25?
Yes. Those below 25 are a bunch of idiots.


17. Do you talk a lot?
Depends.

18. Do you watch the O.C?
No but I do know a few residents of Orange County. Gwen Stefani and Farina Carr

19. Do you know anyone named Steven?
Yes. Steven Ho, the MCA guy, Datuk Paduka Chew’s right-hand man and a neighbour, cant recall his surname.

20. Do you make your own words?
No.


21. Are you a jealous person?
Yes.


22. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter 'A'.
Acciacca2ra

23. Name a friend whose name starts with the letter 'K'.
K. Thuraikumar


24. Who's the first person on your received call list?
Si Kejam


25. What does the last text message you received say?
Are you online?


26. Do you chew on the straw?
Yes, they are chewy. And sometimes I swallow the whole straw


27. Do you have curly hair?
Heck no.


28. What's the next place you're going to?
JKM office.


29. Who's the rudest person in your life?
Kahkahh...I better not start.


30. What was the last thing you ate?
4 pieces of Vadei.


31. Will you get married in the future?
I sure hope so.

32. What was the best movie you've seen in past 2 weeks?
Guess Who?.


33. Is there anyone I like right now?
Yes. William Gallas.


34. When was the last time you did the dishes?
8th February, 1994.

35. Are you currently depressed?
Nope. I’m a happy man, from the Merry Land.


36. Did you cry today?
Hell no.


37. Why did you answer and post this?
Because…because…hey, is that a Tarantula on your freakin' head? *and shwoooshh..Kerp disappears into thin air*


38. Tag 5 people who would do this.
1.Lim Kit Siang
2.Husam Musa
3.A. Kadir Jasin
4.Anwar Ibrahim
5. Future Cheras MP, Mob1900

Ok seriously, I'm tagging 2 friends and they're both below 25. go ahead CD and Tinesh. Have your say, fellas.

Done. So remember guys, don't ever hesitate to include me if you can't figure whom to tag in the future. That's a rather cheap promo but I am sooo okay with it.

Senator to the Rescue

Oh yes, finally its happening. Although after reading it this morning I wondered to myself why they didn't think of this like 5 decades ago, personally I’m grateful enough. Someone from the disabled community has been appointed as senator and so much so to represent the disabled community, so I shouldn’t be bitching about it too much.

Academician Prof. Datuk Dr Ismail Md Salleh (pic), who is visually-challenged took the oath at the Dewan Negara yesterday. He was delighted with the appointment, and I’d say so are we, and I couldn’t think of anyone better than Dr Ismail himself.

All these while our voices were not heard as much but with him around, we sure are cranking up the volume and get those responsible to turn their head and acknowledge that we have our rights too.

But again, why only now, when we’ve had Datuk Jins Samsuddin in the Dewan representing local artistes for ages now. Not that I’m implying anything but didn’t they realize grouses concerning the disabled community have been around since like, the beginning of civilization?

Ok, I’m not gonna push my luck. After all, Dr Ismail has pledged to bring up issues of immediate concern, such as education, job opportunity and facilities for the disabled.

This may come as a surprise to some and news to many but credits should be given when it is due. Private corporations and GLCs have taken up the challenge thrown by the government to employ more persons with disability to work with them. Yea, we’ve had a fairly good and equal opportunity offered from a few corporate companies, and surely more to come.

Facility-wise, though, is still very much lacking. Building structures, and transportation especially needs a great deal of improvement in order to encourage more Persons With Disability(PWD) to come out and to at least rejoin the society. Its more like a first step for things to open up before they start thinking about furthering their studies and eventually get a job. I mean, how in the world for the physically disabled to be independent when one had to go through many obstacles as soon as they steps out of the house?

Sure, with some modifications, some are able to drive their car to classes, workplace and to simply run errands, but still majority of PWDs are not fortunate enough to even own a lousy Kapchai, let alone to ride on one, physically and for various other reasons.

I’m not going to spoil this entry by bitching all the way but its going to be a tough task ahead for Dr. Ismail. On the brighter note, he has Datuk Seri Sharizat Abd Jalil he can count on.

Yes, I’m beginning to like this lady. I wouldn’t mind providing the link to the actual report but I doubt anyone would even bother to click and read it. Can’t really blame anyone, I’m guilty of such unforgivable sin myself.

So anyway, she played an instrumental role in successfully getting the Persons With Disability Bill passed last week. And today, this was what she had to say of the said bill…

“We do not want to have a bill which is nice to look at but can’t be implemented. This is a realistic bill for the disabled.”

Yes, well said. Time to really walk the talk, I say.

In the mean time, MORE POWER to Dr. Ismail Md Salleh!

Aidl-Adha

Salam Aidl Adha, fellas!

The Gas Chamber, LGL-style.

Now before you think you’ve accidentally clicked on a link that leads to Zorro-Unmasked, you’re definitely not. Only that the picture above and idea were stolen from the legendary wise man himself. I haven’t asked Uncle Bernard for his permission because it was way late into the night, so obviously he was…out somewhere chugging on a full keg. Ok I'll sms and inform him now.

Ahh yes…the good Ol’ Mexican Gas Chamber. Numerous faces, of political figures mostly, have tasted the smell of nasty flatus, freshly and voluntarily pressed through, evacuating from anuses. Even one certain chief justice was remanded and deservingly extended his stay for being such an ass.

But this is no Zorro-Unmasked. Its Lets Go Land with a little twist, the LGL style.

Here's the thing. Again. A certain pig-faced moron named Jack asked for it. This is the same shithead who came in here and over-stayed when he was not welcomed in the first place. And being such a stupid son of a cheap-whore he is, all his comments are worth less than a useless turd. Only his mom cost cheaper.

What makes him think I’d graciously take in all his advice is way beyond me. Seriously, who the fuck does he think he is? One thing I am sure of, this wanker's a pathetic loser living a sorry life trying his utmost best minding other people's business.

Seriously, does he actually believe that by telling me off Pinky would really pack up and leave?

Wei Jack the scat-lover, Trust me you faggot, it aint moving. Whatever your deranged mind orders your stinkin’ mouth to say a few words… No, wait. Let it be more than a thousand words, it aint gonna fucking move us.

I would love to believe you’re not that stupid for being a product of nasty inbreeding but my belief dwindles when you turned up again showcasing your extreme stupidity. Seems that you know me more than everyone here as you claimed, when you’ve never met me in the first place. So what are you, a fucking clairvoyant? Nobody knows me more than Pinky herself. Forget it man, shove it all your knowledge about us up your dad’s sodomised ass.

WE KNOW WHO WE ARE, me and Pinky. We don’t need no moral police telling us all the stupid crap we shouldn’t be doing. You can go ahead calling us rude. Fuck that. Coming from you, we couldn’t be bothered. Go eat some dog shit.

Woi Jack bodoh, aku tulis bahasa england ko tak paham sebab ko bodoh. Dengar sini, komen2 ko semua sampah. MULUT KO BAK KUMBAHAN. Jangan pikir apa yang ko tulis boleh ubah hati aku ataupun Pinky, sebab ko tu beruk yang pengecut. Cakap orang takut, cermin diri ko tu dulu. Tengok baik2, selain dari muka macam babi, apa lagi yang ko nampak. Sekarang ni kalau ko ikhlas sangat, macam ko kata ko ni ahli keluarga Pinky, tegur je dia depan muka. Lagipon ko boleh temberang sape ko ni sebenarnya. Tapi tak, sebab ko berhati busuk, dengki dan jealous, tu sebab ko Cuma berani berselindung belakang computer je. Ko kata Pinky tak beradab, habis ko baik sangat? Aku cakap baik2 tapi ko tannak dengar and datang dengan cara kurang ajar. Memang sah mak bapak ko tak ajar ko pon. Wei anjing, tunjukkan diri ko tu. Kalau tak berani tak payah nak sound2 orang lain. Sedar la diri sendiri tu. Apsal ko pengecut sangat nak tegur Pinky?

Lagi sekali aku nak ingatkan ko, apa yang ko tulis takkan buat hati aku dengan Pinky berubah walau seinci.. Sementara tunggu ko untuk perkenalkan diri, jangan harap aku akan tunduk dengan kata2 ko yang berbaur hasad dengki. tak payah nak cakap soal kesopanan, ko tu jaga adab ko. Aku kenal diri aku lebih dari ko yang kuat memandai. Sape diri ko tak penting sebab ko berselindung. Percaya la, aku takkan terkejut beruk walau dari spesis beruk mana ko datang.

So in the mean time, this Jack-ass shit fella will be locked in the chamber and farted on for eternity.

Don’t worry uncle B, this is only a one-off and the chamber wont be hijacked permanently. Unless I am forced to, it shall only be used to stuff in political idiots.

Regrettably, I have to temporarily moderate all comments. But I can assure all friends, you know who you are, who writes in, all comments will be published, un-edited. Never am I running from any truth and hide, but all his words will only dirty this blog, which was supposed to be public friendly. I would not take any chance of tainting LGL with all the shit he vomits, and so the moderation is necessary.

ISA

ISA

Such taboo a word lately. Hop into the sopo blogs and chances are you'll bump into this very word. Not wanting to be left out, I should say my piece too.

So tell me, what in the world is he...Tan Sri Isa Abd Samad up to now days? Its been a while since he was under UMNO's spotlight enjoying money politics.

Oh heck, he could well be under the Teluk Kemang sun instead, with only his swimming trunks on, having fun tanning himself silly.

kahkahh...so cacat.

Flushing Down Another Myth

Its December, and its simply that time of the year again when you get invited to a wedding on every weekends. Yea man, I’ve got like almost weekly. In fact, I attended one way before December began.

Just to flush down another myth, I can’t resist but to highlight on this one particular wedding. The groom was of course, a very close friend of mine, and he’s on a freakin’ wheelchair, taking the plunge with an able-bodied woman. Couldn’t be sweeter than that. The bride’s a nurse so no prize in guessing where they first met.

I was not his best-man for the day but prior to the groom’s side reception, we got closer as the wedding date nears. I was asked to accompany him and his dear wifey to as far as Melacca to extend an invitation to our best friend there, another cacat fella on wheelchair.

And so a week later, the wedding-do took place as planned, just like any other. The dais, kompang, good food, jokers, loud music and all things necessary for wedding events are well equipped. Surprise, surprise, there was no father-in-law creating a scene with a machete in hand and shits like that. His in-laws are receptive-bunch. Nor there was any ambulance on stand-by incase the groom suffers any mental problem and start to go bananas and requires emergency attention from them paramedics to be sent immediately to the nearest nuthouse or something like that. What do you think? He’s on wheelchair for goodness’ sake, and NOT mentally deranged.

Not that I’m trying to prove anything. The picture below tells a thousand story.

And yet I still get this one narrow-minded fool telling otherwise. Whatever dude. Coming from an idiot, don’t ever expect me to take in all the advice and listen to all the crap he has to say. Get bent.

I may not be able to walk but that does not mean I cant love or be loved. Does not mean I can’t earn a living or incapable of protecting my loved ones. And get this, when insulted, don’t expect me to take the kick lying down. We have our rights, and lefts too. If you think I’m an easy prey, then go ahead, just don’t go running back home and tell your dear mommy you were not warned.

My only wish, as everyone may have figured by now, is to get married and God willing, protect her from any harm. In the first place, it is not about who protecting whom. Its never about she takes care of the financial department for being the able-bodied between us. Its not about her doing all the things for me. We’re in it together, obviously its about us, TAKING CARE OF EACH OTHER. Simple as that.

For the record, Tok Mommy was also at the wedding reception.

Apa Khabar, YB?

Forget about the back-page headliners, which I would normally nose-dive to first thing in the morning. For some matters close to the heart, I chose to make today an exception.

Yeah, yeah, so we lost, big deal. Boohoo.

Moving along.

As I picked The Star newspaper today, a picture of an accident victim on the front page caught my attention. It was none other than YB Datuk Paduka Chew Mei Fun, the Parliamentary Secretary for the Women, something something and development Ministry, who was involved in a terrible road mishap last night. I could always provide you with the link to the online news report for your convenience but surely you guys have read it in the newspaper while taking your dump this morning.

Briefly about the unfortunate incident. She was with her men on their way to Kuantan to deliver some aid to the flood victims there when the car they were traveling in skidded and turned turtle. As a result, she had her collarbone fractured while her men were more fortunate to escape with only minor injuries.

Now, why should I give a shit about this YB some may ask. Here’s the thing. Although she’s not exactly the rep for the constituency where I’m residing, I was privileged to get the opportunity to meet her in person and forwarded my grouses recently. Normally when you seek assistance from these people, they’d assure you help is on its way and all the empty-can promises but not Chew. Knowing her busy schedule, it was only natural for her to appoint her right-hand man to take my case, and boy, how amazed I was to see the guy appointed did his job well. He did all the follow-ups necessary to ensure I get the attention from the relevant party involved. And I thought all YBs closes one eye and make fun of the handicapped community. She proved me wrong.

Before you guys have this weird and crrrrrazy idea I’m one of them dickhead cyber-troopers, I am not.

I’ve stated clearly of my political stand but I always have some soft spots reserved for them MCA people for their dedication in handling and dealing with the people, regardless of their race and religion. That Michael Chong fella is a case in point.

As a common citizen, my wish is to live in a better neighborhood. I only see immediate problems as a main cause for concern and MCA have played their parts well. Maybe some have points to counter my claim and I respect that. But don’t you think I deserve some too, for hoping to live in at least a decent environment? I don’t see any wrong in casting my vote for a certain race-based party as long they get their asses down and be with the people more. I judge them on how well they can keep their promises made during election campaigns. And so far, MCA has delivered. Hey, after all, aren’t all the existing political parties a bunch of racist-bigots themselves?

Yeah, a Malay Muslim declaring himself an MCA man. So fucking what? this is Malaysia. No big deal.

To those YBs who licks their superior's rumps for a living. time to switch to Rakyat's asses...


...because, get this... we're the BOSS.

*Here’s anyway, wishing Datuk Paduka Chew Mei Fun a speedy recovery. In the mean time, she has her reliable men she can count on to get the business going.

Tuesday with the Crips

I had meant to get something on the national-level OKU day event posted earlier but a certain dog-rapist steered my mind off of the track a bit.

Ok, Let’s Go then. It was quite a grand celebration. Attended by OKUs of different shapes and sizes, I summed it up the do was well organized by the JKM people and I believe those involved deserve a pat in the back for making the day a great success.

The occasion kicked off at 7.30 when I was still very much under the duvet. What I had wished for came true. The night before, I received a call from Mobiliti to inform the van will only come and pick me up at 9.30.

The good thing about the event was it was not compulsory for anyone to be in the hall all the time. I think those in there are made of bosses from various peer groups, the down-syndrome kids with their carers and family members, volunteers as well as the JKM staffs and officers coming from in and around the Klang Valley area. Those who were not interested with performances and speeches are free to roam about doing their own business outside. Booths selling all stuff cacat were set up and buffet-breakfast was served with several types of sandwiches and cakes to dig in.

Datuk Sri S was on her way up the stage to deliver the year’s most eagerly anticipated speech when me and some of the lads were just about to head down to the smoking section and as a result we completely missed on what she had to say all together. I mean, err… aww shucks. Looks like we have to wait till next year to catch such meaningful speech again. God knows how dissapointed I was I wept some tears of......joy?

So anyway…

I could go on and on but its cold outside that I’m yawning away while writing this. I just feel like getting into bed and nothing else.

Errm, yes, maybe I’ll just stop now. As for the rest of the event, I promise you it was great. Lunch was great, goody-bags were handed out to each and everyone, phone numbers swapped and all things wonderful. And by 1pm it was over.

That’s just about it, a simple and crappy review written by a crappy man from a crappy land.

Yay, bed time. woohoo…

I swear I need some rest.

Pics courtesy of my phone

What's this now?

Now here’s quite an interesting feedback I received since I got my previous entry posted. A very ‘concerned’ someone named jack had left a few comments, which personally I think of a bit unfriendly advice in nature. And he went one step further by telling me I cannot accept facts like I cant make my girl friend happy for being on wheelchair. Maybe because I deleted all his comments the reason for this fella to say such thing.

Don’t worry, buddy. It was an honour to have you dropping by that I should do the next best thing. I’m publishing everything on what you have said here in the front page. You wanted to remind me, so by having all that what you have written, it should serve that very purpose.

So here you have them. Just to remind all friends, these are the exact words he wrote meant for me hoping I'd give second thought concerning my relationship with my girlfriend.

1. betul ke you nak khawin dengan dia? Macam tak padan je...sori.

2. napa u delete i punya comment ha...u tk blh terima yerrrr....sori lah tp itu la hakikatnya...i bkn nk mengutuk u tp u kena lah pikirrrrrr....u sanggup ker bila u kawin ngan girlfriend u girlfriend u akan hidup tersiksa....u mesti nk tgk dia happy kan tp klu girlfriend u kawin ngan u mcm mn lah girlfriend u nk happy...jgn mareeeeee..u memang le happy sentiasa............

3. u ni apa lah....i cuma nk u sedar diri sikit...itu jer....i kesian kan girlfriend u 2...i tau family grilfriend u mesti susah terima u kan...klu terjadi kat family u, u blh terima ker (mesti u tk leh terima)???u sellfish....

4.biar lah girlfriend u 2 kawin ngan org lain...u cari lah pompuan lain...masih tk terlambat lg klu u nk lepaskn girlfriend u 2...pikir-pikir kn laaaaaaaaa

5. bila i baca blog u nie kan,i rasa u nie memang mulut laser..how ur girl can stay wit u?u tk guna ur brain when u talk.u think all people like u..

thank you for all the shitty reminder jack. Now you’ve said your piece, I truly believe it is solely up to me to either accept it or otherwise, no?

Here are some of my points for you to ponder, and it will be up to you too, to put it in your brain or stick to what you believe in. Suits yourself, dude.

We’ve been together for ages that we don’t need no shitty advice especially coming from a stranger.

Oh what do you know. Only one point needed to put things straight.

Tell me, where have I gone wrong to be given such advice from a person who hides behind his anonymity?

How about this, bro. If you are indeed sincere, quit throwing rubbish from your little hide-out. I’m open to criticism and I know where I ‘stand’ but being insulted is totally a different matter all together. Be a man now and reveal yourself. That’s all I’m asking. Thank you.

To all friends, i'm not asking you to agree with me blindly so do point out too where have I gone wrong. I'd be happy to listen to your views too, be it to criticise or to support. Thank you.

Jalan-Jalan Cari Accessibility

Some time back, after watching Jalan-Jalan Cari Makan (JJCM), we decided to head down to one of the restaurants featured in that particular episode for dinner. Looking at the variety of food this said restaurant has to offer in their menu, they’ve successfully attracted pigs to go all the way and try all the stuff out for a reasonable price.

And so with empty stomachs and watering mouths, all of us enthusiastically made our way to that place situated somewhere in Ampang, which is quite a distance for us coming from Kelana Jaya. The thought of their signature roast chicken was the factor we ventured out on that Saturday night and missed international football matches in the process. I mean, one whole succulent grilled masala chicken is worth the night out than to stay home watching a meaningless friendly involving England, right? Right.

But what do we know, the night didn’t turn out as we had planned and hoped for. As we found out, this bloody restaurant which had even Tunku Maria Sabri drooling earlier in the day, was on top of some stupid platform and patrons need to climb up a few flight of steps to get in. And I was like, yay, there goes my chicken, literally up in smoke, and I could only enjoy the smell from afar.

I think if we had summoned the manager or owner or whoever feck was in charge, he or she wouldn’t mind instructing the restaurant workers, waiters, chicken, cooks and car jockeys to help lift me up the freaking steps as Malaysians are caring bunch. But would I like that? Feck NO.

Here’s the thing. Why should I give businesses to restaurants that couldn’t care less for those on wheelchairs? By not providing a more user-friendly environment, like the basic accessible ramps leading to their premises, they are implying that no wheelchair-user would ever patronize their place. In other words, they don’t see the need to fork out a few hundred extra bucks just to provide a lousy ramp that will be rarely used once built. Typical mentality of the Malaysian kind.

Hey, suits you guys then. I take it that these people wants me to take the business some place else, and that’s exactly what they’ll get. Talking about caring Malaysians. Eat my shit, you.

Anyway, I’m not blaming the restaurants solely. I seriously think those JJCM fellas deserve some ticking off themselves. Chair-bound person enjoys eating out too, incase they didn’t know as yet. So it would be of great help if the show could at least include information of that certain place on whether they are accessible for wheelchairs. Personally, I’m not asking for much. All the show host needs to do is to inform the viewers if that particular restaurant is wheelchair-friendly. Otherwise, they can always spare the script from mentioning anything about the premise’s inaccessibility. Simple as that.

I had the chance to tell this right in Tunku Maria’s face last week, but she was all too nice and adorable and cute shit that she was spared from being told off.

Ok not really…here’s an actual account on what transpired that afternoon…

…she was with her sturdy-looking hubby that my balls shrunk and went up inside.

JJCM and Pinky...