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...

Cacat: Party On

World OKU day. Yeah man. Its just around the corner, on the 3rd of December to be precise. I’m not sure if anyone are aware of the existence of such a day. Save yourself from kicking your sorry, sagging butt. I myself have some doubts if any of my own family members have any knowledge that this very day existed.

I have never told anyone. I mean, what if someone comes up to me and start to wish ‘Hey Kerp, happy OKU day, man’.

How the hell am I to respond to that?

Perhaps I’d go something like, ‘Hey, thanks buddy. I'm happy to have damaged my cervical spine and if that's not bad enough, its been a while since I lived a happier life as a fucking handicapped. I'm a happy man, coming all the way from the happy Land. Hooray'.

Or some guy to come up to a hearing-impaired person and wishes him Happy Oku day by using a sign-language, and the deaf guy would simply reply with a middle finger…or two. That’s universal sign-language for us all.

So I guess that’s the very reason I think it isn’t such a big deal even for a quad taking his leak from a chair sitting down like me.

But like any other Annual Days, International Day for Disabled Persons is a cause for celebration. Forums, public discussions and campaigns are held globally focusing on disability issues.

Yawn.

Ok I admit that those are boring stuff but the good people there at Jabatan Kebajikan Masyarakat would normally have something lined-up up their sleeve for the OKU masses, by organizing a National-level do that the disabled people nationwide can participate and start showing off in all the stage-performances arranged for them. So not all things suck.

I’ve attended this annual event yearly since like 4 years back. I know I’ll show my face again without getting involved in anything. Hey, I don’t mind the stage shows you know, as watching the Down Syndrome kids showcasing their talents in dancing can be awe-inspiring, and the food served are normally great, especially if there was no meehoon in sight. With goody bags for each and every one to take home with, its not that bad come to think of it.

Oh wait…hold your horses, fellas. An event without a long, boring speech by the relevant minister invited? That couldn’t possibly be, right? Damn RIGHT. It is just too great to be true. Counting sheep can never be as effective as a long, scripted speech by a certain VIP.

And a bigger, wider YAWN.

I remember the last time out at Berjaya Times Square, a certain Datuk Sri S (not Samy Vellu, neither Syed Keruak nor Soh chin Aun) was yapping away with a crappy, faulty mic that none of the late-comers in the back row could hear a word. And surprise, surprise. I was one of them that at one point I thought if I had arrived a little later, the speech would have ended, and I’d be glad to vote that very moment as the most memorable of the entire event.

As for this year’s do, which will be held at Sunway Pyramid Convention Center, its essential for me to be there for unlike the previous years where I can simply come and go as I please, I’ve got some official duty in hand to get my brain worked on this time around. Unless I act like a retard and lie to Le boss I’m a closet schizophrenic, I may have to sit through out the whole event.

*the local celebration will be held on the 4th, which is on Tuesday next week. So there goes my Mee Rebus Tuesday again.

*Can't seem to find a photo to go with this entry so let's settle with this one below I found deep in the C drive.

Hard-on: Flushing Down the Myth

You know, I wish I could be the blogger who updates his blog on daily basis, with practically every single thing to rant about that the world has to offer. I tried once, but with games, music, downloaded porn vids and awaiting friends on YM, there are just too many distractions in my computer that I abandoned the idea of doing another Rocky.

And being easily distracted, writing a whole article can be quite a task. Sometimes I had to rely on other blogs, by hopping from one to another hoping to find something I can relate to. Once the idea hits, then only I put on my thinking cap and start typing away. The outcome varies. Most were junk-materials but since no one bothers, I shouldn’t too.

So anyway, I noticed in heck a lot of blogs I surfed in, they had lyrics of their favorite songs at least one or two copy&pasted amongst hundreds of their postings. So, not wanting to be the odd one’s out, maybe I should be doing the same thing too.

I’m a huge Ramones fan, one of punk rock pioneers that recorded their first album the same year I was born. They were well-known back then for their anti-establishment ideology that made their way to mainstream masses without being succumbed to the lies and fancies of them blood-sucking recording labels. Commercialism wasn’t part of their plan when they first started and carried on till literally their last breath (all their important members have passed on).

What made them different from others were the way their lyrics went, typically the 3-chord, repeated one-liner. So if I were to write a lyric, It will be very much inspired by their style, but of course with a touch of corny stuff and romanticism. This would be my first ever attempt and it goes something like this,…


I can get a boner,
I can get a boner,
I can get a boner,
I can get a boner...


Chorus

Yes I can get a boner,
Sure I can get a boner,
Trust me I can get a boner,
Yes I can get a boner...


I can get a boner,
I can get a boner,
I can get a boner,
I can get a boner...


Guitar solo

Repeat chorus

Bridge

I don't need no Vs,
Nor Cialis,
And Britney dollies,
Nor penisssssssss...enlaaaarrgerrrrr,
To get the blood pumped in and whooooww whooowww...

Still, I can get a boner,
I can get a boner,
I can get a boner,
I can get a boner,

As long as she spread,
I can get a boner.

I imagine this song to be longer than The Doors' extended version of Light My Fire and Guns & Roses' November Rain just to get the message squeezes through the narrowest of mind.

In the mean time, one myth flushed down. Hooray.

Time to get down to serious business which I haven’t started on at all. Not a single thing. I’m doomed.