Another Tag: I'm a Tagoholic

A brand new month and another tag. That makes it 2 on the trot. This time I was tagged by The Constantly Dramatic One. Went to her blog to see what it was all about and thought it'd be fun to try it out.

Honestly, I love tags, especially the ones that don’t require much thinking to get it done. And since I don’t usually post anything on weekends, this fits perfectly as a filler and should add to a good upcoming weekend.

Ok here we go then.

1) Answer the questions below

2) Take each answer and type it into Photobucket

3) Take any picture from the results

What is your occupation?

But what I aspire to become is...

cum

And eventually

2. What is your mother's name?

3. What kind of car do you drive?

4. What kind of car do you want to drive?

5. What do you like to do in your spare time?

6.what thing do you collect?

7.what is your father’s first name?

8.describe your mood right now

9. what is your biggest fear?

10. Favourite word?

So there you have it. Exellente. Quite an interesting tag-post to kick-start the new month with. Time to pass this on to miss Sandra Teh and Puan Farina Carr. Try it out ladies...Its fun.

Tagged: What's Muhibbah To You?

This tag was started by the legendary A Voice, of Another Brick In The Wall fame and was passed on and eventually reached the Let’s Go Land, tagged by Cikgu Nazir of Kata Tak Nak.

I’m flattered to have been picked by Cikgu to say my piece on this subject about Muhibbah. I am not sure how to put it into words but it is commonly used in adverts obviously to promote unity amongst the many races here in our beloved nation.

It really should be like this in our modern Malaysia. Making friends comes from the heart. You befriend a certain someone based on him as a person first, his skin color comes never.

Living in a multiracial, multicultural society and shit, its only odd that when your friends all are of the same color. You know there’s something wrong with you then. That means you’re being choosy. Or simply you don’t mix much. When you don’t mix much that could mean either your workplace are the type that employs the preferred race for whatever reason I don’t know, or you’re simply a pig.

Having said that, The spirit of Muhibbah should happen when you least expected it. It should come naturally without you nor the company you’re with consisting of different races were even aware of very that. It comes from the heart and not just to show off for the sake of promoting some Tourism Year.

Now days, when a malay chap has an Indian best friend for example, those fellas tend to proudly make this a big issue by telling the world In Malaysia, everyone mix freely with different races. Why the need for that? Can’t it simply be like in Malaysia, everyone lives peacefully. PERIOD.

Racial unity mustn’t be made a big deal in pulling in foreign tourists. By including that in travel brochures we are in a way telling the world we’re guilty of racism ourselves. We’re a civilized society for goodness sake. We’ve gained our independence more than 50 years now that anything racial in nature should have been buried like decades ago.

Let me stress on this again. Muhibbah is about a group of people from different races sitting around having a meal, enjoying each other’s company and laugh their asses off together WITHOUT making such a big deal out of it.

I’ve said my piece. Time to hear from Mr Anfield Devotee and Tuan Zakhir to have their say. Take it away, fellas.

Update:

I saw a pic in the newspaper today of one chinese fella, a malay bloke (arwah) and an indian chap having some fun together in sunny Spain some years back. And now they're all (2 of them) in deep shit together. If that wasn't Muhibbah enough, I don't know what else.

Witch Doctor?

It has been more than three weeks since Sharlinie Mohd Nashar went missing. All efforts in searching for her had so far been futile.

With everyone joining in the search party, we saw sometime earlier last week even the bomohs or spiritual healer being roped in in finding Ninie. After some rituals and abra cadabras, they predicted the girl would be found in a matter of one week. I don’t know if its already been a week and time for Ninie to make her reappearance, as foreseen by the bomohs but I’m a little skeptical about all these nandrem shenanigans, especially how the ritual was conducted.

Don’t get me wrong. I am all for every effort in finding the missing Ninie. Whatever it takes to bring her back, I’m all for it. But being someone with many experience as far as bomoh goes, it takes more than just some weird ritual process to convince me a missing person could be found by pulling her out of a hat. Who am I to check on their dateline but really, the one-week period they gave will be up in a couple of days and the only way to turn a skeptic into an instant optimist, Ninie is to be back by Tuesday. And in this case, I would love to be proven wrong and them clairvoyants can come and shove all my words back into my mouth.

Looking at the bigger picture, I don’t give a shit if the bomohs had predicted it wrongly as long the girl comes home safely to her beloved family. Be it a week, a month or even a year if that’s how long it may take, what matters the most is this episode ends on a happy note.

However, the bomoh’s (in)ability will be in question. Sure they’ve tried and that was better than doing nothing but by having such prediction has put Ninie’s parents in high hopes and could crush their hearts and adds more to their pain if them shamans had predicted wrongly.

Seriously, I used to be a great believer of spiritual healing. Right after I was discharged from ICU into the normal ward, my relatives been coming in drove just to take me to see bomoh this and medium that.

Not wanting to be a freakin' cacat my lifetime, I tried all that was recommended. Over thousands of my parents’ savings were spent hoping I would be able to walk again. thousand of bucks spent just to get my face spat on with a spelt water. Thousands spent just to get rid of ‘evil spirit’ I had supposedly stepped on the night before the accident, out through my left toe.

All these after we were promised all the goody shit that I’d be walking again in a week, or as one so-called ‘ustaz’ promised, 44 days for whatever fuck the weird reason was. After more than what, 400 over bomohs and almost choked myself to death inhaling kemenyan smoke, I am still very much on, guess what? My freakin' wheelchair!

Sure, I came across a few honest ones but sadly these conmen totally outnumbered them.

I am not applying all the examples above to those guys whom I’m sure are chipping in their bits for the sake of Ninie’s safe return but don’t blame me either if I believed the ritual taken place last week was fake and merely a gimmick.

Again, prove me my skepticism is unfounded. But until she is found as envisaged by these bunch of people-bomoh, shaman, clairvoyant, hoaxer, medium, pawang,…they shall all remain in my book of mythical Tamar Jalis tale.

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Oh hey, now here’s one healer who aint a witch but a real doctor, with a recognized medical background. I received a call from a blogger buddy, Shah Cakapaje on Saturday morning asking if I was available to meet up on that afternoon. A certain doctor from Melacca was in town and had hoped to meet us. Even if I was not free on that day I’d sure to make it so in order to meet him in person. I mean, he is none other than Doc Tokasid himself, why should I not?

We made our way to the meeting point at Kayu Nasi Kandar Restaurant and spent 3 hours of catching up with each other. Time does fly when you’re having fun and in that short 3 hours of meeting, I discovered Tokasid is in fact, a 'spiritual healer' himself. When you’re down, give him a ring and he’ll sure to lift your spirits up.

2-thumbs up to both, DocTA for taking his time off of his busy family schedule here and Shah for the wonderful lunch.

Aku, Pak Doc & Pak Bilal. The pic was rather dark but you get the idea.

Smut Inside

Sexuality and Virility, that’s the theme will be about in the upcoming symposium which will be held in a couple of months time somewhere in, where else but Kuala Lumpur.

Perwira K9 organized a press conference which took place at Saloma Bistro earlier yesterday in hoping to spread the word around regarding the said symposium, which will be conducted by a well-known sexual therapist from India whom I've never heard about. Crips with spinal cord injuries especially will be thronging the conference and get themselves tuned-in and turned-on for a better understanding on this very issue.

In yesterday’s event however, the press people were briefed by Dr Hjh Asiah Ibrahim, Head of Rehabilitation Medicine, HKL on the seriousness of this matter which gravely concerns people with spinal cord injury. Admittedly it is a common but serious problem that we have to deal with but never really openly talked about it for obvious reason. We’re Asians and shit. And we’re supposed to be a goody-goody holier-than-thou asexual. Or a conservative lot that sex is such a taboo and disgusting word we must never utter it anywhere in this region. So lets settle for fuck instead, kids.

So anyway, the good doc explained the whole thing using such complicated medical terms that my brain couldn’t make out what she was blabbering about. Without elaborating much I gather the reason why we’re facing with such predicament is because, immediately after a person injures his spinal cord, his nerves will go haywire. Since the central nervous system (situated in-between the brain and spinal cord) works as a sensory signal sender, once damaged, the signal is cut off, thus stops any information from reaching the brain. So all the sensations from the sensitive parts like the skin and a certain organ especially, when sent, the messages are mostly undelivered.

Or something like that. Shit, I’m confused myself.

But what I was trying to say is, guys with an injured spine may not be able to get a hard-on as good as before. Don’t get me wrong. It can still function but with a proper guidance from the experts, the patient can be as potent as a natural goal-scorer.

I’m not good at describing this whole shebang thing but there are so many things that not just the public, but even all of us paras and quads still have a lot to learn about. Besides, I wouldn’t want to be misconstrued by a certain quarter or a monkey into thinking either I can’t do it or worse, that I have done it.

Nonetheless all those presence collectively agreed that there’s nothing porn about it and should be addressed to as far as health is concerned, right from the roots of the problem.

There’s always a solution to every illness and mostly are curable. There’s modern medication. Then the alternative/traditional treatments and aphrodisiacs are available practically all over the world. And not to forget there’s the blow-up dolls too.

In this case, the upcoming symposium could be a newly-discovered option for married couples who either one or both are chair-bound seeking some blissful happy-hour. Ultimately this would put a smile on their respective partner’s faces and to live happily ever after till of course...one of them cheats.

Just screw up. We all know its fine.

Game On

In case nobody was aware of the on-going 4th Asean Para Games, surprise, surprise then. Its very much in the thick of the action since Sunday.

Kudos to the host-country, and their band of organizers for giving their best in ensuring all 960 disabled athletes from 11 countries to feel very much welcomed. To quote from one of the organizing committee, they built new sports complexes with facilities suitable for disabled athletes.

There you go. That’s equal opportunity at it’s finest. When developer builds a sport or residential complex for instance, it has to be accessible to people from all walks of life. Either that or their company license should be revoked, let alone getting the CF approved. Sadly, that has yet to happen here in our beloved nation.

Oh, ok back to Korat.

I’ve got many friends participating this time around. Apart from the newly-acquainted CP fellas I met recently, our national basketball players are mostly made of fellow K9ers. It’s amazing that, some of them were even fellow ward mates, struggling and went through pain, depression together, bounced back together and now going places together.

Then there was the wheelchair tennis player. Yati (her real name) damaged her thoracic spine some ten years ago in a road mishap as a result from her then fiance’s negligence. That fella escaped with only minor injury and after barely 3 months waiting for the girl to recuperate, he decided to move on leaving the poor lass with a shattered heart and spine.

Unlike her ex, the little courage she found to move on was admirable. With a battered heart and soul she decided to get on with life anyway. She was still picking up the pieces when another tragedy struck. Her parents left the world in a space of one week. It was a double blow some sort of. But the setbacks didn’t stop her from getting back on her 2-wheels. She managed to pull through and run-over her trouble with her set of wheelchair and went on to become a national sportswoman, proudly representing Malaysia.

I believe all the Malaysian participants had in some ways a story to tell behind their success. Their resilience to be where they are today is second to none.

When there’s a wheel then there sure are some ways. Seriously man, this saying couldn’t be more apt.

Best wishes to all our athletes.

Hey, Pablo...!

An intermission. Will be back in a jiffy.

Moderation mode has been enabled temporarily. A low-life good-for-nothing monkey made his reappearance over the weekend making the usual remarks full of bullshit.

In the mean time, enjoy this video by stand-up comedian Pablo Francisco. Look at how amazing this guy can do with his voice. Just need to crank up the volume a little bit and you're good to go.

Smell ya later.

Ramp-it

Ok here we go.

Hello. So here are the pics (below) of the two makeshift ramps that I’ve been relentlessly bitching about. Nice?

The idea is to cut and flatten some of the tiles. Since its going to be some minor renovation and not an EXTENTION, the planned end-product will not take any extra space on their precious alleyway. Not even an inch. That’s it.

Really, I need those ramps badly. Its simply for convenient purposes.

Why we don’t permanently place the makeshift wooden ramps at its respective curb is, for some strange reason, my niece & nephew and their neighbourhood homeys finds it exciting to stomp hard on the frail-looking ramps. Weird kids. As it is now, cracks can easily be spotted on both.

But what actually pisses me off is the management seems to do absolutely nothing about it. Ok, so let’s say its quite affordable and I can fund the project by forking it out from my own wallet, I still need to seek the management or whoever fuck’s approval to start the construction going. But even that, I find it hard to get any of their attention. Maybe they don’t find it practical for majority residents. Or perhaps they thought I’m just a nobody-on-wheelchair slob, they can simply play dumb.

Now this is where the politicians should come in and play their role and not just to act dumb either. My request is for them to get their asses down here and order the management to quit the shit from playing their dumb game and get the ramps done. That’s all. I don’t need any of their money but their power.

Sadly, none have come forward and show they care. Even if they don’t, they can always put on their fake concern ugly face for all I care, juuuusssssssst…

…GET…THE…FUCKING…RAMPS…DONE, you idiot.