Dude, where's your heart?

We are into the 6th day of the year and here I am, back to my dreadful routine, wide awake even at 6am.

When I made my yearly (same old) vow early last week, I could sense it was to remain a mere vow and all the pledges made are doomed to go right down the tube, like it has always been annually when we're only into our 1st gear on the new calendar.

The thing is, I’ve been chided and insulted for the current physical shape I’m in- to put it rather bluntly, super fat.

But who am I to disagree. Been helping myself on the food intake senselessly that the word diet sounds eerily frightful.

I mean, as much I feel the need to lead a healthier lifestyle, here I am sipping on sodas while puffing away my 3rd stick of the hour.

The least I could do now is to support the campaign against IJN’s privatisation from any money-minded corporate fuckers.

You just never know on this sort of things. Even those who are as fit as a fiddle are known to succumb to heart complications (read; Marc Vivien-Foe), what more to a person who has dinner in mind while digging on his lunch.

Nauzubillah, but it could happen to anyone, including yours truly. Painful enough that your heart goes bonkers, the last thing you need is to spend all your life savings to a heartless corporation, and eventually leaves a huge hole in your pocket.

*Now I feel the need to lepak with Mr Rajan more.

New year, same despair

Just to inform everyone that I’m very much alive still, although not quite kicking.

The reason(s) why this blog has been long abandoned is simple. The horrible connection is to blame, which had constantly driven me up the freaking wall lately. I had no choice but to be on borrowed laptop, stolen wireless connection and became a cheapskate yuppie for a few weeks in order to get some of the important work done.

Hope to get back real soon, with no interruption and all that shit.

A big thank you to all on the wonderful New Year’s greetings. Wishing everyone likewise.

Gotta wheel off again. I’m on borrowed machine. Can’t hold her back for too long.

Boinnngggggg…

Done for the year

Enough with the kung-fu shoe thingy. That issue was so last week I’m totally done with it.

Personally, it has been a relatively quiet week and since I don’t have anything good to say, its best to just shut the hell up.

By the way, do not be hoodwinked by the lack of issues concerning the local crips, or in more politically correct term preferably used by the cultured crippled blokes, Persons with Disabilities (PWDs). Not in any circumstances are everything’s fine and dandy in the community. Far from it. I’m just giving it a rest, as I could do with (figuratively) having both feet comfortably up myself.

It’s the holiday season after all. Got myself an enforced break for this week, which is very welcoming. The timing couldn’t be more perfect than now to close the book for this year.

Meanwhile, I shall be loading some ammo to get some shits moving for the new chapter. Till then, I’m outta here.

Salam Maal Hijrah 1430, merry Xmas, merry New Year and blabla.

Di persimpangan jalan

Tidak. Apa yang tertera diatas bukanlah sekeping potret Ayah Pin tetapi gambar sepasang kasut. Sepasang kasut yang dimiliki oleh aku.

Dah agak lama juga kasut tersebut berkhidmat untuk aku. Agak-agak lebih kurang dalam lingkungan 2 tahun.

Detractors aku kata ianya kelihatan seperti kasut ballet. Tipikal homofobik la tu.

Bagi aku, reka bentuknya lebih kelihatan seperti sepasang kasut Kung-fu yang digunakan oleh Jackie Chan dalam wayang gambar Drunken Master.

Apa yang membuatkan aku tertarik pada jenis kasut ni masa mula-mula beli dulu adalah yang pertama, ianya mudah disarung.

Kedua, harganya yang begitu berpatutan dan tidak menjangkaui bajet, atau dalam erti kata lain, murah.

Dan yang ketiga, kasut ni agak ringan, maka ianya tidaklah sesuai untuk dilempar pada muka George W Bush, yang kini bakal menjadi mantan Presiden Amerika Syarikat.

Masa mula-mula dulu memang sesuai jugak aku pakai ke mana-mana majlis; baik yang formal mahupun tidak. Jumpa royalty ke, VVIP ke, pedulik apa, aku tetap pakai kasut cabuk ni.

Tapi sekarang ni aku sendiri rasa dah tiba masanya untuk kasut ni pergi dan digantikan dengan sepasang yang lebih berkualiti.

Aku sedang memikirkan sepasang kasut yang berjenama belang tiga. Ironinya ia jenis kasut berlari. Bukan aku nak lari tetapi keringanannya membuatkan aku berkenan.

Dan kalau aku angkat jugak, ianya berkemungkinan besar akan meninggalkan lubang yang besar didalam dompet aku.

Tapi kalau sebaliknya pula, kemana-mana pergi terpaksalah menggunakan kasut cabuk tersebut sementara menunggu kalau-kalau ada bajet bulanan yang berlebihan.

Ini yang membuatkan aku berada di persimpangan dilemma.

Gardening: blaming on the soil?

I think Md Khir Toyo must have lost his mind to point finger at the new government for not doing much to tackle the landslide problem. Hey, the present gomen may not be the best there is but blaming a government that’s barely 10 months into the office actually reflects the true colour of the previous one instead. The former MB might have been grilled well by the press to conveniently put the blame on others and find the easiest way out. Come on, he was at the helm for many years and he is trying to say that his admin played no part in issuing approvals for any of the on-going hill slope projects? I may not have the facts with me but only stupid fools can’t smell the story he has cooked up. Oh well, screw him anyway.

The reality is, when there’s big money involved, enforcement goes straight down the drain. No, money isn’t the main issue here. Developers are business-minded people and they wouldn’t care any less to be accused of practising greed from their part.

I think the frailty of enforcement has been the root cause of it all. Not restricted to hill slope development for weird reason needs not to abide by certain guidelines, even new residential buildings that are not disabled friendly are given the green light to operate. And what happened to a certain building by laws that stated clearly new buildings are compulsory to provide facilities for the disabled? If enforcement had been strictly carried out, not even a ridiculous amount of money can break the law.

I’m blaming solely on the lack of enforcement that causes many lives lost. Equally, condo residents with disability are not spared from this irresponsible act by the agencies concerned.

Until they buck the fuck up, many others will fall victims due to feeble enforcement.

Another day and another tag

Time to get another tag done, courtesy of Shah of the TalkOnly fame.

By the way Bro, this is the umpteenth time you passed it on to me. Cant remember if I had ever returned you the favour but mark my word, you’re on top of the list whenever the next one make its round.

Kahkah…

Alrighty, lets see whatever hell there is to be done here…


1. Do you think you’re hot?

Smokin’.

2. Upload a favourite picture of you.




3. Why do you like the picture?

Seen here with the people I can always count on. There are occasions when you can tell some friends are best described as mere acquaintance. The two lads on wheels have shown time and again what friendship is all about. They’d wheel with you through thick and thin.

The odd one out by the way is my cousin but we’re more like brothers.

4. When was the last time you ate pizza?

Two weeks ago. I could have had something else but I was alone on this; the majority flexes their muscle and it was a landslide victory for Pizza Hut over Kayu- which garnered only ONE vote.

5. The last song you listened to.

A Halim’s Kisah dan Tauladan. This has nothing to do with the lip-smacking ayam golek Pak Halim I gobbled down last Sunday.

6. What are you doing right now.

Getting down to this damn thing.

7. What name would you prefer besides yours?

Fab Max. That’s like the coolest name ever to be given to any mankind. Something like Rocco Siffredi or Frank Zappa but way, way sleeker. Its like, you don’t need a licence to carry around a gun if your name is Fab Max. Only hunks (like me) are entitled to have this name written on his I.C, y'know.


There you have it. Now for the fun part. I think we are required to tag another two person to keep this tag going.

Cikgu Nazir is definitely one, because in a way he ASKED for it…kihkihhh…

And Ridzzy…Ridzzy the snake charmer. He’s relatively new in the blogging business I thought it’d be fitting to get him do this for the first time.

IDD 2008; time to sit back & chill

Hey, if you guys didn’t know yet, it’s the International Day of Persons with Disabilities today. I didn’t realise it myself until the clock hit 12 some hours ago.

Usually I’d get excited over this very day. Well, not as excited as anticipating Hari Raya or something to that extent but for the past 5-6 years I’ve never missed the national level celebration.

Take away the long, useless speech from the minister and you get a joyous occasion worth celebrating.

Not this year however. When I informed my wheel buddy that he wont be seeing my face for this year’s do, i was straight away accused of being fussy and selective towards the venue where it will be held.

He’s got a point. Unlike previous years when the celebration was normally being held at fancy malls such as the berjaya Times Square and most recently Sunway Pyramid, this time around (today) the shindig shifted to Pusat Latihan where obviously having fun is something remotely possible.

Maybe he was close but that’s not quite the reason, so still no Gran Havana Punch.

I decided to skip this year as a sign of protest. No prize in guessing why. I anticipated this year’s going to be the same old affair picked up from the last. Pledges will be made, more talks and it all ends there when the minister leaves the hall.

Then the day will be officially over once goody-bags were distributed to all participants. Tell me something new.

Unless something is done that could significantly help the community all over the country, I’m staying away while at the same time take more shots at the authorities concerned.

Maybe I’m alone on this that it can barely move a feather but at least I get to do what matters to life most; get one of the works done tomorrow and earn extra cash by the end of the week.

Till the next one (Dec 3) comes along; Happy whatever day!