Visiting The Hospital Is Becoming The Routine.

Yesterday went to the hospital to visit an uncle who is in the ICU due to the colon cancer. He had a major operation on Wednesday to take out one foot of his big stomach. So I figure yesterday was a good day to visit, so that he can rest and recuperate.

On the way it reminds me of my auntie who had the same operation about two months ago. Actually she was supposedly to undergo the operation much earlier, but it has to be postponed as the doctors found out that her heart has some blockage. Three arteries if I am not mistaken.

So they had to send her to IJN and have her heart repaired. Then when she had recovered, they had the surgery to remove her colon cancer. I did not asked to what extent her intestine or stomach was taken out. I do not know, but hearing those stories makes my guts turns upside down. (Hehehe... I wanted to be a hired killer at one time. Funny to think that a hired killer can be effected adversely by the sight of blood or something gory! I guess that is why I never pursue that career.)

Thank Allah almighty, she is well now, and actually left the hospital three days after the surgery. So I was comparing the situation. My auntie, went to a government hospital, and she left after three days. My uncle went to a private hospital, and he is still in ICU! Erm... all those double standard ideas rushed to my head.


So, when I reached the hospital where my uncle is, I went straight to the ICU and looked for him. There he was, just like the sight that I imagine would be. Groaning in pain..... I hate ICUs. In one corner I saw a new born baby, I can see he/she breaths with the help of a respiratory machine. I can see the heart beating fast.......

Back to my uncle. His heart was actually beating at an average of 130 per minute. Apparently the day before it was averaging at 145 per minute. At this rate, his heart will fail him. They have to operate him fast as his cancer was at a late stage, thus they did not do anything for the heart. It seems as we get older our heart has more issues.

My assumption that government hospital send back their patient early is not true. I apologise to all the people that I unintentially condemn. And my assumption that private hospital holds back their patients as long as possible to make more money is also not true. I also apologise. I salute and thank you all, may Allah show your cause to be just and be of great service to all mankind. (Of course they are black sheeps in any community.)

It has become a norm for me lately to go to the hospital to see the old folks sick or dying. The feeling is something that I cannot describe. How do you tell an uncle, he is dying. All you can do is whisper, that we will pray for the best from Allah.

Take care of our body now, and maybe we will not have to go thru all those sufferings. I pray to Allah that we all shall be spared for any sufferings for all the sins we have done. Ameen.

My confession - Girlfriends.

I have to get this thing off my chest. I do need opinion, honest sincere opinion. I realized that as a human being, I have always thought that I am right for most of the things I did. There are times I admit when I am wrong.

First and foremost, in my whole life I have fallen in love five times. Is that something that is too much, and I am considered a Casanova? Yes I do not deny that I still love all five of them. But to what degree only I know. To say that I love all of them the same, then I am a liar. Of course I have my favorite!

Is it not normal for a person, to fall in love and will always love the other party? I can understand, when you thought you fall in love, then you realize the other party is a jerk or not suitable for you, and you break off your relationship. Then I can say, you stop loving the other person.

But what if you break off due to circumstances, different religion, or parents’ intervention or even due to wrong timing? Nothing got to do with both of you. Both of you were so in love…. then how? Your love died when you find another person in your life? Then sorry I have to say this…. your love was never true!

Yes my views might be wrong. So maybe some of you that is wise may share your opinion with me.

One last question, for a person that had sex with five different women throughout their life, is he considered a Casanova?

Japanese Buffet - A wonderful experience.

I am not a Japanese food enthusiastic. Maybe I have eaten Japanese food in a few restaurants. In fact I had a very bad experience eating Japanese cuisine in one of the leading hotel in Petaling Jaya. The food does not go well with my weak stomach.

About two weeks ago I had the opportunity to eat in Japanese restaurant in Wisma UOA, buffet style. I had eaten before in a Japanese restaurant beside Menara Telekom. At RM 19.90 on a Tuesday of the week if I am not mistaken and buffet style, it was a bargain. The food was comparatively ok to my standard.

So when I went to eat at Wisma UOA I was expecting about the same experience, even though the price was about RM 39 ++ for the lunch buffet. Lunch begins at 12 noon, ends at 2 30 pm, if I am not mistaken.

(By now, I think some of you readers have realized that I am very bad when it comes to names. Even peoples’ name, I tend to forget easily. So it is not surprising that I cannot even remember streets name. Imagine me trying to show the way to a certain location, “ You go three blocks, then you will see a fire station, turn left, and go another half a kilometer, then you will see a junction, then you look for a mosque on your right….. Ermm anyone out there just like me??)

Back to the Japanese food story. This place (hehehe… yes I forgot its name!) the ambience was just ok. And the patrons were mostly Japanese! At least it was, when I was there a few weeks ago. I do feel that I was not in Malaysia when I entered the restaurant. Even had a tough time communicating with the waiters there. That is a minus point.

As usual I browsed thru the foods first. I find the choices are amazing. As I am not a fan of those raw Japanese foods, I went for more that is familiar to my taste bud. One can find lamb, crabs, prawns, fish, duck and of course chicken. So I took a small portion of each to sample. It tasted different but palatable to me. Surprisingly most of it was very tasty.

There were too many dishes that I did not even get to sample those so called Japanese food. Of course they have fruits. Locals unfortunately, or are our fruits the same as the Japanese? As I am an ice cream lover…. It just made my day, when they have a selection of ice cream, but they do not have toppings! Ermm….

Overall, I would recommend that you should at least try it out once. Me, I have to avoid that “green” thing. That can cause a major upset to my weak stomach. Don’t ask me the names of the Japanese foods. I can only remember “California Roll”…….

P/S: Went surfing and got the name…. Saisaki Japanese Buffet Restaurant.

End Of My World.....

My life is passing by like a bullet train..... Whoooooosh...

First when it rains it really pours.... Now I realised that my abode has so many holes in the roofs that it gets really flooded inside!

See ... I am trying to picture the shit I am in lately.

So what shall I do? Yes, I think I will get laid.... soon really soon.... Yeah when I get stuck.... all I can think of is to get laid.....

Dang! Or is it bloody Monday syndrome??? Whatever it is..... I can already smell the kittys. Pardon me ladies.... get out off my way today.....

Cause I am farked up, and I need one....... Ermmm.....

Sacred Love

I thought I fell in love when I was 7 years old. There was this cute girl in my class, and she was so nice to me. No one was ever nice to me then. Later, I learned that that was not love. It was caring from another human to another human.....

So much later I learned that love is sacred...... Love is great.... Love is not for one that freely gives it away .... Once love is given, it is there forever, never to be taken back....

Well, it seems that my view is wrong.

Even after the sacred vows of marriage, love can be broken.... it seems.

But until today, I still believe that once I said those magical words "I love you", it is meant to be with the owner till forever.....

So to those that has never and will never understand me, I dont take back my love. Nor do my love died along the way. Once I love someone, I will love them forever....... But my love, is only for the chosen few. And if someone expect me to stop loving these people, I CANNOT LIE, but to TELL THE TRUTH..... I will always love them.

The truth.

What is the truth?

I have always wondered.

I remembered the story of a boy got caught stealing food as he was very hungry. Was it that everybody wanted to punish him severely? Then somebody came and told all of them something like this, "You may punish the boy, but the one that can punish him must be someone that have never stolen....".

So I was just merely thinking..... why do I make so much fuss when someone is not telling me the truth? I would like to know, is there anybody out there that has never lied in his/her life time?

However, I am still adamant that one must not lie. Then again, it cross my mind, is telling the truth nothing but the truth is the best policy?

And then, there is the question, what is considered a lie? What is half truth? Is there such thing as half truth? Or the degree of the lie or truth??? Ermm... I am perplex...

Now I am wondering, when is someone considered to be a liar? I guess all of us is a liar, at one time or another? That reminds me what the old folks tried to tell me when I was much younger.... pointing a finger to accuse a person he is a liar.... there are at least three more of your own fingers pointing at yourself!

Why dont life have a clear line to differentiate the negative and positive attributes? Like the devil and angel. We human being is the one that is blur, right smack inbetween them. Sometimes we are an angel and sometimes we can be the devil!........

KH

So, what would you like to change or reverse in your lifetime if you
could make changes ?

1) To go to Haj with my late father when I was requested to do so by him. It happened he passed away then.

2) To marry my girlfriend.

3) To finish my double degree.

4) To be able to live a simple life in my village. Or some other remote village.

5) To be able to skip those dark and crazy years of drugs and booze.

6) To be able to be on time when sending my mother to the airport when she went to Mekah. Yes, she passed away the next day.... and I was late, and could only see her walked into the immigration area. My mother passed away much later then my father. She went to the holy land every year, since my father passed away there.

7) To be close to my Maker and understand my religion since I am young.

8) To die young??? Then I would not have all these guilts.........

There you go KH.

Have a great life.

When it rain it pours.....

Looks like it is going to be a tough month. Billing and collection is way below target. The boss is edgy....

The projects to be hand over today is delayed. Tomorrow morning the whole team will be farked by the customer. TPC with DBKL is in the morning too...... So I got to split myslef into two.... I just cant let my team got farked... I have to be with them....

Issues with the Ministry is still not resolved. Hopefully when we meet the minister next Thursday, issues can be resolved. Some how I have the feeling, even my boss will be farked this time!

And that pain in the arse is still there...... Still trying to find ways to "kill" that company.... Why do I feel I am the one who will be the sacrificial lamb???

Thank God, tomorrow is Friday!!! Erm does it make a difference?? I guess not......

I resigned this morning?

Wow, my boss caught me off guard this morning. We went to see the mayor of KL on some business matters.

After introducing ourselfs, my boss told the mayor, "My colleague, DG, formerly worked with me and now has resigned and work on his own". I was taken aback for a while. That was not in the "script" that we had rehearse........

I guess there is always the first for me..... I have not been fired... but has resigned, where in actual fact I am still working for my boss. A good story line for a Hindi movie.

I am in a foul mood.

MyDin Subang Jaya

I have been to MyDin Superstore in Kota Bahru, Jalan Masjid India, near Kota Raya and in Klang. Most of the goods sold are cheap and I would consider a good bargain.

However, I hate the ambience. Yes I actually do not find the aisle roomy enough. The crowd was always thick. I am there purely for the bargain price.

So when people told me about the biggest MyDin in Subang Jaya, I decided to take a look last Saturday. Went there about 4 pm. It is near Giant Subang Jaya. Very easy to find, minus the jam.

A surprise awaits me..... the building is huge and modern. More surprises for me.... as I went into the parking area, I noticed a signboard, "Valet Parking RM 2". Ermm... worth it, I do not have to go around looking for parking.

I went into the building, it is very spacious. Lots of small retail outlet, eateries and food court. It does impress me. The concept is similar to the other superstore.

I like the ambience. The aisle is roomy and the items are easy to find. Even with the big crowd, one does not feel packed like sardine. Of course, the prices are a bargain, even compared to the other superstores.

More surprises...... You get two for one. Apparently on the 2nd level, it is meant for bulk purchases. Yes, more saving if one buys in bulk! No need membership card. One will be amaze with the varities of goods and products available.

What can I say, other than that this home grown business proofs that locals can compete with the imported superstores giants.

As I walked to the valet to pick up my car, I cannot help feeling good. There is still a chance for ordinary Malaysian to make it big locally. When I see darkness Allah shines some light into my soul, alhamduLillah!

An old friend.

I first knew him about 10 years ago. Was looking for one bad and really mean boss. Why? That is another story. Remind me to write about it.

For about half a year he became my boss. I was supposedly be working for him for 3 months. Somehow, he extended my contract. The job was similar to an odd job labourer. I did everything.

Driver, bodyguard, runner, lecturer, office boy, technician etc. That was the time, I began to rub shoulders with the Datos and Tan Sris. That again is another story.

So my ex boss retired about 5 years ago. I see or called him every now and then. Somehow, with my new job for the last two years, I lost contact with him. Last week as I was going thru my phone name list, I saw his name. Pushed the button, just to check if the number was still active......

Him: Hello! Wa long time you have not called me.....
Me : Hi.. sorry la, have been busy with the new job ....
Him: So when can we meet.... it is definitely have been very long...
Me : Sure, I have not met you for quiet some times....

And we talk about some old stuff. He still sounds the same..... I hanged up promising to meet him soon.

However, the next day he called..... He sounds different.

Him: Hello DG, you know, as a pensioner, life is so lonely??.....
Me: Hey, I would pay a lot to be one (Jokingly).....
Him: It is killing me.... I feel so damn lonely....

And we talked some more. Again I promised to see him soon.

Yup, the next day he called me again...... so I made an appointment to see him that day. It was last Wednesday. He does sounds weird.

At the arranged time I was at the promised place. From far I looked at him. Oh my God, he is so thin. Not the same man I last saw about two years ago.

I called out to him, and he still recognised me. He told me I have grown on the waistline. We went to a nearby coffee shop. I ordered the drinks, and we sat. Politely I asked him, why he lost so much weight? He told me, for the past few months he couldn't eat.

He told me he was so lonely. I asked about his wife, and then his kids. He told me all of them are ok. I was about to asked him, why is he lonely..... when I saw him in a trance like mode. I called him.... about 6 times. I called him slowly, sensing something was not right. His eyes was filled with tears, and he was in a trance like motion for about 5 minutes.......

Then suddenly, he snapped out from whatever mode he was in. He asked me, if I called him that day. I reminded him, that he called me. Then he apologise to me, saying that he cannot remember why I am there to meet him. He said, he thought I am a taxi driver having conversation with him. Then he repeated what ever he said for more than 5 times.....

He kept on how lonely it is being a pensioner. I kept telling him, to keep on reading. Read whatever, newspaper, books anything. I remembered the mind (brain) if kept idle too long, it does wanders off on its own.... I forgot what was the scientific phrase....

We part about an hour later. All along, he was repeating, whatever he said, as though he has not said it before, whereas, he just said it a few minutes earlier.

The next day, he called me again. He told me how he really appreciate me visiting him. He told me, it is good if I can visit him in another 3 or 4 months. I told him, I will. I told myself to visit him earlier. As early as possible.

In that conversation, he told me. I am his only friend. It seems none of his friends called or visited him after his pension. He is an old friend. A lonely old friend. Within my limits, I will be there as a friend... a true friend.

Not a friend only when he was in power. But a true friend when one is reaching the end of one's journey. InsyAllah, let us all be friends till forever........

I like watching.

Hey I managed to see "Ghost Rider", "In Search Of HappYness" and "Babel" at one go!



Ghost Rider.

My kind of story. I like the chopper. I like the burning chopper.

Now they say the PS2 game is out. Got to get one...... from the makers of Gods of War.


In Search Of HappYness.

This one is a "Malay" movie. Fell, the ladder hit you.... again and again.......


Babel.

Highlights of the movie. A boy (10 years old?) masturbating. A dumb and deaf young lady, naked. A Brad Pitt.


So what you all expect? Me making you all pissed off by telling the story line?? Hehehe... not me!

My visit to the little hospital.

Yesterday evening I had the opportunity to visit the children's wing of KL hospital. Let me gloat a lot! I (notice the word I!) was escorting the Minister of Federal Territories to donate a dialysis machine to the hospital.

Actually, my boss donated some goodies to be given to the sick kids thru Yayasan Wilayah Persekutuan, of which the minister is the chairperson. So I have to escort my boss........

Well, what I want to highlight to all of us, especially myself, from time to time, we have to visit the hospital. Even if we do not have anobody to visit. It is like going to the cemetery, just to remind our days are numbered......

Looking at those babies and kids, with all sorts of sickness, it just makes you feel how valuable your health is. For all the miseries that I have to go thru doing my work everyday, I think those kids suffers more. Looking at their fragile body, with all those gadget, tubes and needle pricking into their tiny limbs...... Oh Allah, compared to mine, their sufferings are greater.

I pray that all the sufferings should be lessen or end as soon as possible....... Yet you can see and sense what the parents' are going thru. How does one, go thru the dying process of their own kids.....???

I pray and hope that each one of us, will try to make a difference, to minimise the sufferings of our less fortunate brothers and sisters...... Do what we can. It may be a simple gesture of smiling and listening to their suffering, or even up to sponsoring life savings equipment costing thousands of Ringgit.

May Allah bless us all. InsyAllah.

Tagged by Nour : 6 Weird things about me.

This one is tough, let me ponder.......

1) Ever since I was young, I do not feel sad and do not know how to cry, when someone passed away. I remembered someone close to me passed away when I was 10 years old. He was my cousin age 7. Everyone was crying and bawling, especially his parents. Me, I just stood there, do not know what to do. When it is time to see him for the last time, I just watched.

After that, it was all the same when I attended a funeral. Somehow, I do not feel sad for the demise. I do feel sad for those that was left behind. Even when my own parents passed away, I do not feel sad, just numb......

2) I love the color blue. Most of my clothings is blue... yeah my underwear too! Blue glasses. Blue sports shoes. Blue car. Blue roof. Blue jeans. Yeah I just love blue.......

3) I thirst to kill. I start to kill lizards when I was 5 or 6 years old. So many ways to kill a lizard. You will be surprised. Have you ever catch a scorpion and put it in a tin? Then catch as many lizards as you can. Now throw all of them into the tin with the scorpion in it too. Its like the Roman throwing their "enemies" into a den full of lions!

Then I graduated to killing monitor lizards when I was 16. My late dad, let me use his shot gun. Give me any guns, and I can use it instantly. I wanted to become a policeman or soldier, but my late dad do not allow me. I nearly kill another human being three times, but Allah is great. For only Allah knows what we do not know. I am much older now, I hope my enjoyment of taking another life will subdue, InsyAllah.

4) I like to mix what I drink or eat. For example, drinks, I will mix coffee, tea and milo together. For breakfast maybe I will mix fried rice, mee and kuey teow.

5) I enjoy making figurines with plastercine. Like most kids, I spend hours playing with them. One of my favorite is making men and women figurines, with all the curves and "accessories", and role play them in making love. How old was I then??? Sometimes if you see small (1 to 2 inches tall) human plastercine figurines at ledges or corners of buildings, that is mine ok?

6) This one is gross. Skip reading it if you have weak stomach. Hehehe.....

When making love, I like to lick assholes and armpits. No need to elaborate....


Well that's it. I am not going to tag anyone else. Sssssshhhh.... keep to yourself ok about my weirdness. I am sure most of us are weird too, just too embarass to tell or acknowledge. I pray I do not loose any "friends" writing/confessing about my weirdness.......

Virginity.

With all the bruhaha on the study by one of the reputable local university where 99.99999999999 % of the teenager girls interviewed were not a virgin.

WOW!

As expected, it turns out they were interviewing from a group sample of teenagers that have issues, like drugs, broken homes, prostitution etc.

I pity those girls. But what they did was wrong. I just hope the authority have some sort of program to help these girls starts a new life. Time mend and heals the past. If one wants to change, anyone can change for the better.

I pray that all human being, do realise, each one of you can make changes to your life. You do not need to wait for someone else to help you. Even if you do need help, there will be someone willing to help. Just find the right people.......

But that is not what I am writing this post about. It just puzzles me, what a reputable university trying to do with those findings? Proof that we are an immoral lot? At first reading the article, I thought they were doing a study on their own students!

Well, actually, I am wondering, how many of you guys are actually a virgin when you got married??? Why the fuss la, a girl or lady must be a virgin, but men... its ok not to be one! Tahi lembu punya pemikiran!!!! Pardon me......

I am confident, if they (the reputable university) do a survey on their male students, the findings will definitely get parents to consider taking their kids out off universities!

Let us not be double standard la.....