Please read Susan Loone, Band of Bloggers – To Support or Not?
For more beautiful artworks please visit WattaHack, Mob’s Crib and Walk the Walk, Talk the cock. They are now the real fellas. I want to retire. I want to do the Cantona! Bye bye!
Above courtesy of WattaHack, below courtesy of MalaysiaToday
I want to apologize to Jean Danker explicitly if my two posters hurt her feeling. If she really married or going to marry our Prime Minister, that is not the right manner to welcome her.
Dearest Jean,
Please accept my wholehearted apology. At this particular instant, I can only assume that the speculation is true until it is proven beyond reasonable doubt, fictitious.
Even though I dare not speak for all Malaysians, but at least for my reader and my family, I would like to say thank you for choosing our Prime Minister as your husband. We wish all the best to you and pray you will cherish every moment of it. For quite sometime now we were missing the woman behind the Prime Minister.
As I am told, you are of a great persona. Malaysians and The Prime Minister-ship of Malaysia needs that. Lend him all the support and care for him the best, for the reason that all your action will reflect back on us.
Please do not endeavor into self-promotion and institute your own legacy like what I have seen the late wife of the Prime Minister did. Be as Tun Siti Hasmah humbles and served the people as the wife of The Prime Minister, not expecting glory of her own.
Before your husband falls asleep, asked him, what good has he did to the people. Every time he wakes up, reminds him, his duty as the servant of the people. Over time, make sure he remembers that the people of Malaysia are not his servant. He is given the mandate to work for the people not to ask the people to work for him and his family.
Lastly, do remember this, you are not the luckiest lady among all Malaysians, but you are the one with the heaviest load. With that, Kickdefella and friend wish you all the joyous moment and pray for your happiness.
Again, if this speculation is false, I beg your forgiveness.
All the best to you and your daughters,
Regards,
Kickdefella and friends, in Malaysia and the rest of the world.
I hope you had a wonderful holiday. Never a day past by without anyone asking about you. Wow! You had made such impact on everybody.
People always wonder what make me so fond of you. Well let’s not talk about touchy touchy stuff this week. We had enough of it to survive for the next one month.
This brings me to the notty Shanghai Fish who tagged me. Now I have to talk about six weirdest things about myself. So Monty, you can read it here to understand what this is all about.
Six weirdest thing about me,
Numero uno: I am not weird at all but everybody always said that I am weird. My executive producer named Raouf always said I am the weirdest friend he ever had. Cannot be. I think he is weird.
Second: This is again not weird but people said I am weird because I always had ikan keli for lunch the whole week then change to sambal kerang then back to ikan keli.
Third: When I am angry I do not turn green but I keep quite. I would not scold anybody but I will take revenge at them by torturing them. Once during shooting, one artist had to eat 4 bungkus of Nasi Lemak while I repeatedly ask her to do take after the other. As a result, 29 takes and 4 bungkus of Nasi Lemak. Nothing weird bout it right?
Fourth: I take bath 5 times a day. Every time I leave the house, I need to take bath as soon as I return. So once in the morning, once after back from work, once in the evening after playing football with my kids, once after going out to buy the bread and once after coming back from NPC.
Five: When I write my screenplay, I need do a lot of walking. My record was walking almost 40 kilometers in seven days while writing Persona Non Grata. It is good for health right?
Six: I befriend Monsterball. Everybody thinks I am weird because I can entertain Monsterball like no other on the net can. But again, everybody now thinks Monsterball is a cute fella right?
So am I weird?
Monty, some suggested I open a page in my blog for you so you can post your wisdom there. What do you think?
Now I have to tag six bloggers, lets see, mmmmm… (i) Black of Blackinkorea (ii) Mulah of Encircle By Six (iii) A Voice of Another Brick in the Wall (iv) Mob’s Crib of Mob1900 (v) Penganggur Terpaksa of Penganggurpaksa and lastly (vi) Bigdog of The Thirteen Million Ringgit Guy Rambles.
Okaylah, I tagged Clark Gable of Pulau Duyung and Watch3r of Walk The Walk Talk The Cock in exchange of A Voice and Bigdog.
Anything weird about me choosing those bloggers?
Leading Zahrin and Datuk Ron to the kafetaria in Wisma Denmark (Photo courtesy of Shahabudeen Jalil)
We made the decision to stop all procedures.
He had suffered enough. If it is time for him to go, we shall not stop him anymore.
We camped there all night, taking turn to stare at the monitor which shows all the graph. He looked very calm under heavy sedation.
Surprisingly, he wakes up in the morning like nothing ever happen. Physically he looks fine accept for some minor difficulty in controlling certain limbs. His speech is a bit slurred but recognizable. However, he lost all the memory of the past twelve hours. He keeps thinking he is in Hospital Sungai Buloh, and we keep reminding him that he is in SJMC. Until today, I do not figure out about this Sungai Buloh thing. I tried to trace any lead to it but futile. It linger as a mystery he than took to the grave.
He also mumbles things he never discussed before. He said he always wanted my sister to be a politician, I interrupt him and said, but you always hates politician.
Soon, he was moved to a normal ward due to the request we make earlier. As we gathered around him, Bah uttered something that none of us want to remember but we can never forget.
“Please forgive me, I am a loser,” he said. “No Bah, No,” Bu, my eldest sister argued while trying to keep her composure. “No Acik, I am a loser, forgive me. Please don’t be like me…”
“I should have stayed in the army, I would have retired as a general, you all will not have to face all the hard time…”
“No Bah, you did what you believe is right, we never wanted anything but for you to be happy”, my lawyer sis cried and hug my Dad.
“You could have been the general’s daughter, Intan”. “I do not want to be the general’s daughter, I just wanted to be your daughter”.
“I am a bad father, I could not give you anything”.
“Bah, you give us the world, we are happy”
“We are always proud of you Bah!” My brother in law finally breaks his silence.
“I should have stayed in the army, I could have retired as the general… I am a loser”.
There is no way we could stop him from all the rumbling. We could just gather around him and embrace him.
As we brought him home, Tun Haniff, his good friend waited at the gate to greet the Colonel. Tun keeps telling me, “It’s too soon. It cannot be. It cannot be.”
I arranged for my Ustaz friend to be with him that night. Ustaz managed to ask him few things and for the very first time, I heard my dad talk about something that he never talked to us before. I swear I remembered all his military tales but not these few things.
My dad talks about how his hand still felt the warm blood of his men that died during The Emergency and The Insurgency. He talked about all the promises he made to those fallen heroes.
This reminded me to one particular moment when Uwei Hajisaari asked my dad about the Communist Terrorist, while having lunch in PJ. My father said, if I was in Hadyai (Referring to the signing ceremony between the Government and PKM), I will stare them in the eye and will never shake hand with them, bandits!
In front of the Ustaz, my dad relates all the incidents and cited all the names of his men that died in combat under his command. He never had forgotten them.
Then, he started to move into another direction. He talked about those men and women that he had shot in battlefield. “Will God ever forgive me, Ustaz?”.
After the incident, Tun Haniff arranged for me to bring my Dad to Kunming, in PR of China, to seek alternative medicine there. Tun paid for everything. The entourage included the late General (Rtd) Othman “Otto” and his family. During the trip, I had to admit, my dad is half the man he used to be. He lost his pride. He felt worthless. He can only take five steps at a time. Then he had to rest. I never offered him a wheel chair because I know my Colonel well.
Back from China, my dad looks much healthier. We registered him for experimental drugs under the care of Nilai Cancer Centre. Nevertheless, every two weeks, he needs to remove fluids from his lung. We are now staring at our credit card’s bills. One by one started to reach its limit. Then my lawyer sister and my step mum started to borrow money to finance Bah’s medical bill.
Over the next twelve months, it cost both of them almost hundred K. Then, I started to feel Bah becoming more and more restless. He keeps worrying about the bills.
Murphy’s Law, my sis and step mum started to quarrel regarding financial. I cannot blame any of them. It was the lowest point in our battle for Bah’s survival. My lawyer sis is in the midst of marital problem with her husband. The pressure was hard on her, as she has to behave as though everything is normal for Bah’s sake.
At the same time, my marriage too heading south. I had to excuse myself from several family gathering just to keep thing away from Bah. One day, I invited Bah and my step mum for dinner. Both of us behave like nothing-bad happening. I grill red meat for Bah, as I know it is his favorites. Bah brought a set of Matchbox cars for Al and Wef. Wef was very close to his Atuk and he does inherit a lot from dad.
That was the last time he came to our house. That was also the last time, my kids saw Atuk alive.
Two weeks later, while I was high of cocktail of drugs to consol my depression and tonsillitis, I received a message from my eldest sister. “Bah in SJMC. Not looking well. Please bro, he needs you here”. I was too high to drive but promised to be there the next morning.
Early in the morning, I was thinking whether I should bring the kids along to the hospital or send them to school. I make a fatal error of judgment. Nevertheless, as I arrived at the hospital, Bah looks as buoyant as ever.
“You were away?” “Yes Bah”, I lied. He asked about the kids. I realized his blood pressure is very low and he looked very sleepy. We have a short chat before my aunties and uncles arrived. I make way for them and watch him from the other side of the glass.
At about two, the specialist called us. Bah’s kidney had failed. His blood pressure keeps falling. They are not going to do anything accept to continue administer him with drug to keep him calm. I was told that his cancer had spread to his bone and other organ as well.
I make another fatal decision. I choose to leave for home to see the kids and come back later in the evening. Before I left, I wanted to kiss him only to reverse my decision after watching him being surrounded by too many relatives.
I stop at Jaya Supermarket to get some food to store at home because I reckon I might have to be at the hospital overnight.
As I arrived home, I received a phone call from Bu, “Di, come now”.
I arrived back at SJMC around five thirty. Bah is already unconscious. Tun Hanif stands beside his bed. He keeps staring at the monitor. Every time Bah’s oxygen level temporarily increase, Tun will nod his head and shifted to look at Bah and turn towards the window and stare endlessly outside.
Within the next hour, all relatives and friends of Bah were there by his bedside.
Bah, looks very calm, both his eyes were wide open staring towards infinity. His mouth is gasping for air. Nevertheless, he is very composed. Around seven thirty, the nurse approached us and said, time have come to say goodbye.
From the bedside, I could hear the Azan. I whispered the shahada to his ears and recited the Azan. Very soon, he leaves peacefully. I put my palm on his eyelid and push it gently. I lost my one and only dad. I am never going to see him again.
While waiting for all the documentation and transport arrangement, one General from Mindef arrived. He assured us that everything will be taken care off. At last, he received the honor he long deserved.
The next day as I laid him at the liang lahat, I take a good look and whisper, “This is your Last Castle Bah. You fought for this soil and it shall be yours forever. Goodbye Bah. Goodbye Colonel”.
A man in military uniform extends his hand to me and pulls me up to leave my dad in his castle.
Bah, you had fought so many battles in your live. You win some and lose some. Today you have won the war.
Please forgive me for all the years of ignorance. Please forgive me for not being able to give you the love you long waited from me. I am so sorry. Please forgive me.
Emy Gen-M proposed a futsal friendly between Bloggers United and the webmaster. I agreed to it.
Let us fix a date that all bloggers from all over the country can join in. Perhaps we can even have a round-robin challenge between Bloggers United, Malaysia Today, Gen-M, Malaysia Kini, Harakah Daily, Agenda Daily, KMU, UMNO Reform, Lim Kit Siang’s XI, PAS TV etc.
Any sponsors? What about streaming it live on Malaysia Today?
The highlight of the day will be for the audience to kick a ball to the target. The target can be the cardboard picturing NST and the four.
Bloggers United management team
Manager A. Kadir Jasin of The Scribe
Coach Zorro of Zorro Unmasked
Physio Clark Gable of Pulau Duyung
The Players
Goal Keeper
Big Guy of Bigdogdotcom
Zahrin Yassin of Sang Kelembai
Outfield Player
Rocky of Rocky’s Bru
Jeff Ooi of Screenshot
Sheih of Kickdefella
Mulah of Encircle By Six
Shanghai Stephen of Shanghai Fish
Hasrul Haliq of Surat Dalam Botol
Walski of My Asylum
Datuk Ron of Kuda Kepang
SK Thew of MageP’s Lab
Amir Hafizi of The Malay Male
Nizam Bashir of Poetic Justice
Mob 1900 of Mob’s Crib
Muzamir of Blog Sangkut
Penganggur Paksa and David Backham of Another Brick in The Wall and many more.
Any takers?
Bloggers, families and friends waiting for the proceeding.
Bloggers United Birthday Cake (Photos courtesy of Mulah. See more here)
The year was 1978.
I was instructed by my mum to stop at Dada’s house after school. I did just that. After school, Pak Cik Wan, the van owner dropped me at my grandpa’s place. It was a huge surprise to see my dad there waiting for me.
Since I was not close to him, we skip any of the hugging and kissing and acknowledged each other by merely a simple greeting. My Bah gave his special greeting to me, “Hi Jiggedee jiggedee boy, how are you?” I had no special greeting or words for him, although I could still remember the Hairy Caterpillar song we used to sing together in Saigon many years before.
Bah asked me if I am not tired, he would love to walk with me to my mum’s house. No problem for me, the problem is only the distance, which is about seven kilometers away. Nevertheless, I agreed.
Few years back, while in a sauna with two fellow producers in Hadyai, I related this long walk to them. I told them, how I am proud of that moment. It was the only time I could spend an hour alone with my dad. I never had the chance to be with him as long as that before, and I never had the chance to do it again later in life.
Nothing special about the walk. There is no such thing as holding hands or what so ever. We were merely like two strangers walking towards the same destination. He asked few question about school, I gave him the simplest answers I managed to come up with. Lots of silence in between, as he tried to think of other questions. He never got used to me. I never got used to him.
Nevertheless, deep inside, he knows I missed him, while I know he loves me. Thats about it.
Looking back, it should qualify to be the most boring walked in my entire life. But then, it was our only chance. Honestly, we, and I mean both of us, screwed that moment pretty well. We did it fantastically.
I told my buddy producers, the reason I remember that day was because I knew I am going to lose him soon. I knew at that moment, his cancer is spreading fast. I knew that there would not be another raya with him and there would not be another chance for me to ask forgiveness from him.
The climax of the hour-long walk was when we walked pass the houses in Lorong Pak Dir, where it is about fifty meters from my mum’s place. Everybody stood still and stared at the six-foot-two-inch-man with a stout Arab built. I knew that all eyes were on him. It was total silent. Slowly, I squeeze my small palm gently into his. He looked at me and he gently grabbed my hand.
For once, I felt that I actually have a father and my father is walking hand in hand with me.
The next day, I skipped school and he took me to buy my first football boots. After that, I never saw him again until I am at secondary school.After he left, my mother told me the reason my dad came to visit.
He wanted to tell my mum that he is going to get married, again.
I felt betrayed. I swore I washed my hand over and over. I felt terrible. I felt so embarrassed. I threw those boots away. All hope of my mum and dad back together are now gone forever.
In school when my BM teacher asked the whole class to write a short story about our father, I wrote in my opening, “Ayah saya hidup mewah di tengah-tengah kesibukan kota Kuala Lumpur. Itu sahaja yang saya tahu tentang ayah saya”. That was how disappointed I was.
However, that was not true.
As I grew older and managed to put the time line together, I began to know the truth. After he left the army, my father faced a very tough time adapting to civilians life. He hopped from one job to the another and most of the time he is out of job. My step-mum had to finance their life.
At the same time, my mum had to “visit” one pawnshop after another to pay for our expenses.
That was what we had to undergo.One day, my father was admitted to SJMC for a heart attack. After, his condition was stable, we transferred him to IJN to be in the good care of my football buddy, Dr. Sanjiv Joshi. After his third day at IJN, I received a call from Dr. Sanjiv, requesting me to meet him that morning. He suspected something cynical on my father’s lung. He asked me to persuade my father to do certain procedures at nearby hospital, which Dr. Sanjiv kindly arranged.
That night, Sanjiv gave us the bad news. On my way driving home, I clearly remembered how I wind down the window and threw my half-full box of Marlboro and never smoke again, until recently.
For the next two years, my step-mum took a really good care of my dad. I knew if my mum was in that position, she will not have the energy like my step-mum. My dad was a lucky man.
One night, I received a call from my step-mum asking me to drop by the house as soon as I could. She sounds so calm. I took my own sweet time. Once I arrived, I saw my dad coming up from the toilet, buckled his belt. Comb his hair. Wear his socks properly and slide in his shiny black leather shoe. I ask my step-mum where is he going and her reply was, my dad had difficulty in breathing and I need to drive him to SJMC. I was shocked.
Once in the car, he suddenly had difficulty to breathe and kept pulling my driver’s seat. All hell broke lose and I practically “fly” my car all the way to the hospital.
When we reach in front of the emergency room entrance, I dived out of the car. However, my dad still manage to walk out by himself but he signal the nurse for oxygen tank.
Subsequently, they attended to him and we waited.Twenty minutes later, the MO who attended to him came and said, “I am sorry, I think he will not make it this time”.
“What do you mean doc, twenty minutes ago he still manage to jump out of the car…”, “Sorry sir, but his turning blue, you better be by his side”.We went inside.
I could hardly recognised him. His lip was dark blue. His eyes looked wild. My step-mum kept reciting prayers for him. Then, my lawyer sister arrived at the scene. She was so distressed and practically wanted to sue almost everybody there until the specialist arrived.
This is what the specialist had to say, “You only have two choices, I can ventilate him but no guarantee whether he can tolerate it or not. Or we can let nature takes it course. However, if you choose to ventilate him, you might want to ask yourself, why you want to do it? He is suffering from cancer; you know how serious it is”.
Since I was his only son there, he looked at me and said, “You have five minutes…” As they pushed my dad to the ICU, I stopped my step-mum and ask her to make the decision. I told her, the decision is entirely hers.
Without much hesitation, she decided now and then. Ventilate him.
I do not know how it is being done, but as we waited anxiously outside the ICU, we can hear the Specialist screaming inside the room. Screaming and yelling only stopped after forty-five minutes; he came out and said, it is done. We have to wait and see. We hope he would survive at least until my sister arrived back from UK.
36-hours later, they started the weaning process. As we bring our mum in to see him, he asked for a pen and paper. He wrote this, “Please forgive me for all those years”.
That was the only time I could not hold back my tears. I tried to remained calm and be the pillar of strenght to all my sisters. Nevertheless, I felt so sad at that moment and couldn’t hold back to cry shamelessly.
By midnight, Dr. Sanjiv Joshi from IJN dropped by. My father managed to give him a salute and wrote a thank you note. After three days, they removed the ventilator and soon he was transferred the high-dependency unit.
However, that evening, his heart stops pumping. The doctor resuscitated him and a massive stroke followed suit.Nevertheless, Bah never gave up. I saw him kicking his legs and struggling until they had to strap him. They tried to do MRI but because of his situation, it fails. One of the specialists told us, he suspected my father suffered from brain-stem stroke. Which is fatal. He reminded us of what happened to the late Japanese Prime Minister.
We made the decision to stop all procedures.
He had suffered enough. If it is time for him to go, we shall not stop him anymore.
Why I kept asking you to watch this space, well, it is because today is our big day!
Yup, we are One Month Old. Happy Birthday Bloggers United – No Fear.
Bloggers United was born on January 13, 2007. However, only on January 14, it became the most celebrated thing on the local blogosphere.
Nevertheless, in was on January 20, 2007 that we kicked the first ass and that ass is call NST (pronounced An Ass Tee). On January 20, we declared cyber war. We indulged into cyber guerilla warfare. As a result, January 20, 2007 was the memorable date.
Therefore, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Bloggers United – No Fear.
Since then, we have travel the world over, from Klang Valley to Miri, from Kota Kinabalu to Penang, from Gwangju to Vancouver , from Bangkok to Sudan and yesterday, we landed in Sillicon Valley , California . M Bakri Musa is now Bloggers United – No Fear.
I wish to put a motion for 3540 Jalan Sudin to buy us a birthday cake and let us blow the candle at Wisma Denmark on Thursday, the 22nd February 2007 at 2.30pm. All bloggers are invited. Please Walk With Us and celebrate this wonderful moment together.
Hey Dollah,
Thanks for the reply to my open letter dated 16th February 2007.
Forest Gump’s mum always said, stupid do what stupid does. How true it is. I asked you to show me the money and in 17th February 2007 you reply by saying, “those who were previously worried about the country’s economic future are now having renewed confidence in our economy”. Is that so?
Or is it another symptom of your foot in mouth disease, speaking.
Is it truly a changing view? Are the people starting to feel good about the economy?
You claim you are a family man, so we do actually have something in common. Let me tell you what the economy is for a family man.
When I go to Pasar Borong Selayang every Sunday morning, Ikan Keli bersih under TDM used to cost RM 3.00 per kg. Since you last up the fuel price, it goes up by 50 cent. Chicken thigh used to cost RM5.99 per kg in Giant during early 2005. After mid 2005, the price fluctuate between RM7.99 to 8.99 per kg. A bottle of Ribena used to cost RM8.99 and now is up between two to three ringgit. A tin of 900-gram formula milk used to cost RM29.90 and now it cost me RM33.60 and I still have 2 kids on milk which then I have to spend 2 tins per week and is 8 tins per month.
What about my two kids who is in standard four and standard two? School fees plus all the PIBG’s fee, computer’s fee, Co-Curriculum fee’s and all other fees that make me think I have to pay for everything cost each of them RM200. This means I have to fork out RM400. Textbook plus those activities books for the eldest cost RM300 and for the younger one cost RM200. For one-way trip back from school, which is only 3.5 kilometers journey, the van charge RM70 each. Am I exaggerating the figures?
Nope. And yes, I am not yet finish. Last year I spent RM500 for two pair school shoes each, 3 sets of school uniform, 2 sets of school beg, stationeries etc. This year, I spent the same amount only to get two pairs of school shoes each, 2 sets of school uniform, 2 sets of school beg minus all the stationeries and minus the entire etc.
Full tank of fuel used to cost me RM80 now it cost me RM110.
So you bugger, where is the feel good economy? Where is the money!
I am used to live under a very good economy and I know how it is. You can never bullshit me. Where is the money?
Do we get increment to accommodate the uncontrollable inflation? No. We were lucky to even not being offered the VSS. Do we change our lifestyle? Yes we do. We even had to commit crime because of it. While you pirating the Mediterranean with your fishing buddy, we had to end-up buying the RM5 pirate DVD because going to the movie nowadays cost a boom. Yet, do you change your lifestyle or it is just another foot in mouth disease you are having do the talking.
Even my house rental has increase RM200 because the owner needs to tighten her ends. Where should I increase to meet my ends? Like my buddy philosopher keep repeating nowadays, semua barang naik , saya punya ‘barang’ saja tak naik. Well, as though you actually cares? You do not even have a wife to worries about, or do you?
Are we seeing the divorce rate increase due to your success in your economic regime? Definitely yes. You think it is easy to remain a family man when all these economic pressure pressing you each days? Sorry, this question is too bloody intelligent for such a fella like you.
Bottom line is, WHERE IS THE MONEY?
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