Where'd you go?

Waking up every Friday has always been a little easier than any other days.The first thing that springs out of mind is this is the last time in the week I got to kick the blanket aside and spray cold morning dew on myself.It can only get better from here.The traffic is less,lunch hour is longer (God bless the Muslims for so) and no one really cares if you leave the office early.Friday's are always celebrated,they are the dawn of the weekend.Everyone loves them,Muslims find it holy,Hindu devotees often stay vege on this day and the Christians find only Friday deemed fit to be good that they have a special Friday called Good Friday.


Unfortunately for me,last Friday was like the beginning of a torturous weekend alone in my room without television or internet.I was doomed to eternal boredom till the very last moment that an idea struck me.Why not I just 'balik kampung' to Ipoh for the weekend?It might be a little tiring having to travel to-and-fro just for the weekend but what the hey,least a nagging mom and moody brother is always better than four walls around me.I was already jumping on the idea to be on the next bus home.Wuhooooo....!!Game plan: 7pm bus-9.30pm Ipoh and 10pm on the sofa with the remote in one hand and a nice cup of tea in another.Fantastic.

Fantastic just till I reached Pudu Raya.
The moment the place came into sight,swear words come out with might.
(heyy...that rhymed.lol)
Holy Mother of Cow,whats wrong with this people?Why are all of them here?Drive back home la u rick skunks,leave those seats for me to be on.Arseholes.


Anyways,I realized its going to be a little tougher than I thought earlier,some huffing puffing pushing and bargaining is needed.From counter to counter,I sluggishly started asking for the next bus back to Ipoh.The answers?

Pukul 10,9.30..tak ada....and finally 8.30.Bingo!Thats it!But hey hey hey waita min,how come you alone have it so early?

Kutu:Ticket 22ringgit bang,super duper power puff VIP bang.

Me:Screw it.(Im indian,why should I pay extra for something I can get cheaper later on?)
Takpe la bang,biar lambat la asalkan tak bayar lebih.keke...



So,in the end,my swindling twisted upper membrane figured out a plan to get the early bus.I decided that I would pay the bus driver illegaly and seat on those empty seats left by absent passengers.Sounds like a good idea,but it wasnt to be a good day.DAMN!I then bought the 10pm ticket at the Plusliner counter and went down to the Platform to try luck on the earlier buses.Who knows I might get lucky?


And lucky I was.Not for the bus but for what I saw next......at the very corner of the platform sidewalk,behind a pillar....a yellow scarf swerving in air with the black curls of a beauty next to it.Undeniably the most fascinating sight I have seen in a long time,at the centre of my attention was this fascinatingly elegant Indian girl.Dressed in the most exotic punjabi suit topped with a yellow scarf around her neck,she became the epitome of the Indian culture.She stood there with so much of attractiveness,looking gorgeous from head to toe.And thats before she turned her head my way.Her face was just as exquisite as her outlook.That look she was having on her was of naive-ness,of soft,gentle sweetness.Light chocolate eyes bordered with beautiful lashes.She had me impressed beyond words.She was too stunning that I suddenly felt oblivious to my surroundings.There was her and only her in my view and nothing else mattered.


After being starstruck for some seconds,I turned my sights somewhere else but that image remained as the backdrop of my imagination before reality reminded me of my purpose there.Heck,i even forgot why I was standing there.With the engine roaring and brakes squeaking,the 7.30pm bus to Ipoh was in sight.All those who had tickets boarded it leaving those hopeful's like me and this girl(who was with her Chinese friend).Hopes were dashed when the driver of the bus confirmed he had a full house of passengers and no seats for us.Another thirty mins of bus waiting beckoned.I took this oppurtunity to step forward to strike a conversation with her friend.(Trust me,thats the only way an Indian girl can be approached).Just a question or two later,I was in full conversation with her bestie.(i figured out).My mind processed data faster than an Intel Chipset would and realized that she was a nursing student from Pantai Medical College going back home after concluding her course.Then, all of a sudden,the beauty herself joined the conversation(told yea it works...hehe) and now I was in direct conversation with her.(Bingo!Check point 1-direct conversation).

After 10 minutes of chit-chatting,we decided to remain silent till the 8pm bus arrives.Time flied before we were facing the entrance of another Plusliner bus on its way to Ipoh.This time we were much luckier.There were 4 empty seats in the bus and when I calculated the extra's waiting to board-there were 5.Problema.The 2girls got main priority as they are ladies and then there was this old uncle.Now,pushing an old timer to get me home earlier isnt exactly the menace my parents have thought me.So,itwas between me and this freakish malay/chinese/indian/chindian/eurosian/whatever dude beside me.One leg on the first step and our hero here just nudges me away to get on.Mother F%cker!Wanted to just smack the back of his head when he leapt forward but patience came into the picture and I lost that one last place on the bus.Having her on the bus and me off it mattered so much suddenly.

So much came to my mind but I just shrugged all of it off and turned my back,taking the staircase up to the seats.I had nothing to do anymore down here.The next bus would only be there at 9pm and she was gone.Blaming my luck and cursing that ogrish guy,I dragged myself to the bench.Troughout this time,I was just thinking of the girl I saw earlier and such a waste it was that I didnt get on that bus.All kind of thoughts flooded my mind and I soon realized that I might never see her ever again.I dont even know her name or who she is.She was turning out to be more than an admired girl,she suddenly became my personal magic and fantasy.Snapped by the sound of a shouting ticket seller not far off from where I was seated,my mind hit reality again.I looked at my watch.Its still a while before 9pm.In contrast to the earlier,time now decided to move painstakingly slow.Unable to bare the wait,I started walking around and 5minutes before 9pm,I came down the platform again.On the way down,I saw the image of a middle aged man leaning back against the steel grills.I turned away to look far when I caught the glimpse of something at the end of my eyes.As I walked further,the shadow of someone came into sight and before I could think of anything,there she was again.I couldnt believe my eyes and most of all,my damn blady luck.Standing just a few foot away from me,looking as innocently sweet before she carved a beautiful curve on her cheeks before she blurted a few words on how she had to get down the bus as the person absent showed at the very last minute.I wasnt really listening,all that was playing in my mind was its fate that made her get off that bus and back into my life.I cant thank you enough Mr.Fate.I just kept nodded and smiling at every single thing she was telling.Then,when it came to my turn to speak..I brought my right hand forward and just said my name.She replied with her name,the most angelic name for an angel.Sarah.Sarah Angel.The tweak in her voice and innocence in the tone just captivated me as we kept on talking.This time around,I choose to dig out more information about her and tried to make a joke or two.She giggled at my silly jokes and I felt like im 17 again,trying to woo a girl with humor.She later told me that there is no 9pm bus,just the 9.30pm one to Ipoh and was her actual bus back.Before we knew it,it ws 9.30pm and the dark green,silverish painted bus was in front of us.She got into the bus and sat next to the glass window,which was just beside the platform where I was standing on.She smiled from in there and moved her lips trying to let me know that the seat beside her is empty.I just replied with fingers crossed and eyes closed tight to show how badly I wanted to be there.She responded with another of her sexy giggles to which my heart spoke out:Oh sweet heaven,I got to be in this bus!!

Finally,at my third attempt,I suceeded to get a seat on the bus.As I was walking down the bus aisle with undescribable glee and excitement,a malay lady came out from no where and sat down beside her.I just went F*ckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!! and ballistic inside.How cruel can things be??I feel my right to be beside her was snatched under my nose.Settling down my nerves,I found myself a seat just a row infront of her.Was more like a compensation for missing out on the main prize.So,all the way back to Ipoh,I had to sit infront of her and be restricted to say anything more than a line.I soon dozed off due to tiredness.Two and half hours later,I was in Ipoh.Having cleared my confused mind after getting up,I was making plans to just casually ask for her phone number.The plan was to get down the bus and ask before we path ways.

As I got down and turned to speak to her,she spoke first by quickly murmuring some words like take care and good bye,my dad is here or something before hurrying towards a figure standing in the dark.I just stood that same very ground overlooking the proceedings.She hugged her dad before they walked away into the night.Moments later as I was standing at the taxi stand,a silver Proton Waja drove pass me and the flicker of shiny object caught my eyes.It was her ear rings and friends,that was the last of Sarah that I saw.Till today,I think of her quite often.Its weird how magically she appeared,left,re-appeared in a matter of hours in my life.I really do feel like tracking her down and based on the information I have of hers,it is quite possible.However,Im going to let it go.Let her be that fairy angel who appeared magically infront of me,dazed me with her elegance and left me with a million sweet memories which I use to put myself to bed every night.

Was Michael Jackson really that special?

Everyday there are an estimated 150 000 deaths worldwide,just plain ordinary people passing away.While they only conjure the tears of relations and friends,they too had a meaningful life.Some were wonderful souls who dedicated their life's doing good rather than earning good.Poor old Johny might have spend half his life doing humanitarian works in Africa and the other half bed ridden,cause by some insect bite while in the Kalahari.How come Johny's death goes insignificant?All this leads to my upper nonstop membrane to wonder why is Michael Jackson's death a sad news to us?Its true he was famous,he was a wonderful singer,great vocal,terrific dancer and all.Whatever.The question is:What more did he do to you and me than gud ol' Johny to deserve such respect and prayers upon his death?

Well,since the question is rhetorical and waiting for you guys to reply would be just as wasteful as waiting for the Halley's commet.Least,the latter is guaranteed to come about once every 76years.

Ill answer the question myself but not on a global basis.For most of us,Malaysians and the kids of the 90's,Michael Joseph Jackson was the first famous celebrity we ever knew.He was the first

we ever wanted to emulate.Before you or me dressed with blings like Akon or before some of you thugs tied a hankie with a knot in the front like Tupac,you wanted to be like Michael.White gloves,in black and white with a signature hat.He epitomed style to us,and dont even get me started on the moonwalk.Every single kid in school would try to do the moonwalk the day after MJ's concert was shown on the tele.Though non suceeded,we took great pride in the chance to be like him.He was the first person we would have called cool.

To live trough the 90's would also mean to live trough having Michael Jackson as a household name.In every man's mouth for his songs,some legendary.Some came to our knowledge when remaked by others.For example,my all time Mj favourite would be Smooth Criminal,which I only knew was Michael's original track after it was re-mixed into a faster more crunk rock version by the Alien Ant Farm.Though the original track is much slower,the lyrics is so powerful with every line bearing a deep meaning.I will never forget the day I first listened to this and how I had to agree that Michael Jackson is one heck of an artist who is not over-hyped.He was the hype himself.He deserved the hype for all his songs and for his Thriller album,which till date is most succesful album in the history of American music making.Not only that,to those friends of mine who are dancers and interested in the field,MJ is an idol.Every single one of them told me how much his death has impacted them as they(the dancers) feel the best there ever was is now gone.To me personally,the dance move he does when he turns sideways and stands own his toes while pretending to sit in mid-air is beyond words.His trademark shriek of aaaaaaoooowwwww...will always remain a Michael Jackson special.

All that might be enough to give him the respect and prayers for his absence,I feel I paid my respects to the 'King of Pop' for totally different reasons.Yes,the controversial ones.The baby dangling in Germany and the child molestation cases,the plastic surgery,that wedding to Elvis's daughter and all.For starters,I would like to remind all those who called him Wacko to remember that Michael was human after all.Just because he was famous doesnt mean he cant has plastic surgery or re-constructive's.If he feels he doesnt like the way his nose is and chin is shaped,and if he has the money to do it,whats the big deal?Every day thousands of Americans go under the knife to change the way they look,are they wrong too?Isnt it basic human rights to do so?If so,why was MJ taunted for his facial changes?The way he dealt with the issue is remarkably adored.Simple statements trough lawyers and publicist,and in times with his own mouth was the only answers.The power of fame and money never got to Michael.He remained a kid in heart.He proved this when he bought over the Neverland ranch in the late 80's.Which else Hollywood celebrity would come out stating the reason he bought a ranch and named it according to some child fiction because he is always a kid in heart?That requires bravery and Michael Jackson has loads of it.Regarding the child molestation cases and all,I would not further comment but just re-instate the court decision of not guilty of those charges.

At the end of the day,Michael showed he was just a ordinary human with wonderful voice and a talent of dancing.A pure entertainer,from the Jackson 5 to Thriller,he did just that-entertained.We were all fazed by his vocal,his style of black and white,the hat,the moonwalk,the shriek and most of all how he was.Though he has his critics,for me Michael Joseph Jackson deserves the highest accolade of an entertainer,the eternal respect for carrying out his entertaining duties fantasticly,for remaining the same old kid regardless of wealth and fame and most of all-for those wonderful childhood memories where I wanted to be you.

REST IN PEACE

MICHAEL JACKSON

1958-2009

A day shall not pass without being remembered,

a legacy remains of your passion,

though songs and tracks be played till never ,

its your memory that would last forever.

How did the evitable happened?

The inevitable has happened.While many cant argue how United didnt manage to hold on to Ronaldo,they can on the subject of Tevez.Though he is officially represented by agents and not another club,Carlitos always had his heart on his badge.The United administration should have realised this long time ago that strucking a deal would be easier if they just matched the asking price.Now that he is leaving,it leaves us if question marks on who to blame for the exit of a beloved,tireless work-horse of a player Carlos Tevex was.Though,it would be easy to blame United all together for this saga,we must not forget that this whole fiasco was caused by the state of ownership of Tevez.Since he was not club bound and any transfer money paid would not stay in football,United as the typical English club which holds strict principals in the upbringing of the football culture were reluctant to pay.Perhaps,even Fergei could be blamed now,as it is just known now,that he knew he would loose Ronaldo this summer,why wasnt extra effort be taken in securing the dimunitive Argentinian?And finally,the man who is responsible for holding the transfer and playing rights of Carlos Tevez,the manipulative brain washer,blood sucker piece of s*ite the world knows as Kia Joorabchian(dun fuckin care his name's spelling).Bet the mother that gave birth to him would regret having a devil as a son,have a few more of him in football and the game we love would be nothing but a money-making scam.His constant brain washing and manipulative mind,who knows nothing else other than profit decided he wants to cash in altogether by selling all rights of Carlitos to City(most likely destination).Either FIFA or UEFA should decide on a rule to phase-out such pathetic low life creatures from the beautiful game.

In short,if Carlos Tevez is going to be leave,he would still have the highest regard of respect and love amongst the United fans.We would love you just as much when you were here.Where-ever you end up playing,we hope you achieve higher sucess and plenty of happiness for your one player who deserves it all.
Thank You Carlitos!!

A hell of a swallow

So here I am,finally.Its been months since I posted something here cause I was too busy posting something else in another blog.(ssshh..secret)

Well other than the Top Secret Goverment files I have been working on,there has been many many changes in life.As usual,time changes everything and things are unfolding in a different manner these days.Enough of general talking!

I got myself a job recently to pay off my debts(Dont ask) but before I can pocket my first month's,Im already down with swollen tonsils.The thing with this tonsils are that when they swell,they take up almost all the space in ur trakea(if im not mistaken) and causing difficulties in swallowing.Forget food,I cant even swallow my own salliva at times.DAMN!
Even if I managed,it would be with a clenched fist,closed eyes and a big whole groan.
One word here:torturous.

I got myself Mc for yesterday and today...hopefully this fat bitch gets slimmed by difflam,thymol garggle,antibiotics and those other medicines I have been taking like a junkie.
Till I get better,Ive just got one advise for you healthy guys out there.....appreciate it!!!