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!!!

Artificial Intelligence!

What defines intelligence?

Has it got to do with scoring straight A's in any examinations?

Or maybe someone who has achieved very good academic excellence?

The weird thing about intelligence is that its too smart too be defined soo badly.Perhaps the use of words like smart and intelligent are not so smart after all.Why are we forcing our youths to sit and painstakingly go trough their books day and night to score A's in their exams?Its not going to make them smarter!Anyone can get an A in a subject.Thats the truth.The Malays get it easier than us in Malaysian Public Examinations.So,does that mean that they are smarter than us?NO!

All those...okay fine,most of them who scored many A's in their exams are those who are willing to put in a whole load of effort and are just hardworking.This applies mostly to non-bumiputra's.We all know the bumiputra's in Malaysia get it easier in everything including academic marking scheme's.No disrespect to some of them who are actually hardworking.

My question to the Malaysian government is.....Whats the point?

We can definitely make a million more doctors,lawyers,engineers or teachers but what we really need are scientists and intelligent individuals who are going to make the necessary changes.For instance, to lead our research and development.Why is RnD an integral part of a countries development?The answer is simple...trough scientific breakthroughs,we could monopoly a certain economy and this would indirectly give us more power in that certain field that would eventually make us a much more recognisable nation.This is how we should be known for and not for the some monument we build or some stupid tunnel which serves dual purpose.Other importance's of such individuals are the leadership that they can offer to us could make a whole oad of a difference.

See also,Mahathir,Mohammad (Ex-PM of Malaysia).

Alright,some may argue we all know this but cant do a thing.YOUR WRONG!

Why not for beginners we start accepting the fact that intelligence could be in anyone amongst us?

The simple truth that we are all afraid of is to admit that intelligence has no boundaries and could be inherited by anyone.Yes,anyone!Why is it so scary?Just imagine your Indonesian maid being much more intelligent than everyone in your family?Doesnt it make you feel insecure?

That's why we keep dodging this fact and also beacause the matter is very subjective.The nearest we will get to really know one's level of intelligence is an IQ test.Till date,the Malaysian Education Ministry have been very reluctant to either directly include a subject which tests this or maybe create an additional paper which would give us a clearer indication of who is a better candidate for a place in a university.Not to say that what we have now is bad,the current education system is good but just not good enough.The implementation of such tests is a necessity and also students should be allowed to pick their subjects as soon as they enter into secondary school in accordance to their choice of ambition.This is a very good way to reduce the rate of unemployment in the country especially in times when a major economical downturn is expected.There is no particular need to have so many lawyers when what we actually need are more varieties to help out in various fields,maybe more geologist in the country would be helpful?

Whatever the argument is,Malaysians have to stop moaning or whining and start waking up to the reality that says all's not fine.Any system in the world would need constant modifying or in other terms,reformation and revolutions for a better future and maybe now is the right time for us to

REVAMP THE MALAYSIAN EDUCATION SYSTEM.

Bothered citizen of Malaysia.

Robots

How would life be if we were all robots from the outside?What I mean is everyone looks just the same physically?Everyone looked the same and attraction to a different kind is non-existant?Would there be such thing as beauty?In today's world of beauty depending love,wouldnt that create chaos?How would we all know who we really love and not?Things would slow down and perhaps.....we will love each other for who we are and not for how we are!Isnt that what love is all about?Loving someone for who they are?and not how they look or what they possess?Just think about it.......how would life be???

There might be some consequences out of this as God created everything perfectly to snchyronize each other....but at least,some people would wake up and realise the meaning of love!

Missing In Action

Millions of apologies for going AWOL for the past month.I would like to rectify the cause of it was the theft of my lappy.Since then, I have been hitchhiking a friends pc (sometimes hogging on it for hours till he gets fedup.....).

Anyways, whatever it is.......I would be back with a plenty of storiesss to tell including a dramatic accident tale with me as the eye witness and the full report on my never-ending love story-lmao!

Till then,cya n live life in seconds....it seems longer that way... :D


Cheers,
K.SherGill

Kayak-King!

If you know me well,then you would know that to see me awake at 8am on a Saturday morning is as big as a rarity as seeing a shooting star.Doesnt happen often,maybe wont for a long time more.

Anyways,I was up early today for some wonderful kayaking experience together with my homemates,Baj and Madhav.As usual,eating was the first agenda.Breakfast was nasi lemak,quite delicous except for the kacang,which I think wasnt properly cooked.Next we divided into group(damn this is turning more into a field report like the ones we did for SPM..hahaha).

Long story cut short,we kayaked(can I use that?) around the lake.Was some sort of a treasure hunt thingy,but who bothers?Hahaha,I was most interested in jumping into the Kayak and padling away,squashing filthy lake water all over for the sole purpose of gliding smoothly,slickly on the lake surface.Felt smackingggggggggggggggggg aweessomeeeeeeeeeee.........!!Especially when ur hands get tired and u are in the middle of the lake...thats the best part,dont give a damn.Just sit back,rest the paddle on your Kayak and feast your eyes with the scenery.Fantastic feeling.The one complain I had was Amanda(my kayak partner),who was sitting behind me in the Kayak.She was keep getting pissed with me coz I always mixed my lefts with my rights.She would yell RIGHT!!-and me smashing my paddle on the left and vice versa.She got so freaking pissed that in the end she told me off that my coordination sucks.Hahaha,who cares?Lol...i was too much in esctasy and still very much in cloud nine over the water splashing,getting wet and dirty while moving swiftly on a watery surface to be bothered.And too happy to give two shits about the treasure hunt thingy too.Lol.Anyways,we didnt find the treasure but it was well compensated with briyani for lunch after that.Thats too much to offer for one morning.
God please divide my happiness into equal proportions before serving next time.By the way,I just took my bath and now Im heading back to somewhere I belong,MY PRECIOUS BED!-and doing what I do best,SLEEPING!
ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz..................

So long....

So long has the airs of heaven,breathe as heavily
time thats beyond,is not as forgiving,
so long as thy craves,as long time has faded,
so long has hatred being evoked,
rose dumped in exile,price of a true word seen cheap,
And often is thy thirst,
thirst,and upon where thy shall not consume,
a drop of rose bud,gazes at eternity,
shall thy find it,where?

In thy beholds this glowing fire,
of thirst is burning,
quenching is all,of which time is frozen,
as before sun glows in the early-east,
as after sun fades in the far-west,
so far man can see,further is its rose,
in realm of souls,once it wasnt,
departed since time of beyond,
return it shall.

For as long as man is bounded by trust and hope,
longer will thy consume its pain,
which makes thy love more strong,

To love,

-mankinds greatest gift-
In GOD I trust.

Home alone...

Hmm...well everyone's out to MOS,leaving me alone at home...its more of I opted not to go then they left me.Im sensing a more home-loving me is developing,something which I discovered recently.Its weird because before this I would never miss a chance for an outing,now its much more settled.

I was just thinking how we change without realising and how life turns out to be the greatest teacher of all.There is no-one or no-thing which will kick u up the backside and teach u like life does.Often labelled a bitch,its a bit unfair because at the end of the day,all well ends well and u do go trough all the rough patches and turn to be a better person.Those who still try to defy life after being kicked are those who are and will remain lost.As for me,Ive got a really hard kick recently and it really changed the way I live my life,for now...its all about seeing over things and making sure I make something out of myself first before I can dance to a tune again.

Happy Birthday!!

Happy Birthday to you Duli Yang Maha Mulia Sultan Sharafuddin Idris Shah Al-Haj ibni Almarhum Sultan Salahuddin Abdul Aziz Shah Al-Haj!

We all shall wait and see who gets lucky in the "free Dato lucky draws" introduced by the Malaccan Governor recently, which I have to admitt is a brilliant idea to attract unwanted critisim and spits from the citizens.Bravo!




p/s: Btw, try my latest poll on the right hand side of your screen.Lets see who gets lucky!!

We are our own enemies...

Song:Final Straw-R.E.M(just a masterpiece,the guitarist is a diff class!)

Here's a video about the destruction war causes to humans all around the world.Just something to ponder around on what the word peace really means??

Lets demand for PEACE!

Say NO to WAR!

Regards,

Khalistani Shergill

Die Bitch Die!!!

To Whom it May Concern(a bitch)!

For every pain Im going trough now,
for every pulse of hurt in me right now,
for every tears dropped for u,
for all the backstabbing u did,
for all the hurt u have,

I wish u the same,I wish some day u fuckin die in this pain which Iam feeling now and curse yourself for ever giving it to me,I wish you will fucking rot in hell u bitch for being a bitch and acting like a bitch behind me and cheating me u bitch.I wish u suffer all the pain I will inflict on others because of you,because of you I lost trust in love n relationship and I will hurt others.This pain others having will fall on your heart and swear to God,u will suffer and suffer till the extent death will be a easy way out.Fuckin die bitch,die!

Aimless

Life seems to be very meaningless especially when u dont have a aim.I had an aim-had.Now it seems meaningless and its more like a zombie la,get up when u feel like getting up,exams?who cares?Its just so shitty man,fed up of life already,today this tommorow that.Everybody running around in circles,like a dog running aroung chasing his own tail.Damn Im bored!

Till I find a reason to live life again,Im gonna take life as a duty I need to fullfill...cmon man,breath in...out,in out,in out........and the beat goes on and on..

BREAKING NEWS!!

A high-profile cendol seller was Friday cleared of involvement in the murder of a Mongolian wasp bee, in a case linked to top government figures that has gripped Malaysia.

Mamak Razak Baginda, a close associate of DPM Najis Rosak, was accused of abetting the 2006 slaying of his former pet , whose body was blown up with fire crackers explosives behind a bush.

In one of the longest hearings in Malaysia's history, a court spent 151 days considering whether there was a case against Mamak Razak.

"I find there is no prima facie case for him to answer his charge. He is therefore acquitted and discharged," said Judge Mohamad "I am not Bias" . He had faced the death penalty by hanging if found guilty.

Mamak Razak, 48, hugged his wife and daughter from the dock while his elderly parents sat crying in the court.

"I just want to go home back and continue killing bees," he said as he was escorted out through a huge media scrum.

And with this,the Malaysian Goverment has restored out trust in the judiciary system.

So everyone,lets all grab some crackers shove it into somebodys butt we dun care and blow them.....worry not.In this country,they will elect a new judge to make sure ur freed.

Now tell me,are we betul-betul boleh or not??

Negaraku,

tanah tumpahnya darah altantuya...

Its a spider,its a pig no its........

Life takes u in a spin which is so fast, that when you think of someone, you tend to think the bad done and not all those good deeds which went unblessed. Well for the first time in,erm..maybe history, I am going to create a document of appreciation to one of my dearest friend.

A guy who has spend his entire life being an object of fun and has been called so many various names,shrek, spider pig etc- that I lost track of and of which some I may have created. A guy whose desire to become a pilot has been the butt of all jokes created in the last few years. A guy who I have always admired for the level of tolerance he has for all the things we have done on him. A guy who really knows the phrase, once a friend always a friend. A true friend indeed.

Yes guys, it is and he is the legendary fat bloke from PJ who never gave up his dreams of becoming a pilot even though he has gone trough lots of s*it in his studies for his dreams. Some say he is not a human, some say he is not even an animal, but today I am going further to say he is an entity.

The very own name which was made into a movie by bollywood heartthrob Hrithik Roshan few years back, ladies and gentleman giving you all, the one and only…………………………………

KRISH!!!


Krish or better known as……erm,lets just call him Krish. For all he has been, for all the years of friendships,money powing,credit using and harassing Ive gone trough with him, he still sticks to me like a best buddy when he knows he doesn’t need to anymore. Deep down in me, I really have admiration for his goodwill, he is a true friend.Someone who was with me when others ran in pure hypocrite style, some say he had no body too and thus, he was for me.I say pure bulls*it.The days he has stood by me, supporting both emotionally and financially,haha…are the days I believe true friends do exist.I have unlimited memories of laughing along side him as much as at him,which at times makes me look down at myself. Some of this memories will haunt me for the rest of my life and some would need me to answer the b*tch karma.

All I can say now is, regret never comes in time (pure indian timing) and it’s a bit too late to undo what I have done to him but hope this post of appreciation does make him feel better, if not enlightened.

He has all the spirits to become a pilot and mind you,he has all the necessary,or shall I say more than necessary knowledge about piloting than most pilots out there do and this is not a cliché to make him sound good.(im not a part of the government governed Malaysian press).Amid the jokes and legendary stories of him both in MC n UNITEN which might have troubled him and made life uneasy, he is one man I always knew destined for the skies. Some one, whose thinking and social life might not be as fancy as the rest of us, but some one whose good will and conscious has been high above us at all times.

In final words to my dearest sincerest friend Krish, I would like to give you you the highest salute one could give,of friendships! And laud THANK YOU for all you have been for me!!

Thank you Krish!

Sincerest-doesn’t get better than this,
Khalistani SherGill

p/s:and they said I made a blog to critize everything and everyone…..pfffffttt

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Welcome my treasured readers to Fulemakkk.

Fulemakkk as the name would suggest is a blog created to amaze you with stories,happenings and also truth around matters which would make u say.....fulemakk.

Anything goes down here,all the post created would be for the pure purpose of having fun and keeping those readers entertained.I dont have any other purpose.

There would be posts critizing almost everything around me(Im a Malaysian,its a Malaysian in thing) and also at times giving credit where its due.Poems-yes guys I have emotions too,loads on football and on other happenings.All comments would be wellcomed including the ones which I dont neccesarily appreciate because its the true feedback that matters.Please dont be lazy,do leave a comment on each post and try out some of the gadgets such as the poll,I promise there would be some very interesting and intriquing polls coming up.

I hereby take the oath as the new version of RPK who doesnt enter into jail for stupid reasons and even if I do,Ill make sure I wrote something nasty.lol.

THANK YOU.



~Khalistan-an a dream lives on~