...howwwzattt for the dashing gentlemen???

The blogger standing far-right during Ipoh PCA League which were
held in 2006.


Last Saturday the Staroba Orange Cricket Club managed to have a match with the U-17 Selangor boys, though the so called “otai” lost the match but I’m sure these “otais” were so resilient that the state boys have had a quite tough job in beating them. Usually I’m the first otai that reply for my availability but for these few weeks my workloads were full to the brim that I couldn’t get away even for a good game of cricket. The game report is not yet release but I manage to get a glimpse of the match from my fellow cricketer’s blog (http://fatheroffour.blogs.friendster.com/life_is_but_a_dream_/2007/11/my_cricket_week.html). Of course in his blog my fellow cricketer will always bragged on how he took the wickets by sending the stumps and bails into oblivion but somehow for this time I believe him so. The boys might have the stamina and the fitness but the “otais” can teach them a few tips on how to act gentlemanly in the game of cricket, it surely does build up their characters.
For the uninitiated being a fast bowlers (such as my fellow blogger), you need a tremendous energy and stamina to take the long run-up and the power of your bowling arm in delivering a good line and length ball as well with the speed of the ball to intimidate the batsman in playing your delivery. Not to mention the impact on your thighs and heels when you land hard on the ground after the delivery, in the long run these will damage whatever tendons and ligaments you have. I was once a very effective pace bowler taken up the second bowler spot (which is normally slotted for your best bowler) in my previous team and that was some 18 years ago (during my school days laaa…) but eventually I gave up that kind of bowling due to the age factor and concentrate more on my off-spin variations. As for my fellow cricketer , your age is catching up (he is in his 40s) and if you couldn’t get any wicket within your first 3 overs, please step aside. Let the spinners (such as me) do the damage to our opponent ehhh… So, how was that???

...howwwzattt for the broom effect???

Which one do you prefer, awarded with a broom (http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/11/13/nation/19451308&sec=nation) or got booted out from the system? Last week Selangor MB Dato’ Dr. Khir Toyo, awarded a broom for the inefficiency of certain municipality in collecting the minimum 50 percents of targeted taxes. I’m sure before deciding in giving out such award Dato’ Khir had already discuss the matter with all the state honchos and I’m sure the majority if not all had given their nod for such called “award”. The funny thing is, the broom effect managed to find its way to the parliament and they even table it for debate how improper it is to humiliate a person with a broom. Now, what have become to our MPs?

Denmark, Japan and Taiwan (just to name a few) have done it. Why not us, we are standing tall just like those countries? We are also a develop nation just like them. By now we should be thinking out of the box, not like “katak bawah tempurung” if we want to be global. Not only going global by our being but along it goes with our thinking. That’s how we’re going to develop our nation. Even our minister had introduced the phrase “mengangkasakan bangsa”, is it by sending one man to represent his nation to the outer space count as “mengangkasakan bangsa”? From my view it is far from that, we’re not even “mengglobalkan bangsa”.

In Malaysian culture (especially the Malays); a broom signifies a form of “sial” or bad omen if it is presented to you even more if it touches you. That is what certain politicians keep barking about, the “sial” of the broom. But what about the “sial” of their in-competencies? I’m sure Dato’ Khir meant well by symbolically given out the prestigious award and I applaud his earnest in doing so because Malaysians are much more humiliated by a broom than any other actions against them for them to start working.
“Hujan batu di negeri sendiri lebih baik dari hujan emas di negeri orang”. Is it still relevant in our society? I think not. For me it is better for me to “cari rezeki” in foreign soil rather than being raining with stones to death in my own country and that’s what we called “HIJRAH”…

...howwwzattt... hahahahahahahahaha...

MALAYSIAN CAN-OR-NOT: http://lawakjoke.blogspot.com/search/label/%28BM%29%20Lawak%20Politik

American Spaceman is called Astronaut, Russian Spaceman is called Cosmonaut, Chinese Spaceman is called Taikonaut and Malaysian Spaceman??? - Can-or-not. Malaysia Astronaut Association Second Edition (MAASE), was thinking about sending somebody into space. Three potential can-or-nots were called for an interview - Sami Belu, Narjip and Oh Kah Teng.

MAASE interviews Sami Belu first: "So Belu, this is a dangerous mission. How much do you think you should be paid?"
Belu replied: "Ten million ringgit."

"Waa lan, Why so much?"

"Very dangerous mission la, maybe no come back!" replied Sami Belu.

"That's understandable," says MAASE.

"Thank you.. Please ask Narjip to come in here." So Narjip walks in and was asked with the same question.

"Alamak!...bahaya ke? 20 million la, "replied Narjip.

"Dua puluh million? Dua kali banyak woi!!! Itu Indian contractor baru minta sepuluh million."

"Ya betul tapi..," explains Narjip, " Saya kan ada 4 isteri and 15 anak ... Keluarga saya perlu banyak wang untuk jika apa-apa berlaku!"

"Hmm..betul tu," says MAASE.

"Okay, panggil tu cipek masuk?"

"Siapa tu?""Oh Kah Teng la..."

Oh Kah Teng comes in and MAASE asks, "Given this is a very risky mission, how much do you want?"

Oh Kah Teng thinks for a while and says, "30 million."

"What?!? 30 million!? Why so much?"

Oh kah Teng beckons him to come closer.He quietly whispers into his ear "You take 10 million, I take 10 million,and then use the extra ten million, send that aneh to space lah!"

...howwwzattt... don't know what hits you??

A few days after the surgery.

I’m sure not many of us are familiar with the term “TEH”. Well for the uninitiated, TEH is a medical term derived from Thrombosed External Hemorrhoids (http://www.aafp.org/afp/20020415/1641ph.html) where in the layman’s term it is an equivalent to piles. The word thrombosis itself means; a local coagulation or clotting of the blood in a part of the circulatory system, meanwhile hemorrhoids mean; swollen veins in the wall of the anus.

Well do you find it disgusting or even gross for me to ever mention such thing in this entry? I’m sorry if you feel so but do let me share my experience with what I had to endure early last year. It all started with this tiny little globulous growth just by the side of the anus. I’ve had it for a few days at first and thought nothing over it except for the itchiness and perhaps it might gone away in due time, go to work as usual and even had a cricket game at the Selangor Club during the weekend. What started as a good game for me turned out to be a heck of a prize to pay. Come the following morning, this tiny little globulous growth was not that so tiny little globulous growth no more, since that it has grown to the size of a marble plus the itchiness and the burning sensation as well. I said that’s it, I’ve got to go to the hospital for this damn thing.

So down at the SMC I’ve met Dr. Shah my physician (I had my gall bladders removed by him years before) for his advice and by one look at the situation, snap right away remove he said. Damn, another surgery but this time it was different. Imagine somebody else is going to poke their fingers down your arse? Anyway I had the surgery on the same day and was given the option by the specialist anesthetist whether a partial anesthetic or a complete knocks-out. I chose the latter one since you guys are going to prod me mercilessly with god knows what, I rather knock myself cold.

The surgery went well except for the 10 days in the ward especially when I’m trying to relief myself for the first time, it is hard man. I mean the thing is really solid rock. For the duration in the ward I was given diapers for use, who knows my muscles down there still in a state of shock and I might not even realize something slipping down under. Even at home I’m the heavy user for a few weeks of the all-night long wings or no wings sanitary pads and had become the subject of ridicule for my wife.

For those out there who had the same experience as mine, you guys should know better and whoever has this tiny little globulous growth going on and off on them, better for you to take some kind of precaution. You’ll never know what hits you until it is to late…

p.s. Thanks to my SERATAS buddies from up north for dropping by and not to mention the usage of the bathroom lol…

...howwwzattt...don't know what you got...

7th Nov 2007
0030hrs

Just finished 438 pages "The Dogs of War" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederick_Forsyth. I’ve started off last evening and finish just about the same time today. It consumed well of my night sleep. The wifey knew it well enough that once her beloved husband started to put himself into something like a book, it’s useless to ask anything from him even coming to bed and that what had happened to me.

I find it is hard for me to stop such a good reading and would go on and on without much realizing how time goes by. And today at work I was just like a zombie with bloodshot eyes finding that even an easy menial task was hard to finish. I know it is not healthy for someone of my age with the kind of occupational hazard I face everyday to further prolongs this kind of nightlife (not the other nightlife). But then again, I’m in my prime…

‘Cry “Havoc” and let slip the dogs of war.’
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.