howwwzattt... of the journey within continues...

DRESDEN, DE

2130hrs, 10 OCT. 2015

Not feeling in the mood this evening, so I just come down to the bar to read Tony Parsons' Man and Boy while watching Rugby World Cup 2015, England vs Uruguay on tv and writing this at the same time.

Finished off early today and took the opportunity to go to town. Got myself a Jack Wolfskin's fleece since the temperature is getting colder on altenate days. It is quite expensive taking consideration that Jack Wolfskin was originated from Germany but I don't mind spending on quality that comes with the brand itself.

This is the fleece that I bought, tried it in the open air just now and it is warmer than my Sacoor down jacket and much more lighter. At least it was a good investment as of now.

Heard that I might be staying here until the mid of December and that is trouble. I didn't prepare for the weather and if I keep on buying this kind of stuff just for me to keep me warm, I might be ended up paying on the extra baggage on my return back to KUL.

By the way, I treat my blog as a journal, my journal. To keep me in touch with what I'm doing and where I'm going or been to. At the same time it might help for those fellow travelers on new places. I wrote universally, not just on one single topic such as politic or family. Who knows, someday it will publish as a book no?

I'm not a traveler. I'm a journeyman...

howwwzattt... of misty day... not haze...

DRESDEN, DE.

1855hrs, 8 OCT. 2015.

Started off on the morning shift today and finished off quite late due to struggling with a defective tool from Toulouse. Actually it was a pipe cutter because we are doing some modification on the flaptrack area. Need to cut 3 of the hydraulic lines to accommodate the modification and later will connect it back by way of permaswage repair.  

I didn't sleep last night. No, I can't sleep last night. Must have dozed off somewhere around 5am and woke up an hour later when the alarm rang. Channel browsing a few minutes somewhere around 2am, came across an X channel kind of like a Smartshop program full of advertisements and phone numbers with live model showing off their small/medium/large boobies with compromising positions but carefully choreographed so that the little thing down under won't be in view. By the way, it was purely educational.

Well, frankly it gave more "sakit kepala" to me and I just switched it off. 

Posing with our nifty Fiesta outside the EFW Hangar.

Today is a very misty day in Dresden with the average temperature of 11 centigrade and in another week of so, snow will start to fall in certain part of Dresden according to the weather channel. I hope not where I'm staying or work.

Couldn't wait to get back to my room so that I can go online so that I can read some interesting news back home. I didn't find myself a local number since I'm using the company provided phone, though it is a 4G but I didn't turn on the data roaming, using it only for calls.

On the way back trying to look for a place to tapau some food.

This is the meal supposedly for dinner and the lunch that I missed earlier. Kebab with fries and some greens with purple colored vegetable that I do not know what it was called in English, dalam cakap Melayu pun tak tau jugak.

Well, those news were still like this morning before I left for work, nothing promising so far...

P.S. Ringgit is steeply climbing against the Euro and USD...

howwwzattt... of how your emotion takes over you...

DRESDEN, DE.
2311hrs, 5 OCT. 2015.


Finished of early today, just sit there in the beer garden browsing the great WWW of news from Malaysia and still the same 'ol same 'ol.  Nah, I'm not in my right state of mind for the moment, something has been bothering me since I got connected, obviously about you or us. I miss you...

Received this once I got connected just now, a copy and paste of the alert sent to me in my mailbox. Feel free for your reading pleasure for I'm too exhausted to elaborate more. We have PERKASA  and PEKIDA, they have PEGIDA.

I tried to attach my croaky voice here on Tersendiri, but I guess it was so bad and horrible that there is no option for me to do it. Remember baby, Jack of all trade but a master of none. Guess you'll never hear me sings when I'm sober...

Night my moonbeam... my Precious Poem... I'm listening to Kuintai Cinta Dalam Rahsia now...

Germany: Urban centres: Avoid anti-immigration rallies, counter-demonstrations due to risk of unrest Members should avoid all rallies organised by the nativist Patriotic Europeans against the Islamisation of the West (PEGIDA) and associate groups, due to the risk of localised unrest. Highlighting this, rioting on 28 September occurred during a PEGIDA rally in Leipzig (Saxony state), with demonstrators physically assaulting two journalists. Details of forthcoming protests, which come amid a record influx of refugees, are as follows (all times local): 5 October (anti-immigration demonstrations) 18.30 at Theaterplatz in Dresden (Saxony state) 19.00 at Odeonsplatz in Munich (Bavaria state) 19.00 at Richard Wagner Platz in Leipzig (Saxony state) 19.00 at Portsmouthplatz in Duisburg (North Rhine-Westphalia state) 7 October (counter-demonstration) 15.00 in front of the State Office for Health and Social Affairs (LAGESO) in Berlin Travel Briefing PEGIDA rallies are often met by counter-demonstrations by leftist and anti-fascist groups, and violence between participants and police officers is likely. Clashes broke out on 12 September in Hamburg (Hamburg state) between the police and leftist demonstrators who gathered in anticipation of an anti-immigration rally at the city's main railway station, prompting its temporary closure. Disturbances were also reported on the day around the main railway station in Bremen (Bremen state). Increased anti-immigration sentiment has become more apparent in recent months, and has fuelled unrest at related protests and attacks on venues hosting refugees, particularly in Brandenburg, Mecklenburg-Western Pomerania, North Rhine-Westphalia, Saxony and Saxony-Anhalt states. Arson attacks on accommodation and physical assaults on refugees continue to pose incidental risks to visitors, particularly when they occur in central locations. The authorities have so far been able to handle the logistics of processing and resettling refugees smoothly. However, an unprecedented influx of refugees to Munich on 12 September prompted the government to reinstate border controls. In a related incident, Deutsche Bahn on 22 September announced that rail services between Munich (Germany) and Budapest (Hungary) via Salzburg (Austria) would be halted until 4 October. Travel Advice Summary Avoid all anti-immigration demonstrations due to the risk of localised disturbances between rival activists, or between demonstrators and the authorities. Any such unrest is likely to be swiftly contained by the police. Areas in the vicinity of refugee accommodation are likely targets for far-right groups. Liaise with local contacts for information on the locations of such sites and plan routes to avoid them. We do not hold information on train schedules. If undertaking overland travel, reconfirm the feasibility of journeys including the status of border posts and key roads, as well as the availability of rail services with Deutsche Bahn. Monitor our travel security alerts on Germany for further updates.

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howwwzattt... of you and me...

DRESDEN, DE
2053hrs, 3 OCT. 2015

Kuintai cinta... dalam rahsia...
Dan airmata...

howwwzattt... of war and sharing the world peacefully...

DRESDEN, DE

1726hrs, 3 OCT. 2015

Got off early from work today, took my shower and straight away come down to the terrace starting on a new book. Someone gave it to be before leaving for Dresden and honestly, I don't know what expect from it but I believed it must've been interesting since the person bought it in the first place.

Whenever I was in the lounge with my European colleagues and whenever Al-Jazeera broke the news on tv about bombing in Syria or someplace in the middle east, they will ask me on why did Muslims like to fight and go to war with each other? Frankly, I was prepared with this kind of question to say the least.

Well, it was never a Muslim thing I said, it was more of the race itself. The Arabs were known to be a rough lots, they will pick anything just for the sake of fighting among themselves. Even during the Hajj, they'll step over your head so that they can get a better place to "see" God. They love confrontations.

As for me, it is a matter between me and Allah the most merciful for I'm not a hypocrite.

So, here it goes, NARCOPOLIS by Jeet Thayil...

"If heroin could write, this would be its novel. Long, intoxicating sentences weave like opium smoke into the story of Dimple - a streetwise prostitute in a Seventies Bombay opium den. Read in horror as the city quietly sows the seeds of heartbreak into its drug-addicted citizens' lives." - Stylist

howwwzattt... of the transition of yourself and going overboard about it...

DRESDEN, DE
0948hrs, 3 OCT. 2015


Bigots come in all shapes and sizes. They can also come in form of your local celebrity. That was the first line from Malaysia Chronicle regarding how racist could it be when one says about "our people and their people".

Read here from Malaysia Chronicle if you've not to come to know about it yet.

Abby Abadi or Arbaiyah Abdul Manan should have just walk out the Secret Recipe outlet once she felt that the Halal status of the outlet is in question. It is called was-was and in Islam it was a whisper from the devil to make you to feel inferior, incapable of doing things.

Now, back to our people and their people. I can imagine that when she walked inside the outlet to buy a birthday cake for her children saw tudung clad girls manning the counter assuming "aaaa orang kita". Later I can imagine her asking those girls, "Sapa tokeh?", and was told that it was "their people" by those girls. By this time she has already had this impression of questionable Halal status in her mind.

Instead of cancelling the order, she brings the cake back home and eat it with the family and later posted the photos of cake eating on her Instagram, Twitter, Swarm and I guess her FB too. After that she decided to post about the Halal status and "our people, their people" things.

What the fucking fuck? You have a choice of not having it and yet you downed it down your throat and then you make a big fuss out of it.

I wonder how she survive when travelling abroad. It is always "their people" preparing the foods with no Halal certification issued by JAKIM.

Islam has never been a difficult religion for its followers. Thus, the presence of religion is to provide convenience and a way out of difficulties. Therefore, this kind of attitude tends to exaggerate and complicate themselves in religion is not allowed because it can generate anxiety. These are the reasons why the scholars opined that "was-was", worried, or sceptical were due to two things;

1. There is doubt as to the true teaching of the religion brought Prophet Muhammad SAW so the feeling of it need to be expanded.

2. Weak reasoning or lack of understanding towards the religion itself.

I'm not a preacher or a scholar of Islam. I too inherit Islam from those before me but I was given "akal dan fikiran" to reasoning things. It is not like if I were to into facebook created by a Jew, I myself will convert to Judaism. Same goes if I were to wave a Malaysian flag during Merdeka which happened to be made in China, made me less patriotic.

Do not put yourself as low as those red shirt kukudus or the "lempang" Pasir Salak MP. They were stupid ok?

So, just let me dine here in peace. The food was prepared by "their people", in this case Germans.

Islam itu memudahkan bukan untuk diberat-beratkan...

howwwzattt... of epilog cinta dari dresden...

DRESDEN, DE.
2300hrs
1 OCT. 2015

Terhempas ku terjaga dari lingkar mimpi... pada titik sepi...
Suaramu terngiang menembus khayalku... yang juga tentangmu...
Dan ku akui tanpa kemunafikan... ku cinta kau...
Bahawasanya aku, aku bersumpah... kucinta kau...

Selamat malam Puisi Yang Terindah... ku cinta kau...

howwwzattt... of fulfilling one's desire...

Smoking in a toilet is such a fun, just like my days in Taiping years ago. The hotel doesn't let the guests to smoke inside their room but luckily the exhaust fan in here works. Unlike in Mexico, most of the time it didn't. I received a love letter from the hotel advising not to do it again, otherwise I'll be slapped with a USD250 fine for my misdeamenor. 

Yes I know, smoking is bad for my health. It will be a bonus if I reach 60 in another 17 years. Still haven't outlived my arwah abah, he was 47 (and a chain smoker too) when he collapsed by the roadside where Super Kinta stood in those days on the eve of Aidiladha 35 years ago, still holding several kilos of meat for rendang raya.

Yes I miss him. A great man yet simple.

howwwzattt... of closing one eye and letting it to pass by...

Just woke up this morning, washed my face and brushed my teeth. Dresden is sunny today but the temperature is still hovering below 10 centigrade with the real feel of 8 degrees according to the weather channel. Having to put on layers of clothing quite a hassle even just for a smoke outside the lobby.

These are what I'm wearing now for breakfast and now sitting outside at their beer garden while puffing nicotine. A turtleneck sweater, a hoodie jumper, a pair of jeans, a pair of boxers to keep my crown jewel warm, a pair of sneakers complete with socks.

For the past few days, I've been scratching my thighs and calves while asleep. I have a sensitive skins when facing the cold and the dryness and I think those coming from the South East Asia will encounter the same problem like me. I used to wear nothing under the covers but not here, contact with the bed linens made it rasa gatal and miang. This happened when I'm in a temperate country.

Got myself a Nivea body lotion last night but haven't use it yet and someone got me a tea tree oil from Body Shop for the scabs.

Came across this, "Kenyataan Rahim fitnah, menghasut" yesterday in MKini and I was wondering why Jamal Ikan Bakar and his bunch of kukudus haven't baying for Rahim Tamby Chik blood yet and take the street as if they want to wipe all those pendatang. Opppsss, what have the Chinese and Indian got to with this? Never mind, they'll find a way to deviate the attention into a whole new game of racism again.

I left a one liner comment on someone's blog last evening and one of the commenter replied to my comment  saying that I'm an Anwar fan and a Red Bean Army myself. What has Anwar got to do with the specific post itself beats me and no, I'm not a DAP supporter but I sympathize to those fighting for the right cause. So far UMNO minions only tinkering on ridiculous moves as if they live in this one minuscule box called racism. Just like the Arabs toward their own sects.

So, why haven't I put them in similarities to Hitler's Nazi? It is because of the Arabization that they were so fond of. Everything that has got to do with Arab must have been a good thing and the prophet himself was an Arab and Islam found its way among them first. But why? Arabs were a terrible lots, they like to fight among themselves, it was their culture. Believe me, I've been with them, been to their country, rendering my service to them and their attitude far more worse than ours though not all. So, what we a following now was not according to the teaching of Islam. We just follow their cultures. Labelling others as we wish.

This is what Yusuf Islam aka Cat Steven once quoted, "I did not come into contact with any Muslim before I embraced Islam. I read the Qur'an first and realized no person is perfect, Islam is perfect, and if we imitate the conduct of the Holy Prophet... we will be successful."

He learned from scratches by reading the Quran and only then he look for guidance from those in the know.

Unlike those kukudus, they inherit Islam from those before them.

howwwzattt... of hungry, tired and cold in saxony...

Finished off early this evening and feeling hungry like a wolf. Drove down to Central Neustadt hunting for food, settled down at Yufka Kebab Haus.

Just this in a box, 100% meat because I won't finish the usual menu. The guy there think that I'm a Mexican and tried his Spanish on me and I just laughed at him, told him that I'm a Malaysian.

I don't know, still he tried to lure me into his Spanish and I just replied back buenos noche meaning good afternoon or evening.

Ahhh, my fingers are in pain now being in the open with this gentle breeze. How I wish they'll send me to the mediterranean  after this, heard there'll be a working party in Malta soon.

I miss you and how I wish that I...

howwwzattt... of missing the smell and warmth...

DRESDEN, 1211HRS, 29 SEPT. 2015

I didn't know what day it was
When you walked into the room
I said hello unnoticed
You said goodbye too soon

Breezing through the clientele
Spinning yarns that were so lyrical
I really must confess right here
The attraction was purely physical

I took all those habits of yours
That in the beginning were hard to accept
Your fashion sense, Beardsley prints
I put down to experience

The big bosom lady with the Dutch accent
Who tried to change my point of view
Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed
But my heart cried out for you

You're in my heart, you're in my soul
You'll be my breath should I grow old
You are my lover, you're my best friend
You're in my soul

My love for you is immeasurable
My respect for you immense
You're ageless, timeless, lace and fineness
You're beauty and elegance

You're a rhapsody, a comedy
You're a symphony and a play
You're every love song ever written
But honey what do you see in me

You're an essay in glamour
Please pardon the grammar
But you're every schoolboy's dream
You're Celtic, United, but baby I've decided
You're the best team I've ever seen

And there have been many affairs
Many times I've thought to leave
But I bite my lip and turn around
'Cause you're the warmest thing I've ever found

howwwzattt... of waking up to your own snore...

Lately I've been snoring in my sleep. Waking up to my own snore is kinda odd. How one is asleep but once snored, you tend to woke up as if listening to someone else snoring near you.

Last night that was what happened to me. On and off waking up listening to my own with intervals of horror dream. My bad for watching a spook movie before bed. The funny thing was, I've keep telling myself don't snore but it didn't help at all, I could have not control myself. It's spontaneous, it happens just like that.

It is quarter to 1 here in Dresden now, trying to sleep while writing this. Someone said to me, telling me that I should write again on whatever comes to my mind. Write about myself, my work or the adventure and misadventure that I've put myself into.

Do you know at this dreadful hour, I miss hearing your snore. A music to my ears. Night my Precious Poem...

howwwzattt... of something has to give, someone has to go...

Yesterday I received a travel alert/advisory to Germany about on arson attack on immigrant accommodation center. As I was writing this, another alert came in through my email regarding anti immigration rallies.

When I was in Mexico last month, my German colleague had advised me on this kind of things, particularly in Dresden just to let me know so he says.

Dresden situated near to the Chech border and those good people rarely see outsiders particularly Asian. Yes, we stood like a sore thumb amongst those Europeans, just like when I was in Toluca. They never seen an Asian what more a Malaysian. Dresden is not a metropolitan, to them Asian is an exotic specie. 

While at that, I didn't receive any alert from the US regarding the rally at Petaling Street tomorrow, heard few arrests being carried out.

The puppetmaster is restless now, for he cannot travel abroad to spend his fortunes on a private plane.

howwwzattt... of jalan2 isi perut pt. 2...

Yesterday was our recovery leave and after we take our cars, a Skoda and a Ford Fiesta (that's all they have for long term rental) from Avis at Dresden Airport we tried to look for a place for lunch. After googling around, we decided to go to this place called Sinbad, a Lebanese restaurant in central Dresden.

It was located in a residential area and no, I couldn't pronounce the place. German is a strange language, unlike French. The price was cheap considering the ambient inside, dirt cheap to me if you take 1 euro to 1 ringgit in a sense of purchasing power.

Sinbad, their specialty is Lebanese cuisine.

Yes, the blue T again. Hey, I just love my Nukleus.

Yup, your hero...

One of my colleagues posing inside the hookah room.

Sinbad's beer garden, with grapes above our heads.

Yes, we have free dessert fresh from the tree. Eat all you can.

Enjoying our meals. 

I can't remember what I'm having except it was rice with grilled chicken and
only cost me 8 euros.

I don't bulls... :)

howwwzattt... of jalan2 isi perut...

I was at the Zentrum Dresden earlier, jalan2 cuci mata sambil isi perut. Came upon these buskers singing in Spanish. I think all of them some kind of related as in one family. The songs remind me of my stay in Toluca Mexico including the Badabes2x by Meghan Trainor. The only missing was the horns section. In Mexico they will have trumpets, trombone and tuba to compliment their performance.

The area reminds me of Capitole de Toulouse.

howwwzattt... of drizzling in saxony...

Spending my recovery day reading this outside under the shade. It has been drizzling since the evening, the sky is kinda pale now. 

Going to look for car to rent in a while, it is not like Hamburg or Frankfurt where taxis are aplenty. For less than 1000 euros I can get a new model A4 or a C-Class Benz for a month.

These are my companions here, someone gave it to me so I won't get mad talking to the wall.

Someone is going to build a chicken coop I heard, good luck then hahaha...

howwwzattt... of thinking where to get my nasik...

Was taking a stroll just now looking for place for dinner. Came upon this place in Neustadt some 2km from the hotel.

A kebab place just beside a supermarket. I was thinking of something with rice but they don't have it tonight. Just point the menu displayed on the wall, don't know how to pronounce it because everything was in German.

Ended up with this, still a kebab dish I guess and the portion was huge same like anywhere in Europe.

Not much movement particularly Neustadt, a slow pace life because I think everybody is taking the stride as good as it comes but more appreciative in a way. 

Yes, it's calmer here but I miss you much...

howwwzattt... of good morning sunshine...

0530hrs +2GMT

I just woke up after been sleeping for 8-10 hours. Another hour or so before landing in Frankfurt.

Having my breakfast 35000 feet above the ground, in another time zone. Took the potato and pumpkin, the sausage feels rubbery like a watchman nightstick.

The attendant is serving coffee now, having my second cup.

Some 7000 miles away.

Just arrived at Holiday Inn Dresden, waiting for my room to get ready.

The rest of the DRS working party.

And the nest for the next 4 weeks.

Another morning, another place and the only day off is far away but every city has seen me in the end, and brings me to you again. 

Earlier this afternoon, received an advance notice from the office informing me of a new deployment straight out from Dresden to Dubai on the 17 of October. Rarely we will be sent from one place to another (unless with something urgent) without coming back first to KL but I guess this has got to do with the new policy of us to be away 80% days for a calendar year which is 280 days.

I don't mind to be a Revolving Jones but sometimes, the loneliness breaks me.

Always somewhere, miss you where I been...

howwwzattt... of a fine line between nationalism and racism...

I was born in Kuala Kangsar, a royal town in Perak. I inherit a Bugis and Acheh lineage from my father and mother respectively. Most of the living Malaysians now regardless of their ethnicity were here in Malaysia and that makes us a rightful citizen of the country.

Our forefathers and those before them may have come from some place else to the peninsula and I believe mine too. This is a hijrah, a migration to another land or place for a better living.

As for our generation now, we were born, schooled, work and die on this land that we love, well some may died some place else.

Being so, sub-conciously all of us are nationalist in each individual right. Some may fight with guns like the army, some may venture into businesses to strenghten the economy, some may teach in schools preparing for the next generation, some may work in factories again for the economy and some may not even doing anything except for counting their fortune.

Being proud of who we are, of our land that those before us had developed with their bare hands and sweats.

1Malaysia is a nationalism in form of slogan, reminding us of who we are.

Shouting Cina balik Tongsan, India balik India, Benggali balik Punjab tapi Melayu balik mana? What if the Orang Asli shout at us, "hoiii Melayu, pegi balik Jawa, pegi balik India", would we be abled to react?

And that is racism, a card being played by our leaders just to save their skin, to save their periuk nasi.

howwwzattt... of to die for the wrong reason, for the wrong cause...

Read here if you want to know more. The prime minister of Malaysia, Datuk Seri Najib Razak is reported to have belted out before some 15,000 silat (Malay martial arts) practitioners at the Nation's Independence Square (Dataran Merdeka) that "we are willing to die," for Najib's government.

I myself wouldn't be too quick to offer myself to die just yet, at least not for this. I admit that I'm a coward, pengecut. I'm not a strong person who would run into a fist fight blindly and then got whack good and proper. But for those who want to die for this kind of cause, his cause, be my guess because you were being used by the puppetmaster to defend him, to speak on his behalf against those allegations which he himself keeping mum about.

When reading OutsyedTheBox just now, one can't help from wondering why no more international getaway lately.

How did a blind man cross the road? By an ambulance of course. Because his first attempt to get across was unsuccessful and the hospital was conveniently located on the other side of the road. Don't be that blind man, use your brain or imagination to say the least.

howwwzattt... of being part of my journey...

Had lunch today with a friend at Vegas Ipoh Garden. Those from Ipoh will definitely know about it, the one besides Hollywood. Those two places frequent by all walk of lives, all races.

There is one lady manning or onwed the drinks stall herself came over and took our order. I didn't pay much attention at first while savouring my nasi dalcha. She was in a conversation with my friend who happens to know some Chinese in Cantonese and a mix of English here and there.

She must have been 55 or 60 now and suddenly I became quite interested in her. At first the familiar face and then how she walks. I knew her I said to myself but just couldn't figure out where just yet but my mind already down those 24 or 25 years back when I'm still with Maxwell Kenion Cowdy and Jones in Ipoh.

To confirm my wild thought, I asked my friend what was her name and she told me it was Mei Ling. Gosh, couldn't it be she was one of the clerk cum pantry lady there.

I asked my friend to ask her if she ever worked in an office before, she came over and my friend asked her about it.

Guess what, the first thing she said was yes, she worked for MKCJ and I was like what a small world and suddenly shrinked myself to the only Malay boy employed there (except for Asmuni Awi, the senior partner, a Perak PAS commissioner now). I was the foot despatch for them during the day and Mat Rempit at night along the Tiger Lane stretch.

She asked my name, introduced myself, they called me Kamal there and mentioned about some of my Indian colleagues at that time also those legal clerks, paralegals and the partners. It was during her time too. She doesn't remember me but must be thinking I'm one of those greenhorn interns going for the Bar then.

A small world it is, even smaller when time flies...

howwwzattt... of those mariachis and those tequilas...

I was in Mexico two months ago doing something for Interjet. Well, Toluca is situated around 9000 feet from the sea level and whatever temperature you have in New Mexico, just deduct it further 10 degrees. Just like our highlands at night.

My last day on site at Centro de Maintenimiento Interjet with this lovely lady.

This is where I stay, Courtyard by Marriott Toluca. No hotels with more than 3 storeys here.

One of the cornfield patches viewed from my room.

Pano-panning with my 5s.

No haze, no smog though it is an industrial city.

My salmon bla3x at Cabo Grill in the mall.

Corn soup with tortilla, feta cheese and dried avocado.

Their sambal tasted similar to us.

Again, one of the meals.

Fruitti de mare or fruit from the sea. It was creamy and delicious.

Food is inexpensive and even I can afford to have daily meals at the hotel's restaurant. I don't know about the tourism there but Toluca is an industrial city. Within the vicinity of the Courtyard Marriott, you can see plenty of factories around. They have Ford, Chevy, Nestle, Pfizer, Bayer and many more, just name it. The railway line runs through the city providing transportation for the goods produced there.

With Remy, my colleague from Toulouse with the mariachis in the background.

Yup, by now you guys must be wondering why the blue T? Simple, I love it but I love you more...

The music was good, live mariachi in every clubs, pubs and bars easily to be found there. Those Tollucans sure know how to party. Didn't taste their tequila though.

And no easy catch, that only appears in blue films...

howwwzattt... of a beautiful mind...

I asked someone about the difference between the Kuning and Merah rally. Without blinking her eyes she said that it was of their education level. Of how the way of thinking and mentality. 

I have to agree with her and felt quite embarrass towards her for she is not a Malay. I do not want to eloborate more, use your brain and give it a thought okay?

I never had the chance of going to the university after finishing my high school. My SPM result was bad which I re-sit again the next year, no tuition or proper guidance but I was determined to prove that I can do it. At the same time I worked as a despatch with a legal firm, Maxwell Kenion Cody and Jones near the Ipoh Padang. I resigned after that because they won't allow me to take leave for my exam. After the exam, I continue to work as a petrol pump attendant. I fared better but still no higher learning for me due to the financial limitation and stuffs like that.

My arwah abah was a simple man, a taxi driver in Ipoh. Sometime he took me to work, people seem to know him. Wherever he goes, they greet him with respect as any other gentlemen should get. Rarely he pays for his breakfast. He spoke Chinese and Indian fluently, with passable Benggali in between. He was a true journeyman I guess.

Not long before he died, he got me a Malay-English-Malay pocket dictionary, if you know the one with the pages that easily be torn off. I read a kamus when I was 8, not treat it as a reference. I read it from cover to cover. When I was 9, you can ask me the meaning of what are inside.

No, I'm not saying my English is good. In fact someone did complain on certain aspect of it. But imagine this, sea of informations are in English and you won't easily get fooled by nonsence.

By the way, I'm not a product of BTN for I never went to the university if you catch my drift and I'm glad for not being there too.

howwwzattt... of honey, i shrunk my 501!!! Pt. 2

Rebel without a cause

Someone took this picture of me in my STF walking inside a cafe yesterday. Kind of like a James Dean's feel with the blurry image which added the artistic and mysterious effect to the image.

Truthfully, I don't have the good look like those denim models...

howwwzattt... of what the hell had happened?

He said he was with the Dang Wangi OCPD negotiating of the chaos at Petaling Street yesterday cause by his Merah minnions. Suddenly he urged the Domestic Trade, Co-Operatives and Consumerism Ministry to take action against the traders in Petaling Street for selling counterfeit goods. Read here if you don't believe me.

I was like huhhh??? What the hell had just happened? So, no longer fighting and upholding maruah Melayu? Now fighting against counterfeit products? While at that, please include those traders at all the Uptowns, Gerbang Malam and pasar malam too.