What I've learned at 40

And in the end, it's not the years in your life that counts. It's the life in your years - Abraham Lincoln

Nearly got myself killed twice. Once, in a near car collision on my sister's wedding day and the other one falling down 10 meters off a mountain during a hike. Those aren’t accidents, I was stupid and careless both times.

Guys cannot fake orgasm.

As corny as it sounds, I actually met my wife in a bookstore. She was holding a book on sexual reproduction. She seemed a bit out of breath when I said ‘Hi’, which I thought might be because of my mere presence…she was actually hiding the book from my sight.

Politicians have speechwriters. Stupid ones have a few more than the smart ones.

The biggest organ a guy should worry about possessing is the size of his heart.

The grass is sometimes greener on the other side.

You could find a civilized man in a small kampong and you could find an uncivilized man in a cosmopolitan city. It has nothing to do with education or money.

At times, money can buy happiness.
Women need shoes as much as a man needs fancy electronic gadgets. Sometimes men likes gadgets and shoes too.

I get mad and I get even….most of the time.

I write better than I do talking. Problem with live debates is that you cannot spend 5 minutes writing it down before answering.

Never dated a model but I was engaged to a stewardess once.

A good heart is better than a good intention. Good intentions always have a way of screwing up.

Fuck is actually the most flexible word in English. You could be pissed, ecstatic, happy or hurt and describe the feeling with the F word. Strange but fu**ing true.

A real patriot is a politician who tells the truth no matter what the consequences. A real rakyat is the person who defends this person.

Life little mysteries, I went to my cousin’s wedding. Took a photo with the married couple along with the bride’s best friend. In the photo, I was with my ex-fiancé and the bride’s friend was with her boyfriend. The bride’s best friend turned out to be my wife nearly a decade after the wedding. I did not talk or knew her then. In fact, neither one of us even remembered taking the picture together.

I like to stare at my uncle whom has the uncanny resemblance of my late father. He is uncomfortable by it.

Parents have a favourite child though they always say that they treat everyone the same. I suspect, I’m not my mom favourite though she tells me so.

Live simply, love generously, Care deeply and speak kindly. We should live by these values plus be like a fruit tree. You give sweet fruits even if stones were thrown at you.

Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther could walk. Martin Luther walk so Obama could run. Jay Z said that…now who said rappers can only cuss..?

Mat Rempit(18SX)–work in progress(part 1)

Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present.- Marcus Aurelius

Black, hollow and red eyes…

 It’s the eyes that stared back at me through my rear view mirror. That empty look…devoid of any emotions except of hate…PURE HATRED. It made my spine chill because those eyes happened to be staring back at muah, yours truly…ME.

 F$%#…just my luck to be here at the same time as this asshole on wheels.

 Actually, our path could be different. Approximately 45 seconds ago, this stranger was weaving through cars, lorries, other bikes…like he owned the road. Problem is, I had been watching this character and I am not in a good mood. Slowing down, I purposely wedged closer to an old Toyota that was ambling down the street cutting the biker off. 

I had a funny feeling that it was a bad move…trouble is, my funny feeling is usually correct. The ass-on-wheels applied his brake hard and slowed from 50km/h to an abysmal zero km/h in 4 secs, his wheels locking and screeching all the way.. you could smell rubber…burnt rubber. I bet money that his tyres left rubber marks on the road..

 The fella was obviously not amused. Damn…my funny feeling is right for the thousandth time.

‘Beeppppppppppppp’ a sickening horn sounded at my six o’clock. ‘BeeeeeEEpppppppp’ it sounded AGAIN…as if I hadn’t notice the first beep. Did the biker think I was deaf..?

“Oii.., Lu GILA KAH..?” the biker bellowed. I ignored the obviously stupid question…the answer was obvious…he was the gila one…not me.

“Weii…Turun…turun le kalau berani” he yelled again…I pretended to ignore him.

‘THUMP’..a flesh on metal sounded at the rear of my car. Heyy…did the asshole-on-wheels just thumped my car..? Another loud thump confirmed my suspicion. Okay..I get it….but why the need for repetitions? This character really needs an education on road and safety etiquette. Question is…who is going to teach him..? I bet that line is going to be a short one…right next to the long line of ‘I don’t want to mess with Mat Rempit’s’. Great…just great…and I’m late for work.

‘See’, my conscience spoke in a slight sarcastic tone…’TOLD YOU NOT TO BUG THIS GUY, now see what happens’.

Damn-it, problem with having a conscience is that, it’s not connected to the muscle that is doing the stuffs that you don’t want it to do. In my case, both my arms and my legs. I began to wonder, why God designed us this way.? Some philosophers believe that humans are born with a blank slate or Tabula Rasa…to be fashioned by life experience. Some like Plato believe that we should lead a moral and righteous life. Not all philosophers agree on that though, Nietzsche for example believes that God is dead. Yeah right, my philosophy lecturer back in university didn’t tell me that Nietzsche was also crazy, caused by a psychological maladjustment brought on by his philosophy. What book did he wrote..? Ahh…yes, I remember, ‘The Anti-Christ’. Wonderful children bedtime reading material. So is it nature…or nurture..? I believe in…

‘THUMPPP’ , that loud and familiar knock again, stirring me up from my philosophic reverie. That disturbance is an insult to a budding philosopher like me, the disturbance to philosophic thoughts, dear thoughts according to Plato. I bet Plato’s teacher Socrates would be rolling over in his grave right now.

 -end part 1

Selamat Hari Raya 2008

I would like to wish all my family, relatives and friends...a wonderful Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri.

Mohon maaf zahir dan batin, semoga kita akan bertemu Ramadhan di tahun hadapan.

Indah langit kerana awan,

Indah laut kerana kebiruan,

Indah Ramadhan kerana keinsafan,

Indah Aidilfitri kerana kemaafan.

23 July 2008 - News headings

1) Kit Siang - Why Malay unity and Not Malaysian unity (Star page N6)

Is DAP the custodian of the VOICE of multi racial Malaysia or just the CHINESE in general..?
Check for yourself here. (Look under 'About Us' and choose Leadership OR elected representatives.)

I bet you can count with one hand non chinese elected leaders (in National, Women and DAPSY) representatives in this so-called Pan Malaysia Multi-racial party.

Walk your talk lah Kit Siang.


2) Kos Senggara mahal (Utusan page 1)

Wow..maintanence of over RM132 k - RM 175k per car over a four year period for Perdana V6.
Funny, my periodic maintenance for my V6 hardly goes over RM400 every 3 months. The last major cost was RM1600 to replace the cheap tyres to Continental kick ass ones.
Further more my perdana comes with 5 year warranty on parts (even the gear boxes are covered).

And I have such high aspirations that the current Trengganu Exco would not be like their predecessor...looks like they hired the same style politicians all over again.

Imagine these jokers with the wang ehsan..it's Monsoon Cup with a different name.

Sea Shell

Life is hard, we say. An oyster’s life is worse. She lives motionless, soundless, her own cold ugly shape her only dissipation ... - M.F.K Fisher

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sea Shell by Amy Lowell

Sea Shell, Sea Shell,Sing me a song,

O Please!A song of ships, and sailor men,

And parrots, and tropical trees,Of islands lost in the Spanish Main

Which no man ever may find again,

Of fishes and corals under the waves,

And seahorses stabled in great green caves.

Sea Shell, Sea Shell,

Sing of the things you know so well.

Oil and Food crisis – Making Sense of It All

Malaysian politicians are a weird bunch. When the whole developing world is staring at a possible food crisis, the politicians are busy planning about increasing fuel price when we do not have enough rice to feed ourselves.

How difficult can estimating how much we Malaysians eat rice? With a population of slightly more than 20 million people, estimating it would not take a rocket science degree.

Emphasis has always been to cash crops like oil palm…that’s why. The idiotic blowback to this notion is that while we boast to the world that Malaysia is the leader in palm oil biofuel, we will diminish lands that is used, planned to be used or make planters switch from growing food to growing more profitable palm oil. So, if you take lands to grow biofuels instead of rice, less rice is produced and prices would inevitably go up.

So this is how the rich actually starve the poor. Since the rich insist on cheaper fuel alternatives, more lands are being used to cultivate plants for producing biofuel like corn and palm oil. So it’s the case of feeding your car instead of your mouth. And in poorer countries, that also means taking food from starving children so cars could run.

Less rice means government has to import rice from other countries like Thailand, where we pay market price for it and sell to Malaysians at a subsidized rate to avoid civil disorder. Problem with this kind of problem solving (typical with our government) is that the government has to find funds to cover the subsidy cost. Since we know that the government has no money, an increase in fuel price cannot be avoided. So now, instead of having a civil disorder about rising rice prices, we have a civil disorder about rising oil prices. Since all industries depend on oil, we have across the board increase in almost everything from food to our electricity tariff.

Being a citizen to any country is not the same, some perks are enjoyed if the country has surplus of some natural resources. Venezuelans enjoy cheaper fuel than most other countries because they are a big supplier of oil. Same goes to most Arab countries. Americans enjoy cheaper grains as government have subsidies to help local farmers etc. We Malaysians are moving away from perks for the people and now moving towards a non-subsidized country.

My question is, what is there to be proud of our nationality if we do not enjoy what mother Malaysia has to offer of her bounty..?

Has the public transportation etc improved from the last increase in fuel prices as our PM promised..?

Has our ministers succeeded in doing their jobs as per our expectation..?

If not…something has to be done this December UMNO election. It’s time to get rid of the dead woods.

The SMS

A politician is known for the promises he keeps - Anonymous

My phone vibrated at 3.37pm on 4th June 2008, I was attending a training session scheduled for 2 days starting today. It was an incoming sms…

Friend : Petrol pump price increase tonite.

Reza : Really.. Not in August..?

Friend : We r on the way to putrajaya to pick up letter

Reza : Tq..pls update me later.


At 5.42 pm, my phone again gave an ominous rattle.

Friend : Confirm price increase from pump. RM1.00 DIESEL, RM0.7841 ULG97, RM0.7410 ULG92. Fleetcard no change. RM0.43 fishery diesel/petrol.

So that’s when I knew.
F*^% the government, another lie. Shahrir told us that the increase would be in August. This was 2 whole month early. Najib in early June told the people that they are not increasing the price so soon so ask the people to stop speculating.

Wait, another sms

Friend 2 : 4/6 PM Abdullah Ahmad Badawi says Tenaga Nasional to raise electricity rates by 18% for home, 26% for business users/STAR


Damn the politicians..