Well, well if it isn't the headline grabber again? Familiarise yourself with this piece of article before you read further:
http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/7/5/courts/14743259&sec=courts
1. For a democratic or self-proclaimed free country, sure does come with alot of restrictions doesn't it?
2. Think of the article, it's a ONE WAY STREET, ONCE IN, NO GETTING OUT! (Censured remarks - thanks to another avid follower though I've been out for months)
3. So give it some thoughts when you're about to take an OATH in which 'should guide you for the good of mankind' - dare not quote who otherwise I'd get into trouble
G'day and NO I'm not against anyone or anything or any religion, just the administration.
Quotable quote : "Even bats get alot more done in the day than the idiots running the office" - go figure!
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Internet is SUPERNATURAL?
Folks folks folks,
Sorry for being away for so long as I've been engaged with loads of things that had been happening in my personal life in which I'm proud to claim that I'm HAPPY and ALIVE.
Here's the highlight of the day - You'll get a kick outta this article :: Investment through Net Forbidden
Read and if you so happen to study science of which the govt encourages and even plans to send a few "Boleh-ian's" to space, apparently the Internet is filled with Supernatural beings, Ghosts and all other mythical creatures that you could think of. Quoting a line from the article:
"They (spirits and supernatural beings) are beyond the comprehension of the human mind as they involve the invisible world. We don't want to promote a belief in tahyul (supernatural) and khurafat (superstition) which we do not know about." - referring to facilities available in helping people to invest online
Get a load on that one. Setting up business, investments in which helps generate income and ways to innovate business is being labeled as "BEYOND COMPREHENSION"? Wow, I wonder what's running through that thing between the back of his eyes.
Anyway, sometimes I feel people make statements in the press just to rally some attention, and mind you, statements like these actually reflects how a person thinks and acts, no wait, for crying out loud, he's a SOMEBODY in SOMEWHERE-LAND.
So hey! It's a great Saturday, start off your day bright and have fun! More updates to come and some major announcements coming up. Till then, do remember to check out the article and please, please, please, for those of you who don't understand how things work, or that brings profit to you, steer clear, Ghouls and Ghosts are at it again. And if you're reading this from the screen of your computer, do you know how it works that it profits you in bringing information directly to you? If you don't, some demons must've created it. Dang those @!%$^#%&#
Sorry for being away for so long as I've been engaged with loads of things that had been happening in my personal life in which I'm proud to claim that I'm HAPPY and ALIVE.
Here's the highlight of the day - You'll get a kick outta this article :: Investment through Net Forbidden
Read and if you so happen to study science of which the govt encourages and even plans to send a few "Boleh-ian's" to space, apparently the Internet is filled with Supernatural beings, Ghosts and all other mythical creatures that you could think of. Quoting a line from the article:
"They (spirits and supernatural beings) are beyond the comprehension of the human mind as they involve the invisible world. We don't want to promote a belief in tahyul (supernatural) and khurafat (superstition) which we do not know about." - referring to facilities available in helping people to invest online
Get a load on that one. Setting up business, investments in which helps generate income and ways to innovate business is being labeled as "BEYOND COMPREHENSION"? Wow, I wonder what's running through that thing between the back of his eyes.
Anyway, sometimes I feel people make statements in the press just to rally some attention, and mind you, statements like these actually reflects how a person thinks and acts, no wait, for crying out loud, he's a SOMEBODY in SOMEWHERE-LAND.
So hey! It's a great Saturday, start off your day bright and have fun! More updates to come and some major announcements coming up. Till then, do remember to check out the article and please, please, please, for those of you who don't understand how things work, or that brings profit to you, steer clear, Ghouls and Ghosts are at it again. And if you're reading this from the screen of your computer, do you know how it works that it profits you in bringing information directly to you? If you don't, some demons must've created it. Dang those @!%$^#%&#
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Story of a hubby
Some light reading and sharing for the day. - thanks M for the sharing.
When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.
Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.
I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.
However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.
Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.
She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.
I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this.
I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.
Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.
I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.
She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.
When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.
Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.
I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.
However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.
Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.
She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.
I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this.
I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.
Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.
I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.
She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Happy belated Valentines and Gong Xi Fa Cai
Well, let's see Valentine was yesterday and might I add I've a memorable one....VERY INDEED.
Not going to over-elaborate it here but to those who know me, well...you'd know. Anyway, Valentine had been sooo commercialized with flowers and dining being overpriced and marked way way up.
Now having said that, I'm not being a cheapskate or anything but when it comes to Valentine, unless it's really significant, it's really worth celebrating. For one, I know alot of happily married couple and couples in relationships, many emphasized that they'd rather have someone being romantic and show them constant care throughout than just the day itself. Meaning, why particularly Feb 14th when you've the chance to show your concern, care and love throughout the year? *at a slightly cheaper rate too* :)
Nothing much to rant about and hope everyone had a great Valentine as I know I'll always remember mine. *HuGz* + *LiFt* to *ahem*
Counting the days and how messy my room is, it'd probably take me a good few more days before CNY to get it sorted out. No wait, it's just a few days away...shucks...gotta do some serious spring cleaning...SOON!
To my loved ones, friends, family, Happy Belated Valentine and also Happy Chinese New Year. You're gonna love the message below:
1. Horse Arrive Work Done
2. Step Step High Rise
3. Year Year Got Fish
4. One Road Smooth Wind
5. Out In Flat Safe
6. Smile Mouth Long Open
7. Heart Think Work Done
8. Dragon Horse Sperm God
Gong Xi Fa Chai!!!!!
Not going to over-elaborate it here but to those who know me, well...you'd know. Anyway, Valentine had been sooo commercialized with flowers and dining being overpriced and marked way way up.
Now having said that, I'm not being a cheapskate or anything but when it comes to Valentine, unless it's really significant, it's really worth celebrating. For one, I know alot of happily married couple and couples in relationships, many emphasized that they'd rather have someone being romantic and show them constant care throughout than just the day itself. Meaning, why particularly Feb 14th when you've the chance to show your concern, care and love throughout the year? *at a slightly cheaper rate too* :)
Nothing much to rant about and hope everyone had a great Valentine as I know I'll always remember mine. *HuGz* + *LiFt* to *ahem*
Counting the days and how messy my room is, it'd probably take me a good few more days before CNY to get it sorted out. No wait, it's just a few days away...shucks...gotta do some serious spring cleaning...SOON!
To my loved ones, friends, family, Happy Belated Valentine and also Happy Chinese New Year. You're gonna love the message below:
1. Horse Arrive Work Done
2. Step Step High Rise
3. Year Year Got Fish
4. One Road Smooth Wind
5. Out In Flat Safe
6. Smile Mouth Long Open
7. Heart Think Work Done
8. Dragon Horse Sperm God
Gong Xi Fa Chai!!!!!
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Enforcers will record traffic offenders, not stop them
Enforcers will record traffic offenders, not stop them
What's wrong with the article? Allow me to quote a portion of the article :
1. By noting down car registration number can warrant you a summon if you can't come up with proper explanation?
2. What's the whole purpose of noting down the numbers or snapping a picture when a clear cut offense is identified?
3. We live in the modern age now, and imagine the hassle when you've been issued a notice to come 'bicara bersama saya' with the JPJ folks just to find that your reasons cannot be accepted and need to issue you a summon anyways. - efficient?
Then again, sometimes it bemuses me on how good intentions with poor implementation yields a certain degree of embarassment. I'm sure that JPJ would like to ensure that everyone adhere's to traffic rules, don't create unnecessary problems to other road users, so thank you, then again last thing I need is a notice telling me to go bicara with folks in which are suppose to provide "service with a smile" ended up being stuck an entire day queuing to get someone to listen to my reasoning.
Thanks but no thanks! Happy holidays people, please be safe on the road, home and also in bed? :) Gong Xi, Gong Xi, Gong Xi Ni
What's wrong with the article? Allow me to quote a portion of the article :
ROAD Transport Department (JPJ) enforcement officers and policemen in plainclothes will be on their rounds to identify traffic offenders during Ops Sikap XII from Sunday to Feb 25.
China Press quoted JPJ director-general Ahmad Mustapha Abdul Rashid as saying that the enforcement teams would not stop offenders but only identify them during their rounds. - mind you, these are people in plain clothes
They will take down the registration numbers or snap pictures of those who flout traffic rules and hand over the details to JPJ for further action. - registration numbers being noted or pictures being snapped to identify your recklessness? Concrete proof to issue you summons?
“The offenders will be given notices to attend inquiries held by JPJ. If we find their reasons acceptable, summonses will not be issued,” he told the daily. - better still, we can explain that "er, encik, itu hari ahh, cuaca panas la, nak makan ais-kacang, macam tu pun kena saman ke? lebih-lebih lagi, gerai ais-kacang tu pun illegal kat tempat setinggan tu bukan?
1. By noting down car registration number can warrant you a summon if you can't come up with proper explanation?
2. What's the whole purpose of noting down the numbers or snapping a picture when a clear cut offense is identified?
3. We live in the modern age now, and imagine the hassle when you've been issued a notice to come 'bicara bersama saya' with the JPJ folks just to find that your reasons cannot be accepted and need to issue you a summon anyways. - efficient?
Then again, sometimes it bemuses me on how good intentions with poor implementation yields a certain degree of embarassment. I'm sure that JPJ would like to ensure that everyone adhere's to traffic rules, don't create unnecessary problems to other road users, so thank you, then again last thing I need is a notice telling me to go bicara with folks in which are suppose to provide "service with a smile" ended up being stuck an entire day queuing to get someone to listen to my reasoning.
Thanks but no thanks! Happy holidays people, please be safe on the road, home and also in bed? :) Gong Xi, Gong Xi, Gong Xi Ni
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