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Arrgh.. I’m so addicted to this song I tried to download the soundtrack off limewire but to no avail. Arrgh…. can someone help?

Bille August’s inspirational docudrama Goodbye Bafana begins in 1968, with South Africa buried neck-deep in the horrors of apartheid and Nelson Mandela (Dennis Haysbert) — then an underground leader of the African National Congress — imprisoned on Robben Island for sedition. As the story opens, the native African population of the country — 25,000,000 in number — buckles beneath the crippling weight of the racist white minority, who control the Nationalist Party Government. The film follows the spiritual and psychological journey of James Gregory (Joseph Fiennes), a Caucasian Afrikaner who came of age on a farm in the Transkei and initially views all blacks as subhuman. Gregory also speaks Mandela’s native language of Xhosa with perfect fluency, which makes him an ideal candidate to serve as warden of the Robben Island Prison and eavesdrop on Mandela and his inmates. What he fails to anticipate is the most unlikely and special of friendships (one of history’s greatest) that burgeons between himself and Mandela — and helps him evolve from a narrow-minded bigot with limited self-awareness to a sensitive, humane critic of social injustice with a heightened awareness of mankind’s ill treatment of one another and a genuine level of love for his fellow man. As the friendship between Gregory and Mandela grows and matures, it symbolizes Africa’s transition from the oppressiveness of Apartheid to the freedom of multi-racial democracy.

First and foremost, I wanna wish you all happy merdeka. How’s the day? How was the merdeka eve celebration?

Well, glad to have a pot-luck party with my homies at Towkay’s place. Its not a sincere pot-luck anyway as most of the food were bought. The preparation notice was rather short for everyone to be available let alone to cook food. Gone are the days when we’d go and trouble ourselves to watch fireworks in town. Except to the time when we booked a room on the 20 something-th floor in a hotel in the Golden Triangle and watched the firework display at KLCC like it was just right in front of us.

Ok. This morning, I felt very malaysian because after the walk at the Asia Jaya park with my dearest, we went for traditional banana leaf feast at Vishal, Brickfields. I guess this is something only we Malaysians have the priviledge to enjoy. We, Malaysians comprise of people of various different descent and cultures can live in peace and eat different kinds of food. I cannot ask for more as the breakfast only cost me RM11.60 for 2 people and I felt bloated after that. Thosai, idily, vaadai, mee hoon, coffee, chutney and dhal.

Afternoon, was also rather adventurous as we went to Ulu Yam for the original loh mee. Well, you can actually get good loh mee from an uncle who hails from Ulu Yam at the Selayang Jaya market. He’s none other than Andy Law’s uncle. Haha. My dearest been wanting to go and see the Sg. Tua waterfalls and I thought why don’t we go Ulu Yam for loh mee. The waterfalls were full of people and cars were everywhere along the main road and the parking places. All the waterfall stops were full of people. Mat rempits in convoy was also a common sight. The town of Ulu Yam was very lively as there were a lot of people from other places went there for loh mee and exotic delicacies perhaps. I had a good terrapin and frog meal there before.

That was merdeka celebration. Luckily, we avoided big shopping malls on holidays like this. What a boring merdeka day. Maybe tomorrow, we are going to the national museum. Hehe. It was kinda blocked today as we were unable to enter its car park as the army deployed their tanks, artileries and a batallion of GI there after the parade.

Majulah blogging untuk negara. Selamat Hari Merdeka.

My dearest, who have zero knowledge in football, been telling me her friends and colleagues been asking her to get something Liverfool fc for them as they know we’re going to UK soon. Imagine she dont even know what is anfield and someone asked if she can get him a patch of grass from anfield’s pitch and a drop of Torres’ sweat. Then another fella asked if can get a scarf and fridge magnets. What the fuck. I rather go Villa Park with my irish uncle. I heard his dad was a staff there many years ago.

Liverpool is part of our itinerary but we’re not there for its football. We’re going there for the Magical Mystery Tour. Yeah….I admit, I’m a huge Beatles fan….. but just 45 years late.

As I said earlier, I will be going to OT. Even my dad is excited and he makes sure that I go there. Well, then give me some sponsorship, dad. Haha. Been getting request from a fellow United supporter to get him a jersey for the new season. Man… we can get that here in Malaysia. He said the wordings & numbers on the back of the shirt are better in quality over there. Really? I don’t know. I’m not there for shopping spree. Don’t expect much souvenirs ok. I’ll just get you guys some Dji Sam Soe at the airport. The Budget 2009 didn’t really give me tangible incentive.

Attended yet another wake….. funeral…. last weekend. This time, my grand uncle is not around anymore. Sometime its sad to see the people you have seen for many years now going away one by one. Man, just feel like we are really getting older.

Almost the whole family attended the wake except the uncle who is getting married next week and his whole family. His mom… the sister of the deceased, reminded us and the rest who went to the wake.. not to go to her house and her sons’. Chinese sure have a lot of superstitious customs and pantang-larang.

But then, as long as my knowledge serves, these pantang only valid to the immediate family of the deceased. The wife and children of the deceased should not attend any functions during the mourning period. Only the deceased’s elder or younger brother(s) should observe the pantang. Deceased’s married sisters and their families need not follow all these crap.

I remember my granny (the deceased uncle’s eldest sister) was told by my deceased uncle’s mother in-law that she cannot attend the funeral at the mortuary because she is 1. elder 2. female & married (off) the family.

Granny just layan’ed her, nodded yes-um-ah, and then just hopped onto the bus with us and off we went to the mortuary for the cremation. “What rubbish, I can’t even go to my brother’s funeral?” she asked. Long live granny. I just feel lucky that granny never observed these rubbish pantangs at home. Apparently, the mother in-law is same age with my granny.

Ok, I will not elaborate long on the matter as it will cause customary unrest.

The tv was showing Grey’s Anatomy yesterday and there’s a patient with some rare illness/disease sitting on the operating chair with all the medical officers and doctors surrounded him. The senior doctor was discussing and teaching them with a real live sick patient. What should you do when things like this happen? What was the cause for this to happen? The questions goes on….

I suddenly remembered the day when I was sitting in front of a bunch of student doctors with my jaw dangling, tongue sticking out like a dog, sliver dripping like babies….. I gave permission for them to use me as a case study for the medical studies. The doctor was putting archbar into my mouth and the students were taking pictures of the procedure and my mouth.

Its gonna be a year this Friday since the great fall.

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
“Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can’t explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh

Attended a wake yesterday nite. My godfather’s mom passed away at the age of 79 years. She was my mom’s godmother. Me and my cousin called her “mee mee poh poh”. Mee as in noodles. She used to sell noodles near the place where we lived which was walking distance from my late grandmother’s house in Taman Sri Melati.

Apparently she was from the same town where my grandparents hailed, Batu Gajah. Well, I just got to know it yesterday. My cousin and I was remisnicing the days when we’re just about 3-4 years old when my granny would push the stroller with my cousin on it and I follow…. to the mee stall for breakfast every morning. Then later when the mee stall was relocated to the market in Selayang Jaya, grandma will take us on bicycle to the market every morning. My cousin will be in the front of the bike while I sat behind. If memory serves me right, my cousin was put in the basket. Granny will be chatting with mee mee poh poh and the other aunties at the stall. You know lah, market place. My cousin and I will be playing around.

Yesterday my cousin even said to some one…. “we ate her noodles when we were growing up, we grew up with her noodles”. Hmm…. thats true. Granny had been eating prawn mee and curry mee at her stall every morning without fail. If it’s not prawn mee, it will be curry mee for the day. Me and my cousin had wan tan mee every morning. I don’t know, but we can have the same good food from the same shop everyday if we like the food. Granny was like that, I’m like that…. perhaps my cousin is also like that. Sometimes, we just reluctant to go to another place to eat the same thing if we have a particular shop which sells the food we already like the taste.

Well, rest in peace, Mee Mee Poh Poh. Her coffin was buried at the Cheras Christian Cemetery this morning.

A colleague asked if I’ve read an article in the papers lately about colleagues. He also asked if I agree with the article, that a colleague is just a colleague. Colleagues cannot be friends as in buddies, because the relationship will eventually snap at one point of time due to some unforeseen circumstances.

Ok, when a colleague asks you this, you have no choice but to be diplomatic. He went on saying that colleague will use each other for their own gains such as promotion and you can only trust yourself.  Well, actually I have always been a strong believer that a colleague is just a colleague. No matter how good and buddy you are to your colleague, I bet that someday when either one gets reward, the other will be envious and rivalry is the evil that go hand in hand with office politika. Its a dog eat dog world after all. I’ve read about the importance of team building motivation activities for staff so that he/she will be able to appreciate the comradeship of the other colleagues. Chinamen company is just different.

There are some exceptional instances where colleagues became good buddies. It just doesn’t happen so often in our life. What rubbish is all this? Thanks for reading.

It finally rained today…. cats and dogs…. after weeks without rain. It started to rain during lunch time. There were road blocks in many places in KL this morning as former Deputy PM Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim was charged.

I wondered if the rain has something to do with the Anwar. I mean, the sky rained because it wanted to express dissapproval to Anwar being charged for something he may not have committed. I been cursing during the whole rush hour home after work. Terrible jam and rain. I bet some places would have been flooded.

Hope the truth will unfold soon and that “sodomised” victim’s anus be checked again. Indeed if its consensual, why only Anwar was brought to court?

Met Mba (not his real name) for lunch this afternoon at famous duck leg mee, Intan Baiduri. I was shocked to know that my homie was robbed of his wallet and new N81 and was brought to the ground. He was kicked in the face while lying on the road, punched and received outpatient treatment for some lacerations. Got some cuts from the parang that one of the culprits used.

He was robbed just right in front of his in-laws’ house (in Selayang Jaya) where he was getting into the car to leave for home. He was assaulted by 4 mat rempits on two motorbikes. Luckily, his laptop is not taken away as he had just put it into the car and the culprits were in haste. He told me he was wondering and was kinda curious if something’s amiss when he saw 2 motorbikes loitering around there. It was too late when he realised something is wrong and it happened to fast. The culprits came towards him in a blink of an eye and assaulted him.

Gosh…. looks like he had it worse than me. I was only a victim to snatch thieves. No wonder we see security guard business blossoming nowadays. The police is useless, so we got no choice but to hire private security services for our neighbourhood. Police is more interested in setting up road blocks just because people are coming to town to meet Anwar. Man, with puasa month and Hari Raya just 2 months away, expect a lot of money-making roadblocks from now on. Your rear seat belts !!!! Buckle it up. They have a reason to book you for it. That one is putih putih one.

Almost… another RM50 into the pocket.

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Yeah.. I’m doing countdown. Yeah…. it is drawing near…… I just can’t wait to go.

Got a free complimentary 1 hour massage from True Spa (subsidiary of True Fitness) at Jaya 33, PJ.  So both of us, my szer and I went and I knew it will be some sort of marketing ploy. Well, luckily the person supposed to give us the sales talk was not present or else we would’ve sat there listening to endless crap.

The complimentary foot spa (not foot reflexology massage, mind you) was rather so-so. I’ve chose for foot massage. They gave me option of foot spa, shoulder massage and back scrub. Well, the place is quite nice. Its on the 4th Floor of Jaya 33 building…. one floor above the gym, True Fitness and there’s a swimming pool under construction. They have this massage chair where they have a jacuzzi for your feet. It is not so ergonomically to sit and have your feet massaged as you have to be alert to avoid your feet falling into the water in the jacuzzi. The complimentary massage was just for 30 minutes. They cheated us. Another 30 minutes was supposed for the sales talk.

However, the cute plump girl attended to us was rather nice by letting us know that the person supposed to talk to us was not present and we can just leave some contacts.. friends and relatives that might be interested for the massage package or should I say membership. Hey…. the normal price and even member’s price is still quite expensive. I thought they’d bundle it together with the gym membership package.

Anyway, we’ve sold many of you readers’ contacts in return for 30 minutes of indulgence. We’ve got no choice. Haha. What do you say? If you get a call from True Spa, chances are it is from me or szer. Enjoy your spa ok.

You all have to see this video. It is just too hilarious to not share with you all.

Hey Jude sung by a kid