I've been going to this reserve secondary forest, for the past 2years for my brisk walks. Yes, brisk walking, it has come down to that. (for some folks, even brisk walking is an expletive). But before you throw any mockery my way, picture this...You climbing a 1.5kms continuous 35degrees inclination without stopping, followed but path approximately 3kms that goes up and down, just like a woman's temperament governed by premenstrual hormones, plus, you age above 40years.The first time I walked the path, my tongue almost licked the road, in exhaustion and thirst. I finally understood what it meant to have your tongue hang out from wherever it came from when someone said,"his tongue hung out at the sight of the Pamella Anderson's....."
Above: An insidious flow of water making it's way as it later gathers to become a stream, just in time for men to pollute them before they joint to become the sea.
Actually, I started off with cycling sessions on the same track. I use to cycle on that track with my mountain bike (it sounds so impressive I know, but let me finish my sentence), on it's tarred road. I had to invest in a semi slick tyres to make the cycle smoother as the off track tyres can make you feel like you are cycling a tow truck when you are already tired. But after a few spins, that left me feeling absurd because I can't seemed to keep up with the person walking beside me. That itself is totally destructive to one's athletic ego!!! Was there a point to using wheels if you are going to get from point A to point B, slower than walking? In my paranoia, I could have sworn I heard the monkeys laughing and pointing their fingers at me in ridicule. I left my cycling to the Hulu Langat track and stuck to brief walking in this track.
Cycling in Hulu Langat, of which some of the tracks are part of the La tour de Langkawi, is absolutely brilliant. A word of caution though. On quiet days, namely weekdays, there are places that turned out to be the famous dumping sites for dead bodies. It's like, we cyclists cycle on weekends, the mafias dump bodies in the days in between. Quite a happening place considering it is termed "Ulu". Other than the dead bodies, which I have not yet discovered, it is a brilliant track to cycle especially on cyclists' weather.
If it is not for the fact that cycling more than 100kms a week increases the chance of impotence in men, I would have aptly cycled till today. Funny though, that the bunch of guys I cycled with had never breath a word of having male crisis to me, despite knowing that I'm a doctor. Impotence, such a lonely word, lonelier than honesty, and cycling could cause it. But wait a minute, I'm not a man. Well, the principals is the same. You sit on a bicycle seat too long, the pedundal arteries gets cut off from their blood supply. These arteries are responsible for the flow of blood into the genital area, hence the erection. A woman may not need an erection, but blood supply down there, that we definitely need.
As for women, well we have penis that failed to become, and we had to settle with something termed as clitoris (maybe that is why men think that they are superior than women) . With the same principals, I will leave you to do the math. Thank God for that (the clitoris that never became a penis situation). Imagine how screwed up the world may become with everyone governed by penises. Currently, statistics showed there are more women to the ratio of men. Men, a minority and already posing so many problems to the world and to women especially. Imagine if everyone has it!!! (Men are the cause of women's problems...menopause...dysmenorrhea (menstrual pain)...menorrhagia(excessive menses)...you want me to go on? Mental disorders...okay, I think I've made my point..)
Below is the video clip to demonstrate how simple things like the deafening sounds of nature could actually sooth one's soul. By "nature" I exclude human beings. If anything, men had worked hard in excluding themselves from nature, if not try to destroy it, just by taking for granted that they it is okay to do so.
Just a word on the ethics of going through nature. It irritates the hell out of me when people, normally Malaysians (I've bumped into Westerners who even their kids tend to respect the nature by keeping it down), make so much of noise while walking, alone via mobile phone conversation, and in group, amongst themselves. Joggers are quiet because they are too busy sucking the oxygen in for breath to keep them not dying from mere exercise. It amazes me how loud some people can get just talking to each other even when they are right in front of each others' faces. The reason why people come to walk through nature is because we want to listen to the nature, and not to your stupid conversation about "Anwar is not a homosexual because he has a wife and kids"...That statement itself goes to show how your IQ will not be a threat at all to the intelligence security.
I don't comprehend why people bring their hand phone with them while exercising. The whole idea of exercising, part of it is to have time by yourself to reflect. Perhaps it is a vicious cycle, you are an asshole because you don't reflect your life and your influence to your surrounding, therefore you continue to become an asshole". And why is it that people have to scream into their phones? Why use the phone when you may as well scream to one another, since you can be heard all the way to Timbuktoo anyway...
Then there are "the clappers". I don't know what the fuck they get walking and clapping as though their "chi" is going get transmitted to god knows where, if not my irritated ears.
My mom says it best, "Semua orang ada otak. Binatang pun ada otak. Yang tak ramai, orang yang guna aqal. "
Perhaps it has become our culture to not bother how our actions may inflict on our surroundings. That is why I love going there early, when there are minimal human around. Less actual monkeys to put up with...
Below are some of the scenery that pacifies the irritation I sometimes have to put up from human's lack of empathy towards others' need to have a moment of zen with the nature... Below: Some may think that they have died from the exercise when they see the white light at the end of the walk....
Finally, water from Bukit to quench one's thirst after the long walk-jog. Karam Singh Walia once did a cover on this area. He commented on the type of water, which happened to be category one for this area, ergo, you can drink it without boiling it. Unfortunately, I do not have a breathtaking pantun to end my writing, as would Karam Singh...
I had a good quick getaway last weekend on the pretext of learning in a Medical Conference. Cheapskate is the correct word, I hate to admit it, but it's the only way I could get away with staying at Westin Langkawi at 1/4 expenses. I've stayed in many hotels before,and actually had to pay for it, yet somehow I liked the Westin Langkawi, not because I have any any shares or bonds pertaining to the hotel, rather, because of the hospitality.
The hoteliers are very amiable and friendly, not to mention helpful and warm. Then again, they may be sucking up to us thinking that we are actual jet setting rich folks who have nothing better to do and plunge our money into luxurious lifestyle out of pure boredom.
Here are some of the photos I've managed to take. Notice how I'm never in any one of those pictures? That is because I'm the one taking the photos, and since I'm quite a loner, and have forgotten to bring the tripod, they may look like pictures taken off from the internet. But if you happen to notice the skinny feet and the book I am reading, and compare them to the photos I've posted of the holiday in Redang, a couple of months back, you'd notice the book is the same. Oh yes, I'm still struggling to complete "The Last Templar".
The room looks comfy, albeit I felt like Goldilocks sleeping in Papa Bear's bed...without the Papa Bear...Who needs Papa Bear when there is a big Plasma TV with CNN and French Channel 24seven...Wait, that's the bummer part. At about 12am, the TV goes off automatically. I know we are all trying to do our bit in saving the world by cutting down energy, but it's when we don't do anything like driving etc, that we need TV!!
View feasted for the eyes during breakfast...
Obviously after breakfast one needs to lie around like pyton and awaits for the digestive system to complete it's job, before one dwells into the pool.
The process of eating-swimming-lepaking by the poolside was repeated. Nothing like doing nothing.....now THAT is definition of relaxing. I was a restless soul until my husband taught me, "Relax...". I use to call him "Relax-Singh"....(he was a punjabi and spent way too much time relaxing....relatively to me of course) I found this spot near the Jetty Shopping mall, about 1km pleasant walk (obviously when the sun is way down and not on top of one's head) from Westin Hotel. They have duty free shops ranging from Chocolate shops to Coffee Bean. I chose to not sit in Coffee Bean, instead this little join called "Simfoni", which I find interesting as it has free WIFI service and the shop, the only shop facing the sea. I cannot say the same about the human service though. The cashier was probably in her early twenties but her frown and disinterest attitude made her age a couple of years more. Either that or she had not gotten any for quite some time (and I'm not talking about getting internet service by the way) There is nothing musical about the service as well. The waiter screwed up my simple order, and practically tried to make me eat his mistake. The chef came charging, dragging the waiter who carried the canceled order ,asking me what happened as though I was responsible for the waiter's poor IQ score. I may look very young, but trust me, when I'm annoyed, I sound like a nagging grandmother. I simply told them that their mistake is "not my problem".
It would have been pacifying had the highly recommended Rendang Pizza have a taste of at least Rendang or Pizza, but unfortunately, to my already irritated tongue, it tasted like dried grass on a cardboard. I took one bite and left it there (you try eating dried grass on a cardboard when the chef and the waiter had just pissed your mood off!!!) so that no one can tell me to buzz off for not ordering, in the ultimate motive of accessing the internet. Hey, I did not have internet access for 2days and was suffering from withdrawal symptoms!! The hotel offers internet in the room but at the cost of RM30 and hour. I thought the WIFI by the sea was a better deal. It was. The rest that came with it wasn't. Perfect would have been the Coffee Bean facing the seaside. I guess the Langkawi folks are simply sick of staring at the sea they prefer a glimpse of city life when sipping coffee and staring out through the window.
I can't say I've revisited Langkawi, as 99% of my time was spent abusing the hotel facilities. (Hey, I'm a Malaysian). But I will sometime not too soon. It's a lovely island. How can one not revisit....
And so everyone's talking about yesterday's debate between Anwar and Sabree Cik. People arguing on who was more effective and more convincing. If only the debate is not amongst politicians, then probably it will carry some meaning. After all the word rhetorics probably originated immediately after the birth of politics. It is nice though, that each attack made against each other is a plus point for the rakyat because it then incidentally confirms the "khabar khabar angin", convincing us that almost all politicians are the same. It's merely a case of "the pot calling the kettle black". Forgive me for being cynical, but I have got my reasons to be.
Sabree reiterated that the government was nice enough to allow such debates to materialize, as compared to the time during when Anwar was in power when such a thing was not even in anyone's imagination, not even in Anwar's, whilst he was in the ruling party. I'm not sure what point Sabree was trying to make because, to me, the government do not have any choice but to grant such debates, otherwise the rakyat will fall back to the alternative media, which had cost the government their 2/3 seat in Parliment,recently.
It would be great to hear Karpal Singh and Lim Kit Siang debate against the Barisan Nationals though, albeit that needs to be in English because we would like to comprehend the content of the debate and having both of them speak in Bahasa Malaysia would be frustrating, knowing that they would be making their points more effectively in English, which is fine by me.
Frankly, I am not interested in what politicians have to say. Anyone can merely say just about anything, but how many say what they mean and mean what they say? My interest in whatever that comes out of their mouth, does not vary much in intensity with whatever that comes out from their asshole, or whatever that goes in(same channel, different impact). I am interested in what they do, or what they don't do, for everyone knows, actions speaks louder than words.
Anwar made his point when he said we could take the profit from IPP that is drained from Petronas and T&B, and channel it back to the rakyat.(I almost drop off my chair laughing when I heard him use the term "rakyat" in a manner to convince that he actually care,as I dare say through my personal experience with him, err, in a non harlot sense of it, when he was the Education Minister,his conduct had convinced me that the last thing he is interested in is to defend the oppressed, but hey, it sounded great in speeches so why not). Sabree claimed the government cannot subsidize further in view of preventing Malaysia into higher inflation and retarding economy growth in the long run. He too has a point as any economist tend to agree with that. But what is between the line would probably be somewhere between getting profit, plunging it into IPP and the method of execution of that money into the country's development. There's a big loop hole, if not a black hole there.
Last time I checked, people still look like sardine pack in glass bottle when they travel via the LRT. The Komuter system still have the same before Independence mentality, where time is not respected and the train can choose to stop like that Shakira song, "whenever, wherever"...And both system drop you off into twilight zone. What awaits you at the point of drop off are the pirannha taxis. We still keep getting cases of poverty revealed in TV show such as "Bersama mu", whilst there are politicians who have mansions within the country and overseas. Plunge the money into rakyats' interest you say?
Okay, let's just say the longest journey begins with the first step. Fine. We had that debate. Here's some constructive ideas (probably destructive to some but hey, it's an idea). Why not open the debate to more participants like an Economist, a Scientist. An economist may reveal the actual facts and figures, not merely rhetorics to us in how to strike a balance between taking some portion from the IPP to channel it back to the rakyat, without jeopardizing the long term economy growth and impair development infrastructure etc.
A scientist for example, if present at the debate, would have told Anwar not to pooh pooh the notion that Malaysia could in the near future be drained out of Petroleum. The world is talking about "Peak Oil" and I was surprised he did not acknowledge it. It's fine to talk about decreasing oil price as a relief to the people.
But why stop at short term benefits? Why not talk about money going into R&D to find alternatives to petrol..(There goes Petronas) We should be talking about how to take less and give more to the environment.(there goes half the parliment). We should be talking on how we could cut back the unnecessary lavish lifestyle that is detrimental to the environment (there goes F1). We should be talking about making the public transportation more efficient so that less car usage means less petrol/diesel consumption (there goes Proton). We should then not just talk but put the money where the mouth is. No point talking if no action is taken. That is what we should be concern about, not who won the debate last night.
I noticed that they did not take any question from the audience. Perhaps in the future, any debates should include experts in various fields to see the matter at hand from all angles. But like I've mentioned earlier,no point talking if it is just to score votes. May as well turn it into a mini series and call it "Battlestar Rhetoric-tica"
It tickles me when someone says that a doctor is a highly respectable job. Respectable perhaps, but every job is respectable, unless it is immoral by the society standards. What more nowadays, doctors are fast competing with the lawyers in becoming a profession that is ridiculed by public in regards to the money minting habits.
I have a hypothesis on why doctors are respected. It is little to do with pure respect actually. Why you ask me then? Well, it's probably because the doctor knows most of his patients' dark dirty secrets. For instance. I know why Dato' X is having severe backache frequently. It's to do with his visits to the Dangdut joints, and of course, having a second wife at the age of 50 isn't giving his back any justice. It doesn't help that he is required to be just in polygamy and have to repeat whatever it is he is doing with his first wife, (that is giving him the backache), with his second.
I know who has sexually transmitted diseases,who's scratching where the sun don't shine or who has sleepless nights putting up with a husband who is going through a midlife crisis then decided to ride another woman instead of a harmless Harley Davidson. I know who can't get it up and who's having problems keeping it down. Frankly, I'd trade my knowledge to not knowing because it makes me loose faith in the human kind. Well, until someone with a simple flu rekindles my faith back.
So, when I walk through the corridors of the office I work in, most people give me a nod to show respect, probably not so much out of respect for me, but because I know their secrets.
A rule of thumb. Unless you want to learn dark secrets of your foe, do not get a doctor drunk and talking.....you may end up miserable.
I post this video to remind everyone, how simple love actually is. Love is just love. Pure and simple as it should be. It is us human who have the tendency to complicate things. Don't just hear it,have a good listen, then be reminded, hopefully. Enjoy...and don't forget to give that special person a hug to remind her/him, why you fell in love in the first place...
I thought I'd learn how to make sushi and shashimi, last weekend, since my daughter and I take a fancy to eating them. It is quite taxing to the pocket if we frequently eat out, which come to think of it, makes me feel bewildered as to why food that do not require any cooking is more expansive than those that are cooked. Makes not much sense really.
So off I went on a quest to learning how to prepare sushi and shashimi. A starter pack sold at the MPH gave me the gear one start as the book and the Video CD was quite helpful.
Making susyi per se is not difficult. It's obtaining the ingredients, especially FRESH fish and seafood, that made me chyme the NIKE (or was it ADIDAS) logo, "Impossible is Nothing" from one supermarket to the next. Finding fresh fish in KL is like looking for justice in our legal system.
I finally got hold on fresh Salmon and Dori fish at the Cold Storage, The Curve. I was even lucky enough to have gotten hold of fresh prawns. I knew it was fresh because some were still wringgling and jerking in the basin. For a few split second, I was having second thoughts about eating prawns, seeing them alive and kicking, making me feel barbaric. Then the desire for the taste of prawns on my tongue overwhelms the feeling of guilt. Poor prawns, but hey, it wasn't my fault they are amongst creatures that makes the bottom part of the food chain.
I even found the traditional basin for mixing the susyi rice with the vinegar (to create Japanese ambiance...it's an amateur chef thingy) in Sogo. Odd enough, the vessel was categorized as "fruit basin". A word of caution though, even though Sogo is a Japanese based company, don't waste your time looking for ingredients for Japanese cooking. You can find belacan, but not wasabe there.
The "fruit basin" was given justice yesterday by my using it for it's actual purpose, mixing the susyi rice.
Below......the maki, susyi and shashimi. I don't know about presentation though, as I feel that whatever goes into the mouth comes out looking the same anyway, so I didn't really concentrate on the presentation, but the taste is, well, quite good really. The ready-made sauce is not that brilliant. I am planning to make my own later.
My daughter complained that the rice portion overwhelms the fish that sits on it. Ah...for every successful chef, there is a daughter nagging and complaining, which is in a way, constructive. Then again, she is as skinny as me, so relatively, everything is big to her. A close up to demonstrate the freshness of the fish. Notice how the glistening fish seem to lure you into wanting them to be in your mouth?
The art to susyi, maki and shashimi lies heavily in the presentation and definitely the freshness of the seafood. It's bad enough knowing what you are going to put into your system is not cooked, therefore, the presentation may make up for the wild imagination of puking your asshole through your mouth immediately after you swallow the first bite.
So I guess I will have to work on presentation the next time around.
Well, at least I have one satisfied customer who knew better than to complain about presentation. Just like men, the word, "otherwise you are not getting any" is easily used as extortion weapon for kids too.
And finally, meet the chef from hell, no, not from Hell's Kitchen, (the kitchen is fine)..just from hell....
(This is written as a response to Pahnur's Political mambo)
The issue of willing or unwilling invasion of the human anus has again appeared in the Malaysian political scene. Someone claiming to be the aide a politician has made a police report claiming that said politician sodomized him. The politician, in retaliation, has conjured up all sorts of accusations to so many other parties, some of whom have nothing to do with the sodomy case. One could easily argue that it is an attempt to distract people’s attention away from the sodomy case but of course, supporters of said politicians would rather die than accept this interpretation of the events.
This highly publicized political drama unfolds yet again and it has sucked in contributions from many parties including the American foreign office, retired prime ministers and past college mates of the accusing party. The said politician is yet again trying to discuss the matter on the political stage instead of the legal one.
As the situation spirals into deeper chaos, the Mufti of Perlis, Dr Mohd Asri Zainal Abidin (Dr MAZA) offers the main players the ultimate way out: the solution that would render all else obsolete and moot but one that has staggering implications.
Dr MAZA’s suggests that both the accuser and the accused perform the Mubahalah which requires that both parties swear in the name of God with the words (translated) “I Swear Wallahi, Wabillahi, Watallahi – I did not do the deed.” Both parties then should add “If I did indeed perform the deed, then let your wrath be upon me”. Once that is done, said Dr MAZA, we should leave the matter in God’s hands for it has passed beyond the hands of man.
Once this deed is done, the issue is now between the person and God, all else has become irrelevant. Should the person be found guilty and imprisoned, he deserves the support of the ummah because he has sworn that he is in the right. Should the person’s accusation fall flat in a human court, it matters not because he has sworn that it is true and it is for the ummah to treat it as such. In the eyes of the ummah he must be a victim and thus deserve all support offered to a victim. However, the price is a terrible one indeed. Performing the mubahalah, if you are in the wrong, invites the wrath of God upon you. If you are lucky, God may take some of the weight of your sin away by punishing you on earth, for part of your sin. Regardless however, performing the mubahalah, if you are guilty, some say, tantamount to condemning your soul to hell for eternity.
I believe this is the ultimate solution. Dr Harussani adds his support saying that Anwar should perform the mubahalah. The good doctor said that every explanation should be given but when there is nothing left to be said, he (Anwar) needs to take this oath.
Even the Chief Minister of Kelantan, the honourable Dato’ Nik Aziz Nik Mat agreed to this, although he proposes the more Malay version of the act, which includes holding the Quran above one’s head.
For me, I am waiting to see which of the two is honourable enough, confident enough in the truth, has enough faith in Allah to take the oath. This is the most honourable and Islamic way out. It shows our ultimate faith in Allah.
It is time to leave all these manmade laws and trappings aside and leave this matter in the hands of the ultimate judge.
The time is now. Shed all this manmade temporary trappings. Put this damnable to rest. Put your faith in Allah, perform the Mubahalah.
God has charged us with so much to do in this world; we do not have the time to waste on this idiocy (the sodomy drama).
There are two people that I'd not want to be at this moment in time. One, is Britney Spears and the other is P. Balasubramaniam, former PI to Razak Baginda who's retraction of statutory declaration may earn him roughly about 7 years of jail time if proven of perjury. I have same amount of empathy for both albeit less sympathy for Britney simply because despite it all,the getting caught without panties on, the shaving etc, she's still filthy rich and her latest album did quite well in the charts. (Then again, my feeling about Balasubramaniam may change should I somehow find out in the future, that he is as rich as Britney, even if not as pretty. Who knows. Welcome to Malaysian politics where the theme of the decade is,"sad but true...'???'...". )
Balasubramaniam on the other hand, would probably look ugly going around without underwear or even if he shaves his head bald. He's in a state of "damned if he does and damned if he don't". Poor guy. That's what you get when you're stuck in between two elephants playing amateur chess and on top of it all, both suck at it.
For those of you who have no clue as to what I'm blabbering about, please feel free to browse through my previous post. When you get to the point between feeling nauseas and about to vomit, please get back to this article and join me bitching about the clowns that managed to hold top posts in Malaysia.
How did we allow such idiots to run our beloved country is beyond my imagination. Let me see,Anwar is being sodomized by sodomy elegations resurrected. He in turn is trying to get back at Mahathir via Lingam tape. Najib came up with the latest Anwar's asshole(and I mean it literally) of the month, claiming the buggered came in to see him at his office for some education support then later admitted the boy came to tell on how Anwar rode on him and buggered his end part of the digestive system.(why would anyone run to a guy who is being implicated to bombing a Mongolian Model/broker of submarine to pieces is beyond me?). I'm not surprise if there is another bloody politician, if not Anwar, who is behind the implicating Altantuya to Najib and Rosmah.
If I have my Benson & Hedges Golden Dreams come true, I'd like to put all of these chess players in one row and give them two tight slaps each. One is for forgetting the reason why politicians are elected in the first place.
God Damnit!!! Have they forgotten the real issues? It's not about them or what happens to their assholes, we've got our own problem trying to afford the toilet roll to wipe ours. The bloody issue is US, THE RAKYAT. We are struggling on daily basis, trying to make end's meet. We're coping with the hiked oil price and wondering everyday what else can we cut down to make sure our children have decent food and education. There are some parts of Malaysia that still haven't gotten the benefit of electricity (believe it or not and someone should inform Ripley about it).
Most of us work so hard and probably have forgotten how the sun looks like because we are already at work by the time the sun peeps over the horizon and we leave our offices, without a chance to bid good night to the sun. Let me not start on the traffic jam going and coming home from work.
We struggle to find quality time to spend with our children because the education system is not up to standard and most of the parents have to rely on tuition to help their children cope. These are the real issues the bloody politicians should be tackling. (I'm not going to mention global warming just yet because our politicians are still stuck at level 1. They have a long way to go before they are allowed to enter the next level). Instead, they are too preoccupied with dipping each others' nose into others' assholes. I can't even think of a medical term for that.
The second tight slap is for wasting tax payer's money sponsoring for their politicking. A mattress loaded with sperm carried in and out of court,requires transportation and man power, try calculating the cost (a shopaholic would be able to perform this mental calculation in a jift). Don't let me start on the cost of court proceedings. A C-4 bomb is money blasted to pieces for unnecessary cause. Waste of tax payer's money. I bet many low income RAKYAT would appreciate that cash.
The world is talking about how to beat global warming from green house effect and plunging money into research and development towards finding alternative to petroleum.They are talking about geothermal, solar, wind to generate power. And what are the Malaysians talking about? The politicians asses. How lame and backward.
Where do the Malaysian tax payers' money go to? Apparently space, to conduct experiments that until today seem vague and of course, to cover legal fees when each of those politicians get dragged into court for whatever it is they were caught doing. I use the word "caught" because, god knows what else they have been doing that have escaped the public eye and frankly, I don't think I can stomach any more revelations at this point of time.
"How low can you go?" It's that Mambo where everyone competes to dance their way by bending their body as low as they could get to pass a certain horizontal bar. Our politician today are dancing to that beat and competing with each other to become a low life.
Here's a summary to what's happening now:
Anwar is having his revenge on Mahathir. Mahathir retaliates. Anwar again is trying to get Najib out of the scene to becoming PM. Najib reciprocates by attempting to ensure Anwar's ass keeps bleeding.
My 2cents worth of prophecy:
Notice how Badawi still haven't gotten anything on him....yet? (Finally found something more dramatic than a Bollywood movie...). While all the other political clowns try to wipe off the others' happy face make up, Badawi remains quiet and "clean" (you are "clean" until proven otherwise, beyond any reasonable and unreasonable doubt to make matters worse), and probably wins the rat race just by staying calm and obtuse.
Unless....unless (well, everyone loves a conspiracy theory), Tengku Razali wins in the next UMNO election, maybe we will have another player in this multi strip chess game, sponsored by the Malaysian tax payers, or course. I'm not really thrilled with this choice but in politics,apparently everyone is a Satan. Our job, is to determine which Satan can get the job done. Currently, almost all this herd of Satans are evil AND cannot get the job done. What a bunch of loosers. It's more to do with someone who had failed to scratch the other's back, leading to a chain reaction resulting in the upset of the balance of "you scratch my back I scratch yours" equilibrium, necessary in maintaining a so called harmonious government.
Yes, a government based on extortion of "I know what you did last summer therefore you shut up and I shut up, unless...." game plan. Is it too much to speculate based on rumours that it all started during Soros time where little did Soros knew his speculation woulld lead to an early crack in the long ruling UMNO led BN party. Mahathir vs Anwar and Malaysian politics never recovered in integrity there on. Or perhaps earlier than that? All I have are rumours and funny enough, in Malaysia, rumours tend to be true. That was proven by Badawi's denial to getting married and Najib's denial to the increase in oil price then gadabamm!! We found out only three days to three months later, that the rumours are actually facts.
The sad part is these individuals don't realize that they are insulting the rakyat's intelligence. They actually think we are stupid to the point of moribund. Perhaps that is why the education system is below international par of excellence. To ensure the rakyat stay stupid so that only the selected ones who can afford to send their children to private school rules. It's the same tactic use to enhance Proton sales, but that is another story.
Honestly, when is it going to end? We need CHANGE. We need a government that governs and not get caught up in their own web of political gimmicks. We need someone who understands that the issues are US, not them. We need a Maverick who can lead Malaysia towards a country of integrity. We do not need International aid to help us clean us up. We can do this ourselves. I don't have a clue as to how, I'm sure no one at this point does. But change IS mandatory.
Watching in frustration at the political drama in Bolehwood, that has been going on hitherto, a sad thought crossed my mind as it again,reminded me of that dance that goes ,"How Low Can You Go?"....
I use to watch Hindi movies in awe, because, they are the only movies that have the hero and heroine climb numerous mountains and run around valleys in numerous lovely colorful costumes ALL WITHIN ONE SONG........There are scenes that never fail to make me laugh; one of which is the fighting "dush dush" scene, the part where the hero's bullet kills them foes all, and the foes' bullets never even touched the hero. Another funny scene would be the court case scenario. Little did I know, that such scenes existed in the Malaysian legal system. Is this the latest addition to the Malaysia Boleh spirit? The Bolehwood? No? Check this video and Subramaniam's statutory retraction below.
Another Statutory Declaration, the earlier one, that I've taken the liberty to post below. The retracted declarations are info that has got anything to do with DPM and his superior ( the Mrs lar, the one who holds his balls hence the person who controls the remote control). Just as I was going to puke at the thought of Najib bangging Altantuya's end part of Gastrointestinal tract..then the image was taken away, leaving me wondering, what the fuck!!!!!
THE STATUTORY DECLARATION
I, Balasubramaniam a/l Perumal (NRIC NO: xxxxxx-xx-6235) a Malaysian Citizen of full age and residing at xxxxx, Selangor do solemly and sincerely declare as follows :-
1. I have been a police officer with the Royal Malaysian Police Force having jointed as a constable in 1981 attached to the Police Field Force. I was then promoted to the rank of lance Corporal and finally resigned from the Police Force in 1998 when I was with the Special Branch.
2. I have been working as a free lance Private Investigator since I left the Police Force.
3. Sometime in June or July 2006, I was employed by Abdul Razak Baginda for a period of 10 days to look after him at his office at the Bangunan Getah Asli, Jalan Ampang between the hours of 8.00 a.m. to 5.00 p.m each working day as apparently he was experiencing disturbances from a third party.
4. I resigned from this job after 2 ½ days as I was not receiving any proper instructions. 5. I was however re-employed by Abdul Razak Baginda on the 05-10-2006 as he had apparently received a harassing phone call from a Chinese man calling himself ASP Tan who had threatened him to pay his debts. I later found out this gentleman was in fact a private investigator called Ang who was employed by a Mongolian woman called Altantuya Shaaribuu.
6. Abdul Razak Baginda was concerned that a person by the name of Altantuya Shaaribuu, a Mongolian woman, was behind this threat and that she would be arriving in Malaysia very soon to try and contact him.
7. Abdul Razak Baginda informed me that he was concerned by this as he had been advised that Altantuya Shaaribuu had been given some powers by a Mongolian ‘bomoh’ and that he could never look her in the face because of this.
8. When I enquired as to who this Mongolian woman was, Abdul Razak Baginda informed me that she was a friend of his who had been introduced to him by a VIP and who asked him to look after her financially.
9. I advised him to lodge a police report concerning the threatening phone call he had received from the Chinese man known as ASP Tan but he refused to do so as he informed me there were some high profile people involved.
10. Abdul Razak Baginda further told me that Altantuya Shaaribuu was a great liar and good in convincing people. She was supposed to have been very demanding financially and that he had even financed a property for her in Mongolia.
11. Abdul Razak Baginda then let me listen to some voice messages on his handphone asking him to pay what was due otherwise he would be harmed and his daughter harassed. 12. I was therefore supposed to protect his daughter Rowena as well.
13. On the 09.10.2006 I received a phone call from Abdul Razak Baginda at about 9.30 a.m. informing me that Altantuya was in his office and he wanted me there immediately. As I was in the midst of a surveillance, I sent my assistant Suras to Abdul Razak Baginda’s office and I followed a little later. Suras managed to control the situation and had persuaded Altantuya and her two friends to leave the premises. However Altantuya left a note written on some Hotel Malaya note paper, in English, asking Abdul Razak Baginda to call her on her handphone (number given) and wrote down her room number as well. 14. Altantuya had introduced herself to Suras as ‘Aminah’ and had informed Suras she was there to see her boyfriend Abdul Razak Baginda. 15. These 3 Mongolian girls however returned to Abdul Razak Baginda’s office at the Bangunan Getah Asli, Jalan Ampang again, the next day at about 12.00 noon. They did not enter the building but again informed Suras that they wanted to meet Aminah’s boyfriend, Abdul Razak Baginda.
16. On the 11.10.2006, Aminah returned to Abdul Razak Baginda’s office on her own and gave me a note to pass to him, which I did. Abdul Razak Baginda showed me the note which basically asked him to call her urgently.
17. I suggested to Abdul Razak Baginda that perhaps it may be wise to arrange for Aminah to be arrested if she harassed him further, but he declined as he felt she would have to return to Mongolia as soon as her cash ran out. 18. In the meantime I had arranged for Suras to perform surveillance on Hotel Malaya to monitor the movements of these 3 Mongolian girls, but they recognized him. Apparently they become friends with Suras after that and he ended up spending a few nights in their hotel room. 19. When Abdul Razak Baginda discovered Suras was becoming close to Aminah he asked me to pull him out from Hotel Malaya. 20. On the 14.10.2006, Aminah turned up at Abdul Razak Baginda’s house in Damansara Heights when I was not there. Abdul Razak Baginda called me on my handphone to inform me of this so I rushed back to his house. As I arrived, I noticed Aminah outside the front gates shouting “Razak, bastard, come out from the house”. I tried to calm her down but couldn’t so I called the police who arrived in 2 patrol cars. I explained the situation to the police, who took her away to the Brickfields police station. 21. I followed the patrol cars to Brickfields police station in a taxi. I called Abdul Razak Baginda and his lawyer Dirren to lodge a police report but they refused. 22. When I was at the Brickfields police station, Aminah’s own Private Investigator, one Mr. Ang arrived and we had a discussion. I was told to deliver a demand to Abdul Razak Baginda for USD$500,000.00 and 3 tickets to Mongolia, apparently as commission owed to Aminah from a deal in Paris.
23. As Aminah had calmed down at this stage, a policewoman at the Brickfields police station advised me to leave and settle the matter amicably.
24. I duly informed Abdul Razak Baginda of the demands Aminah had made and told him I was disappointed that no one wanted to back me up in lodging a police report. We had a long discussion about the situation when I expressed a desire to pull out of this assignment.
25. During this discussion and in an attempt to persuade me to continue my employment with him, Abdul Razak Baginda informed me that :- 25.1 He had been introduced to Aminah by Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak at a diamond exhibition in Singapore. 25.2 Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak informed Abdul Razak Baginda that he had a sexual relationship with Aminah and that she was susceptible to anal intercourse. 25.3 Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak wanted Abdul Razak Baginda to look after Aminah as he did not want her to harass him since he was now the Deputy Prime Minister. 25.4 Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak, Abdul Razak Baginda and Aminah had all been together at a dinner in Paris.
25.5 Aminah wanted money from him as she felt she was entitled to a USD$500,000.00 commission on a submarine deal she assisted with in Paris.
26. On the 19.10.2006, I arrived at Abdul Razak Baginda’s house in Damansara Heights to begin my night duty. I had parked my car outside as usual. I saw a yellow proton perdana taxi pass by with 3 ladies inside, one of whom was Aminah. The taxi did a U-turn and stopped in front of the house where these ladies rolled down the window and wished me ‘Happy Deepavali’. The taxi then left.
27. About 20 minutes later the taxi returned with only Aminah in it. She got out of the taxi and walked towards me and started talking to me. I sent an SMS to Abdul Razak Baginda informing him “Aminah was here”. I received an SMS from Razak instructing me “To delay her until my man comes”. 28. Whist I was talking to Aminah, she informed me of the following :- 28.1 That she met Abdul Razak Baginda in Singapore with Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak. 28.2 That she had also met Abdul Razak Baginda and Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak at a dinner in Paris. 28.3 That she was promised a sum of USD$500,000.00 as commission for assisting in a Submarine deal in Paris. 28.4 That Abdul Razak Baginda had bought her a house in Mongolia but her brother had refinanced it and she needed money to redeem it. 28.5 That her mother was ill and she needed money to pay for her treatment. 28.6That Abdul Razak Baginda had married her in Korea as her mother is Korean whilst her father was a Mongolian/Chinese mix. 28.7 That if I wouldn’t allow her to see Abdul Razak Baginda, would I be able to arrange for her to see Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak.
29. After talking to Aminah for about 15 minutes, a red proton aeroback arrived with a woman and two men. I now know the woman to be Lance Corporal Rohaniza and the men, Azilah Hadri and Sirul Azahar. They were all in plain clothes. Azilah walked towards me while the other two stayed in the car.
30. Azilah asked me whether the woman was Aminah and I said ‘Yes’. He then walked off and made a few calls on his handphone. After 10 minutes another vehicle, a blue proton saga, driven by a Malay man, passed by slowly. The drivers window had been wound down and the driver was looking at us.
31. Azilah then informed me they would be taking Aminah away. I informed Aminah they were arresting her. The other two persons then got out of the red proton and exchanged seats so that Lance Corporal Rohaniza and Aminah were in the back while the two men were in the front. They drove off and that is the last I ever saw of Aminah.
32. Abdul Razak Baginda was not at home when all this occurred. 33. After the 19.10.2006, I continued to work for Abdul Razak Baginda at his house in Damansara Heights from 7.00 p.m. to 8.00 a.m. the next morning, as he had been receiving threatening text messages from a woman called ‘Amy’ who was apparently ‘Aminah’s’ cousin in Mongolia.
34. On the night of the 20.10.2006, both of Aminah’s girl friends turned up at Abdul Razak Baginda’s house enquiring where Aminah was. I informed them she had been arrested the night before.
35. A couple of nights later, these two Mongolian girls, Mr. Ang and another Mongolian girl called ‘Amy’ turned up at Abdul Razak Baginda’s house looking for Aminah as they appeared to be convinced she was being held in the house.
36. A commotion began so I called the police who arrived shortly thereafter in a patrol car. Another patrol car arrived a short while later in which was the investigating officer from the Dang Wangi Police Station who was in charge of the missing persons report lodged by one of the Mongolians girls, I believe was Amy.
37. I called Abdul Razak Baginda who was at home to inform him of the events taking place at his front gate. He then called DSP Musa Safri and called me back informing me that Musa Safri would be calling handphone and I was to pass the phone to the Inspector from Dang Wangi Police Station.
38. I then received a call on my handphone from Musa Safri and duly handed the phone to the Dang Wangi Inspector. The conversation lasted 3 - 4 minutes after which he told the girls to disperse and to go to see him the next day.
39. On or about the 24.10.2006, Abdul Razak Baginda instructed me to accompany him to the Brickfields police station as he had been advised to lodge a police report about the harassment he was receiving from these Mongolian girls.
40. Before this, Amy had sent me an SMS informing me she was going to Thailand to lodge a report with the Mongolian consulate there regarding Aminah’s disappearance. Apparently she had sent the same SMS to Abdul Razak Baginda. This is why he told me he had been advised to lodge a police report.
41. Abdul Razak Baginda informed me that DPS Musa Safri had introduced him to one DSP Idris, the head of the Criminal division, Brickfields police station, and that Idris had referred him to ASP Tonny.
42. When Abdul Razak Baginda had lodged his police report at Brickfields police station, in front of ASP Tonny, he was asked to make a statement but he refused as he said he was leaving for overseas. He did however promise to prepare a statement and hand ASP Tonny a thumb drive. I know that this was not done as ASP Tonny told me.
43. However ASP Tonny asked me the next day to provide my statement instead and so I did.
44. I stopped working for Abdul Razak Baginda on the 26.10.2006 as this was the day he left for Hong Kong on his own.
45. In mid November 2006, I received a phone call from ASP Tonny from the IPK Jalan Hang Tuah asking me to see him regarding Aminah’s case. When I arrived there I was immediately arrested under S.506 of the Penal Code for Criminal intimidation.
46. I was then placed in the lock up and remanded for 5 days. On the third day I was released on police bail. 47. At the end of November 2006, the D9 department of the IPK sent a detective to my house to escort me to the IPK Jalan Hang Tuah. When I arrived, I was told I was being arrested under S.302 of the Penal Code for murder. I was put in the lock up and remanded for 7 days.
48. I was transported to Bukit Aman where I was interrogated and questioned about an SMS I had received from Abdul Razak Baginda on the 19.10.2006 which read “delay her until my man arrives”. They had apparently retrieved this message from Abdul Razak Baginda’s handphone. 49. They then proceeded to record my statement from 8.30 a.m. to 6.00 p.m. everyday for 7 consecutive days. I told them all I knew including everything Abdul Razak Baginda and Aminah had told me about their relationships with Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak but when I came to sign my statement, these details had been left out. 50. I have given evidence in the trial of Azilah, Sirul and Abdul Razak Baginda at the Shah Alam High Court. The prosecutor did not ask me any questions in respect of Aminah’s relationship with Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak or of the phone call I received from DSP Musa Safri, whom I believe was the ADC for Datuk Seri Najib Razak and/or his wife.
51. On the day Abdul Razak Baginda was arrested, I was with him at his lawyers office at 6.30 a.m. Abdul Razak Baginda informed us that he had sent Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak an SMS the evening before as he refused to believe he was to be arrested, but had not received a response.
52. Shortly thereafter, at about 7.30 a.m., Abdul Razak Baginda received an SMS from Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak and showed, this message to both myself and his lawyer. This message read as follows :- ” I am seeing IGP at 11.00 a.m. today …… matter will be solved … be cool”.
53. I have been made to understand that Abdul Razak Baginda was arrested the same morning at his office in the Bangunan Getah Asli, Jalan Ampang.
54. The purpose of this Statutory declaration is to :- 54.1 State my disappointment at the standard of investigations conducted by the authorities into the circumstances surrounding the murder of Altantuya Shaaribuu.
54.2 Bring to the notice of the relevant authorities the strong possibility that there are individuals other than the 3 accused who must have played a role in the murder of Altantuya Shaaribuu. 54.3 Persuade the relevant authorities to reopen their investigations into this case immediately so that any fresh evidence may be presented to the Court prior to submissions at the end of the prosecutions case.
54.4 Emphasize the fact that having been a member of the Royal Malaysian Police Force for 17 years I am absolutely certain no police officer would shoot someone in the head and blow up their body without receiving specific instructions from their superiors first. 54.5. Express my concern that should the defence not be called in the said murder trial, the accused, Azilah and Sirul will not have to swear on oath and testify as to the instructions they received and from whom they were given.
55. And I make this solemn declaration conscientiously believing the same be true and by virtue of the provisions of the Statutory Declaration Act 1960.
Above: An insidious flow of water making it's way as it later gathers to become a stream, just in time for men to pollute them before they joint to become the sea.
Below: Some may think that they have died from the exercise when they see the white light at the end of the walk....
Finally, water from Bukit to quench one's thirst after the long walk-jog. Karam Singh Walia once did a cover on this area. He commented on the type of water, which happened to be category one for this area, ergo, you can drink it without boiling it. Unfortunately, I do not have a breathtaking pantun to end my writing, as would Karam Singh...
When the world turn their back on you, you show your butt to them...
