tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-172095942012-01-28T00:29:42.009+08:00Cheers!Bergenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09766443566607849335noreply@blogger.comBlogger3631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17209594.post-66910592407654391482011-11-01T15:26:00.003+08:002011-11-02T14:03:20.915+08:00

No need to hold on to my arms as if you're not going to let it go come what may; walking into a restaurant close to midnight after feeling kinda hungry being together in the room of a nice hotel overlooking the water fountain in the very heart of Jakarta. Middle age folk like us can't be seen walking too close to each other as if we are conjoined at the chest, feeling so much in love that those

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Folk are not sure who this Bergen really is but then it doesn't really matter because all they want is to read what he writes every now and then. Of course he writes funny most of the time; that's because he learnt English from movies he watched as a kid growing up in Dungun. He did most of the watching in a cinema called Panggung Happy which has been long demolished to make way for a spanking

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Wan Yah would probably not talk to me for days but it's the kinda risk I'm gonna have to take when it comes to Ducati. And so I drove to Naza to check out the new Ducati Monster 795 and paid the deposit. I got home and Wan Yah says; We have to be in Penang this weekend and so I say, okay, madam. But she asks again, where did you go? I say, oh, I was at Naza motor. Why? I just booked a new top

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Wan Yah wants to know about Catherine. About Judge Baker. About what was it like to be married so young and lived in a foreign country. About what was it like to be married to a white woman. I really don't want to talk about it. Let's just forget the past and look forward to living to the fullest the days we've got remaining ahead of us. I say, Wan Yah, you don't have to tell me about what

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Wan Yah says this gotta go. It doesn't belong here in the cupboard with all these English design Royal Doulton sets we got on the last trip and so I say to myself, oh well, it's only a helmet. What do I do after that? If Wan Yah says it has to go that means it has to go and I am not the guy who wants to argue until the satellite comes crashing down, especially with Wan Yah. I know her better than

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The buyer came this evening with the last payment on the bike that he fired up to a full throttle and roared out of the driveway into the sunset. I'm never gonna see that bike again and I'm saying inside; what have I done? But that's the way it's gonna have to be on account I won't be doing any riding anymore especially to Sungai Bakap now that I don't have a reason to be out of the house on a

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A few hours into being a husband to a woman called Wan Yah, you wonder if you are doing the right thing; now that the person you wish to meet in heaven has been brought to you live in a nice dark purple baju kurung with a matching lilac tudung that make her look so pretty you'd hear yourself think that you have indeed, just died and about to enter heaven.You look a little further to the right

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Love is a beautiful thing.

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I know better that I've been on the business trip too long when every woman I see reminds me of you but I have a few more places to go to and a couple more people to see before I can catch the plane home to be with you all day and night. In a little cafe in Damascus I try to call you on the phone but then I realize you must be sleeping and it would be rude for me to wake you up in the middle of

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Sungai Bakap (old town) - main street.We're walking down your one-street town laughing and giggling and feeling good on a hot afternoon when the sun must be a great ball of fire to everyone but us. No I don't feel nothing because the sun is just fine by me looking nice and pretty like orange sorbet; cool and easy and very nice. I know this is very

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Long before I discovered your little town north of Nibong Tebal I'd imagined somebody fine will come along to make me forget about loving you. But you know me better. Around this time of the year, I'd put on my riding gear and pack everything I own in this world into a bag not bigger than your pillow to ride at 220 kph thinking of you while the trees disappear from the corner of my eyes in a

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This year we meet again in the same spot in the Masjidil Haram. You will meet him too if you are there the last ten days of Ramadan. All you've gotta do is go up the second floor. Take the elevator door. Look for a group of Egyptians, Turks, Sudanese, and a Malaysian (that would be me) learning qur'an from a 60 year old Syrian named Muhammad Issam Shorbagi. He teaches the old-fashioned way.

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OKAZ/SATURDAY/ SEPTEMBER 11 2010 / KINGDOM OF SAUDI ARABIAMasjidil Haram / Masa solat sunat Aidil Fitri / 3.9 juta orang.One day the whole world will become Muslim. Nanti tulis entry. Baru balik petang tadi after a 3 hour delay in Jeddah.

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Don't get me wrong, I don't have a quarrel with those nice guys who come on TVs every now and then to talk about what you gotta do to be a good person like you gotta read this doa' and read that doa', or you are not supposed to eat fish, chicken and beef in one sitting because it's bad for you, or you gotta eat fruits first before you take care of the main meal like a nice juicy steak. I don't

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This entry has little punctuations and so it is a downhill run from the first paragraph. You need to punctuate where necessary, very much like reading those ancient kitab, commonly referred to as Kitab Kuning where the Jawi is free flow and you need to master the Fi'lun, Harfun and Ismun of the Arabic grammar.YOU DON'T WANT TO BE ANY WHERE IN THE WORLD during this time of the year except right

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The chief and the town council guys of Kuala Kangsar talked about it in a meeting after meeting, and came to an agreement to build some kinda building so the good folks of Kuala Kangsar could come out of their houses to sell laksa and cendol under one roof very much like that of the Jolly Green Giant of Bangsar.The plan worked. The good folks of Kuala Kangsar came out in good numbers, all armed

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Good things don't happen all that often and so when they do, you'd wanna to take them all in and enjoy 'em while they last. But you don't wanna do that because she is some one's missus and you know it is not the right thing to do to be talking on the phone with her at the hour of the night when you should be sleeping like a truck that has ran out of gas.But there she goes talking about one thing

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View from Masjid Ubudiah, Kuala KangsarI know a coupla guys who used to go to the high class school in this boys' town but I'm not too sure if they wanna consider me their friend because they stick together wherever they go and they put on the school necktie on Wednesday and they go have lunch together among themselves or talk big business that you'd better get out of there because if you didn't

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A dangerous thing to do standing in the middle of the road for this shot. But the scene was too beautiful to be passed.Speed is a funny thing. You keep your eyes on the road. You try not to think of anything because at 160 kmph you can't afford to blink. A pebble on the road, or a bug flying off against your visor can make you flinch. At 160 you don't want to flinch. The chain reaction is just

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All tuned-up and serviced and ready for the weekend ride North...You live. You die. You happy. You sad. You laugh. You cry. You don't have a choice. All you've gotta do is understand one thing; this here world isn't the hereafter. Unlike in the hereafter where things are permanent, things around here don't stay around long enough for you to be happy, or sad, before you are happy again, only to be

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Westwards - upriver.Eastwards - opens up to South China Sea. Tanjung Lumpur is on the other side - great seafood strip.I love boats. I love sampan. I love them like I love ribeye steak.Trawlers - I've never been on one of these. We don't have this type in Dungun. Maybe a few lately.Tugboat going upriver hauling a barge. Used to love watching stevedores on a barge in Dungun in the 60s.Sun

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When love comes knocking on your heart like a hungry woodpecker there's only two things you can do to save yourself from whatever it is that needs saving but as far as love goes, you'd best go along with the flow and let the love you've got for whoever it is you're falling in love with blossom into something completely senseless that you don't mind saying something like; I think I've fallen in

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You don't hear nothing what the doctor is saying after you heard him say it is soft tissue sarcoma, the kinda cancer that kinda difficult to detect because it moves in the bloodstream. You've heard so much about cancer that you figure no way this thing can get to you but it does that your mind just goes blank and the whole world is blackened out that you stand there like a man; no not like a man,

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I can't tell for sure if old folks are no longer dying of old age. I don't get to hear about them go down as often as I hear about folks as young as in their 20s dying of ordinary things like headache, chest pain, indigestion and pneumonia. I don't hear about old folks dying of serious illnesses like the head exploding into a fireball.In less than sixty days, I got the SMS about three young folks

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Grandma says you've been a perfect boy the whole day today. All I can say is, I know. And I think as far as I am concerned, the world can end today, right at this very minute before Grandma and I turn in for the night. Aunt is still in the kitchen banging about the pots and pans she will be using first thing tomorrow morning to cook all the things she knows how to cook very well to sell to the

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A 15" Macbook Pro, 21" iMac both upgraded to 4GB RAM, and the 27" iMac with wireless keyboard and magic mouse. Up graded to 8GB RAM and 1TB hardisk. A midnight kinda person can do wonders at this hour like paint a masterpiece, or write a top 40 kinda song. Or think up of a movie script that could get him or her to winning something like an Oscar that some people would go to any length like sell

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You can dust the house three times a day, mop the floor just about every minute but you can be sure of one thing. The dust isn't going away and there's nothing you can do about it. It's gonna sit there on the table top waiting for you to suck it all in with the most powerful industrial vacuum cleaner you can get your hands on but the moment you turn off the machine, the dust comes back on as if

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With Ustaz Hayei before leaving for Haj for the 3rd time, Sunday 25 October 2009.Studied Hadith Soheh Bukhari with Ustaz Hayei the past 18 years (each book takes about 3 years to finish). So far I have khatam up to book 5 continuing on to book 6. Maybe it is a good idea to get into Al-Azhar to study Qur'an for 3 years now that I failed the Qur'an studies at U.I.A. I know a few guys who did this

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I MESS UP THE DAY BUT THAT'S OKAY BY ME because I get to meet Awang Goneng and Kak Teh on a Monday when all I needed to do was to read carefully the text message that Kak Teh had sent that we were to meet on a Thursday at 2.00 pm. You'd mess up the day too if you were Bergen who's waited a good three years to meet in person Awang Goneng and Kak Teh. And if you were Bergen, you'd be as glad as

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They told me I got high-grade sarcoma cancer. They told me I gotta undergo chemotherapy. They told me about a lot of things that made me understand better about what is it that I have which made me as good an oncologist as the one they've got stationed at high-class medical centres in the city. In the meantime, I keep running. I keep swimming. I keep bicycling. As a matter of fact I just got

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                  uploaded by BergenSAYA BARU AKIL BALIGH, so it is a good thing that I don't make a life out of blogging. (muahahaha) Until blogging is back in fashion again (like afro hair), I'm gonna have

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PEOPLE LIKE ABU BAKR AL SIDDIQ AND SAYYIDINA OMAR AL KHATAB paid a big price for a piece of heaven. Here I am hoping to get my share of heaven as if I am entitled to be admitted right in when the fact is; I spend not more than 25 minutes a day performing my daily prayers in the comfort of a fully air-conditioned room. You may see me pray but I know my mind is not. In fact I'm thinking of where

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THE SKIN FELT KINDA THIN. When you run your fingers to caress her softly, the skin will stretch into a fold at the tip of your fingers that you can feel the bones underneath. She looked me in the eye to ask the question she had asked me a million times; do you think I'll go heaven? Of course you will, Aunt Su. Don't worry about it too much. She'd smile to say; you say that all the time. Yes, I do

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YES, SHE WAS THE RESIDENT of that old folks' home. Yes, it's not a Muslim old folks' home. Yes, she was the only Malay there. Yes, she was a Muslim. Yes, I know that for sure. No, I'm not her son. No, I'm not her youngest brother. No, I'm not related to her. I used to stay in her house. Yes, I'm probably the only person she considered a relative in the whole wide world.And so I signed the

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Uploaded by Bergen.I RACK MY BRAIN TO PUT TOGETHER a face of Pakcik Syed to help me remember what little memory I have of a man who doesn't stay around the house long enough for anything other than to yell at Aunt Su at the top of his lungs when he comes home late in the night swaying like a coconut tree in the middle of an excellent monsoon storm. By this time, I've lived in this house close to

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YOU KNOW THE KINDA RAIN THAT STARTS IN THE MORNING and goes on all day before it comes to a long slow stop in the night when Grandma talks about a distant relative in Penang. Aunt says I've done it to myself to land myself in trouble with the school and now that it's too late for me to mend my ways in the hope of becoming a decent human being, she and Grandma have to make a decision to send me

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SHE DIDN'T WANT TO FIGHT for the last breath. She'd done fighting. She knew it was over. She knew it was time to go.She had been hooked to a machine with wires connected to every part of her frail body. Around 4.37 in the morning, she opened her eyes briefly to look me over. I swear she smiled for a brief second. I swear she did. I know that smile so well. And then she left me alone in a room

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Uploaded by Bergen.PEOPLE ARE GONNA LAUGH so hard until their eyeballs dry up when they read this. Scholarly looking kinda guy is out to buy books for his house because he's figured now that he is a university student and all, it's about time he does something about the living room to make it look scholarly and academic because that way, he can have people say something like this; what a

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I PICKED UP A THING OR TWO ABOUT LIFE AND WOMEN, from the movies I watched at Panggung Happy. They've tore down the movie-house long time ago but they can't get it out of my life because in my mind, Panggung Happy was the best classroom there is in the whole wide world. In there I learn to say 'Let's go!' just like the hero. I learn to smoke like James Bond, drink whiskey like the cowboy in the

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Uploaded by BergenPEOPLE SAY I SHOULD TAKE LIFE EASY, stop and smell the flowers every now and then, enjoy the breeze and the sun and the birds and the bees and the insects and everything this green earth has got coming for me. All this, people say, can make me a happy person. Lead a happy lifestyle people say, with a bit of luck I don't have to go see a doctor to check on my blood pressure every

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Uploaded by BergenUNLESS YOU ARE BORN TO BE KING you'd better think at least twenty five times before you wanna put something like that on your head and start walking around like a wise guy, feeling like a million buck, smiling like a fish about to be fried in a wok of boiling palm oil.THERE'S NO POINT HIDING THE FACT from you but you should know by now that I was a king one time in my life. As a

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Image uploaded by Bergen.ON A GOOD DAY WHEN THE SUN IS SHINING, BLUE SKIES AND ALL I get about 2 phone calls at the office and I gotta be honest with you that the calls I get are not from my loyal clients but are from people I still owe money with and they want

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MAYBE THE GOOD SULTAN GUY DID, OR MAYBE THE GOOD SULTAN GUY DIDN'T perform Solat Istikharah when he got a decision to make. As a head of state and the chief of the Islamic affairs that he is, I trust that he did perform the Solat to ask for divine guidance before he said something like this: Yo! Go get that Zambry dude or what's-his-name-is to come see me and let's get on with this swearing in

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INSTEAD OF HITTING THE BOOKS like a good student I should be to study for the test in March, I go about the house ironing and re-ironing everything in the cupboard including the handkerchief, sweeping and re-sweeping the floor, mopping and re-mopping everything flat, dusting and re-dusting everything that the house is now clean as a nuclear plant. As a matter of fact it is so clean I got nothing

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I LOST COUNT HOW LONG IT HAS BEEN I waited for someone like you to come along and now that someone like you suddenly appear in real life, smiling and talking with the voice oh sweet and gentle, I find myself lost and alone somewhere between Nibong Tebal and Simpang Ampat.Here I am in Sungai Bakap walking about in your hometown; hoping for the time to freeze this moment so I can be here a little

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Feeling so out of love when I think of you.

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You can still set my heart on fire each time I think of you, Cath.

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EVERYONE WAS GROOVING AND JIVING to the beat of The Commodores. Hardly nineteen I was doing it too but oh what a sight it was. I don't have the beat in me and I don't have no rhythm to do a decent move to catch the eye of a girl doing the boogie. No, I don't miss those moments. I don't miss the hair. He he.

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GRANDMA SAYS if you could have half the size of Aunt's forehead, you'd be as smart as she is but no, all you've got is a tiny forehead which is why you'd never be as clever as she is with money. I say, I'm very good with money, Grandma. Aunt gives me the money, I spend it. That way Aunt can be as smart as she wants to be with money. All I've gotta do is ask some from her. I know she'll say she

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SOMEONE SAYS TO ME SOMETHING LIKE THIS: you wanna know something, kid? Aunt isn't your real mommy. And so I ask Grandma if this is true but she doesn't say nothing. I run to the beach to whisper in the wind; please bring me my real mommy. But the sky doesn't say nothing and the waves just keep on rolling and rolling as if nothing happen. And so I say to myself, it doesn't really matter because in

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YOU MAY WANNA TAKE A CHANCE on a guy who says nice things about you in the morning when you run into him in the elevator, or on the way to your cubicle in a nice downtown corporate office where you keep a picture of your family next to your computer. You may wanna forget about your uneventful life for a moment and take a chance on love one more time because the love you thought that would see you

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I'M NO UNIVERSITY PROFESSOR to arrive at the final analysis why Dungun folks have embraced wholeheartedly the game of Petanque as the favorite pastime. I believe this has something to do with the word Petanque itself. Petanque may sound high-class and French and all that stuff but the truth is, it has a strong linguistic connection to the Trengganuspeak 'petong' or a higher version - 'plekong'.

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Heading straight down to kuala from Sura GateKuala DungunThe blue building - Jong Guling went there to make a passport. I had told him he needed one if he want to travel to Kuantan. The Immigration staff there laughed so hard Dungun started to shake. Jong Guling came after me and I ran like I had never ran before. At the end of this road is Sekolah Llaki Dungun - my primary school. It's called

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YOU GOTTA ASK YOURSELF A SIMPLE QUESTION; is love a pot of stew that you have to slow-cook for at least 3 hours? If it is not, then the obvious answer would be; ma'am, I think we should stop seeing each other.Gotta be honest from the start about this whole thing called love because as far as I'm concerned there are only two kinds of love in this whole wide world. You may think different. Or you

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The last time this kinda thing happened, Catherine and I took a bus downtown to be married by a judge named Baker. This time around, I'm not sure where all this is gonna lead me to.If there is ever a time I miss someone so much - wish you were here, Catherine. Because falling in love with someone else's missus is not the kinda thing anyone wanna do in a summertime.I wonder if you still look the

Bergenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09766443566607849335noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17209594.post-78042269113631143512008-12-20T00:05:00.002+08:002008-12-20T09:48:41.944+08:00

I LIKE THE MOVIE 'THE TRANSPORTER' because the hero has got himself a set of simple rules that he follows. I too got myself a set of simple rules but the sad thing is (seven out of ten); I break my own rules to accommodate a situation, or a person - and this has gotten me into some serious trouble with people. Do I learn anything from these experiences? No, I don't. Which is why I keep breaking

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MA'AM, WHEN HE'S MADE UP HIS MIND TO MARRY ANOTHER you'd better get out of the way and call the Fire Department. I don't think I'm the right person for you to call in the middle of the night to sob sob sob in between the sentences about how you've given everything you got to make him happy like keeping yourself pretty and desirable, not to mention learning everything you need to learn from Betty

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No point denying the fact that a guy can love six or sixteen women at the same time. And he loves them the same as the first or the second or third. He doesn't distinguish one from the other, he loves them as good as love can get on a sunny day with blue skies and all. But this being a rainy day I reckon a guy won't be doing much loving because every woman he calls is either out of town or busy

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Will up-date soon now that I'm home.

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YOU WANNA BE CAREFUL WITH WAREHOUSE SALE. It can do things to you that can leave you with 4 extra German knives, another pressure cooker, a whole set of colanders just like the ones commonly used in the Asian Food Channel. And a bundle of spatulas, ladles and cutting boards in different shapes and colors; one for meat, one for chicken, one for fish, and the other for vegetables..I have a thing

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YOU CAN GET AUNT TO GIVE YOU ANYTHING IN THE WORLD. She says she has no money. And then she says she hasn't got any change in the house because she has used all the cash to pay the suppliers. Of course she's lying to you. She's giving you a hard time to see how far you are willing to go, rolling yourself like a nyiur kering on the floor; all the time screaming your lungs out, arms and legs

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AND THE BAD GUYS ALWAYS WIN. When a child is born someone with enough sense should tell the poor infant when he's old enough to understand a thing or two about guns and roses; that he or she should decide from the start whether he or she wanna be a good guy, or a bad guy. He or she may decide from the start to be a good guy but as you know a thing or two about life, things have a way of rocking

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THERE WAS A SEA OF PEOPLE AT THE PADANG NEAR AMCORP MALL I thought there was a nationwide blackout but it turned out to be a candlelight vigil held by the people connected to the organized cartel of candle makers anonymous. It's a brilliant way to increase the sale of candles in this day and age when you can have light at the flick of a switch to keep a room bright as daylight that you may need a

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THE LEADER OF THE FIVE PIECE BAND TOLD ME SOMETHING LIKE THIS; you can't carry a tune, so please do the world a favour, give us back our microphone and leave the stage to go pick up a hobby like carpentry. I said I know carpentry very well, as a matter of fact I can build you a house if you gave me enough timber. In the end he said; just give us back our microphone and get out of here, will you?

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Pensioners in their late 50s have no where else to go for a good time when the evening comes down on a day and so they put on a baju jawi, kain pelikat empat ribu benang and a ppioh to head to the neighborhood masjid for solat jema'ah. After the Maghrib prayer, they perform solat sunat ba'diyatan and hang around the masjid to listen to a ceramah by a young ustaz fresh out of a university in

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A lot of people don't read NST these days for reasons I'm not authorized to think about it. You will find NST in my house any time of day. I also read Utusan Malaysia even though a lot of people consider this not a good idea anymore now that the political landscape has changed. I'm not authorized to make a decision regarding this so I'm left to do what I want and to read whatever newspaper I want

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Time to write me a fat check, put it in the self-addressed envelope, drop it in the post-box and wait for a couple of days for the postman to come around on his bike to slot the self-addressed envelope in my mail-box. I open the envelope to say to myself wow! a year-end bonus, what a nice way to bring the year to an end even though year-end is a good two months away to go. Who's to stop me from

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Come October Dungun is all set to welcome the first monsoon headwind out of the farthest end of the South China Sea. If you know your monsoon like you know your way around Sungai Buaya, you'd have no trouble sleeping through the night while the coconut trees around the house dance violently as if in a trance; creating such a racket you'd think the world is coming to an end but you know better

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If you are gonna explain to me for one last time about how all this economic meltdown came about, you'd better have yourself a stronger drink than coffee because who knows,  your blood might shoot up so high now that you've explained it to me for the sixth or seventh time but I still don't get it. I'm not trying to discourage you from explaining further but lemme you this; I know one of two

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You're gonna have to face this Raya alone, Aunt Su. I won't be home to help you put on a new baju kurung to look good first thing in the morning of Syawal when you can hear the takbir coming in strong from a masjid in front of the old folks' home where you are the only Malay among other occupants.I'm not going to call you on the phone to wish you Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Fitri. You know I don't do

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Aunt has given me the money for baju raya and I know better not to ask her come with me to the kedai to help me argue with Mek Kemamang herself for a better price since I'm buying 3 sets of baju raya. Grandma will tell you right away that a widow like Aunt shouldn't go around shopping with a child my age when almost everyone in Dungun including the A.D.O himself is out shopping for baju raya at

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Why don't you buy them orphans washing machine, fridge, rice cookers, kitchen utensils and toasters. Better still, why don't you sponsor their grocery money for a year. But you won't do this because you won't get your face in page 3 on a national newspaper. Them photographers only know how to take pictures of you handing out money packet to orphans lining up to shake your hand. The nice lighting

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There's no way you will ever look good in a kinda clothes the Arab are wearing. If you are a Malay, that is. You've gotta be an Arab to look good in that kinda clothes and you've gotta have the Arab kinda head to look good in that kinda headgear that they put on. Same thing with cowboy suit. You won't ever look good in it if you are not from Wyoming, Montana or Idaho, or Texas. Even Mexican don't

Bergenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09766443566607849335noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17209594.post-66478901084255917512008-09-17T01:26:00.004+08:002008-09-17T14:55:03.131+08:00

1. How was I supposed to know they rigged the projected cash flow to make it look good enough for me to give them the money so I could own a piece of a high profile business venture I had heard so much about that I thought it would be a good thing to get involved in it since every one in it had been making money as if money was a gush of water coming out of a hole in the ground.2. I was impressed

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Call me anytime of day and night to wash up the dead and I'll come running to help you free of charge. I like to do this thing just as I like to slaughter a cow, and help cook a meal for 400 hungry men and women. I like to do these things so lemme do it if you don't have enough volunteers to help you out.I like to wash the dead because it reminds me that one day I'm gonna be as dead as the next

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Take him home to his mommy and daddy. Ship him home to his brothers and sisters and cousins and relatives and friends. He's all packed and ready to go. He's all packed and frozen. Stiff as a piece of wood, not laughing anymore like he used to. He's as dead as a dead man can be, and there's nothing I can do about it. I got nothing to do with him so don't ask me no questions about what else to do

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By time I'm done with this job my bank account will have been a pretty thing to look at which has got me thinking the last few days what to do with all that much money. I don't have me a nice calculator to figure out the numbers and so I work out with a short pencil and a piece of paper in this here restaurant while watching the evening crowd go by walking about and around, now that they've had

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Haji Rahman has a problem with Wasyai, but you'd want to follow every ayat he reads and wish that he'd go on and on the whole night long until the sun comes up. In our Tadarus group he has the kinda voice that'd keep you glued to the Qur'an on end, feeling smaller than an ant that it kinda make you think of all the bad things you've done in your life and wish you could undo them and not do the

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Going off to make some money. See you next year. You be sure to have a good day now, y'hear?

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When it's all hot and humid and not very nice to be around the house there's only one place to go and that would be the 50 meter public swimming pool to cool off, doing one lap after another, not thinking of anything in particular.But there's a problem.I can't find my goggles.  I saw it last in the kitchen but it's not here today. This puts a bit of delay in my plan to swim the blues away and you

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This has gotta be the worst of time to be the only Malaysian among men who have been out here too long for their own good that they've probably forgotten how a woman looks like. And so when the news from home comes in that Mr Anwar Ibraheem has been accused of the things people say he is guilty of, they look at me kinda strange probably figuring it out among themselves; that Malaysian men are all

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The sun is a ball of fire as orange as the sun should be on an evening like this in a place a thousand miles from home. Pretty women walking by, eyes sharp as blade to look deep into my heart that I can't help but to fall in love with every one of them. Take me home, take me home. Take me to your mom so I can tell her what a beautiful daughter you've got here, ma'am, and that it would be a pity

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See you end of June, or 1st week August.You have a nice day now, y'hear?

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Except for Agama and Industrial Arts, I've flunked every subject the school has got coming for me. I might have flunked P.E too had it been a paper test where I've gotta answer multiple choice questions like what is the diameter of a hockey ball?A. 3 Feet. B. 3 Inches. B. 2.5 Feet. C. 2.5 Inches. D. 1 Inch. E. None of the above. I could have picked E knowing that there's a 50-50 chance of my

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Miss Radha the headmistress says I'm the first pupil in the history of the school to be caned in public for locking up an old man who is the school librarian. People in the assembly are laughing which got Miss Radha kinda mad because she says this is no laughing matter and that we all should be ashamed of ourselves for finding this incident funny. And so she starts on a long winded speech about

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Ustaz says to Yusof and me; you sit here, and you go sit over there. And so that's how I got to sit close enough to Anita to figure out something while the class is going on. This being our second Agama class in a week in Form 1A classroom, I figure there's no need to rush things that could land me in trouble again, but it's hard not to rush things when Anita is so close behind me in a row to my

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Two weeks out. Nothing happened. Maybe Anita doesn't have a brother who has something to say to me about something that has been bothering him that he gotta find the time to come see a form one guy who has been disturbing his sister who is not all that pretty on account I've seen the most pretty girl in the world and there's no way I can love another. I imagine Anita's brother is a big burly guy,

Bergenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09766443566607849335noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17209594.post-6019224283774415202008-04-23T00:32:00.009+08:002008-04-23T12:28:09.408+08:00

Of course she knows she's the prettiest girl in school because everyone says so. And you know how it is with the most pretty girl in school. She's gotta have someone less pretty as a friend with whom she can saunter back and forth in the schoolyard so people can make comparison to reaffirm that she's indeed the prettiest. That's how it goes with Anita and Faizah. Everyone says Anita is the doll

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Everybody knows UMNO has become irrelevant but you don't throw it away just like that. You gotta re-invent it. You gotta re-cycle it. You gotta use the word 'amno' to remind the future generation what it stands for. You gotta use amno as noun, adjective or verb. You gotta use it like this;'Oh no, the baby has amnoed the diapers'.'Tell the maintenance engineer to clean up this amno , will ya?''

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You use Upper Block to fend off the attack to your head. I don't have to tell you how to use Lower Block properly because most people can do it by instinct. But I'm not here today to write about the basic blocks in Taekwondo, Silat Cekak, Gerak Lian, Lian Padukan, Buah Pukul Mersing, Gayang Lima, Escrima, Kali Pekiti Tersia or JKD. I'm here to write a little about blogs that have been started by

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The crowd. The police. And The Man himself - Saudara Anwar Ibrahim.

Bergenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09766443566607849335noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17209594.post-78408062274654557252008-04-10T22:55:00.003+08:002008-04-14T12:26:35.807+08:00

Everyone considers him some kinda intellectual. The authority who speaks on behalf of Islam. Every one thinks he's a smart fella since he teaches comparative religion and all. You know, the kinda stuff modern, metropolitan, liberated and open-minded Malay Muslim like to talk on end so that people can say; oh, he's very knowledgeable, unlike the ustaz and the ulamak whose worldview is still locked

Bergenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09766443566607849335noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17209594.post-52146816224085483102008-04-09T18:38:00.001+08:002008-04-09T18:38:34.298+08:00

He's got a beautiful voice.

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Now that Pok Loh has hit back, this fight has just begun and bookies are taking in bets. You don't have to choose which side you wanna be because this is other people's domestic fight. I got nothing to do with it but as much as I don't wanna have anything to do with it I've got no choice but to be part of the whole three-ringed circus because for as long as this continues, a lot of people are not

Bergenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09766443566607849335noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17209594.post-8809650625121150202008-04-03T11:44:00.006+08:002008-04-04T09:12:16.600+08:00

One university professor says Malaysia and Indonesia have the highest number of bloggers. He's the university professor so I gotta believe what he says since people like that will tell you they've got data and statistics to back up what they're shouting about. Otherwise they wouldn't be university professors with a PhD. I haven't been doing much thinking along academic line but it must have been

Bergenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09766443566607849335noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17209594.post-20272090620102385492008-04-02T11:17:00.013+08:002008-04-02T21:33:57.032+08:00

You gotta call later because every one's busy at the moment. Every one's busy talking, whispering, discussing, scheming, plotting, back stabbing, conspiring and conniving people to get involved in politics. Every one's so busy we don't know who's in charge of running the country. I got a feeling people don't care. These days politics is more important than getting the country on the move, getting

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Less than a minute into the movie, a liberal Muslim will come to the conclusion that; yes, Islam promotes violence. He or she will agree that this is so because it's all in the Qur'an. And that, my friend, is what Geert Wilders is trying to do. He's trying to convince the Muslims who have never bothered to study the Qur'an all their life into believing that the West has been right all along about

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Whaddaya know, this Hindraf thing is playing itself like a good Tamil movie. The summary goes like this;1. Five men organized a rally because they don't think the Indians are getting a good deal despite being the loyal citizens of this country for a couple of decades.2. They figured the man who didn't do enough for the community is none other than the big guy himself who goes by the name Samy

Bergenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09766443566607849335noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17209594.post-51425106894589479432008-03-30T12:53:00.008+08:002008-03-31T15:11:52.400+08:00

Unlike VDs or Syphilis, I get the impression that AIDS is a sexually transmitted disease in a class of its own. As a matter of fact, I have the impression that when you're down with AIDS a lot of people are gonna speak up in your behalf. They're gonna put on some kinda ribbons on their chest to show that they're with you come earthquakes or hailstorms. They're gonna say how proud they are of you

Bergenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09766443566607849335noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17209594.post-13430775560399275402008-03-29T12:38:00.007+08:002008-03-30T01:44:39.828+08:00

In Trengganuspeak the above title will sound something like this; piang museng orang llaki nnangis. This has gotta be one of those rare moments when I gotta put on a disguise that I am Norwegian or Irish, and not a guy from Trengganu that I really am. No way I want to be associated with a state where men cry openly as if laughing has gone out of fashion. Maybe growing up with Aunt has got

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