Malaysian Legend

I was just browsing “Only in Malaysia” Facebook when I chanced upon a photo of the late P. Ramlee, may he rest in peace. There was a video link, so I clicked on it and was happy to be able to find the History channel which I don’t get to watch at home on Astro.

I didn’t know that such a great legendary artist would die a broken man (financially and emotionally). I cried buckets watching the History video.

I guess, all of us, those born in the 40s,50s,60s and 70s would definitely remember all his movies, which were and still are entertaining and heart warming. My favorite movie is “Ibu Mertuaku“. I remember the scene at the cemetery vividly when Kasim Selamat found out that his mother in law, Nyonya Mansoor lied to him that his wife (Nyonya’s daughter) passed away after giving birth to his son. Sabariah Mansoor is pretty much alive and her mom married her off to an Eye Doctor! It was a purely acting genius, no need CGI, sound effects, special effects.. purely skillful acting! And.. am I the only one who always cringed and wished that they didn’t place the forks as decorative ornaments so that he won’t stab his eye balls out towards the end, and live a good life with Chombee?

Well, here’s the video on History Channel talking about his life – some sort of “True Hollywood Story”. I surely hope that the people who had sidelined, ill-treated, abused him, etc would live a life of thousand regrets for not giving any chance for this great legend to continue his work. I guess this is the norm in Malaysia – to ill-treat greatly talented artists such as Allahyarham P. Ramlee and also Allahyarhamah Yasmin Ahmad for breaking boundaries and being loved by all, irregardless of races. Al-Fatihah.


When Sasha complained to us that, she was bullied in Facebook by people who left unkind comments, I immediately told her to sign in her facebook and I would proceed to block the person. I asked her if she knew the person who said unkind things to her, she said yes (liar!).

I gave her a long lecture on why not to add people she doesn’t know! I don’t agree that children should have facebook. If they use it wisely (which is highly doubtful! I was a child myself and boy, am I curious!), they wouldn’t land in hot soup. I remember asking for her password so I could limit public’s access to her account earlier. I was horrified when I found out I could see her profile, photos and information, what-not when she first gotten her facebook without even be-friending her. So I did what I could do, to limit access.

When I asked her who was the person, she said she has “unfriend” her. How could Sasha, someone who never travel to Kelantan got to know Kelantanese? Her family is mainly from Tawau and Kuala Lumpur. So, after pressuring her, she said she got to know this girl from online games! For the bully who gave such unkind comments about morality, it sure cast some doubts when I saw her page was peppered with those auto-generated quiz.. and one, which said, she was on the “cover” of a “newspapers” saying that She MELIWAT somebody. Imagine the vocabulary of children these days! Do they even know what “LIWAT” is??? A pot calling the kettle black? For your info, apart from being rather rude at times, there is no bad bones in Sasha. She is very kind to animals and loves her family very much! So Sasha ain’t no black kettle!

I proceeded to block this Ms-Morality-Liwat girl. Sasha asked what does this do? I said, simply, she won’t be able to access your information again and Sasha herself wouldn’t be able to see hers too. Habis cerita! Then, Sasha asked me if I could “hack” into her account, make her computer shut down and the girl couldn’t use her computer at all. I take the black kettle comment back. Children are vengeful lot! I said no.. and hacking is a crime. We should not do this even if it makes us feel happy! The closest thing I came to hacking was probably back in those IRC times when we as a group, decided to “NUKE” people off the IRC server. Haha! I proceeded to scan through her list of friends and deleted a few unidentified people as well.

Well, I didn’t get Sasha a facebook account. According to my own book of parenting, children should NOT have Facebook till they know how to use it properly. So, they would probably won’t have any Facebook account till they are 30 years old! However, in my house, she was not allowed to use Facebook. She only uses it when she is back at her mom’s house. I do let her use occasionally in my house if she behaves.. also, it’s time for me to check her Facebook activity.

So parents, it’s really important to keep an eye on your children’s online activities before it’s too late.

Genius.. problem?

Recently, there were a few interns reporting to office. A particular one stood out.

She drafted a letter and decided to capitalize the name of the company and address of the addressee..

123, JALAN 456A

So, her boss told her not to use caps on a letter, looked kinda rude.

She ended retyping this way.

mr so and so
abc company
123, jalan 456a
taman gembira
50450 kuala lumpur



Big Heart

When I heard a friend is attending her ex husband’s wedding, my jaw dropped to the ground. This ex husband of hers, who wanted to sell the house she is living in with her two growing up children and refused to pay alimony despite court orders. Eventually, he sold the house to her. She, a single mom has to fork out money and getting a bank loan to finance the house. She still has to service her car loan and to prepare for college funds for her two children. It made me really angry when the other party refused to help, even though he has a stake in it – his two children.

Somehow, this friend of mine has a really big heart. She forgives him, saying, eventhough he’s an a**hole, he’s still the father of her children. She advised her children to be respectful towards him and let them spend the big festivities like Chinese new year and Christmases with him. The children’s grandmother – paternal side, always hope that one day, her son would get back together with his wife (my friend). Even as she drew her last breath, her last wish was to see them together again.

When the grandmother died, my friend attended her funeral, together with her children, shedding tears and told me, she has been a good mother-in-law to her while she was still alive and she would remember and cherish every kindness that her mother-in-law shown to her while she was still alive.

I have nothing but utmost admiration for her gentle kindness and open hearted-ness. Many of my friends said, I have a big heart – I do give a helping hand, kind to animals and respectful towards the elderly. But I guess  I still have a long way to learn, how to forgive and forget, when one was hurt so deeply and yet, stay so graceful and benevolent.

Random Notes


Since sis is working elsewhere now, I have to drive myself to work. Gone are the days when I could still be dreaming for another 10 minutes before going to office and not having to worry about parking! It is still a good change though. I get to gossip without restraint with colleague, since I am fetching one colleague to office. She doesn’t say much whenever sis and mechanic were around! Haha! Gossip Queen, me! Anyway, I am just very pissed off with the motorcyclists. Sometime early this year, a motorbike ran into my car, as I was turning left. I put the signal on, I didn’t see him coming because he was just out from a junction as I was turning into my house – my house is at the end lot, so he was coming out, I didn’t see him, he didn’t see me! Thank God he was not hurt! Just that, his motorbike stand was damaged. I asked him if he saw my signal because I did put on signal, he just sped away. He is a secondary school student so I guess he could be riding without a license. I guess, my luck?

From that day onwards, I am so paranoid of motorbikes knocking into me, this incident put me on extra caution. What I couldn’t understand is, whenever I put my signal to the left, going to turn left into my house, there are still IDIOTS trying to be fast to bypass me on the left! What is wrong with these people??? Once, even a Waja was trying to overtake me on my left when I specifically put a left signal. I’ve checked my signal and tail lights, everything is in working order, so these people must be blind or just plain idiots! I think they don’t mind getting killed. But please, not by me!


A few months back, I was having lunch with my ex colleagues when my ex boss (the nice one!) commented on my grey hair. “Wah! You have so much grey hair now! You worry a lot is it?” I was thinking, when did I ever not worry before? I am a worry wart! Even with the less stressful office environment (only stressed when having to deal with the super moronic travel agency and some moronic co-workers), there are so much grey hairs growing everywhere! So, last weekend, I got my hair dyed – yes, it’s DIY again. This time, I was trying to use less chemicals so I resorted to using Indian henna. Well, I think my hair is just as stubborn as me, so, there is no brown color at all. However, I think it sort of covered the greying hair. One thing to note though, even after a few washes, the henna still stains the towel! So better to use a darker colored towels to avoid having unsightly patches on a perfectly white or light colored towels.


Sis promised Ern Ern to take her out for a walk, but it rained. So, sis was just telling Ern Ern to look outside and said that, they couldn’t go out because of the rain. To this, Ern Ern thought carefully and said to my sis, “Umbrella!”

Hahahha! For such a tender age, Ern Ern knew to use umbrella when it rains! So, people, if you are having troubles, and couldn’t seem to go away, always remember, there is always a solution to all problems.  “Umbrella” here can be your family members, friends or associates. So turn to them! Don’t give up! Remember to use the “umbrella”!


As I grow older, I seem to have more and more skin problems. My skin tend to flair up whenever in contact with detergent. So now, I have to use gloves to do the dishes or to mop the floor. I find that the detergent are getting cheaper, so it must be from some industrial formulation!

As for my skin, now I buy handmade soap from Kindersoaps. I find the soap does not leave the after shower “tight” feeling on the skin like normal soap or some body wash do. It’s touching to know that the soap was made out of a mother’s love for her daughter. I bought “Dream Time” for a colleague when I saw her face was infested with pimples and redness. After two days of use, her face inflammation was significantly subsided that other colleagues took notice. After about 2 weeks, the pimples subsided too! Many colleagues took notice and asked her what did she use? I love Dream Time because of the lingering aroma of essential oils. Now, I am using Goat’s Milk and Honey, which I think is quite luxurious for my skin! I find the skin on my legs are not that “flaky” anymore due to dryness, because I am just too lazy to apply lotion! Well, am not doing an advertisement for Kindersoaps. I am just sharing that it works for me!


I never feel safe in my own country. I could walk freely around the numerous places I visited without feeling threatened, even in the dark back alley in Macau. In KL, I’ve been a victim to a snatch theft right behind my house. After reading so  many horrific stories on the internet and news, and on-time live accounts from friends’ friends, it was appalling to hear the Home Minister just brushed it aside like they are “small matters”. The girl didn’t get kidnapped what? The girl didn’t die what? This is ISOLATED case. Ya.. one day later, at the Curve, somebody got robbed by the “Curry Powder” robbers then, a week later, another kidnap case happened within 2 km away from the Curve. Today, I read on June 3, one friend’s friend’s aunt got bashed up on the head while walking to car park at Jusco AEON Cheras Selatan! All for just her purse! I am pretty lucky that they didn’t do that to me! Criminals are getting bolder and bolder by the day because our law enforcement is crap! I don’t think we can use the “umbrella” in this case.. probably the “Umbrella” here refers to God. Only God can help.. and I am a free thinker to even say that!