STILL UNDER RENOVATION - Heheheh

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Do you ever wonder how some people got lucky ? We have people who made it big without proper education, we have people born with platinium spoon ( golden spooners oso cannot beat them ). The platinum handshake, ( again, golden handshake is now worth a lot less ) that was worth hundreds of millions of ringgits. But the worst of them all, are those lucky idiots who landed themselves or rather 'planted' themselves in the political scene and subsequently got even luckier and became ministers or at the very least, deputys.

With due respect towards their sacrifices and contributions, I sometimes wonder if deputy ministers are allowed to leave their brains home when they go out performing their ministerial duties. Anyway, hehe, I have nothing much to write about and this blog is under construction so, i beg your pardon wahai Yang Berhormat sekelian.

Oh by the way, before i go out for golf, how come we never get to renegotiate the water deal with Singapore ah ? Ops, silly me, I forgot. Our deputy minister wanted to cool it off because the people of Malaysia are a little sensitive at the moment on the issue. Yah yah, we understand that Mr. Minister, I've read your statement somewhere.. Ok lorr..what to do, we wait lor, we have been waiting for many other things anyway..

Ok ok .. don't want to be too political here, let me go on with the renovation work. Till then, people, enjoy the long weekend.

Kalau tak der kerja lain nak buat, sila baca these silly translations that I'd made up

DIRECT TRANSLATION FOR DUMMIES - By Adiejin

Grey’s Anatomy – Bhg Tubuh yang Kelabu Punya

Gone With the Wind – Hilang Terus dibawa Angin

Jangan Pandang Belakang – Don’t look look back ah

Home Alone – Duduk Rumah Sorang Sorang

Dance With the Wolves – Menari Bersama Anjing Anjing Serigala

Cocktail – Ekor Ayam Jantan

Notting Hill – Bukit tak der apa

While you Were Sleeping – Masa Awak Tidur Tadi

My Big Fat Greek Wedding – Saya Punya Majlis Perkahwinan Greek yang Gemuk

King Kong – Raja dah Mati

Lord of The Rings – Raja Segala Cincin Cincin

Silence of The Lambs – Kambing Biri Biri semuanya Senyap

Full Metal Jacket – Baju Tebal Besi Yang Sudah Penuh

Prison Break – Penjara Pecah

BLOG UNDER RENOVATION

BLOG UNDER RENOVATION

Sila Guna TANDAS di Tingkat 1

Please use the TOILETS on the 1st Floor

Oni Rengge kencinghe uh TOILETE 1st Firotes

Maua beser buko seluore an TOILES si One

Ouq ouq di TOILTET an ceboki pas 1 Flore

The Little Djin - PART 2

It was not a surprise that the goodbye was short and simple. I trailed dad’s car with my little eyes as it gradually build up speed downhill. The road meandered lazily along the hilly slope towards the guard house which was tucked conveniently behind the lovely bed of flowers and small manicured trees that welcome visitors to my new school or home. I did felt alone and abandoned but I was very sure that it would not be for long.

A little less than an hour before, we arrived unceremoniously at the school compounds and we soon joined the small queue to register my name in the school books. The name tag read as Rani Mokhtar, whom I assumed would be the name of that serious looking man behind the desk. There was no smiles nor did he frowned as I mentioned my name. A quick check through the list and I was soon sorted out. I was given a tag that reads as, Room 1B2 class 1 Omega.

We were shown through a gate that led to 2 blocks of building. I soon got to know that the number 1 was referring to 1st floor, B for block B and 2 for room number 2. Something a little bit complicated for a 12 year old mind but comprehensive enough. Dad carried the suitcase up the stairs as I trailed nervously behind him, hurriedly but not running. Dad’s put on his stern matter of fact face, probably wondering what mom had packed in the heavy suitcase or he was just probably a little tensed with situation. Many little unfamiliar faces greeted us as we entered 1B2, and many anxious parents were also visible. We soon got to know that we could freely choose any bed that was still unoccupied. I chose the one in the corner, beside the windows. The lower deck had some stuffs on it so, it left me with the upper deck which I really fancied. Surprisingly there was not much chatter between the little kids and parents and the mood was somber and calm.

Many weeks before that, mom showed me a letter that approved our application for me to be in boarding school after the primarys. To mom and dad, it was an opportunity that could provide good education for their eldest son, to me it was a ‘get out of jail free’ card. I had always wanted to be in a boarding school, inspired by tales and misadventures of the Hardy Boys and tales from the Enid Blytons’ books that lined the shelves in my room since I was 7.

The little malay boy was sitting on the lower deck, sobbing softly as he folded his clothes taken out from a small worn out bag. His little feet barely touching the cold floor, and he quickly looked away when I approached the double decker bed. I pretended not to notice his tears as we shook our little hands and introduced our names. It was amazing how we suddenly grew up, from two little boys who had been shielded from the wrath of the world by the adults we called mom and dad, we now had nobody but ourselves. That sobbing little boy, hiding his tears, ashamed that he had to shed tears, would have to trust me, and trust was all we had, in order to survive.

I felt no fear as I was left alone there, unpacking my clothes and stuffs into the wooden locker. I was then on my own, free from the usual set of rules and order at home, free to do what I please, free to be me, at least that was what I thought. ..

End Of Part 2

The little Djin - Part 1

I'm starting a new series today, based on my life as a little kid. A magical tale of a small boy who grew into what he is today. A boy who dreams of travelling the world to seek for treasures and fantasy...So strap on, this might take a long long year.

January 3rd 1980.

The water was really cold as I stepped into the bathroom. Hot shower was not as common as it is in the present days and I shivered as I hurriedly showered. It was still dark outside the brick house. I grew up in that old bungalow, probably built by the British, at the foot of Kenny Hills surrounded by lush patches of secondary jungle that houses scores of wild birds and monkeys.

“What are you doing?” It was mom, peeping through the door and finding me perched on the window sill looking outside still wrapped in towel after the shower.

“I want to remember this view in case I miss home” was the reply she got. I turned around but she had already left probably wanting to hide her own feeling. She was going to have to let go of me that day, her eldest son, her 12 year old son.

I dressed smartly into my uniform. I proudly put on the dark green shorts which differentiate me from the little boys who still have to wear dark blue shorts. My white shirt was neatly pressed and I wonder how many times my mom had ironed it during the night. I ran down the stairs and I saw the huge luggage that contained all the stuffs I would need. Mom had endured the pain of letting me go and spent days going through the things I would need to take with me. My siblings were too small to understand, and was probably wondering why this big bully was going away.

Dad was at the breakfast table munching on his toast and reading the Utusan. A quiet and firm man he is, no words were exchanged as I stared at the food. I felt no hunger, I felt no excitement. This man, whose emotions was never shown; who hides his feeling well, will not be having me at the table again at breakfast again. Was he feeling what I felt or was it just the little me who had these bothering thoughts.

Soon it was time to go. Mom was at the door. She uttered some things that I should remember to do and the don’ts. Don’t start a fight but defend my rights was something I remembered well. She showed no emotion as dad drove his Volvo up driveway through the gates and out into the meandering road heading south.

I took one quick glance at the home I grew up in and then looked forward to be in my new home, not knowing what to expect but expecting the worst. Same time the next day, I would wake up in new strange world leading a new strange life, the life that would shape my destiny. A life in the boarding school.

End of part 1

Tale of 24 - 5.52am till 5.52am

Me, Piala and Her

5.52 am (7th April )
I was up even before the alarm went off. Nudged the missus but she is still too far away in her own journey of dreams.

6.03 am
The garden was still dark and cold, filled with a refreshing smell of grass and fauna. That woke me up completely, as I do my early morning stretch routines on the deck, awaiting the Subuh Adzan.

6.37 am
Farah was also up. I hit the showers as she gave her final salam in her Subuh prayers. The night before was uneventful as we hit the bed early, anticipating today’s grueling activities.

6.57 am
The missus was a little dazed in the passenger seat with the early morning blues, as I hit 140 km/hr, Northbound on the NKVE. We stopped for gas at the Sungai Buloh R&R.

7.21 am
I pulled into the slip road to Bukit Beruntung Golf and Country Club as traffic was already building up at lights. It kept me wondering why people are already up in their vehicles that early on a Saturday morning. They can’t be all playing in a golf competition like me.

7.26 am
Mia and Adam arrived. Mia looked glittering in her khaki skirt and wearing our green tops. Farah and her embraced, and I really cannot understand what the embraces are all about as they embrace every single time they meet, even if it was for a few hours apart. I can’t visualize myself embracing Adam ever in this present life. It not only is yucky but that would significantly agree with that the MCKK haters opinions about ‘budak koleqs’.

7.30 am
People began to arrive but the RMC Puteras arrived most elegantly in their red tops. The Mozacs arrived less glamorously but nevertheless full of hopes and sprit. Farah and Mia had them registered and breakfast was served. I had 2 red apples and a bottle of water.

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People Arriving and Registrations

8.30 am
Tee off time. It was hot, I was hot and the competitors were hot. Everyone eyeing for the challenge trophy and the RM1,000 prize money. Nothing was sparred and comradeship was sealed.

1.30 pm
Players began arriving back at the finishing hole. Some of them grimaced painfully under the hot sun, a telltale of a bad round, some smiling jubilantly.

2.30 pm
After a long cold shower and Zohor, I was back in the hall for lunch and the prize giving ceremony feeling fresh and was in high spirit. Our boys played well but so did the opponents, so it was kind of difficult to pre guess the winners. I was confident though that I would emerge among the top 10.

2.45 pm
And we won again this year. We beat SMS Melaka Alumni ( Mozacs ) by 7 Stableford points, an improvement from last year. RMC came out last but was definitely the best looking and most disciplined team of all.

THE CHAMPIONS - MCKK Outsiders

4.45 pm
Back home, the Annual Triangular Golf Invitation Trophy sits gracefully on the mantelpiece. Farah took a quick nap on the sofa as squeezed besides her in my winning boxer shorts.

6.43 pm
Woke up with a slight headache but otherwise refreshed. We waited for Marghrib and got dressed for dinner.

7.59 pm
Arrived at Damansara Heights and was greeted by Nadia at the door. The rest were upstairs.

8.27 pm
All of us checked into Secret Recipe. The kids and a ‘not so young kid’ decided to walk there, which is good for the old us to have a peaceful short car ride minus the screaming kids.

8.54 pm
I had Curry Seafood Laksa, Farah had Chicken Lasagna, Tok Ayah had mushroom soup, Nadia had Shepard’s pie, Che Ni had what I ordered, Faris had Little Chicken and so did Farha. Pink Flips had Tom Yum Gong which ended up in my tummy also. We Tapau(ed) Kuew Teaw for Tok Nah at home.

10.37 pm
We hit home, stopping at Tesco for provisions.

12.18 midnight

I retired to bed.

5.15 am ( 8th April )
Woke up.

5.52 am
Arrived at Damansara again to pick up Mom and Dad enroute to KLIA

What a day !!

MORE PICTURES

Kamal The Slayer.....

Zaim from Rest of The World

Adam and Mia

The RMC Boys in Red..Gagah siuts tapi tewas

Farah Emceeing and me menyibuking

APEK BOLUI LAGI

The weather was beautiful yesterday and I thought a round of golf was just appropriate. After a quick dash to the laundry, and a dab of suntan lotion on the cheeks, I was soon at the golf club.

People, guess who I met at the club. It’s Apek Bolui again. The Chimpeng apek who had now became a familiar name in this blog.

“Wah, Djin. Ini hali pun lu mau main golf ah ? Lu hali hali pun main golf ah ? Lu bini tarak lari ka ?”

“Apa pasal lu susah hati pek. Itu wa punya pasal lah. Mau main sama wa ka ?”

“Boleh boleh..wa talak hat punya.”

“Oklah..saya tukar baju dulu, nanti apek tunggu saya dekat buggy station tau”

Soon I was ready and we took the 3 minutes buggy ride from the club house to Tee Box number 1. The sky was bluish, spots of rain clouds was visible, a little humid but pleasant gusts of wind made it a beautiful golf day. I took my Callaway driver and ……

…..WHACK!!!!!.......... I hit a long shot straight down the fairway.

“Waaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Lulu Lancau wo……..” Sampai terlompat lompat macam Beruk MatYeh

“Cilaka lu Apek. Apa pasal lu cakap itu macam ? tarak baik wo”

“Apa pasat tarak baik ?? wa cakap lu Lulu Lancau.”

“Eh apek..jangan main main ah..wa baru kenal lu satu hari tau.Nanti bersepai gigi kau aku belasah.”

“Lu manyak boloh punya golfer. Wa cakap lu bola lulu lancau pun mau marah..”

“Apa ?”

“ Lu bola manyak straight la kawan. Manyak lulus. Lagi ah, manyak cauh. Vely far one. Lulus lan Cauh .Wa cakap itu macam apa pasat lu marah ?”

"Owwwhhh..Kau lah bodoh apek. Cakap melayu pelat. Lurus dan Jauh ler bangang.."

"Eh,kawan..apa itu bangang ? bagut ka itu macam ?"

Aku rasa apek ni tak hidup lama kot. Satu hari memang kena belasah ngan aku….

Arrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..

Apek oh Apek

I was looking for an empty space to park my car at Bangsar when suddenly there’s a knock on the glass.

“Encik ah..tanya sikit ah. Itu Chimpeng mana ah ?

“Apa ? “

“Chimpeng, Chimpeng….saya sulah tanya itu guard ah. Dia cakap sini ada satu Chimpeng”

“Sorrylah Apek. Saya tak tau woh. Apa tempat itu Chimpeng?”

“Aiyah, itu Chimpeng balu punya. Saya mau pigi angkat wang lah”

“Tarak tau lah boss. Itu kedai ka apa ? Along ka ?”

“ Chimpeng bukan kedai lah ? lu itu pun tatau ah…Chimpeng ah…macam itu Maypeng, Public Peng, RHetB Peng..itu balu punya peng “

Adoi…bengap punya apek. Buat aku pening jer..Actually dia cari CIMB Bank..Ceh..

Berita Ringkas Hiburan

Kumpulan blues dan rock terkenal , The 3 Djins telah meluahkan rasa tak puas hati dengan pihak penganjur sebab tidak dijemput untuk membuat persembahan semasa konsert Suara Hati Sudirman yang telah diadakan baru baru ini di Stadium Melawati Shah Alam.

Jurucakap band terkenal itu telah mengemukan bantahan bertulis kepada pihak penganjur dan meminta mereka membuat kenyataan minta maaf diakhbar...agensi berita djin

Gambar terkini The 3 Djins. dari kanan AlongDjin, AngahDjin dan DjinKecik sedang membicarakan tentang album terbaru mereka "Kena Sampuk Djin"