How to choose a bride... Malaysian style

How to choose a bride the Malaysian style.

How to choose a bride the Malaysian style The story begin at Kampung Pandan,Kuala Lumpur

A mother was very concerned that her middle-aged son has not shown the slightest indication of getting married. So one day she called him over to her house and said 'I have choose 3 beautiful ladies fro your bride and I want you to met them at their work place. And please let me know what you think'.

The first day the son went to big tall building at Leboh Ampang. It was a  beautiful telephones-cum-receptionist. Come home his mother asked him how it goes? He immediately commented that: - "Aiyaa...mother, she always say.... PLEASE HOLD ON, HOLD ON..."

On second day, he went to HBKL nominee was a leggy nurse. This was rejected also. Reason being: - "Aiyaa...mother, this one aaa..., secretary always fond of saying "SABAR LA CIK YA... SABARRRR,...."

By this time, the mother is nearing frustration. She order her son to go to school and met a sweet but plain-looking teacher. Comeback home the son suddenly agreed!! The mother was surprised & asked:- "Why this one? The previous two were a lot better looking!"

He replied: - "Teachers aaa.... teachers very good, always say:-PLEASE REPEAT, DO IT AGAIN, I want it done 10 times...SOME MORE, SOME MORE..!"

Her youngest son (10 years old), was listening quietly all this while at the other end of the room. Suddenly, he shouted "Brother.... female mini bus conductor more better laa.... they always say.. "NAIK CEPAT,NAIK CEPAT...MASUK,MASUK..... MASUK LAGI, DALAM LAGI...DALAM LAGILAAAAH, MASUK BELAKANG....BELAKANG LAGI, ....BELAKANG BANYAK KOSONG!..........."

Being out of site for a while but not out of touch.

It have been a while.....

I has been almost 3 months I am back in Malaysia... and it have been.... many, many month since I write this column. I always thing of writing something but always at the wrong time and at the wrong place. it either I have time but no computer of I have computer infront of me but can't remember.

Almost 3 month I try again my luck here. Seting up small business right in the middle ok Kuala Lumpur. Like to thank a great person that given me the opportunity which is rare.

You see I knew thousand of people in my path of life here. I did assist and land my hand and give my time to others. Hoping one day others will do the same way, maybe not for me but for my family, my wife, my sons, my sister or my mum.

Funny thing about life is when you're in the need there be always some stranger that you hardly knew landing you a hand but not someone close to you. Funny isn't! In my path of life I new hundreds of VIP's, 10's of Dato' and a few Minister but none of them giving me any opportunuties. Even most of them have no time to call me or have time to see me when I am back to Malaysia. For all I know when they call me.. I knew straight away they need favor from me. And before the tried to be nice and ask me ' Apa khabar, anak macam mana...' I always asked them if anything I can do for them. There always some favor need from me. I'll do it in my capability without hesitate.. that me.

I also knew in my path of life thousand of normaly humble samaritan and some of them becoming a close friends some of them close when they can see you.. but when out of site not even a text message or email. Some of them even get married or engage and don't have a courage to at least let me know. I have to find out from Facebook!

I am going back to melbourne tonight to see my Danish and my beloved wife. Missed my Danish a lots!


..... to be continue

Don't Quit

Anonymous

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and its turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When they might have won, had they stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit!

I will not feel sorry one day....

This is a true experience I had on my last trip back to Malaysia. I was driving along Jalan Duta at the round about turning right to Jalan Kuching. Traffic was slow as usual and I taking my time to take extra carefull to make my way turn right. With my right indicator right on I slowly make my way as soon I enter the round about and make my right turn.

As usual most Malaysian driver DO NOT understand the word and the meaning of give way to right. It mean ' You always look right and if there is a vehicle on your right you MUST give way'. I still have to craw slowly to my exit and held up hundred of cars behind me.

As soon I make my way to my exit and speed up a bit to my suprise out of no way at my left eye glance I feed something is coming. Yep! out of no where a bike come out from left stright to the right infront of my car with out even look at me. I hit he break to avoid the colision and horn him. Young Malay fellow as he look at me and show his middle fingger with an angry face. I mean to warn him how dangeous the way he ride his motobike but yet I get a middle fingger. Not just that with one hand one the handle and the other show his finger to me for a few second until he out of my site. He really made my day.

From that time I just wonder if he remember he had a mother waiting for him at home or wife and children at home waiting for dinner that night. If I wouldn't hit the brake I might hit him and he could be in serius injury! But yet as a Malay and probably MUSLIM he didn't care or 'bersyukur' that he safe another day. As a Malaysian, Malay and Muslim he didn't respect the law either his local law or his religion law!

One of this day if I hit another young motorbike driver I will not feel sorry about it. If he die in the colision I still don't even feel sorry about it. I think the way they ride the bike the deserve it!

Maybe next time I will not going to be bother hitting my brake! Just hit them so I don't have to see another finger pointing at me and ruin my whole day!

Now I know....

Ever I wonder for very long time where the money go. I am talking about Jabatan Pengangkutan Jalan (JPJ) for example. See this is my theory regarding how Malaysian government keep burden their people. It a simple calculation.

Malaysian government encourage their people to 'berhutang' in some many way. It either small thing from Singer or Court Mammoth to Cars and houses. We talk about how the govenment making money from this kind loan in later day.

Lets talk about JPJ. Let said half of Malaysia population own a vehicles such as cars, bike, van, lorry etc. Let say 12 million vehicle register to JPJ. and let said average 'road tax' (ops it is not a road tax now -sensitif lor). Let said average registration per vehicle are RM100.00 each. JPJ collected minimum of RM12 billion if my calculation is right each year without fail. That an average of RM100 per registration some pay more than that.

I just with that kind of money.. Malaysia should be toll free road. The amount of money collected by JPJ is more than enough to cover the cost build and maintenance of the road system (if they don't jack up the cost la to cover some people).

Then I met a senior government official lately and ask them this question.

Now I know where the money goes!

Malaysian government have they way of collecting revenue from each department. Each money come from any government department have to sent to Finance Ministry (i think). All the money collected by any department including JPJ. And JPJ or any other department need the money need to ask back from the finance ministry or MTEN provided that the come up with good proposal and good recomendation from their officer.

I don't think the is the right way to run the country. This is wrong. So no matter how hard you work and how much money you collected yo have to give to some one and they decided to give back to you or not!

No wonder the government are still the government and the mentality will never change for the better.. better for the people.

Now I know!

The day has come! Selamat Menyambut Hari Raya Aidil Fitri.

1. Year by year we get less and less greating and well wishing card. I guess when the day comes and you're less important to them so you're not need to be remembered. Even how close you're at one time one day you will be forgoten. I guess that part of life. Don't really mind actually as I would have though this will happened. I also know a fews are looking for me to send the card and i am greatfull specially this time of the years. So far I received only one card!

2. This year will be a slow raya for me. I guess my heart are no longger here. It time for me to go back. Years I planned to go back and I guess this year will be the year. Time to go.. time to make a moved!. I did tried while I am here but not going to happned. So time to go back and do good to my country. I did my part here as Malaysia and contribute to my country even Dato Rais Yatim not aggreed as he think Malaysian abroad not contributed to Malaysia. I think he should know how many I have convince Malaysian to go back and serve Malaysian. For how long I've been mentioning how wonderful our country are and for so manny Malaysian I said ' to make a changes you have to be in it and not barking from outsite'. I think I did contribute enough to bring and change malaysian heart to go back and serve their country.

3. Danish my 3 plus year old son will cerebrate his 3rd year raya down under. He in play school 3 minute walk from home. Picture taken last month at Mt Buller. Danish first time on his own taking a slide. Look at his face... how excited he is! of how terrified he is? Every morning Danish looking forward going to school. Taking his own shower.. getting dress-up event putting his own shoe. Don't forget his sack bag. Babai Daddy... with smile and kises!