P. Ramlee the legend

 

There is no replacement. Not even close. He is one of the legend that I adore other than Elvis and Sudirman Hj Arshad.

P. Ramlee had a standard of his own. He was a musician, song writer, song composer, actor, film director. Just name it, he was it. I wasn't even a teen when he died at 44. Somehow I could value his contribution to the music and film industry, then.

In honor of his contributions to the Malaysian entertainment industry, the P. Ramlee Memorial or Pustaka Peringatan P. Ramlee was built in Setapak, Kuala Lumpur. In 1982. I’ve yet visited the place. I will , someday.

Hey, I just got to know that he went to Penang Free School. The school is located right across the road from my parents-inlaws’ former house. My hubby grew up in the house.

 

The sad thing is that, many would relate one’s credibility with one’s personal life. I don't. No body is perfect. I would still appreciate and value the good work done by a drunk driver, for instance.

It was sad that P.Ramlee was rejected by his nation prior to his death due to his imperfect personality. His death somehow shocked the nation and marked the turning point of their perception and appreciation. One after another awards given to him. Too late people…He is dead ok.

Tonight, for the hundred times, I watched a movie which he featured. Nujum Pak Belalang. I’ve almost memorized all the scripts and yet, I am still enjoying the movie. So is my hubby and my son, who is born long after the death of P.Ramlee.

P Ramlee died on the 27th of May 1973.

Fully occupied weekend

 

tik! tok! tik! tok! weekend is over.

I could not spend more time to tell all the stories. Pictures tell.

First event, we got 2 new member of stray cats. Welcome to the world little ones. I'm happy to see there are 2 of them, not 1, as I thought. And I'm glad to see both born with socks, not total black as I earlier thought.

I want them to stay within the house vicinity, while my hubby is against it. I didn't let him win this time.

   Dont take your babies away ok mommy cat. I will help you to protect them.

Next event, cinema. (camera not allowed). 2 hours gone.

After watching horror movie, we all went to play Badminton. I could not snap any pictures because…..My room accidentally locked and I had my handbag, purse and my camera phone left in there. Nobody wants to admit who pressed the lock. We left the house without me having ID Card.

After the sweaty event, we had our dinner + supper at ‘Mamak’ restaurant to recover our burned fats. It was strictly eating business. After food, we wished each other good bye and good night. Brothers-inlaw, sisters-inlaw, nephews and nieces gone back to their house, but for us, the night was not over.

“lets buy ice-cream”. We stopped by 7-Eleven on the way home.

Upon reaching home…. 3 guys were standing in front of the gate at this hour  !!????

Dont panic…..

There was a soccer game coming at 2:30am. My son, Adri planned for his friend to sleep over at our place for them to stay up to watch Barcelona playing against Manchester United.

“Have fun guys, good night”

At around 3am, I heard loud “GOAL..!!!!” but I didn't bother to check. I continued my sleep. I learned later that Barcelona beat MU 3-1.

SUNDAY arrived too fast. I only had 3 hours sleep, it was time to get up for breakfast. After breakfast, my hubby and I took Nadia to a nearby university to do University-shopping We were looking for a suitable course for her.

About one hour talking to the consultant, and it was time to attend a wedding invitation.

 

It was around 3:30pm when we reached home.

Half an hour later. The whole house went silent. Everyone ZZzzzZZZzzzzzz……………………..

When I opened my eyes, it was almost dark. I prepared a quick dishes. We had simple dinner.

After dinner, we went to do our grocery and reached home at almost mid-night.

There goes the weekend.

scary movie

 

It numbs my butt, sitting for 2 hours. I don't favor it, but this time I had to go, just to please the kids. That Saturday, my hubby and I joined Nadia, Adri and their 1st cousin, Norasmah to the cinema. I made sure I had enough tid-bits to munch throughout the movie, just to keep me busy in there.

Before entering the cinema, I walked down to where I could buy munchy-munchy. The fairly new shopping complex, Tropicana City Mall is now pretty crowded compare to 4 months ago when it was newly opened.

 

‘Voices from the grave’. woo… sounds scary.

Until we paid for the ticket, then only we noticed that it was a Thai movie. Ops..! too late…lets get in”.

Subtitles were available in both, Malay and English. I read both. 

You wonder why did I have to read both?

The answer is simple…………….

BECAUSE THEY APPEARED SIDE BY SIDE…!!!

I could not avoid my eyes from reading the 2nd line. So I sat there , reading for 2 hours.

When the heroin ran to her rescue, I was still busy reading. Upon finished reading, I glance my eyes to the screen. The heroin has reached a safe place. the scary part was over.

Until the end, I could not catch what was so scary about it, because I was busy reading.

Gatal Tangan

 

‘Gatal’ (guh-tuhl) is a Malay word for itchy, while ‘Tangan’( Tongue-un) means hand.

Direct translation for Gatal-Tangan is Itchy-Hand.

Putting the two words together would lead slang with sense of sarcasm, referring to a person who could not stay still or who could not keep her hand off from doing things. In this case, I'm referring to myself.

It was 2am in the morning and I still couldn't sleep. Then I started thinking of what to do, as I hate tossing and turning in bed while everyone in the house are fast asleep.

I then decided to look through all the things which are still unpacked from my luggage since I left The States 3 weeks ago. I found the newspaper that I brought back from there.I thought of what to do with it before passing it away to the old-newpaper collector man.

Ahah..!! I got an idea…

I captured them in my camera and decided to add the image into one of my earlier posting, which I wrote about Ossama’s death. I edited the post as planned.

Upon re-saving the post, it somehow listed as the latest posting. And I could not get the posting back to its original position.

Now my blog journals are chronologically incorrect. All because of me being ‘Gatal Tangan’, that night. I should have prevented myself from editing whatever done and past.

:-( huh..!

1st May 2011: The death of Ossama Bin Laden

This is my personal say about Ossama’s death.
I’ve just landed at Chicago airport when I received a text message from my hubby “Ossama is killed”. Then I saw it was written on a from page of the local news paper “Ossama is dead”.

Throughout my stay, the front page of the local new papers were all about the victory of the US troops killing Ossama Bin Laden.

My sympathy is more to his wives, children and relatives. Yes he was labeled as terrorist at his later life, but I he was also a hero at his earlier life. His intention was to fight for his country, for his people. What a shame that he allowed his mind set to misled his initial strives. Another Robin Hood is gone.

Should he based his projects on the teaching of Quran and Hadith, he couldn't have died as a terrorist to the world. Should didn't he killed the innocent on his wrong mission of Sep 11, he could have been alive and progressed successfully on his business and he could have been his own emperor having mega buildings of Bin Laden all over the world. Next, he could have created a legend of an excellent father figure.

Look what he could have achieved but didnt. Its a shame indeed.

All the good intentions vanished, together with others’ respects on the great religion of Islam.Such a respectful ‘Din’, the Muslims have to live carrying the label of extremist to the eyes of some people. Thank God, many still have a good perception on Islam, that Islam is not a religion of the terrorists. A muslim will not kill innocent people.

His time is up. Allah had set His word… “Be!”

May the death of Ossama marks a turning point to the world towards a good perception of Islam.

Is your mind like mine?

 

I needed a self pampering. Going for facial and get a shoulder massage were just a perfect idea. With one phone call, I managed to get a walk-in appointment at the nearest SPA.

She was very soft-spoken. She must be a new staff, as I’ve never met her before. I felt welcomed the moment I stepped in. As usual, I slipped in to a lose provided ‘sarong’ and she made me lied down comfortably on the bed in a dim lighted room, well prepared with nice aroma of therapeutic essential oil.

She started massaging my fore head, putting more pressure as she slid her thumbs down to under my ears. ahhh…!! what a feeling. Then she started massaging the back of my neck. Slowly moving lower and lower to my shoulder, yes!! I badly needed a message on my stiffed shoulder. The moment her fingers almost reaching my shoulder, she stopped and moved her hands up to my forehead. WHAT A BLOW..!!!

I quickly got up.

“Hey, listen here lady…… I didn't mind breathing on your garlic breath. I’m here to relax….to get a good shoulder massage like what got from your other colleagues. You hardly even touch my shoulder. I shouldn't be paying an amateur like you…!!!! You get out..!!!! and get me another person.”

I was thinking of telling her that but I’m not that cruel. I allowed her to get more experience, as this probably her first job. So I just laid back as she cleansed my face. I tried to blank my mind,closed my eyes tight and listened to the piped music.

I heard birds chirping. I opened my eyes. Wow…!! water fall right in front of me. I stood up and looked around me. The lady disappeared and I got up in a middle of a tropical green. What a picturesque scenery. Green and refreshing cool air..and those birds were happily hopping from one branch to another, some flew in a circle, and once a while wet themselves by flying close to the waterfall.

From down under the mountain, through the bushes, I could hear a haunting sound of flute. soft and soothing. I’ve heard that song, but could not remember where and when.

I was hearing the sound of waterfall, birds chirping and the flute. There were just awesome, creating harmonious song of nature.

“But how did I get in here??”, I wondered.

“ma’am”, I heard a voice calling me from the darkness. I was shocked.

The lady told me that the facial was over.

HUH..!!??? Its done..??

“oh..ok.. thank you”. Then she helped me to sit up.

I wasn't even sleeping then. I was just listening to the soul soothing, talismanic music. A sound of nature.

That's how wild my imagination could go. And that happens all the time. I don't think I could ever stopped my mind from thinking and imagining, unless…...the end.

Do you?

Tabin Wildlife in Lahad Datu ?

 

I’ve heard about Tabin Wildlife Park, thru my brother. He was assigned to take care of the area for a few years.It has been declared a Wildlife Reserve due to the large number of highly endangered animals inhabiting its forests.

This is my brother , looking very adventurous but loving in actual life.

Anyway, about The Tabin Wildlife Reserve area..….

The exclusive rainforest area is located about 2 hours of rough drive from Lahad Datu town.

Lahad Datu…yeah…where I was born and raised up for 10 years.

Have I been to Tabin Wildlife Park, which won the award of the “Most promising tourist attraction” ?

I wanted to, I said it many times, I would love to, I wished I did, but nope!, I have not.

I also heard about The Tabin Wildlife Resort, thru my sister. She is currently works there. http://www.tabinwildlife.com.my

Again, Nope..! I haven't been there.

Now I'm looking at my sister’s Facebook profile. WOW..!!! look at her surrounding.

HO..HO..HO...! I could feel the cooling river and the sound of nature it creates. 

Look behind you sis!  A troop of wild Pygmy Elephants.

 

Korean artists were there?? Hey..this is unfair…!! That’s MY HOMETOWN..!!

 

 

Shame on me…people from all over the world had been to the place to smear volcano mud on their face as this is believed to do good  to human complexion.

They did bird watching, jungle trekking, night safari, night walk, dawn driving and many more, while I HAVE NEVER DONE THOSE AND HAVE NEVER BEEN THERE..!!!!

 

Now, I’m excited to go. I want to be there, I want to experience sleeping in the exotic resort by the river. I want witness the beauty if His creatures. Pygmy Elephant, Sumatran Rhinoceros, 220 species of birds, and many more.

Here are few photo collection of my sister, which I stole from her Facebook profile. Don't tell her ok….sssyyhhh….

   

But then….eeyewww…. will I be able to sleep thinking of those creatures??

Here I am sitting in the office without seeing a single primate, other than this teddy bear , a present from my loving daughter.

And there, my younger sister, playing with her pets, climbing up the reserved jungle, having fun with her colleagues, enjoying the nature and listening to the sound of silence, surrounded by those wild four legged, 2 legged and non-legged creeping animals. eeyeewww… not me…

   

I don't mind staying in the resort by the river though…..NICE……

I wanna go..I wanna go…..when?..I dont know, but soon.

( hush-hush…..I will bring insect killer spray with me.)

Who is coming with me?

or you just want to see my teddy bear collections?

All my batteries died on me

 

“Go direct to the meeting then only send this letter, or send this letter first?”

The  2 places I was about to go were not too far from each other. Later I decided to make a quick stop at where the said letter needed to be sent. I told the security guard that I weren't  gonna be there for too long, that I would be driving out in another 5 minutes. BUT, I never did.

Upon getting into my car, and as I switched on the ignition…silence…………..

My car wouldn't start...!!! Not an ekk! not an akk!.

SHARKKK..!!! obviously I missed the next meeting, which I hate it when it happens.

I grabbed my phone. BEEP..! BEEP..! “Oh No.!!” my mobile phone was giving indication of low battery. I made a quick call to a friend whose office is not too far. I was thinking that I could use his phone should my mobile phone died on me.

“I’m in a meeting”, was his answer. “Great, what a day”, I thought.

I was getting more beeping on my mobile phone then. I prayed for it to give me a another chance to make a call to my hubby. I managed.

30 minutes later, the Toyota assistant came to the rescue. I love you TOYOTA…

He came with a new battery Phew..!!

The car battery costs me RM205( USD 70). I checked my purse. Ops..! I didn't have that much in it, except for USD, which I didn't have a chance to use in my recent trip to The States. I offered him US Dollar, but he didn't want to accept. So we both drove to the nearby ATM machine to withdraw money.

I happily paid him extra amount for his kindness. Thank you Mr.Toyota.

My Mini-Zoo

 

We’ve decided…

let forget about having a special aquarium just for the growing Arowana, unless someone is willing to clean the tank and change the water . but who?? not me…not you..not her…not him…

SPLASHhhh..! off you jump to the pond, Princess.

 

My Silver Arowana is now happily swimming together with my cannibalistic turtles and other fish. Today is its 3rd day in the man made in-house pond. So far, those turtles are behaving themselves. They probably wondering “What the heck is this?”

The Arowana is  happy to find more  fish to eat, but some are too big for it to gulp, while….

the owner (my hubby) kept on checking if it is still there, alive, not eaten by the turtles.

 

At the back of my kitchen, those stray cats are still roaming around hoping to see the kitchen door opened.

Last night at around 10pm, I heard a sound of a kitten.

My hubby’s expression..”Oh no….not another one..”, while I rushed to check.

There she was……

 

This first timer mom gave birth to the only one total-black kitten. Not a dot of white. She got irritated by the torch lights I used on her. She picked her tiny baby up and ran into the darkness. Poor kitten. Come back okay…!!!

Welcome to my mini zoo.

Entrance is free….!!!