The congregation of the numerous young and beautiful people coming in and out of the quaint up-market kopi kadei bear witness to the recently unearthed popularity of old kopitiam ~regurgitated~. An object of lore ~made overed~, should the terminology be permitted. Papa sat all hunched up, warming the equally poignant furniture item commensurate with the ~whole concept~ of the place, the ubiquitous heavy wooden stool with thick marble top. Whilst catching glimpses of jelitawans abound, Dinno arrived carrying an unusually large backpack like bag. He brought the quintessential ~laptop~ along. A device so necessary yet much mundaned in contemporary ruminations. Statue like Papa stared into the computer viewing the latest on the blog. Veritably Papa is quite IT myopic.
Dinno, ever the savvy IT maestro manipulated the indeterminate contraption masterfully. For, if verity be invoked, it was Dinno who insisted Papa on setting up a blog instead of just writing sms like to friends. Until last week whilst contemplating on the idea, Dinno called informing him, the blogs already in the net. Meanwhile, at the next table longtime Benny ~the main man interjected with his irrepresible but affable trademark remarks ~white coffee style~!
Monday, September 24, 2007
Misty Water Coloured Memories... of Days Gone By....
On Ramadhans late evenings or early mornings, particularly post sahur, whence the stillness of the dark hued heavens imbued into the quaint constituency of the situation, Papa inadvertently did a little reminiscing. A perculiarly nostalgic excursion to no avail or into nothingness, of the romantically poignant early mid-summer evening's walk along London's embankment many many years ago. Whenceforth flippant emotions turned sentimental. Should a love interest be alongside, during that magical moment perchance a marriage proposition could have been contemplated if not actually pronounced. It was sooo romantic.
Although never has he been to Venice, the simile of the enamoured couple in the gondola could be invoked particularly so when serenaded side long by the gondolier. Perhaps Papa wanted to relieve these fleeting moments of nostalgia, the profoundly so called ~water shed~ like occurences throughout his rueful existences. In other words, Papa only wanted to relieve his lost youth, rekindling memories that should have long ago be discarded into the dustbins of history. Undeniably leading him to spent all excess energy into perenially chasing after the perfect jelitawan, of whom, in the very least is wholesomely ~mythical~!
Although never has he been to Venice, the simile of the enamoured couple in the gondola could be invoked particularly so when serenaded side long by the gondolier. Perhaps Papa wanted to relieve these fleeting moments of nostalgia, the profoundly so called ~water shed~ like occurences throughout his rueful existences. In other words, Papa only wanted to relieve his lost youth, rekindling memories that should have long ago be discarded into the dustbins of history. Undeniably leading him to spent all excess energy into perenially chasing after the perfect jelitawan, of whom, in the very least is wholesomely ~mythical~!
A Sentimental Nite... But Where Is Wati (k) ?
...Somehow an air of consternation permeated through K lounge the moment Papa entered the club. The insuppresibly manic Bro K rushed towards him, amicably greeting him with arms outstretched. The club wasn't that full except for a group flocking together in front of the dance floor. The band was playing a catchy up-beat tune. The night was no different, much like any other nights but why must Papa feel a bit apprehensive. After finding his usual seat by the bar, Papa felt more relaxed. Fem and Del arrived a bit late after choosing the long way coming here. Mama emerged as if from nowhere. Upon seated she related bubbly Anne's unfortunate incident a day before puasa whilst Bro K intently listened. Papa stood upright trying to catch sight of Wati (k), she wasn't around, it was her off day when told later.
~An off day on a Saturday nite!! .....hmmm.. something must be up with her~ thought Papa. Meanwhile Aida and Anne joined the little coterie of friends at the bar. Chatting and laughing at Bro K's amusing antics. The ambience loosened into more laid back cum casual mood. Papa, ever more relax, partake a little more intensely into the carmarederie, his minutiae imbroglio thenceforth ignored, even for awhile, the ~Dato Papa's~charade.~Well~, thought Papa, everythings seemed swell~. But why the broody bit earlier on ? Hmmm.... perhaps the non-presence of Wati (k), tonite of all nites, he thought again~ .. still pondering, Papa drove out of the club's main entrance, elated after having invited to sing the deeply sentimental number, ~Selamat Tinggal~ popularised by the late Broery Marantika....
~An off day on a Saturday nite!! .....hmmm.. something must be up with her~ thought Papa. Meanwhile Aida and Anne joined the little coterie of friends at the bar. Chatting and laughing at Bro K's amusing antics. The ambience loosened into more laid back cum casual mood. Papa, ever more relax, partake a little more intensely into the carmarederie, his minutiae imbroglio thenceforth ignored, even for awhile, the ~Dato Papa's~charade.~Well~, thought Papa, everythings seemed swell~. But why the broody bit earlier on ? Hmmm.... perhaps the non-presence of Wati (k), tonite of all nites, he thought again~ .. still pondering, Papa drove out of the club's main entrance, elated after having invited to sing the deeply sentimental number, ~Selamat Tinggal~ popularised by the late Broery Marantika....
Friday, September 21, 2007
FAQ: Missing Child
How many missing children are found deceased?
According to a study by the State of Washington’s Office of the Attorney General, cases of abducted and missing children found murdered are still quite rare. Research has shown that between 40 and 150 incidents of child abduction murder occur each year, which is less than one half of one percent of the murders committed nationally.
What hours are most critical when trying to locate a missing child?
Statistics show that the first three hours are the most crucial. 76.2 percent of abducted children who are murdered are dead within three hours of the abduction.
How can I prepare myself in case my child becomes missing?
1) Keep a complete description of your child on hand.
2) Take color photographs of your child every six months.
3) Have your dentist prepare and maintain dental charts for your child, and be sure they are updated each time an examination or dental work is performed.
4) Know where your child's medical records are located.
5) Arrange with your local law-enforcement agency to have your child fingerprinted and keep the fingerprints in a safe and easily accessible place.
6) Keep a DNA sample from your child, like an old toothbrush in a brown envelope licked closed by your child, at room temperature in a dry, easily accessible place that is far away from heat.
What should I do if my child is missing?
1) Act immediately.
2) Search your home and check with relatives, neighbors, and friends to try and locate your child.
3) If you cannot find your child, immediately report your child missing to your local law-enforcement officers.
4) Limit access to your home until law-enforcement officers arrive and are able to collect evidence.
5) Give law-enforcement officers all the information they request about your child, and be sure to give them any information that could help in the search.
Aren't most missing kids a result of custodial disagreements?
The largest number of missing children are, from most frequent to least frequent:
1. Runaways
2. Family abductions
3. Lost, injured or otherwise missing children
4. Nonfamily abductions (in these cases, the child is at greatest risk of injury or death).
According to a study by the State of Washington’s Office of the Attorney General, cases of abducted and missing children found murdered are still quite rare. Research has shown that between 40 and 150 incidents of child abduction murder occur each year, which is less than one half of one percent of the murders committed nationally.
What hours are most critical when trying to locate a missing child?
Statistics show that the first three hours are the most crucial. 76.2 percent of abducted children who are murdered are dead within three hours of the abduction.
How can I prepare myself in case my child becomes missing?
1) Keep a complete description of your child on hand.
2) Take color photographs of your child every six months.
3) Have your dentist prepare and maintain dental charts for your child, and be sure they are updated each time an examination or dental work is performed.
4) Know where your child's medical records are located.
5) Arrange with your local law-enforcement agency to have your child fingerprinted and keep the fingerprints in a safe and easily accessible place.
6) Keep a DNA sample from your child, like an old toothbrush in a brown envelope licked closed by your child, at room temperature in a dry, easily accessible place that is far away from heat.
What should I do if my child is missing?
1) Act immediately.
2) Search your home and check with relatives, neighbors, and friends to try and locate your child.
3) If you cannot find your child, immediately report your child missing to your local law-enforcement officers.
4) Limit access to your home until law-enforcement officers arrive and are able to collect evidence.
5) Give law-enforcement officers all the information they request about your child, and be sure to give them any information that could help in the search.
Aren't most missing kids a result of custodial disagreements?
The largest number of missing children are, from most frequent to least frequent:
1. Runaways
2. Family abductions
3. Lost, injured or otherwise missing children
4. Nonfamily abductions (in these cases, the child is at greatest risk of injury or death).
Friday, September 14, 2007
I Just Called To Say.....
Somehow sex was never at the back of Papa's mind when he is hot on the trail of a jelitawan. It was the perennial chase, an end in itself and never the means. That's why, most of the times, Papa did not bother to ask whether the girl already called for, he knows, his little endeavour hardly bear any malice. Should the jelitawan reciprocate, the most she would do is follow him and friends go karaoke at news or star ktv. Further to that there would be the light banter exchanged over the phone. Followed by the once in a while ~to say hello call~ or the jelitawan sending a card inviting Papa and friends to her wedding. He thought that would be the outcome of his tryst with jelitawan Wt but that was not to be since he of all persons not unlike an amorously inclined 17 year old, ~fell in love~ !
Glitteratis Amongst Lemangs and Samosas
The varieties of food being offered was truly astounding. Along with the ubiquitous stiffling smoke from frying or barbeque like contraptions further bemuddled Papa's mind as to what delicacies to buy for buka puasa.
Among the hundreds of unfamiliar faces' mingling in the crowd, sometimes one may notice members of KL's "glitterrati", amongst them top models, artirstes of all persuasions and famous leading actresses. Truly the jelitwan's name sakes. It also lay testimony to the uniqueness of the food available. As it's only the first day of Ramadhan, Papa did not see any of the so called ~bona fide~ jelitawans.
Still perplexed as to what best to buy, Papa, upon reaching the end of the bazaar like pasar Ramadhan chose 2 rolls of lemang plus rendang, 5 samosas and a box of fresh iranian dates. Selamat Berbuka Puasa...
Among the hundreds of unfamiliar faces' mingling in the crowd, sometimes one may notice members of KL's "glitterrati", amongst them top models, artirstes of all persuasions and famous leading actresses. Truly the jelitwan's name sakes. It also lay testimony to the uniqueness of the food available. As it's only the first day of Ramadhan, Papa did not see any of the so called ~bona fide~ jelitawans.
Still perplexed as to what best to buy, Papa, upon reaching the end of the bazaar like pasar Ramadhan chose 2 rolls of lemang plus rendang, 5 samosas and a box of fresh iranian dates. Selamat Berbuka Puasa...
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
On the Eve of Ramadhan
The heat had not dissipated, the evening has only a few hours till midnite. It's the eve of Ramadhan, the heaty month. The time the heavens open up to receive all doas and ibadahs from all hamba Allahs should they give reverence to Allah hswt. Multifold, in return Allah promise rewards of the same if not much2 more. Verily Allah in his greatest and unfathomable essense, one who in the very least need not sustenance in food and water, implore his servants to emulate him if not from dawn to dusk only. For his love for his utmost creation knows no bound nor limits. Emulate for only a month in a year yet the bounty promised is indescribable. All ibadahs except puasa go back to the ones who partake. Only puasa goes to him directly. So brothers and sisters, observe puasa the best possible. The bounty is limitless.
Snippet About Itchy Keladi
Many of us, mid-aged bastards, would like to flirt with as many young jelitawans as possible. The fact that we are as old as their parents remains academic. To them, we are not at all attractive. Sultans and aristocrats may acquire the luxury of marrying young p*k* bacins, but lay persons don't. Bujang Lapoks may be fortunate enough considering their single status. Added to that, most have also prospered in their lives and careers. For the rest, just be happy with the ma'am and kids. There's little else to hope for. Just ride with the tide. Accept the fact that the body will deteriorate given time and condition the mind too gravitate likewise. Or else, susah lho!! Can lead to being "biang keladi" ~ makin tua makin menjadi!!
The Metrosexual Male
Much to the dismay of a mid-aged bastard, i.e. Papalados, the world's too obsessed with the ~young and beautiful~. The has beens, not unlike him, are mostly relegated to the sidelines, marginalised by a cruel and cold youth-oriented society. Advertisements abound harped on being healthy, beautiful and fair complexioned. To the extent of even making available, cosmetics for men. Not for mid-aged bastards but 20-30 something sodomites. There's even words, though not pronounced yet, encouraging people to consume a deodorant-like food additive that can make ones excrement smells nice. Imagine Papa telling a Jelitawan, "I might not be much to look at, but my SHIT smells wonderful !!"
Once Bitten Twice Shy
We, the young at hearts, eventhough married with kids, must seek a bit of excitement in our dull and much routined lives. For Papa, the seedy dangdut club is one avenue he finds very satisfying. There, he can sing and dance to his heart's contents. Just a little bit of cash expended occasionally, not at all ruinous to one's budget. After dancing, you go home, nothing more, perfectly harmless. To look for a partner, is an entirely different matter. Papa knows more than anyone else. He had the bitter experience in Jelitawan Wt - the marketing person aka the Killer Robot. It could be nothing but for the simple fact that he fell in love! Fortunately, it only lasted for less than a month. It truly ended before it begins. If not, Papa would not only lose his mind, but everything else as well!!
Cinta Monyet
The anticipation, the hoping against hopes, the carefully worded pronouncements and last but not least, the loud guffaws when comparing notes with friends. The all important chase that gives life to the whole pitiful endevour. A perpetual chase.. never conquering. Papa's too cozy in his little comfort zone and too scared to venture beyond. He's the aphoristic ~coward~, besides, what beautiful thing, crazy enough would fall for him anyway. He looked old, avuncular like old, girls would never be intimidated in his company. In all likelihood, they would instantly call him "Pakcik" and thus accorded appropriate respect, kissing his hands. That's how he is. An acronism amid the turmoil. Perhaps, in exception, the tryst with Jelitawan Wt when like a bright-eyed school boy he fell in love!!
Kawan Dato'
Jelitawan W (k)'s constant querying as to whether Dato' Papa is coming or not to the karaoke lounge proded Bro K to spin a little more white lies into the whole dramatisation of the inconsequential Dato' Papa's character. Telling her the Dato' might be held-up in a family gathering somewhere somehow added a benign element to the bogus personage. It could very well increase her yearnings for the Dato'. Hidup Bro K ! Hidup W (k) !! Hidup JVC !!!
Sampai Pagi !!
A heavy set lady clapped amidst the merriment. Wearing a gown like attire much like mbak Megawati's dress, she cuts an incongrous figure at the open karaoke hall. Then again, it could be her inappropriate dressing. She could be middle aged not unlike Papa. However Papa won't be much of an eye sore if he should cavort with a 25 year old GRO. For the poor lady though, as social norms dictate, a tenous position at the very least, should the situation be reversed ie. she with a younger man. How hypocritical ! However Papa did notice in the shadows, a handsome young bloke lovingly hugging her from the back. Way to go sis ! SAMPAI PAGI !!!!!
A Misconception
All the Best2.. thats where fems a bit mistaken.. Papa was actually smittened with the concept rather than the practical aspects. He aspires for the jelitawan. That's what it should be from the start, mere aspirations. Never must it be allowed a free reign. Papa, ever the hopeless romantic went for broke. Caution wasn't the only thing he threw to the wind. Rationality, circumspect and prudence were the foremost discarded. Badly needing a breath of fresh air or so it seems, he went berserk. Not unlike taking a high stake gamble, all or nothing. Should things went his way, he would get his trophy wife. By the same token, should the windfall turn back to him saying ~..And you be my ATM machine!~ Papa would be comatosed. He would not in all probabilities, be able to satisfy that role ! He's broke !
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
A Poignant Note
Coming back late from a teh tarik nite out, Papa quietly entered the bedroom. Seeing the Missus and children sound asleep somehow struck a quaint note deep inside him.
Being bestowed with kids late in marriage, Papa really loves the 2 mischievous little monkeys. Two boys of very tender age, verily his heart and soul. Also a wife truly heaven sent, never a grimace when Papa said he wants to go out on any evening neither questioning when Papa came back really late. A true ~isteri solehah~, Papa could never ever foresake his family for any jelitawan and be it even a near ~houri~ (bidadari) like bombshell nor wants to divide his love for his better half.
So what does he want a jelitawan for? Per chance just for the proverbial chase, when every senses inside one worked overtime...
Being bestowed with kids late in marriage, Papa really loves the 2 mischievous little monkeys. Two boys of very tender age, verily his heart and soul. Also a wife truly heaven sent, never a grimace when Papa said he wants to go out on any evening neither questioning when Papa came back really late. A true ~isteri solehah~, Papa could never ever foresake his family for any jelitawan and be it even a near ~houri~ (bidadari) like bombshell nor wants to divide his love for his better half.
So what does he want a jelitawan for? Per chance just for the proverbial chase, when every senses inside one worked overtime...
Smitten by Killer Robot (the Finale.. perhaps??)
The mind's still a bit heavy, the heart's equally weighted... but the body's beginning to feel light as relief started to permeate inside. The peace of mind is just starting to return. The jelitawan debacle that was, leaving Papa Lados aka Zul Gagap a much broken man... Humbled by a young girl, Papa vowed to not belittle any young person. Wisdom of age should be utilised benignly for guiding youngsters rather than manipulating their tender thoughts. The jelitawan wants to build a life with her sweetheart... let them be, as it's now their universe... their playing fields... and their initiatives. All the best !
Smitten by Killer Robot (Yet Another Sequel)
All the best to all Junior Veteran Club (JVC) members. Despite Papa's relentless pursuit of Jelitawan Wt's heart, it is crestfallenly apparent that the earnest chase was to no avail. The jelitawan had just revealed via SMS that Papa's persistent pursuance of her had resulted in her clashing with her sweetheart. Her very words... she also asked whether Papa is still interested in investing with UniAsia. Papa requested her not to submit his application. Respecting her perculiar circumstances, Papa feels less prudent to stop all potential contact. Papa thanked her for telling the truth. Verily Papa just couldn't chase anymore. Wishing her all the best and a ubiquitous good nite, Papa ~ heaving a sigh of relief ~ will go back to Bukit Tengkorak and into the wilderness... Or resume chasing even more young girls !!!
Smitten by Killer Robot (the Twist)
Papa did the unthinkable... he called the Jelitawan Wt. Answering instantly, she swallowed, hook, line and sinker the little story he weaved...promising yet another cheque after his Muar sawit run. Wt acquiescently complied. This time Papa would make good his words... he would pay CASH... the poor girl deserved that ! nsy2..
Smitten by Killer Robot (Another Sequel)
When Papa wrote the short letter, requesting the bank to activate a stop payment procedure, it ended without a whimper, all his hopes for jelitawan Wt. He lost the waiting game... he couldn't hold on any longer. He is getting older and his heart may not be able to sustain the emotional turpitudes. Perhaps he is not patient enough. Deep inside, he still loves her... maybe, on a fine day, should she called him, sweet talked him and beguiled him, the old bastard could very well, stupidly, foolishly and unrepentingly ~fall for her~ again !.
Smitten by Killer Robot (the Sequel)
Akum, dear bros. It is with regret that Papa wish to inform of a most recent occurrence that transpired just this fine morning (last month). The Jelitawan Wt that most of JVC have been acquainted with, true to accepted perceptions, is just another selfish Marketing person. After closing the deal with Papa, though very modest, did not bother to answer a harmless SMS requesting her to collect Papa's photostate IC. Her answer was, she is busy with appointments and in Seremban. Without suggesting any other dates, she asked to fax instead. Papa requested a stop payment procedure from his bank. Apparently, the Jelitawan Wt doesn't appreciate any kind gestures from anyone. Papa did ~bereng~ her, but it was perfectly harmless and all in good fun. To adopt this "tidak apa" attitude is unprofessional. However, Papa stands corrected !
Smitten by Killer Robot
Papa has just been too naive all this time. Until this evening at least. He had, prior to tonight's revelation, this perculiarly unique notion that Bkt Tengkorak or all that's happening around Bkt Tengkorak holds the key to unlocking life's vicissitudes. Falling for Jelitawan Wt was, perhaps, his proverbial wake-up call. Being a staunch Marketing person, Wt is quite well-versed in her craft. There's absolute nothing that could mitigate her ultra aggressive modus operandi when it comes to making sales. Papa, ever the ignorant bastard, thinks he could tame the shrew in Wt, naively confident that there is still some humanity left. But Marketing persons are not humans. They are like killer robots ! Closing deals is paramount !! It is the essence of LIFE to them !!! Nothing else matters ! Not even Papa's LOVE... Sigh...
Dangdut - Mummy of All Dances
Marcel Lee called, Papa was in the bathroom. Upon calling back, Papa was surprised, an attractive female voice answered. It was the receptionist from a prestigious properties based company. Papa had no idea as to who the caller was when Marcel called again. Oh ! the senior manager Papa met at K Club last Friday nite. A ballroom dancing afficionado and also who is very eager to check out dangdut. Kept on harping on the 4 step manuever, the mother of all popular dance ! Except the salsa he said, its uniquely 5 step and Marcel is not adept at it. Papa suggested them both go learn the elusive dance before visiting the nearest dangdut joint. Soonest after Hari Raya. Ok ok he said inebriated.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Miss Call of Nature or Was It ??
The neatly lined sawit trees hardly swayed amidst the gentle breeze blowing from above. Papa took a pee in the bush not far from his truck. Saan was animatedly conversing with Wak Mus about his previous rocky ferry trip embarking Klang to Dumai. Paidi listened amusedly. Only a while back Mak Cik Som was talking about the the 3 Indon robbers recently caught near Sungai Mati. Her worries however are not over yet as remnants of the gang are still free albeit in hiding. Paidi excused himself saying he wanted to continue harvesting as he would like to complete 15 acres by day's end. Papa and Wak Mus exited Bukit Tengkorak thru Kampung Kenangan way. By-passing Kundang Ulu thus straight on to Bukit Gambir. Having had assam pedas lunch he noticed an unidentified missed call on his hp. Could be the jelitawan W (k) after long last ??!!
Hidup Wak Mus !!
Wak Mus lenghty deliberation on a visiting ustadz shock and scare method of giving ceramah did bear considerable logic if seen in the context of intended audience. By and large nowadays people are much info minded with regards events around the world. In one of his ceramahs the ustadz touched on people who patronize teh tarik stalls, calling them immoral amd checkers fanatics. Wak Mus was irated, he lambasted back albeit diplomatically saying whose gonna feed the stall owners family should customers be barred from coming ?? He further orated on the importance of supporting local economy no matter how small. Knowing the Ustadz has never been seen drinking at any stall in the kampung. Wak Mus insinuated on experiencing things beforehand if want to make statements on the same. Hidup Wak Mus !!
Ngobrol saja, dong
Come to think of it, the proposition forwarded by Pak Jul Widjojo does bear perfect logic. Why pursue like bumbling idiots objects of near impossible proportions in Malaysia whence you can, for surely, get better and more attractive ones in Indonesia? Added to that, these objects of desire are more compliant, sincere and not as demanding as the ones here. Undeniably also, they do keep their alat vital nicely moist, scented and kemut2 tight! waduuuuh!
"Sudahin passport gue udah hilang! Lantas bikin baru mau aje 3 bulan. Mana aje mau gue tunjukkan kontol yang tegeng. Waduuuuh2! Kena aje tumpangin prahu nyeludup kretek gitu!"
Aduh, apain bikin ribut ribut! Naiki aje pesawat. Kalau mau nikahin saja. Student universitas lagi. Ini kok bikin repot repot saja. Ngak habis habis cerita jelitawan. Di sana kok lebihin dong, cantiknya jugak montok montok. Takda yang bacin dong. Kesemuanya makan jamu. Lantas alat vital pun di kenakan lulur. Lu tanya saja Pak Mi dong. Dia kan persis konsultant nya. Tapi usah di bawak pulang. Bulanan kirim saja. Kalau ada kelapangan aduh terbang dong. Isteri termuda sentiasa setia menunggu anda dengan wangian bak parfum trulung. Ini kok nyebut bacin aja. Banget gitu!
"Sudahin passport gue udah hilang! Lantas bikin baru mau aje 3 bulan. Mana aje mau gue tunjukkan kontol yang tegeng. Waduuuuh2! Kena aje tumpangin prahu nyeludup kretek gitu!"
Aduh, apain bikin ribut ribut! Naiki aje pesawat. Kalau mau nikahin saja. Student universitas lagi. Ini kok bikin repot repot saja. Ngak habis habis cerita jelitawan. Di sana kok lebihin dong, cantiknya jugak montok montok. Takda yang bacin dong. Kesemuanya makan jamu. Lantas alat vital pun di kenakan lulur. Lu tanya saja Pak Mi dong. Dia kan persis konsultant nya. Tapi usah di bawak pulang. Bulanan kirim saja. Kalau ada kelapangan aduh terbang dong. Isteri termuda sentiasa setia menunggu anda dengan wangian bak parfum trulung. Ini kok nyebut bacin aja. Banget gitu!
Do I need this?
Sometimes, Papa does deep soul searching exercises into his social activities. The thing with the jelitawan W (k), for example. What is he gonna do should the girl wants to go steady with him? Does he really wants the commitment? How far does he wants to go? Is marriage in the equation?
The breath of fresh air he yearns for could very well turn into a Fujita 5 tornado should the entire gamut be thought out thoroughly. All he wants was for some young thing to acknowledge thus converse with him, together with joining him dancing and singing at dangdut or karaoke lounges. Added to that, the occasional lunch or dinner dates.
In other words, all he ever wanted was the attention! Why then must he opt for a different life? A much dated question that verily, only Papa can answer!
The breath of fresh air he yearns for could very well turn into a Fujita 5 tornado should the entire gamut be thought out thoroughly. All he wants was for some young thing to acknowledge thus converse with him, together with joining him dancing and singing at dangdut or karaoke lounges. Added to that, the occasional lunch or dinner dates.
In other words, all he ever wanted was the attention! Why then must he opt for a different life? A much dated question that verily, only Papa can answer!
Question
W wants Dato' Papa to pursue her. But the Dato', who is as bogus as anyone could be, is just the lowly Papa Lados a.k.a Zul Gagap ~ a jantan cabaret cum jantan sundal ~ of ill repute (albeit a repented one).
Perhaps, the Dato' being bestowed with a distinguished looking demeanour with his streak of silver hair coupled with a benign-like disposition, does lend a compelling degree of believability. However, in actuality, he's not unlike an imposter although an innocous one.
Question is, should young W be attracted to his title more than his person? Perhaps then, the mega bluff must never be called and thereon, permit the whole woeful affair to diminish on its own....
Perhaps, the Dato' being bestowed with a distinguished looking demeanour with his streak of silver hair coupled with a benign-like disposition, does lend a compelling degree of believability. However, in actuality, he's not unlike an imposter although an innocous one.
Question is, should young W be attracted to his title more than his person? Perhaps then, the mega bluff must never be called and thereon, permit the whole woeful affair to diminish on its own....
Hello Dolly
Daintly, Mama walked to the stage. Upon taking the mike, the music changed to old style big band jazz. She sang without a hitch; the infectious ~ Hello Dolly ~ medley. Immediately, the veteran group crowded the dance floor executing with gusto their synchronised movements.
Earlier when the DJ played, this merry group danced ballroom-like latin and salsa numbers with steps tidy and twirls fluid, never once out of sync with the drum beats. Papa was mesmerised. He hardly noticed W glancing at him from afar. Only a fleeting moment was when she came up to him at the bar, gyrated and teased him into dancing with her.. but only for a second or two.
Verily an enigmatic lass who took Papa's number, refused to give hers, yet didn't ever call him...
Earlier when the DJ played, this merry group danced ballroom-like latin and salsa numbers with steps tidy and twirls fluid, never once out of sync with the drum beats. Papa was mesmerised. He hardly noticed W glancing at him from afar. Only a fleeting moment was when she came up to him at the bar, gyrated and teased him into dancing with her.. but only for a second or two.
Verily an enigmatic lass who took Papa's number, refused to give hers, yet didn't ever call him...
On the Budget..
Pretty much an Election's Budget. That was the lengthy oration by the PM. Smokers cheered considering there wasn't any additional tobacco tax - and they do make a big bulk of voters. Kudos to Pak Lah for being perceptive enough. A big boo to you, f**k**g health freaks! May you die en masse, knocked down by a 16-year old girl in a Viva. Who the f*** do you think you are, telling people what's good and what's bad for them? Idiots! Abhor smoking but got f**k**g drunk every other night. F**k**g hypocrites!
First Entry
We are all too familiar with our worldly affairs that we sometime forget the volatile undercurrents beneath the social fabric that is KL city life. Per chance, the draconian laws persisting do affect a peculiar form of control over the citizens. However, given time, the fragile layer that governs the dissatisfied minds will break. We are all competing, amongst ourselves and against other nations. The most ingenious and creative will have the edge. To have this advantage, we must be free to think and express our views. Our young minds must be nurtured and encouraged, not stifled. If this evil is allowed to perpetually flourish without end, then sadly we will all be passive followers rather than vibrant trendsetters that we know we have the potential for!
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