It's been a year in Mobs War. Hehehe.. Tak main pun. Duit aje banyak..

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As reported in China Press yesterday, a pillow which was bought at a promotional price of slightly over RM10.00 from a hypermarket was producing a fishy smell.

Suspecting it was caused by the buyer's child's urine on the pillow, it was later found that the pillow also had a lump.

Being more curious, she operated it and found a lot of recycled materials, includes a bloodstained surgical gloves!

Who is to be blamed actually; The Manufacturer or the Seller?

I'd like to quote my wife saying, "Harga Tidak Pernah Menipu".

I have always been comparing prices when buying things from the supermarkets. There are expensive supermarkets and there are actually cheaper supermarkets. I think you guys knew which is cheaper and which is more expensive.

I'm a regular user of Downy, the cloth softener. When it was first introduced, I find it very nice. The liquid was thick and a little consumption is enough.

After a while, I went to the hypermarket which advertise cheaper price for Downy and buy another bottle to top up my finished bottle at home.

When I opened it, how surprised I was to find the liquid was very thin, seems like it has been added with water or something else.

So I thought the manufacturer did that on purpose to attract customers at initial stage and sell lower quality product in the end, but when I went to the shop that I initially bought Downy with a slightly higher price, the quality as same as the first time I bought it.

I keep buying it from the shop which sells it slightly more expensive in price since then.

Not jumping into conclusion right here, but is there a possibility that these hypermarkets are able to sell a lot cheaper by reprocessing other manufacturer's product and try to make it cheaper by putting in something else into the product?

No wonder they can sell a lot cheaper huh?

Labels: rants

I'm getting really emotional for the last few days.

All this while, I was in doubt that the Kelantanese Sultanate family would do such a horrible things towards Manohara, the materialistic girl from Jakarta.

I keep am telling that to my wife.

Manohara's mother, claimed that her daughter was suffering from tortures from the husband, who happened to be related to the Kelantanese Sultanate family. Not only that, she told the media that she was disallowed to see her own daughter and was stopped by the Royal Family to come to see her daughter.

All sort of tortures, was being told to the media. Siapa tak kesian?

Worse, Indonesians were like losing their mind and started to despise the Malaysian Govt for sitting still on the issue. Indonesian Media were getting so emotional, and the news were not only being published in the gossip programmes, it has even been the focus on the prime news.

Indonesian Media, as we all know, will always bash the Malaysian govt for every issues, especially those with regards to their people in this country.

This time, they have gone overboard, by insulting the Sultanate family, the Malaysian govt and hurting the feeling of Malaysians, by raising the anger of the Indonesian people with this false news of incidents of Manohara being abused.

Indonesian people had been cursing and swearing the Malaysians for remaining in silence on Manohara's abusal. Later on, they relate the ol same ol same stories like Nirmala Bonat and so on. Malaysia has never been kind to them.

Worse, the thing that I hate most is, when my wife's friends/relatives jokingly warn her to be careful not to be treated like how Manohara is getting from the Royal family. I knew, as they openly put these remarks on my wife's facebook wall. What are they thinking?

Even though they're joking, it reflects how they actually look upon us.

In the earlier stage of my relationship with my wife, all her friends and relatives were giving negative comments like, 'Koq nanti dijadiin Tekawe (TKW)', 'Orang Malay itu bisa dipercaya ngga?','Tau kan, kenapa Malaysia dipanggil Malingsia? Ga usahlah...' and so many other bad remarks, not about me, but about Malaysians in general.

FYI, TKW means 'Tenaga Kerja Wanita'. Maling means, pencurik.

And some of those bad remarks even came from her own close aunt's mouth. Her officemates repeatedly giving her free consultation at her desks over the decision to marry me. Her siblings giving cynical remarks like, 'Kalau mau kawin tu tak apa, tapi jangan dengan orang yang di seberang tu. Tah betul tah tidak orang Malaysia ni..'

It shows, how bad they thought of us Malaysians.

Well, I cannot blame them as it was actually the Media plays the big role in actually spreading out the false information on us Malaysians. Sometimes, i was wondering, do they use common sense while writing out false & sensitive issues & information, especially on the neighboring countries like Malaysian? Do they need to be bribed not to foul-mouth Malaysians? Come on Indonesia!!!

Indonesians in Malaysia gave us more headache by indulging in more and more troubles, day by day, with all kind of methods. Robberies, pukau, rape and so many more cases ever, but have we ever bad mouth the Indonesian Govt? Or it's people?

NO!

Because we have common sense. We know, devillish act is by individual, not by the govt, or not by community.

Does that means that the Indonesian Media do not have common sense? I'm sure they'll be incredibly mad on this comment but have they ever, thought for a minute before actually write something that will actually hurt other people's feeling?

Di manakah otak mereka pada waktu ketika itu? Adakah otak mereka di lutut?

Now, Manohara successfully escaped from the Kelantanese Royal family and managed to get back home with her mom. They are doing TV shows, on that issues.

But, Manohara refused to go for checkups, and refused questioning by the police.

It seems like Manohara is trying to hide something isn't she?

Now, Indonesian Media malu sendiri. Rakyat Indonesia juga kini malu sendiri setelah puas mengutuk Malaysia sewenang2nya.

This is just about some people getting married. Manohara may want to kikis duit Tengku Fakhry only.

Saya?

Only god knows the truth.

Labels: emotional, international issues, International Relation

It seems like everyone is into photography right now. I have a nephew from far cousin who has just started working, who also just bought a Sony DSLR (which was not so wise decision though).

He also has a younger brother, who had just finished schooling with quite a knowledge of photography. As yesterday I was attending a relative's wedding in Kota Tinggi Johor, I met with these people and amazed with their interest.

It seems like DSLR is no longer being alienated like last time. Gadget people look at it as a necessity. With the latest development of which the Camera manufacturers started to release cheap cameras, everyone may now claim themselves a photography photographers.

And these people started to sell their services cheaply.

And for some people, who will just say yes for as long as they can have a set of pictures for their wedding, they will sign up the cheap photography package with these people.

Even though these people have less or very minimal knowledge on the wedding photography, given Adobe photoshop and all those tools, they're now a wedding photographer already.

Photographers like me will lose so many jobs, but it's okay. I'm fine with that but price would not lie to you. You'll be getting what you're paying.

And I've heard some elder photographers was complaining about other Top photographers who were charging so much but their picture is not that favourable to him.

Photography likings is very personal. As for myself, I'd prefer pictures with the elements that strengthen the image. There are so many, but as long s the picture is fine, nice to the eyes and very the soothing, it's acceptable and as long as the Art value is there, it's still a nice image.

People always asked me about editing. I always tell them, editing is not necessary if you've already a very good job with your camera. Sharpening is not needed as blur will also gives you some sense of art if it was done tactically.

First things first, if you really into photography, the easiest way to learn is to look in the forums. Or buy books.

But camera techniques, is something you have to learn in person. You can either go to Nikonian Academy or any personal photographers for it; given if you're lucky enough.

Good, nice & friendly forum would be photomalaysia.com but less good pictures there. Shutterasia would be flooded with a lot of nice and pro-looking images but beware of the people; they're not so friendly especially the moderators!

Well, photography is still, very abstract! It lies in the eye of the beholder.

Labels: Personal, photography

This article was actually being forwarded to my email and the email sender asked me to actually forward it back to my friends. Instead, I'm just gonna post it here.

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Two Choices

What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never Be forgotten by all who attended.. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.

Where is the natural order of things in my son?'

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story:

Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,

'Do you think they'll let me play?'

I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said,

'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.

Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.

The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.

As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.

Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling,

'Shay, run to first!

'Run to first!'

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.

He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled,

'Run to second, run to second!'

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.

B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming,

'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted,

'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming,

'Shay, run home! Run home!'

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team

'That day',

said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,

'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

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AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:

We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.

The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.

We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.'

So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:

Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.

You now have two choices:

1. Delete

2. Forward

May your day, be a Shay Day.

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A recent study shows that polystyrene, the material that has been for so long, used to pack our food contains elements that is cancerous to our body.

If this is true, why don't these researchs been extended and told to everyone in this world. Polystyrene is one hell solution for a cheap food packaging solution.

I came across an article, a few days back and looking at the statistic of cancer cases all around the world, specifically all around myself, is intriguingly terrifying. Day by day, more people will die of cancer. It seems like there's no solution for this widespread disease.

This, has may become the cause of all this while, cancer. My mom once said that, last time, there was not as much cancer cases as we heard today, as during the time of our ancestors, nobody got cancer at all.

Polystyrene was introduced as the solution for food packaging, not so long ago. And since then, nobody would thought that it is cancerous.

It is time for you to make a positive move from using the polystyrene packs to something else.

Nothing is safe now. Be careful.

Labels: food, health

When I was in Kelantan, (1-3 May), I went to Friday Prayer in one of the mosque in Kota Bharu. I did my prayer and at the moment I stepped my foot off the mosque, I saw this printed article (anonymously written) talking about the losses of Barisan Nasional in the 2 Bukits (Bukit Gantang & Selambau)

I'm not gonna side to either BN or BA on this matter but, it is mentioned that the greater loss of BN may have caused by the appearance of Dr. Mahathir.

It's maybe true or neither, but as for me there are other reasons that leads to such a victory for BA in those 2 small elections.

1. We have to remember that the nation has yet recovered from the anger caused by the crowning of the ex-DPM son in law as the Ketua Pemuda UMNO.

2. Nasty and hasty ways of BN taking over Perak from the BA govt.

3. I bet not less than quarter population of Malaysia may not be happy with Najib as the Prime Minister, due to his history of so many things.

4. There are supporters of the former PM (AAB) who hated Najib for becoming the cause of why Team B (Lead by Kuli and Musa Hitam) lost their way up to the crown (remember AAB was in the TEAM B when later he appealed to get back in UMNO after a while and Mahathir took him back in the Govt, isn't that very nice of Dr. Mahathir?), just because Najib reveals his last minute supports towards the Team A (lead by Dr. Mahathir) during the Internal Pemilihan UMNO, back in 1987/1988.

5. The Non-Malays has lost their confident in BN as the equality issues had been raised vaguely.

6. It's clear that, most people (even myself) prefer to be in Kelantan rather than any other states where the police are not the gangsters.

It doesn't have to be true, just my 5 sen opinionated observation.

TQ

-Izham-

Labels: Politics

I was supposed to go to the cinema last Wednesday night, but since I arrived home early I decided to go jogging.

I went completely exhausted after jogging. My heart beat was faster than the beat of the triple pedal drums.

I decided not to go to the cinema as I wasn't able even to stand still. It was about 10PM when I was browsing through the channels on astro, I heard Irish english and I stopped to take a look.

The info page was telling that it is the movie Once. As I was always amazed by the Brit/Scotts/Irish english, this may be just another ear-sweetener as I need something to waste my time while waiting to go to sleep.

Ai first I thought it's just another chicky movie.

I end up watching the whole full movie. It was a musical + romance movie, of which not so musical and not so romance. You know what I mean.

I strongly suggest people to watch this movie. The song Falling Slowly is an award winning song, written & performed by the main cast himself, Glen Hansard, who happened to be not an actor. Same goes to the heroine, of which both of the main cast are the real musician.

And this is amongst the cheapest movie ever produced but with a very deep impact.

Search in wikipedia for movie once and you'll find a hell lot of surprises.

Labels: Movie

Kita semua tau, masalah terbesar di jamban ialah orang tak flush selepas pakai jamban. Maksud pakai tu bukanlah pakai macam pakai seluar, tapi macam kencing ke berak ke... Oleh kerana masalah itu, muncul lah ciptaan jamban flush sendiri yang menggunakan sensor. Kalau ada yang kencing tak flush pun dia akan flush sendiri. Bagus jugak kan? Sepatutnyalah....

Last weekend, saya balik ke JB sekejap, saja jalan-jalan get away from home. Hari Ahad, sempatlah saya ke City Square sekejap. Ingat KL aje ke yang ada City Square? Johor pun ada ma!! Lagi meriah! Ada cinema lagi.

Tapi masa kat sana, tiba2 saya sakit perut yang memulas2. Rasanya kena ke tandas ni. Masuklah satu tandas ni bayar 30 sen sahaja. Oklah. Masuk2 aje ada tandas menyangkung (biasalah orang kampung mesti nak berak sambil menyangkung kan?) yang kosong so saya pun masuklah.

Masuk2 aja dia flush! Ada automatic flush rupanya... Hehehe.. Baguslah at least tak perlulah saya nak siram air supaya tahi tu tak melekat nanti.. Nantikan, laju je tahi tu turun ke dalam lubang tu nanti.

Bukak seluar, saya pun menyangkunglah tunggu tahi tu datang. Masa tu sure la tak boleh duduk diam kan, kejap ke kiri kejap ke kanan supaya perut kita selesa.

Dalam masa gerak2 tu dia flush lagi. Gerak lagi flush lagi. Gerak lagi flush lagi. Eh. Asyik flush je benda ni. Rosak ke? Jenuh dia flush jamban tu. Tahi pun tak keluar lagi ni. Sensitif betul sensor flush tu. Gerak kepala dalam 2-3 CM pun dia dah flush. Tak ke membazir bil air dan bil api tu nanti? Tak cukup 30 sen tu rasanya.

Dalam lebih kurang 20 kali dia asyik flush aje (saya kira tau), yang ditunggu2 pun dah tiba. Saya sungguh concentrate masa tu tak gerak2 supaya tak diganggu dek flush tu. Nanti hilang fokus. Tak best.

*PooP*

Punyalah sedap melepas. Lama betul dia nak keluar. Mesti panjang giler ni. Saya pun agak penasaran nak melihat panjang mana atau besar mana tahi yang keluar sampai perut saya sakit yang amat2 sangat. Bila saya tunduk aje ke bawah...

*FLUSH*

Kurang ajar!!!! Tak sempat nak tengok!

* siap masa dah nak keluar pun dia sempat flush seround lagi...

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