MY HORRIFYING EXPERIENCE - the completed version

At dinner tonight, I had the chance to bersembang-sembang with my brother Firdaus and sister-in-law Ayati (Anis' parents).

Firdaus was telling us about the accident which occurred at dawn this morning on his way to work. He worked at an oil and gas fabrication company at Pasir Gudang, so he used the same route i.e Pasir Gudang Highway. That highway is known to be a very dangerous one because it is a main route for all the trailers and lorries to the Port Of Pasir Gudang. Since he worked there, he has witnessed road accidents which claimed the life of 20 people separately.

According to Fir, the accident this morning involved a motorcyclist and a vegetable lorry. The authorities were not there yet and he could see the body of the unfortunate man covered with newspapers while his motorcycle was badly crushed.

That reminded me of my own horrifying experience last week as I was driving back to JB from KL after taking my stuffs in KL.

I was driving alone, and it was nearly 1.00 a.m. in the morning of May 31, 2006. The location was at the KL-JB highway, southbound, and I just passed Seremban, heading towards Melaka. Frankly, Alhamdulillah, so far I have no problems whatsoever driving alone, and at night, even at 1.00 a.m. Alhamdulillah I jarang sekali rasa mengantuk bila drive long-distance. But really, this does not mean I can bersenang-senang hati driving.

That night there were mostly lorries and express buses.. and their driving was what I classify as Recklessly Life-Threatening.

As I was driving at this one corner at 80-100 kmph (which is quite slow, actually given that this is a highway), secara tiba-tiba, there was one long trailer tiba-tiba drive masuk ke jalan daripada tepi jalan. Probably the driver was resting, and was about to resume driving. Tau sajalah, trailer... bila baru masuk ke jalan raya.. really, really slow, macam semut sakit kaki! And I really had to brake like mad... even though my speed was really that slow (80-100kmph) and managed to stop barely 2-3 inches from that damn trailer!!!!!!!!! That was not all, my friend, that was not all. From my rearview mirror, I saw the front lights of a bus, semakin lama semakin besar heading straightly towards my car... which only meant the bus was REALLY laju!!!!! So I did the only thing I could think of, I pulled my car to the left side of the road (emergency lane), and in short seconds the bus arrived exactly at the spot where my car was a few seconds ago...but it was still moving and out of a sudden the bus driver had to pull the bus to the right lane of the road.. and , LUCKILY THERE WAS NO OTHER VEHICLE COMING FROM BEHIND!!!!!!!

I was totally dumbstruck and shocked for the next few seconds. When I recovered, I drove behind the truck for the next few minutes and guess what??? I tekan my hon panjang-panjang dan berkali-kali. I did not cry whatsoever, did not feel upset in the least. All I was feeling was anger, extreme annoyance and hatred. So mad was I that I had forgotten to make the approrpriate thing, that is, to dial the number shown at the back of any commercial transport should they drive recklessly. And when I overtook the trailer, I deliberately drove slowly when I passed the driver. I glared at him but that moron never looked at me and pretended that nothing happened. Only God knows how much cursing I have generously thrown to the driver in my heart!!!!

Yes, so you have to drive at night, and you do have mouths to feed at home. But who gives you the licence to risk the life of others and to drive RECKLESSLY and endangering people in the course of "mencari rezeki"????? What, you think other people do not have family???????? How could you feed your children, when the money is obtained by having people killed tragically by your own recklessness?

I swear, if I were killed that night (Na'uuzubillahiminzaaliq), jika diizinkan Allah, my own spirit or hantu whatsoever will go and find that driver and I will find him and throw him and his truck in the deepest of the jurang at the highway in between Pagoh and Yong Peng! Please do not say I am cruel because Dear God, his recklessness took my life!

And I was even madder tonight when Fir told me that he had encountered a pretty similar experience a few years back at Pedas-Linggi, on that JB-KL Highway, northbound, on his way to Shah Alam. A huge lorry was trying to move into the right lane but when Fir flashed the headlight, the driver immediately pulled the lorry back into the left lane.. So Fir went ahead and overtook the lorry.. just as he was about to pass the lorry, the lorry driver drove into the right lane when Fir's car was exactly next to the lorry. On impulse, he immediately drove his car to his right side.. guess what? The car went straight into the pokok-pokok bunga perhiasan which served the purpose of a divider of the highway. I do not want to imagine what would happen if it was not pokok-pokok bunga and was actually a concrete divider... GOD FORBID! Habis semua pokok bunga patah riuk, because he was actually driving my father's Volvo, the one that is really fast and panjang lebar, so it really swept off all the pokok-pokok... itu nasib baik tak terbabas ke the other side of the highway where cars were coming from the opposite direction!!!

At first he was panicked, as he put it.."tangan menggigil, nak masuk gear pun tak boleh"... When he recovered, he quickly chased the lorry. Bila dah jumpa lorry tu, sengaja he drove next to the lorry and shouted ""Words Of Appreciation"" to the driver. Either the driver was drunk or sleepy, but one thing for sure - he was reckless and careless. Yeah, I guess it was not very nice for us to do that to the drivers, but hey, bila nyawa dah terancam, agak susah untuk bersabar, lebih-lebih lagi akibat perbuatan yang cuai, lalai dan tak langsung bertimbangrasa. I guess we, the real descendants of Laksamana Bentan memang tak boleh diusik agaknya. We are by nature ordinary people who live ordinary life. We believe in living fairly, honestly and in harmony. It is not in our nature to cause any harm to others. But please do not touch our family, friends or relatives for no apparent reason. We could 'melenting' like mad.

Note :

1. I thank Allah endlessly for saving me on that horrifying night, and for keeping me calm and not panicking, hence I was able to think quickly and sensibly.

2. Lessons learned : BE ALERT ALL THE TIME WHEN DRIVING, DAY OR NIGHT.

: The rearview and side mirrors are invented for a very important purpose.

: BE EXTRA CAREFUL WHEN DRIVING UP OR DOWN A STEEP HILL.

You can never predict what's waiting for you!

: When driving at night, do not switch on the radio loudly, because you will

not be able to stay fully alert this way.

: Do not take things for granted and do not think other drivers are as careful

and mindful as you are.

: TRY TO BE IN CONTROL ALL THE TIME BECAUSE THIS WILL ENABLE

YOU TO THINK RATIONALLY AND HENCE, MAKE SOUND JUDGEMENT

AND DECISIONS.

3. I really have high regards for lorry drivers who made safety their number one priority. These kind of drivers made full use of the R & R place - they took quick showers to refresh themselves, took a nap or even sleep when they know that they are tired and are not able to be alert, or even take the trouble to stop and get a cup of strong coffee to remain alert. These people are the real human beings, who are not selfish, who really use their brain. They are well-informed, and bertimbangrasa and berperikemanusiaan. Semoga Allah memberkati rezeki yang mereka perolehi dan memurahkan rezeki mereka.

4. A lot of things could happen to me that night:

A - I did not see the trailer that appeared out of no where.

B - I did not manage to brake my car.

C - I did not see the express bus coming behind me.

D - I panicked and did not know what to do.

E - I did not manage to pull my car to the emergency lane.

F - The bus did not manage to brake on time.

G - The bus did not manage to divert itself to the right lane.

H - There was a vehicle coming from behind the minute the bus turned into the right lane.

I - There was a car at the emergency lane the moment I had to pull into it.

Ya Allah, kecutnya perut mengenangkan the impact. Imagine the explosion... kalaupun it's between the bus and the trailer, pastinya I terpaksa menyaksikannya, mau tak mau. Or... kalau tak sempat masuk ke Emergency Lane.. mau jadi sandwich.. Na'uuzubillah....

5. To all my friends, please do remember to recite this before you begin your journey.

Ayatul Kursi,

Du'a Menaiki Kenderaan Darat:

Maha Suci Allah yang memudahkan ini (perjalanan @ kenderaan) bagi kami (1) Dan

tiadalah kuasa kami mempergunakannya tanpa kurnia dari Engaku (2) Sesungguhnya kami

akan kembali kepada Tuhan Kami (3).

then,

BismillahitawakkaltualAllahuwalahaulawalaquwataillabillahil'aliyilazim.

6. Semoga kita semua dipelihara Allah dalam segala keadaan. Semoga selamat sentiasa dan dilindungi daripada kecuaian diri sendiri dan insan lain. Amin.

To My Special Someone

Assalamualaikum, this is from Johor Bahru City. From this moment onwards I am officially relocated to this city until year end, Insya Allah.

This song is the favourite song of my very special someone who is currently in KL and is working with our national airline. It is also one of my favourites.

If You're Not The One (Daniel Bedingfield)

If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all

I never know what the future brings
But I know you are here with me now
We’ll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with

I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don’t need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you’re not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you’re not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?

I don’t know why you’re so far away
But I know that this much is true
We’ll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you’re the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life

I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

‘Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
‘Cause I love you, whether it’s wrong or right
And though I can’t be with you tonight
And know my heart is by your side

I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I could stay in your arms?

May this distance makes us stronger, tougher and closer than ever. May Allah bless us in whatever we are doing, May He protect us, May He blessed our relationship. And May Allah protect our family, beloved friends and their family, our relatives, our pets, and all Muslimin and Muslimah worlide. Amin.

A Little Bit More

More Photos of RMJ and family members

At the State Banquet in conjunction with the Birthday of DYMM Sultan Johor





DYMM Sultan Iskandar, DYAM Tunku Ibrahim Ismail and DYAM Tunku Ismail Ibrahim

DYMM Sultan Iskandar with DYAM Tunku Ismail

DYMM Sultan Iskandar with YM Tunku Iman, YM Tunku Jalil and YM Tunku Idris, the brothers of DYAM Tunku Ismail.

DYAM Tunku Ismail with YAM Raja Zarith Sofiah and DYTM Tunku Azizah

DYAM Tunku Ismail Ibrahim, The Raja Muda Johor

DYAM Tunku Ismail Idris Abdul Majid Abu Bakar Iskandar Ibni Tunku Ibrahim Ismail has been appointed Raja Muda Johor on April 8, 2006 in conjunction with Sultan Johor, Sultan Iskandar's birthday in a ceremony at the Istana Besar Johor in Johor Bahru. He was also conferred the Darjah Kerabat Johor Yang Amat Dihormati Pangkat Kedua (DKII).

Tunku Ismail was born on June 30, 1984, and is the eldest prince of Tunku Mahkota Johor Tunku Ibrahim Ismail and his consort Raja Zarith Sofiah Sultan Idris Shah.

He received his early education in Sekolah Sri Utama and SRK St Joseph in Johor Bahru and subsequently received secondary education at the Australian International School Singapore and in 1999, pursued his studies at Hale School, in Perth, Australia, until 2002.

In July 2003, he followed in his grandfather's and father’s footsteps in undergoing training at the Indian Military Academy in Dehradun, India. Tunku Ismail Ibrahim was given the rank of a Lieutenant in December 2004 and was absorbed into the Indian Army as an officer in the Regiment 61st Cavalry in Jaipur, and is still serving in the Indian Army. Tunku Ismail Ibrahim, a skilful horse rider and polo player, was bestowed the “Best In Riding” award among cadets for year 2003-2004. He was also the polo player for his regiment and has won many trophies.

With DYMM Sultan Iskandar during the ceremony.

With DYAM Tunku Mahkota Johor, Tunku Ibrahim Ismail after the ceremony.

From left, Tunku Puteri Johor Tunku Kamariah, Tengku Puan Pahang Tunku Azizah, Tunku Bendahara Johor Tunku Abdul Majid and Raja Muda Johor Tunku Ismail.

From left Tunku Aminah, Tunku Ismail, Tunku Jalil and Tunku Idris.

With the Tunku Mahkota at the Jamuan Teh Istana on the same day.

With the Tunku Mahkota at the Jamuan Teh Istana on the same day.

Tunku Ismail with Tunku Mahkota Johor and Tunku Abu Bakar (Bubu) with the Johoreans.

Raja Zarith Sofiah and Tunku Azizah with the young Johoreans.

A Note From Me

Dear Beloved Friends,

The post on The Raja Muda Johor Tunku Ismail and The Members of The Family of the Tunku Mahkota Johor is done at the request of my friends from other states who are very interested to know about the newly appointed Raja Muda and his family. I would do the part on the Johor Royal Family another time, as I do not possess enough materials at present. I hope all these are informative.

Bye For Now.



* Myself at my Grandmother's holding one of her cats. Age : Cannot remember.

Forensic Analysis On Danga Bay, Johor Bahru -

(Moved by author)

My Laksamana

I am back. Have been dealing with some matters that requires a lot of my attention. And I am with Anis almost everyday. I told her Mama, to train Anis to be fluent in both Malay and English. I feel it is very important for someone not only to be fluent in both Malay and English, but also to speak properly and politely as well. And, yes, to be able to write properly too.

Being an avid reader, I always find something to read. Recently I have finished two books by Ramlee Awang Murshid. They are Rahsia Perindu and Bagaikan Puteri. Now I have found a book on personality disorder being written as a story! Congratulations to Ramlee Awang Murshid for his great work and thorough research. And... I strongly recommend Bagaikan Puteri to my friends yang sedang tercari-cari buku apa yang menarik..I hereby declare my love and devotion to Saifudin @ Laksamana Sunan.

"Kita sungguh kagum dengan Laksamana Sunan. Alangkah indahnya kalau kita dapat berada di zaman Laksamana "

Down The Memory Lane

Can't remember the exact name of this place. But it's still in the County of Hampshire. Taken from a hilltop, breathtaking views.

On the right is the photo of famous lady golfers at the Southampton PGA Tournament. Yeah, right. It was a golf course nearby the beautiful riverside, behind our Halls Of Residence. This was during Summer 98, a very hot weather it was, we went out looking for ice-cream. Guess, which one of these is actually the Spectacular Golfer? Hehehe.

Stonehenge. Not so clear, though. Taken at dusk. Very Unique.

This is The Needles, Isle of Wight. 45 minutes by ferry from the City Of Southampton. First visited this Island when I was 6, and re-visited it at the age 23. I love Isle Of Wight. If ever, one day I go missing, Isle Of Wight is one of the places my family should consider to look for me.

I love England. After Malaysia, of course. Have known England since my kindergarten days. Was going through my old stuffs in my bedroom earlier on. Found some photos of England views. I especially love the countrysides. There, you could find many shades of green. And yes, definitely island, beaches and seasides. Pleasant viewing, dearest friends.

Welcome, My Beloved Niece

Syukur, Alhamdulillah. My very first beloved niece, Anis Farissa binti Mohd. Firdaus was born on April 12, 2006 at 8:59 p.m. in Sultan Abdul Samad Johor Specialist, Johor Bahru. It was a normal birth, both mother and child in excellent conditions.

Anis is such a cute baby with a combination of her Daddy's and Mommy's looks. She has got her mother's nose. My brother recited the Iqamah in the ears of his newborn daughter. My parents were very thrilled. Both of them made endless phone calls to announce the arrival of Anis to our relatives.

Anis is the first child of my brother, Firdaus. Firdaus and Ayati tied the knot on June 5, 2005.

The name Anis Farissa was chosen in combination of the first letter of both her parents, A and F. Anis means someone who is very comforting while Farissa means loyal.

Firdaus was by Ayati's side the entire time while my mother and me waited outside the labor room. My father was in the visitor's room. Later, after Anis has been born, my other three siblings joined us in the hospital. It was Lin who fetched Mas at UTM and Faiz at home and drove them to the hospital. All three stood outside the nursery for a very long time staring at their cute and adorable niece.

It was a memorable night for our family. I am so proud of Firdaus for his love and loyalty to his wife. He stayed by her side all the time. And I am so proud of Yati for her courage, strength and sacrifice. We stayed until midnight, all five of us to accompany Yati while waiting for our mother to return. She went back to take a few more things and perform her Isyaa'. She stayed the night at the hospital with Yati.

Congratulations to Firdaus and Ayati.

Welcome, Dearest Anis, from your Spectacular Aunt. Also from Auntie Lin, Auntie Mas and Uncle Faiz.

Of Stewardesses

Just finished reading this book. Love the terms, love the tempo, and love the book! Highly recommended.

I came to know about this book in March when the author was invited to share her experiences in a popular radio station. This book was already a bestseller at that time. I thought of getting this book at the International Book Fair at PWTC but couldn't find it.

At the age of six, I have already flewn to overseas to visit aunts and uncles studying there. It was then that I became fascinated by the profession of a stewardess. I especially like their appearances. Extremely neat and fresh-looking all the time! Once I voiced my intention of becoming an air-stewardess to my parents but they were totally against it. But while there are pro and cons, I believe it depends entirely on a person's integrity and professionalism. Still I admire them greatly.

I am in complete agreement with Yvonne in saying that it is more than just serving F & B or welcoming passengers on board. They have to know and deal with so much things at 35000 feet and yet they still must retain their charm and composure.

Congratulations to Yvonne Lee. Really looking forward to her next book.

P/S : Is it fate or a pure coincidence that Faizal's wife happened to be an ex-stewardess?

Two of My Cats

These are the pictures of two of my cats, Bozo and Bobo. The left passport close-up photo is Bozo and the right full body photo is Bobo. Bozo has the prettiest color while Bobo is the cleanest. I did not manage to capture the photo of Bono, a more reserved one. All three are the 'abang' of the little Rudin who is still missing and believed to be with a new family. I really hope Rudin is safe somewhere and would return home.

Earlier today, both Bono and Bozo seen Bubu The Rabbit for the very fist time. Both took a predator's aim to Bubu who was inside his little cage. Terrified, I took Bubu inside and went to get a glass of water in the kitchen, only to find Bozo dived straight from the window heading towards the cage. I chased Bozo away and slammed the window shut.

According to Faiz, these cats are just jealous. They were like that when their mother Bochee had little kittens last time.

Pets pun tau jealous.. susah lah ini macam!

A Special Dedication

April 6, 2006

Today is a very special day to me. For it is the birthday of my sisters, Lin and Mas.

Twins? No. Lin was born on April 6, 1982 while Mas on April 6, 1986.

They do not even look alike but many people described them as twins, because sometimes they act like one. They are so close, and kalau ada rahsia or anything, always berbisik bisik sesama sendiri.

They always follow my parents to weddings, that is, if Mas is around. She is still studying at UTM.

If my Mom went for holidays, she always bought something for us. And for the girls, my Mom selalunya akan beli something equally nice, but not exactly alike for them. Maybe some batik silk in different colors but similar motives or patterns. Or bracelets or necklaces. Mas prefers darker colors, like deep blue or black, which my Mom can never understand. Mom always complained, kenapa muda muda suka warna warna gelap? My Mom herself loves to dress up, and she herself likes bright, cheerful tones. Lin is more like her in taste and color. Major dislike : Ayam.

I would say Lin has great taste in clothes and fashion. She is sweet natured too. Ramai kawan dan ramai admirers, and she always treat them nicely. Very understanding and kind-hearted too. Has a rabbit soft-toy which she always hug when she is sleeping. She named the rabbit "Rabbit Anastasia Nemo Jazeera". Selalu buat puppet shows using the rabbit and she's quite good at it. Siap ada special voice for that rabbit. Since she love kids, I always encouraged her to create her version of stories about her rabbit. Kids love her too. She loves to read, and always read my books. She just finished her American Degree, a twinning programme with Excelsior College, New York. She graduated with good results, and her favourite subjects were Psychology, Sociology and History.

Mas? An entirely different story. She loves reading too, but her choice of books are rather pelik. Last time she was reading about Hitler, Biscmark, Mussolini and Stalin. Serious reading, though. I found a very thick book on Hitler on her bed. She even got a giftwrapper with Hitler's face printed on it. Nak jadi apa pun tak taulah. Oh, and she collects many giftwrappers too. She also likes to watch and read about the X-Files. Spent a lot to get X-Files, Scrubs and CSI DVDs. Have great sense of humour when the mood is there, but most of the time she is always blur. Her nickname in college is Blurry. Initially she wanted to major in Forensic and Pathology. My Dad was kind of hoping that she would do Medicine. Then she has this interest on Biotechnology. And now she is doing Civil Engineering. Used to like F1 so much but no longer since Mika Hakkinen retired. That left her brokenhearted with F1. Major dislike : Mancis.

To my darling sisters, Happy Birthday to both of you. May Allah bless you and grant you happiness all the time. May all your wishes come true. I will always be there for you. You are so wonderful and special. I love you both.

I'm Too Sexy

This morning as I was driving to office, I heard this song, I'm Too Sexy by Right Said Fred, played at one of the radio stations. Back in 1992, this one used to be my favourite. What's more that was the time of my 'zaman kegemilangan'. Sweet 17 hehehe. Perasan model lah konon-konon. So there were times when my friends and me did some catwalk when this song was played. Teruk kan? But those were happy times.. young and vibrant.. happy 24 hours.

I dedicate this song to all ladies with the message.. being sexy is not easy, still somebody has got to do the job.. all ladies deserve to be sexy, though.. it's our privilege!

Provided, bertempat lah kan.. i.e. as a wife.. it's good to be sexy for the husband.. and so on.

Enjoy the song.. my own version.. with regards to this blog hehehe.

I'm Too Sexy

I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me

I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my
'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me

And I'm too sexy for Faizal.

O Faizal, Where Art Thou?

It has been quite some time since I last talked about Faizal. Back in 2001, after he disappeared for two months, that was, after his sudden unexplainable anger in September that year, he reappeared again in November.

If I remember correctly, I sent a text to greet him of the coming fasting month. The reply was a brief 'thank you and same to you'. That surprised me because I did not expect a reply.

Then there was a series of short sms-es, and in December, I greeted him for Christmas, and he replied. Not that I celebrated Christmas, though, but living abroad has made me include Christmas as one of the celebrations in my life. My friends there always include me in their Christmas Eve dinner, taking the trouble to use halal ingredients obtained from the International Shop ran by muslim Arabian owner. I used to help them to prepare something, like preparing the vege dish, or side-dish for the dinner. It was an enjoyable time, and I still miss England now, especially during Christmas time. I am a devoted Muslim, so my joining my friends for the dinner is more to honoring invitations, nothing to do with beliefs and religion.

I do not drink, nor do I smoke. Not prejudice to those who do, but, just sorry to see people shortening their life-span.

In January 2002, things were going on well between me and Faizal. He was friendly again, and even so I found it hard to believe. I was being extra careful with what I said and tried not to do things that he did not like. You see, until now I don't even know why he was mad at that time. Sometimes I do think that nothing about that man makes sense.

I started another blog, named Jedi Archive, the web address being http://textarchive.blogspot.com. This blog displays almost all of his sms-es to me. You may wonder why I do such thing. You can find the reason in that blog.

Frankly I do not know what he is like in the corporate circle. But as a man, you could say that he is remarkable and to a certain degree, a gentleman. Credits should be given to his parents for bringing up such a fine man - again, to a certain degree.

There were times when he went jogging on Sundays.. tak tau lah apasal... tapi tiba tiba nanti dia kata dia nak pergi jogging. So okaylah, pergilah. It's not like I can join him pun. Tak taulah kat mana dia pergi, but I was thinking lucky nya girls kat sana. I would be lucky to find man like that in the area where I always jog in JB. Pacik-pacik tua ramailah. Those retired government Dato', no doubt. Because the area where I live in JB mostly comprises of top state government officials private residences. The best part was, along with the pacik, sometimes ada mak datin tercungap cungap tagging along. hehehehehehe. Probably for security purposes, or mayyybe mak datin pun nak keep fit. Also for security purposes, if you get what I mean.

I do miss chatting with him. Would give anything to have him back on air.

O, Faizal Where Art Thou?