THE HEAT IS ON

Its election fever again. There, here and every where, posters , banners and slogan of all political parties are every where. This is the time where all the politicians would be down to earth, coming back to the rakyat and starts promising heaven! I remember, my chilhood days, where touching the PAS flag is a "sin", left alone to take it home. Dont blame them, my beloved parents, as they were the stauch supporters of the ruling party. They grew up with the party and it was just normal for them to be so fanatic about it.
Now the fever is back. The heat is on. Every where, you could see nothing but posters. My idol, Ustaz Haron is back on the track. God willing, insya Allah, victory would be his. Takbir! Allah hu Akbar!

Fated,bloody mat Pit, GP oh GP

Last Saturday, I went to Putra Perdana. Havent been there for so long. Too disheartening to see the apartment without electricity supply after Mat Dadah (bloody Mat Pit) cut away the cables. Went there with Razak after my neighbour, Siva called, saying that the house break in happened again. This time the aluminium window panels were stolen. True enough. When I arrived, the house was in a mess. Few widows were missing. Screws, rubbers and glasses were strewn all over.The bloody Mat Pit entered through the roof. Few houses suffered the same fate.

With Razak, I started fixing the temporary grill, just to stop Mat Pit from entering. I knew they could strike again through the house, if they want to. I am just making it thougher. On the door, I put up a notice, pleading them from further damaging the house. Could they listen? I hope they could....
We were about to complete the simple job when suddently a crazy idea struck. I decided to put back the glass panel without the frame!!!!!! The ever obliging Razak just followed. When I was fixing one of the glass panel, it tilted outward due to weight. Tried to balance it BUT ...crack,,,, BBBRRRRRRRRAAAANGGG it broke into two and the bigger top half went down flying to the ground floor (from fifth floor). It hit a motor bike and broken to pieces....Razak shouted saying that I got a cut on my hand.When I looked at it...YA Allah....my left little finger got slashed by the broken glass....blood was oozing out heavily, wetting my jeans and shirt. My T shirt was soaking wet! Razak panic as I was in pain. We ran down to the ground floor, got into the car and rushed to NOWHERE as we did not know the clinic/hospital. Blood was gushing out, bleeding heavily. Razak managed to fine a clinic and the GP, admitting she couldnt do well, stiched my little finger hastily . Pain and pain and pain..........

We rushed back to the house, Razak completed the job and we left home. The whole Saturday and Sunday were spoilt. Monday, went to see Dr Ranjit the specialist. He advised me to go through a surgery as the GP did a lousy job! Tuesday I was wheeled into the OT. Alone, no one with me. When the nurse asked, whether any one accompanied me, I responded negatively. I felt so alone and lonely then. In the OT I was sedated...and opearated. When I woke up, it was done. The nurse woke me up. It was in the evening...feeling drowsy, a staff fetched me and sent me home..

Given 4 days medical leave and now I am at home..bogging.
To Mat Pit...you will receive yours one day, if not here, in this world, in the the life after death!

UNITEN's Pak Guard!!!!

UNITEN’S PAK GUARD


If you are very familiar with UNITEN then you must have observed the glaring differences between then and now-security services. Those days the security services is taken cared by TNB own Benteng Utama staff. Now, for reasons best known to the management, this service is outsource to the private company. I don’t intend to commend the services of the two, the Benteng Utama and the Outsourced. Rather I would like to touch on the current pathetic service by the private firm.
Wonder how this firm won the contract. If you drive through the main entrance you would not miss the guards seated lazily among them , or sometimes alone as though their butts are gummed to the seats. If they know some one big is coming, then only then started doing things implying that they are working as expected. This is in comparison WORLD APART compared to MMU securities. Every car entering and leaving the campus will have to let the car scrutinized for inspection. I wonder why the guards at UNITEN are employed if their presence are purely to occupy space!
Now in the name of modernisation at the entrance is installed the auto bar which open and close remotely or after identifying one’s ID. Great! But only the idea. For staff and students of Uniten , they have to touch the ID card in order to get in and out of campus. For visitor like me, I have to stop for the guard to lift the bar automatically. Well, so doing even get the guards to get fed up. Eventually creativity creeps in. Many a time one will not miss to see the bar being TIED to the grill by a raffia rope! Why? Pak Guard dah malas nak tekan remote control gamak nye.
I am perplexed with this situation. Why do we need these half past six security men? They have no self pride in their job and take up this job as this is the one and only available t them, I guess
One day after tennis I was riding home on my VIRAGO. The bar was closed. I approached. The guard pointed to the side lane which was meant for motorbikes. The small lane is blocked by two cones with a small bar on top of them. Kapcais (sorry err mat motor) could go through , through a bit of squezzing. The not so clever guard expected me to do same. OK FINE! Expect me to use the lane, yes but expect me to squeeze through , NO! Headed towards the two cones, increase the speed, rev the engines and vvvvRRRRRRROOOMMMMMM I blasted through , hammering the small tine bar and the two cones, leaving them all scattered all over . I picked up speed and vrrooooommmmm home. Of course I never bother to see what happened behind me or what the guard was actually doing there after. Good right? At least the guard learn to do new things that day .....