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Its been a very long long time since I went for a break. Since CNY, never really went for any holiday. Looking forward to Sunday nite so much as it is the first time I’m going away for a trip after so many months. Well, I’m going away for 3 days for a short trip with just my homies. Three of them are getting married in the next 3 months. Three of them. This will be considered an all-in-one bachelor party for them. Seperate party for each person will cost an A-bomb.

At the mid of next month is when the real holidays start. Yaaaahhhhooooo !! 3 weeks away from KL traffic jam life. Man, I just can’t imagine I’m gonna set my foot on the soil of Germany. Hopefully, I can get some free internet connection along the way there in Europe.

I have not been writing much post…. been doing some readup about places I’m going. Me and my my szer need a holiday.

I got this from a forwarded email. It reads:-

The following items have been recalled due to China ’s milk situation.

This is real. *

If you have any of these items in your house, don’t eat them.

Hi there, been sometime since I last posted anything. Firstly, congrats to Sean who signed the papers last week at Putrajaya. No photo is available for the use of this post.

The past 2 weeks been rather dramatic in the country’s political scene.

Ponder this – nothing happen to the stupid person who inflicted racial tension but the journalist who reported the event was detained for 18 hours under the ISA. Now, where the fuck is justice? Where the fuck is it?

Oasis’ new album will be coming out next month.

Well, my insurance agent called yesterday to inform me that the cheque was in his hand. Cheque?! Yaaahooooooo !! It was 4-digit figure on it. Ok… that was the payment for the claim for my accident last year. The weekly indemnity benefit to ease my loss of income for the days I was on medical leave.

I was too happy as I thought the claim will be repudiated as the doctor commented in the medical report that I was under the influence of alcohol when I fell on the road and hurt my jaw. The doctor did the right thing by telling the truth. Anyhow, I bank in the cheque and the rest is history. Money came just right on time. I’m going holiday next month.

But talking about claims, I was supposed to go Solo, Indonesia with my dearest in early September last year as we’ve book the air asia flight. The accident happened to me on the last week of August, forcing the trip to be cancelled as I was not able to open my mouth, let alone climbing the steps of Borobodur. I totally forgotten about the insurance bought and thought everything was wasted. I was not aware of the cancellation section of the travel policy until recently (who will really read the insurance policy?). Man, they are liable to pay had I made a claim for cancellation of the trip due to serious accidental bodily injury not anticipated during the time of purchase of the air ticket.

Alright…. I’m not writing a post criticising the religion. Its just that something I saw today I wanted to share. Ok. It was lunch time today and while I was coming out of Crowne Plaza after visiting the travel agent, I saw a bunch of men clad in monk robes sat under the Raja Chulan monorail station. They were chatting among themselves.

These men were preying for someone who’d give them some donations. Well, as I was crossing the road, one of them suddenly ran and crossed the road despite some oncoming motorcycles and cars. I wondered why suddenly this fella tried to cross the road is such haste. Then after I crossed over to the other side of the road, I saw a caucasion tourist couple were talking to that monk just now. The tourist seem like believing that they are doing charity donation and really gave the monk some cash. The monks are preying the tourists who doesn’t know about the scam.

Geez, passers-by just walked pass and look at them. An Indian man saw me looking at them and he just smiled at me. We’re just helpless. We just don’t want to risk our life by getting mob by a bunch of monks. Ha.

So, a note to tourists and backpackers to Kuala Lumpur…. just dont try to be good by giving donations to monks, beggars and Chinese people telling you he lost his luggage and asking you for some money to take a cab or buy an air ticket to go home. When someone approach you, just walk away. If beggars who can walk to you and ask for money, why should you give him money. He can work for his money. Well, only if you’ve seen monks puffing away on the streets, you won’t will believe that they are all under an underworld syndicate that hired them to make money from donations. It true ok.

Stay away from monks, priest and other religious people asking for donations on the streets.

Arrgh.. I’m so addicted to this song I tried to download the soundtrack off limewire but to no avail. Arrgh…. can someone help?

Bille August’s inspirational docudrama Goodbye Bafana begins in 1968, with South Africa buried neck-deep in the horrors of apartheid and Nelson Mandela (Dennis Haysbert) — then an underground leader of the African National Congress — imprisoned on Robben Island for sedition. As the story opens, the native African population of the country — 25,000,000 in number — buckles beneath the crippling weight of the racist white minority, who control the Nationalist Party Government. The film follows the spiritual and psychological journey of James Gregory (Joseph Fiennes), a Caucasian Afrikaner who came of age on a farm in the Transkei and initially views all blacks as subhuman. Gregory also speaks Mandela’s native language of Xhosa with perfect fluency, which makes him an ideal candidate to serve as warden of the Robben Island Prison and eavesdrop on Mandela and his inmates. What he fails to anticipate is the most unlikely and special of friendships (one of history’s greatest) that burgeons between himself and Mandela — and helps him evolve from a narrow-minded bigot with limited self-awareness to a sensitive, humane critic of social injustice with a heightened awareness of mankind’s ill treatment of one another and a genuine level of love for his fellow man. As the friendship between Gregory and Mandela grows and matures, it symbolizes Africa’s transition from the oppressiveness of Apartheid to the freedom of multi-racial democracy.