i do believed that god has created us for a reason. god also has marked and crafted the path of which we would choose to follow. being god, who would know all things from past to the future. it is said that we were created in pairs. that is why we have night and day. hot and cold (loves this song) but being god who is fair, we are meant to have a partner to suites ourselves. beautiful woman would of course marry a handsome man. rich man would of course marry an intellectual lady but i stand the graphics here. A BAD BOY CAN BE GOOD FOR A GIRL
that's me in the corner that 's me in the spot light losing my religion trying to keep up with you.... (part of the lyrics from R.E.M. song title losing my religion) listen to it well AND LEARN
today would be the day that i would remember till the day i leave this place where i also called and named it my hometown. my homeboy had cheated me over and over and this time was the finale of such act. this home boy street name is jack whereby he is also a muslim name zakaria. he has make it a point that there is nothing to do to make money from not working but but cheating and sealing from others starting within his families, friends, then the brotherhoods and the public. i was being put into a situation that he took my phone sony ericson and cash from another brother to purchase his booster power sex drive. this particular booster would give him the strength and the stamina to perform to the young gals in miri.
as i would act this website and my blog to be a premature report, thus this would declared war and had really boils my anger toward such a young boy that have a much better life then me. however, he wants to mess with ahlek and he will have his lessons properly taught by none other ahlek the tutor.
just happen if you, jack have the time to read such blog, do be prepare for such game and it has been triggered by your-good-self. may you rest in peace or if not yet do leave town while you can afford to do so.
hello parssi, you see once you are in the circle it is hard to get out. so today i had a news that someone who is still young would like to have a chat with me setting time would be this afternoon between 2 to 3pm. place still not known.
however the best thing is that he seems to know about me a lot and i do not even know where the hell he is coming from or where is home town. but the others that are in the circle are putting some negative thinking toward this deal. but i have a good brother before who at one time trust him picking my son from school when i was too busy with the routine.
cut the story short i will get back to the chapter later i the day if i still have the energy to type. i am really pooped right now and so so stress that i need to released some of the pressure.
my figure that triggers my migrain is 20.10.09 this will make me drop and crush to bits and pieces. i would have no more backbone to keep my drive moving.
as of today concerned this is the first ever that two thug cars came to my front gate and create a scene in front of my house and the whole neighborhood. the two vehicles would be identified as red and black car. as per the descriptions of event happen, both red and black cars arrives at my house simultaneously.
the black car was putting his horns out by making a long and loud sound whereby the whole neighborhood was awaken by such incredibility sound. then, the driver of the black vehicle wind down the screen and there was the tremendous techno music blasting out from the vehicle. as for the red car, there was a total silence and clearly seen that this was a well manner approached compared to the black car.
the driver of the black car then, emerged out and with his loud and deep voice gesture calling my name ahlek...... asking mana ahlek in malay means where is ahlek. in his hand it is also being noticeable than his fst was being wrap by a metal chain. this automatically triggered the reaction of my spouce at that time, shed in tears (till now without knowing if it was scared or shamed). i was being called via the phone and during that time, over the background i also heard the voice of the black car clearly asking where am i and the voice of the red vehicle mentioned seeking for forgiveness for being rude in the early morning.
i then grap the nearest object (which happens to be n.t.cutter) to me and immediately starts m journey to my house. it is seems that such journey was the slowest but you could not remember the sequence that had happen during the journey. the moment i reach my house, i parked the kancil properly and starts walking to both the red and black car. as i had remember clearly, the red car was nicely parked in front of the gate but as for the black car, it was seems to be this was the car that wanted to be in the scene desperately. it was so noticible tha in the black car, the driver was looking into his sound system and try to make the noise even louder. the wind screen was lowered and easily seen who was the driver. (how i wish i was dreaming and i could reach my pocket and used that n.t.cutter to slice the two veins at the neck)
with the signal and calling from the red car, the black car driver realised that i was there. he then come out and mentioned that he had try to stop the red car from making the matter worst. all he had done was to protect m house and family from the red car. LOOK.....it is the black car that all this while making the attention. shall i repeat myself more and i would act this blog as part of my police report concerning and intentional for the protection of my family members, properties and the neighbourhood.
this year the month of june, tiara yau has made her decision to venture into the art program business in sarawak. well as the first person that she had seek advice from i hold the responsibility to ensure that sch business would had an impact in this region.
honestly, from the first glance i really did not see the potential of such business to blosom in sarawak whereby there is this mind set by the local whereby myself as a sarawakian would think alike. but on the day when th class has open and with the students (little young kids) come in and start to lay and do the characters, my feeling to see the kids have such fun change my view. but this was not the final impact as when one of the parents has shed tears of happinest and the eyes of his child shine as bright as a star to have being apprciates by her daddy. now guys and gals this is the meaning and moment where money cannot buy.
in the month of may, the i-clay has organized a road-show at mega mall (bintang plaza) for a perod of ten days. we had the crowds coming in all over as far as few families from sibu and neighbouring country brunei. there was workshop being conducted to well-established pre-school program and also kindergarten. fellow family member from both petronas and shell were also coming in and start to have a look and feel the korean clay.
now i-clay in sarawak has its founder whom is tiara yau via her sole company creative art center. the place to operate business has been made firmed and classes for the art program has been expanding due to the rental space in bintang commercial center. CAC (creative art center) also provides other activities such as sand art and plastering figure also batik painting. these would eventually expand and would have skill and trained tutors for the benefits of the kids being as CAC members. even, parents like the mummies are interested to learn such works whereby other package for adult would be implimented.
please also refer to miricommunity.net under classification title i-clay in sarawak also website by ladybird on her awomandiary.com
when we think back of what we could remember from the past, we would like to relate it to the current situation in hand. i have an experiences of rewinding my taught and experiences, whereby i would give it a terms as memorizm of the past to the future. to my surprise i could recall my taught even in bits during my kindergarten school in Brighton, within the police traffic quarters, whereby my teacher (a singh lady) whereby her husband was a traffic patrol officer on bike. we were all so small that time and my class was a mixture of only the children whom parents are teachers or as police enforcement officers. i am bless to have such memories intake and will cherish it to my grave wherever such might be. ohhhh back to the teacher.... i tell you she is very fieace and one of a kind. the best thing was she speaks english and that was what make me stood up from the rest of my classmates. in this particular zone time i was staying with m mum and dad together with my sister whom is jst a little baby. my dad was one of the teachers for north school in brighton. we were allocated at the single story terrace type quarters and yes.....all are teachers. my neihbour particularly was uncle adenin and his wife auntie ten.... while was being told to call such teachers as uncle or aunties. their daughter name was ivy. this family i tell you all does not even looks like wan na lang or in m mum dialect.... fun nyin. besides this gal.. i also remember my buddy jaynol as i call him.... and also ruza..... zanah.... and afew others whereby i could not keep in contact with them. next issue as i need to do buy rice and bread.... we meet again
i do believed that god has created us for a reason.
