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Round island ride?

It's 5 am and I thought to myself. I will cycle round the island this morning. By the time I geared up and prepared for the ride, it was already 30 past 6. No matter, as I still wanted to make the ride. So I set off from my house and rode down along the JE and Gurney Drive. McD was beckoning to me with its breakfast spread but it wasn't the time yet to reward myself this way. So I plodded on up through Tg Tokong, Tg Bungah and finally Batu Ferringhi. The road was clear, thank God for that. This was about the only other time I had ridden on this route. The first was when I joined in the Ride with CM event held last year. Back then, we were flagged off from Esplanade or Padang Kota at about 7.30am and we (Ang, Sue & I) managed to complete the ride to Teluk Bahang village and back in about 5 hours. Not bad for a first timer right?

This time around, my times were much more improved. Upon reaching the village, the thought did cross my mind to load up on energy food...yeahhh it's breakfast time. I think it was about 8 when I slowed down at the roundabout but the thought of an oily char koay teow or spicy hokkien mee (har mee if u come from KL)changed my mind. I continued in the direction of Balik Pulau.

My deraileur began making squeeky noises each time i tried shifting into 2nd gear and the crank also kept making funny squishing sounds with each stride I took. The sight of a calm lake in the morning is priceless. Water level was severely low which left me wondering when the caretakers of the dam would sound the alarm? We take water for granted cos its in abundance, they are cheap but the next time before you let the water run, do ponder for a while..work with Mother Nature before she changes her mind and work against you.

I hadn't brought along my camera on this trip so no pictures this time..:( When it was time to head back, I reluctantly got on my bike to start the descent. Going downhill was simply great and within a matter of seconds I reached the base. Downhill is easy and I would love to do it all again and again but when you think of the long hard climb back up, you'll soon settle for that just one time experience hehehe.

Passing the roundabout reminded me that I hadn't had anything to eat yet but I decided not to stop and paddled on. One thing I realized from cycling is that often when we meet another cyclist on the road it is quite common to acknowledge each other with a simple nod or sometimes a thumbs up. And we do this not knowing who the other rider is. Cycling culture? I often wonder why we don't extend the same when we are back behind the wheel ya.

By the time I reached Island Plaza my stomach was growling, pleading for solid food. Soon my eyes were darting left to right and back for a road side coffee shop. One that I could be near my bike and yet serve decent food. I found none! Taking a left turn into Argyll Road (yeah..I broke the law by going into a one way street)I was hoping to dine at Yue Lai Cafe but aiyooooo....close laaa. No worries...I cycled into Hutton Lane and just when I was about to give up and head for home, I came across Kong Thai Lai "kopi tiam".

This must be that quaint coffee shop that was frequented by the late Tan Sri Loh. I've heard about this place many times but when you drive, you'd hardly give it a second thought and just drive by. This time I was on 2 wheels ..yayyy!...breakfast here I come. I found an empty table just on the sidewalk and I could just parked my bike next to it. Perfect! Before I could settle down, I was greeted my a lady. Yeah I said lady 'cos she was so polite and she exudes warmth as a mother would to a son. For a moment I had forgotten that I wasn't at home :).

I ordered my breakfast and guess what. I had a soft boiled egg which came in a tiny cute glass, you know the ones that usually come with gin or vodka shot? Then I had 2 fairly thick toasted bread with kaya and a cup of " Milo-O-mai-liao-juak" ... all for only RM3.30 only. I can't even get a decent cuppa with that price at Old Towns. The other patrons seemed like regulars...all men..retired I'm sure and were lamenting about the high prices of market produce these days. One of them held up a fish which he just bought from the wet market just to prove a point. Something fishy is going on there. Well, time for me to leave.

I snapped a few photos and I was off. With that nice warm breakfast in me, I felt totally energized. All along the way up and down, I came across motorcars, buses and bikes. I would dare say that I was quite fortunate the most of the drivers I encountered, actually gave way to me. There were no Rela members stationed at junctions to give us VIP passage this time around. Does this mean that drivers today are more considerate? maybe but sadly I was more fearful of motorcycles than bigger vehicles simply because the former would ride by close to me. Too close for comfort if you asked me.




I arrived back home at exactly 4 hours later and I'm already thinking about my next ride :)

I am ashamed....

I believe this article when it appeared in the local daily, ( I read it in The Star) would have caught the attention of most people. A young man of 27 years crippled by cancer, a deadly disease often overlook by many because it is unseen until it is too late. Melvin Tong is making his mission to fight, not for his own cause but for the cause of every child in this world, be they with or without parents.

And that he did. Melvin conquered Mt Kinabalu even with his disability but he didn't see it that way. Melvin saw it as a challenge. He saw it as just one of life's hurdles that he needed to clear...maybe one more than the guy next door.

I am ashamed as I reflect upon myself. I have been blessed with a healthy body by the Lord and yet I have not accomplish anything comparable to what Melvin has done. His selfless act has brought greater awareness to other people, people like me. It suddenly dawned on me that in my 43 years of existence, I have nothing real to show for in my life. Yeah, I have been always kind and compassionate for the weak, always, well more often looking out for my staff's interest to the best of my ability but yet really, nothing any ordinary guy would do. It is never too late to make something out of my life now. Thats when i received a special request in the mail (the real one, not the internet) appealing for donation, which brings me to my next entry....For Grace & ....

Down Under and the Land of the Hobbits

After a long hiatus, I'm back! As you would now realized that I am not your regular blogger... as I would just disappear from here and god only knows when I will re-appear....like today hahaha.

My entry today is about my trip to Melbourne and the south island of NZ...yup the Land of the Hobbits.

We had nearly missed our flight, my mom and I, on the evening of 11th November as I had totally forgotten that we need 2 hours to check in. We finally got ourselves into the Airbus A320....I think. Silkair...we were one of the first to fill the plane since SIA stopped servicing this route. It was also another eventful moment when we arrived at T2 departing from T3 for our connecting flight to Melbourne...gosh we hadn't realized how far T3 was...poor mom she walked as fast as she could. I regretted not asking for the wheels. Better prepared the next time, I thought to myself.

Nahhh!..this baby, no wait...this behemoth wasn't for us..we only got to fly the 777..... hope lah...or as my ex boss would say " pe-lan pe-lan tunggu" or "slowly wait la" ...so sad, can only see, make me lau nua nia :(

On board SQ 237, we were met by a fabulous young crew. As luck would have it, we were certainly well pampered by Jackson, Amelie and the rest of the crew put in charge of our coach. As usual, I couldn't sleep on long hauls and this one was no different except that I had this set of crew to keep me awake with their wit and charm. Nothing fake about their warmth. Indeed they made me feel as though I've known them all my life. I had first class treatment at the galley despite being a coach passenger. They were even polite to the old lady with wobbly knees and showered her with genuine warmth & concern as she shuffled her way to the loo.

I have only heard so much about SIA's cabin crew's star service but now I can vouch for it b'cos Jackson, Amelie and the others (so sorry I couldn't recall all their names....simple things slip my memory these days...GOSH,....am I suffering from Alz....? hahahha hopefully NOT.) went the extra mile in making sure my mom & I felt so at home. I certainly hope the airline knows how to value these boys and girls and reward them abundantly.

(waiting for the pics I took with them...hopefully Jackson still remembers to mail me some of them lo :P...so this space is reserved for them :) )

We touched down at Tullamarine Airport and with the much valued advice given by Jackson and Amelie.....we checked through the Immigration counter without any hassle. Thanks so much again, guys :).

3 days later and we're off again...to Christchurch, NZ.

...and we're off to the Land of the Hobbits but this time on board Jetstar.....

my dearest sis & mom....

...and moi of course

We got our H1N1 jabs for free, courtesy of the Australian government and of course my dear sis, who paid for the docs services. Then with only a single day's rest, we were again off to the Land of the Hobbits...yup....New Zealand. What a gorgeous country! Words failed me again. I can't even begin to describe a land abound with so much of nature's beauty.

we're just a couple of thousand kilometers from the snow capped mountains of NZ :)






almost there now.....

....and touched down! we're finally here....

Next....stay tuned for Chapter 2 - Departing for Queenstown in a couple of hours.

Mind Your Language

Ralph would probably kill me when he reads this. Well, this is all his idea anyway but kudos to him for sharing this bit of humour. I had a great laugh over this.



You know sometimes when people try their express themselves in English and get all tangled up? By now I'm sure that you know I am referring to people who are less conversant in the English language. And they usually come out pretty funny, actually. Yeah, I'm kind of evil huh?, poking fun at other people's weaknesses. Its not that really, if we choose to see the humourous side of life.




Ralph was relating an incident at a hypermarket sometime back . This guy was trying to make his way through a crowded section when he blurted this out "Ekcue me, can I pass away?" We both burst out in laughter at midnight in McD Damansara. That was so bad, hor? The joint was packed even at that hour...doesn't anyone sleep, anymore? But we couldn't really care less because it tickled every piece of funny bone in our body.









Then Ralph contributed something original when he asked me "Don't you speak your mother's language?" HAHAHAHAHA Well, he meant to say mother tongue. He had both of us laughing uncontrollably. The other patrons were checking out the remnants of our food on the table, wondering what had triggered our looney behaviour. Hmmm ... too much sodium in our fries :)









Well, to be fair to guys who can't speak well in English, they do try their earnest to express themselves but the trouble is they do that by translating their thoughts from Mandarin or Cantonese into English. And now our government wants to reverse all the hard work and efforts put in during the past 7 years in getting students to learn Maths and Sciences in English. Sad day for Malaysians!

Mat Rempit Menace

It was about 3.30 am this early morning as I was driving home with my former school mate and friend of over 20 years from our usual supper hang out at McD. We were at Queen Victoria's clock tower when we chanced upon a group of 5-6 motorcyclists, some with pillions. I didn't think much about them at that moment as they did not seem to pose any threats. However, as I drove past the ferry terminal, one of them with a pillion whizzed past us but slowing down just ahead of us approximately 1-2 car lengths ahead. Then all of a sudden, they pulled back a bit only to be replaced by two others but on 2 separate "kap-chais". These Malay boys, Mat Rempits were tearing down the almost deserted street as if they were in pursuit of something...someone.



Indeed, we only realized that they were indeed pursuing a bike ridden by 2 adults and they rode alongside these 2, taunting them a bit by bit. We could see that the pillion was a female but couldn't make out who the rider was. He / she was shielded by the pillion most of the time. Now, the two alerted by the actions of these Mat Rempits chose to ignore them and rode on even faster. The MR kept pace but as their machines were quicker, it was like a scene taken out from a B-grade Malaysian drama.



Both of us, though we didn't actually utter much to each other but realized that we had to do something. I didn't say it out aloud but I had already decided that I would stay behind these terrors of the road and be prepared to "surprise" them should they try anything funny. As for my friend, Weng Hong, he had already punched in the emergency number to the local police should we need assistance from the law. Fat hopes, I thought to myself but that is for another post , another day.



By now the Mat Rempit hoodlums were already nipping at the heels of their quarry, taunting them and waiting for the right moment to act.



Many thoughts were racing through my mind at that moment. What if they did try to assault the rider and the pillion, what should I do? What could I do? Do I just watch and ignore or should I just drive off now and hope that the 2 would be just fine on their own? After all, I was in a 1500cc vehicle while these menace were only in their "kap chais". Deep down inside, I know I just could not chose, that I shouldn't have to even choose. My obvious answer would be to intervene. I had been brought up to always speak up for the poor, to defend the weak. The time is now. My heart was racing. A sense of anxiety came upon me.

Alas, God spoke. A small turn off appeared by the roadside to a small temple as if granting sanctuary to the two. The Mat Rempits were caught off guard and with the temple in sight, they sped off hastily into the night....seeking other preys, perhaps?

The law is now only thinking of taking drastic action...only thinking ya.... they haven't even begun to take action and these menace are merely juveniles. I blame the parents of these boys for not being in control of their children and also to the BN government for not only failing to act but for encouraging these Mat Rempits to be even more blatant. Rehab programmes like rewarding them with trips to the north pole or camps, I would say is downright stupid and wasting our tax payers money. Stop all this nonsense and govern like a responsible government. If they can't then they must allow others capable of doing so.

Only now with the loss of 4 lives, is the government now waking up to the root of this social ill. It is quite simple really, I mean if the government is indeed serious about eradicating this menace, make it a law to confiscate their machines if and when caught in a police sting. No appeals allowed for whatever their reasons may be. They can cry foul, plead leniency because they are the sole breadwinner of their families, its their first offence, their only mode of transport to work and blah blah blah... I think the people have had quite enough. Once impounded, the riders are charged in court and then destroy the confiscated machines. This way, there won't give rise to corrupt practices within the system to allow the offenders a ghost of a chance to recover their machines from the law and terrorize the streets ....once again. I heard that it works in Australia and even cars are not spared. So now let's see how serious our government is in tackling this problem or perhaps we need to see a death among the family members of the elite ruling government before we can see any action taken..I wonder.

Friendships

How much do we value our friends? Well, some would say it depends on how close they are as friends. It is quite true in every sense of the word. I mean we won't miss someone if we don't have much feelings for that person, right? It doesn't have to be deep emotional feelings even platonic ones should affect us if such close friends were to leave us some day.

I've known C for less than a year but C has been always fun to be around. Possessing a intellectually matured mind, it is always great to carry on meaningful conversations on just about any subject that comes to mind. C is moving on to better things in life and that should be the way. That I know and truth be told, I am glad that C has found a promising career in the Capital city but yet I can't help thinking that long distance friendships, no matter how close we are to that person, would inevitably grow apart eventually. No one should be blamed for it. After all, each of us have our own lives to live and obligations to fulfil. We just have to be honest with one another and keep that friendship, if it really means that much to us.

Good meaningful friendships are hard to come by these days. I hope I would be as good a friend as anyone else could be ever be to C.

C, if you ever happened to read this, know that I am thankful for your hand of friendship. May ours be bonded for life as we thank the angels for their hand in it.

God be with you, always!

Hunger...Waste Not...Want Not

I was in church this morning and today's sermon was delivered by Bro Leong. Now this is a man who delivers God's word using power point like presentation...very organized and always full of facts... a very learned servant of God.

He did not however start his sermon the usual way. He caught everyone by surprise when he shared with the congregation about 4 photos taken in Africa...Ethiopia if I am not mistaken. They were images taken by professional photographers and the one particular photo that he made us ponder is one which won a Pulitzer Prize.

In this picture, there is this African boy making his way to a UN food relief centre about 1km away. In this picture was a bird waiting nearby. Can you imagine the picture in your mind? Not yet? How about this then....Picture the boy, a very young and fragile boy...unclothed, hunger strickened to the point where his skeletal frame was the only thing holding up his sun parched skin and he wasn't on his feet. He was dragging himself along that 1 km journey under the open scorching sun on his belly.

Now, the bird, I am sure you would have realized by now, isn't any ordinary bird... it was an adult vulture, waiting patiently a few feet away from this boy, waiting for him to die, probably waiting for its turn to have its long awaited meal.

I felt sick inside. It was so heart wrenching to capture that scene in my mind. We only see this momentarily but for the poor child and many others like him, its pure hell everyday. They did not ask to live like this. No one did. So, why did it happend anyway? One religion would say its karma while others would say its God's will. So which is which then? I don't have an answer to that question.

Neither could the photographer who snapped the photos for he took his own life 3 months later. How tragic!

Many of us the world over are so very fortunate that we have food to eat, water to drink, clothes to wear and house to live in. But for these African people, they have virtually nothing...not even hope! It is tragic, so very sad indeed. As I penned this down, I am filled with guilt.

Guilty that I have more than enough to eat, to drink, to wear and a very comfortable house to live in and yet sometimes I grumbled as to why I don't get to dine in some pricey joint, why I can't afford to wear designer labels

and when will I get to live in a mansion. These thoughts have crossed my mind one time or another.

I grumble no more. I wish I could bring this message to the rest of our people, not to waste their food, just because they have paid for it, not to waste water, just because it is cheap or they have paid for it as well. The amount of food we leave behind at our tables after each meal.

Granted, each community has its cultures and traditions entrenched in their way of life. Some of them includes annual food fights like the tomato fights observed in Spain. Can we still afford to throw away food so carelessly when there are others out there without any food to eat at all. Sinful aren't we all?

More and more of our wasted food end up in landfills when they could have been fed to thousands or even millions of hunger stricken people around this planet.

The very morsel of food or drop of water that we throw away is probably what separates life from death for our African friends. There are many many more suffering in this world, only we do not realize it because we don't see it.

Can't we help or won't we help? When will we ever wake up to this reality? When?

I have decided to make a stand. I have decided to adopt a child. We can all do that by going through world organizations such as World Aid or similar organizations. If we cannot afford to spare our time then we should give from our pockets. We do not need to give a lot but only what we can afford. If every abled and fortunate man were to give a little a person, there would be more than enough in this world to go around.

Maybe someday, someday I might just see myself being part of the world movement and not just side, sponsoring financially.

On Two Wheels

I got myself a Trek 3900 MTB a couple of months back. I guess I got caught up in all the excitement in wanting to feel the outdoors on a non-motorized vehicle. I actually got a fantastic deal through my buddy and gym owner, Ang. His gym is truly a basic set up with lots of free weights - great for fitness buffs who prefer having greater flexibility in using dumbbell's and barbells than to be confined to machines! Not to say machines aren't any good. In fact they are because they basically work on the concept of resistance.

I hope I am making sense ..hmmm better check with Ang hehehe! Lest I make a fool of myself. He is after all a certified trainer and is quite knowledgeable in the matters of fitness and nutrition.

Well, anyway back to my bike, it cost me a painful RM1500 but Gary of CCI Cycle offered me a great package 'cos along with it came a Cratoni Ceron helmet, a pair of bikers' shorts, cat eye LED rear lights and every biker's must have ... a water bottle!

Since having this bike, I've been up Air Itam dam thrice and peddled around my neighbourhood countless mornings. We took a drive up Cameron on February 14th...yeah Valentine's day. It was a Saturday and we decided that we must stop by Foh Shan in Ipoh town for tim sum. Notice they way I spelt it...yeah, the Penang Hokkien way :)

After a sumptuous breakfast, we drove up the hill through Simpang Pulai. The journey up the new highway (well, its new to me 'cos it was my first on this highway) was breathtaking. It was easy on the car as well as the road was less winding. Since there were only three of us, Ang, Sue (his wife) and I, we came in 2 cars. My bike was safely strapped on to the back seat. It is amazing how a car like a Wira 1.3M could be so accommodating. Of course I had to remove the front wheel but it fitted snugly at the back. I had decided against buying a roof rack because it would have cost me more than my bike itself. The other option was to get the boot mounted carrier which did not deserve a second look because it was sooooo fragile. I loved my bike too much :)

We stayed at Tanah Rata for the weekend. The afternoon was reserved for the ride up one of BOH's plantations. Ang led the way. We almost didn't get to ride 'cos out tyres were not properly inflated. Ang brought along his portable hand pump which he recently bought from Gary. Unfortunately for us, one component was missing rendering the pump useless.

We voted to ride on. Man, it was fun with the cool, fresh breeze blowing against us as we ascended the hill. At first Sue was tailing us but we thought it would be better for her to drive ahead and wait at the summit. Boy! did we regret that call or what. This was my first attempt in climbing up a hill, any hill on a bike. Yeah this all happened even before I rode up Air Itam dam. But that is another episode which I shall keep for my next post.

Ang was much more prepared for this as he was more focused and knew how to pace himself. Me, on the other hand, was a green horn at biking. I wore myself up thinking that I could keep on climbing with the momentum gained. How very wrong I was. I was out of breadth in no time and had to stop many many many times :(

I would catch up with Ang after each rest but I was never ever able to maintain my pace. I reasoned that I had made the wrong call. The next time I would know better.

Reaching the top where the BOH's office and cafe was indescribable. You will not appreciate the journey one had to make to reach the summit if you hadn't done it with a bike. Most of us are drivers and getting up any hill in a car have always been effortless. The view of the tea plantation was priceless. It was well worth the torture.

I found a new friend in a brown dog. It seemed so friendly as it quickly warmed up to us when we gestured it towards us. It looked a bit like a small fox, quite beautiful actually. It stuck close by long enough to be photographed.

Then it was time for us to leave as it was already getting dark. Man...riding downhill was a totally different experience altogether. No effort required ...but we did have to watch our brakes! It was so much fun coming downhill. We did stop at a few spots to take photos of ourselves and the scenery. Priceless.

Before we know it, we had already reached the base. How sad :( We had so wanted the ride to go on and on but that would mean that we would have had to climb much higher the next round... Uhh, on second thought I think we did just fine hehehehe.

We decided that we would have dinner first in town before heading back to the apartment. CRAMPS!!! OMG, I've never had it so bad. Thank God it happened as I got down from my car at the Shell petrol kiosk. I had a chance to rest my sore legs. It made the difference.

Dinner and the rest of the night is another episode altogether. Next....visitors arriving at midnight?....