I will call you Hussien, not Pak or Tuan or Abang although I am two years younger.I was one of the angry ones and vowed that I would not read your blog anymore as I had classified it as carbage just like all the mainstream media.
To your credit I cant because it has become a habit and part of my routine. Also I like your style, I like your songs and you do make my wife and I laugh sometimes. The 'banduan' thing is a howler. Pity that young fella but it just shows how he hated your guts!
Hussein there is such a thing as 'honour amongst men'You dont have to hit Anwar below the belt.
There are lots of questions that you have not answered. Why 'ungkit'? Why now? What makes you so angry? Why the malayish personal vendetta?
I was always a reader and never a commentator. Unusual of me, I have commented twice negatively in your blog the last one week and made that vow which I could not keep. I went as anon and now just opened a google account.
I respect your views but when you went personal on Anwar with those videos, that actually was a big letdown. Let me tell you this. You made yourself a 'star' with many followers over the years and you have given these followers hope and aspirations. You cannot now just 'surprised' them with something unexpected and then tell those who dont like your writings to f...off.
Having said the above I sense a reconciliatory tone in your 'cakap cakap...chill' although I cant figure out what cakap cakap ...chill means.
It is good that you remembered some of the silly things you did. I remembered mine too and yours paled in comparison with mine. I am sure Anwar remembered his and probably ours paled in comparison with his.
Surely we cannot be given a'semerah padi'(only our generation knows what that mean)for life on account of the silly things we did.
By the way I was in London on most weekends during the time you were in London. I was a Sandhurst cadet then and we could have bumped into each other at Malaysia Hall. Bryanston Square if you happen to frequent that place too.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011 12:10:00 AM GMT+09:30
7.27a.m. here in Adelaide. Just powered up my PC and the first email on the screen is Tag. Just took another sip of my black coffee...so here goes.
Tags tells me he is two years younger then me. Maybe in physical years! I dare to say that in some aspects I am much more older then him and in some younger...your guess is as good as mine as to which one applies. As I have said before, wisdom normally comes with age. In my case too many of you seems to disagree! And I would be the first to agree with that observation but...a big BUT here...but who are we to disagree with the many others that insists that even though I am mentally challenged, I do have good taste in music and a sense of humour - mostly at my own expense.
First thank you for reading what I write. You want to know why I went personal on Anwar. ....here goes. I started blogging over two years ago because I had things in my head that I wanted to share with others...mostly about the way I look at things. I wondered if others shared my views. Some did. Some did not. Then my ego got the better of me and I started to comment on things happening in KL (to me KL is Malayisia lah!)...which is pretty silly when you think that I am in Adelaide isolated from all things Malaysian. But somehow it worked.
I disliked intensely what UMNO/BN has done in their many years of robbing and pillaging our country and I have written at length on this. Late last year I was of the opinion that UMNO was now into overdrive to neutralize Anwar. From December last year until July this year I "talked" to Anwar about what I would like to do to about this. Late May we agreed on what I proposed. I kept my side of the bargain. He did not keep to his. I know that Anwar is not perfect. Nobody is. But on a personal basis he f*#ked me up. So I got personal too.
Yes we all did silly things....and that is why I will never be Prime Minister. You see Tag you cannot play Rugby with a shuttlecock. You stay in the badminton courts if you want to play with a shuttlecock. I will not have a Prime Minister that I cannot trust. If for whatever reasons any of you are prepared to accept a flawed individaul as your Prime Minister then good luck to you. Anwar had had too many chances and I think one too many this time around.
Re London days....yes I have had many a lunch at Bryston Hall and of course I was so much better looking then....well at least my wife thinks so. The other day I did start to feel a bit depress when I thought about being married to a grandmother (HER!) and told her so. She reminded me that it was ok for a grandfather(ME!) to be married to a grandmother(HER!) So we hope to live happily ever after and we both expect to live to well over a 100...so far so good!
In closing I want to say this. I am not really that interested in "talking" with like minded people because then you start thinking that your views is always right....so bring on the doubters and let us go head to head on any issues. And please do not call me "old man"...old is still great when you think that the alternative is being dead! Salam.
Have I finish with Anwar? No I have not....