What Do We Have Here?

Democracy is Dead?

I guess everyone’s shocked with the shit going on in the country at the moment. As if the economy is not bad enough… and with the Covid-19 pandemic, some idiots still wanna add on oil to the already huge fire. Most rakyat are already fighting losing battle against these fires and yet, the idiots we elected to “lead” us, shit on us! I am quite pissed but somehow, not as pissed as I thought I would be. I guess, we have no choice right? We need a 95 year old to lead us out of this crisis. In a country of 7 million people, we cannot find his replacement. I am in awe of him. He has been my Prime MInister for as long as I remember, ever since I started schooling in 1981. That was the year he was elected as PM. As a kid till up to year 2000, I thought he’s the only PM and will live forever. Haha. As I became an adult, I began to discern and there are lotsa things he did that I am not too happy with. But I guess generally, he did some good for the country. Well, whatever it may unfold… as long as the past regime do not return, I will be happy with it.. otherwise.. I think better marry an old farmer in New Zealand la.


I keep having weird dreams the past few months. I missed dreamless and restful nights. Not too sure if it stems from my daily worries or activities… but…I always wake up feeling utterly exhausted. I remember a herb seller in Jeju said, this could be caused by liver problem. I hope it’s not…

Anyway, speaking of dreams, I have this ex colleague who suddenly message me out of the blue and said,

How are you la? I dreamt you asked me to meet you at Mercedes car show room. When I arrived, you showed me your new Merc you bought. Then in your new car, you drove me to your new bungalow house that you are building.

Anyway, meet up soon la. It has been awhile. Let me know if you can yum cha one of these days ya 😁”

Wah…this is probably the FIRST TIME A MAN DREAMED OF ME. Scratch that… SECOND TIME A MAN DREAMED OF ME AND BOTHER TO TELL ME. Lol. Well, I may not be a woman of your dreams… but if a guy dream about me, I will take it anytime lah. Lol.

We will meeting this coming Monday. No.. not of romantic interest unfortunately. He’s way too young… Haha. I am not a cradle snatcher… haha.

Stinky Spot

I was lying in bed and cuddling with my dear Ern Ern and I smelled her hair.

Me: Wah.. so stinky one. You have one stinky spot you always missed washing!

Ern: Yi, if I ever have babies, will my babies have stinky hair too?

Me: Yes they will! Because you will miss a spot in their heads too and they will smell like you!


Office discussing about the gay sex scandal.

A: You ada tengok itu video?
B: Ish. Tak nak la. I nak tengok muka minister je. Boleh you kasi pause itu screen muka dia.
A: Tak boleh lah kak. Kalau nampak muka dia, nampak buntut jugak.
B: Masya Allah… Ya rabbi… Takde ke muka dia je ??
A: Takde kak . Kalau tiada buntut, nampak dick.
B: Astagfuhlor…
C: So kak, you pilih la. Nak tengok roti ke tengok pisang.

Humour aside, this is gutter politics. Please do not circulate or indulge in giving more time to this character assassination tactic from the lowly scums. We are better than this.

Fight On!


Was alerted by a friend that our ex schoolmate was arrested last night for the protest at Dataran Merdeka. Since I don’t know how to read Mandarin, I would have guessed it should be about Anwar’s incarceration or GST.

I read news on English they have exceeded the time limit allowed for protest. So when they want to dismantle their protest materials scuffles ensued. Police claimed their personnel was kicked in the face.

Honestly this country is heading to the dumps. While other developing nations are building up and going global, we are in the reverse gear and going super fast.

It’s time for all to band together to stand up against corruption, racism, injustice and abuse.

I don’t know but I still have glimmer of hopes in our true Malaysians spirits. Let’s hope my instinct is not wrong.

Datuk Kong


Photo from bombastic borneo website.

A colleague sent me a payment requisition for approval. I asked what’s the payment about? It’s installation of Datuk Kong’s altar at our project site. I laughed as the Project Manager is a staunch Catholic. I asked why he would believe in such things given his faith.

The admin said it’s not done by the PM. It’s by the client themselves.

Actually I think most project sites have this altar whether or not you are superstitious.

I remember stories told from a guide when we went for hiking at Taman Negara of Datuk Kong. It seems most jungle places or undeveloped places are guarded by this spirit.

Most Chinese houses have this deity perched at their entrance to guard their property. I guess the numbers have reduced.

I remember a friend told me she just shifted to a house and was plagued with a white figure walking about the house. The white figure didn’t disturb them but frequent sight of it made people queasy.

Then she found out that the altar of Datuk Kong in front of her house was dilapidated and abandoned for sometime by previous owner. So she made it right by sprucing up the altar and started offering it joss sticks and fruits. Then the white figure no more loitering in her house.

As for my personal experience, I prayed to Datuk Kong everyday before my “final” exams. I have been sitting for the same paper for 4x and yet couldn’t sail through it to get my very much deserved degree.

Needless to say, I passed with a merit on my final paper and was damn pleased about it. So I offered Datuk Kong his favorites – hand rolled tobacco leaves cigarettes, sirih & pinang and a packet of kopi O!

A colleague’s daughter fell gravely ill after she fell down in front of the Datuk Kong’s altar near their house. She was hospitalized for weeks. Her fever came and went. Doctor couldn’t find anything wrong with her.

At wit’s end, he finally gave an elderly uncle near his home some money to buy some fruits to be offered to the Datuk Kong that his daughter accidentally knocked and fell as a gesture of apology. He is from different faith but he respects others. Miraculously the daughter is all well again.

I guess we simply couldn’t underestimate the power of spiritual guidance.


Was asking a friend on the development in her family matters. Apparently her recently married brother is always up to no good. He had a few affairs with divorced women with children. Yes.. “s” as in many and he is also an ass if you asked me.

In many cases, it was his grandma who picked up his shit after him. His family claimed that he was possessed by evil spirits. Or the ladies put a spell on him. I think it’s a case of forbidden fruit. Because forbidden fruit is always sweeter.

Not going to write about his affairs. I find the story of the grandma is more fascinating! I always believe that in order to be a medium; one is chosen and it’s not something that you can just do it like a job. Somehow, somewhere you just have the affinity to talk to gods, djins, spirits or ghosts.

This grandma is a famous dukun back in her hometown. Fortunately, she uses her powers to heal or help people. She received requests to do killings too but she would not do it because it’s a sin.

She’s only 50+ years old but her face looks 75, due to nature of her job. She reluctantly practise her crafts as it would aged her each time. She used to be plump but now she’s stick insect thin. I jokingly told my friend to ask her to take me in as her prodigy so I could slim down! Ha ha.

She would help in extreme cases. She would take flight to places she needed to be, carrying her machete and special oils in her hand carry bag. Eeriely she was never stopped during security check.

She is quite famous for helping people that people flow in from far seeking her help. Now she couldn’t do much anymore because the craft sucks her life steeply each time she tried to break black magic spells from other dukuns. Even if a person offered her thousands of ringgit, she wouldn’t do it. She felt tired after so many years.

I asked her if she is training a prodigy as this would secure the future should there are helpless people asking for help. I think it’s a great business model!

As I’ve mentioned earlier, I believe mediums or dukuns are chosen by spirits or gods. Reminds me of the two boys my mom used to babysit. Their grandma is a medium. So their mom suddenly developed an affinity to be possessed by gods too. Actually the grandma told the daughter that she has the natural power to become a medium but she refused.

So the gods been hunting her down till they drove her crazy. She ended embracing them. Now at initial stage, she’s yet to master controlling it.

Whenever the gods go near her or possessed her, she would be in trance like stage. At times she would collapsed all over the house till she knocked into something till her body was bruised. So the family removed all hard furniture from the house. Sometimes in a trance, she demanded for liquor. She would drink the whole bottle but never drunk after she regain consciousness.

I wonder if there’s a scientific explanation over these two cases?