Yes, It's the holiday and I got nothing to do but spending most of my time at home and looking after dad's grocery store... So damn bored but it's a good thing though... I do need the rest... if I'm in Melaka rite now, I would most probably be spending time in Dataran Pahlawan, walking around aimlessly, spending money watching movies (probably the same movie over and over again) and buggin my working friends...

Nothing much is happening at home, so I'll be rambling about the happenings around the neighbourhood...

Apparently, after months being away from home, I found that the local police force are now being so hardworking... almost everyday I'll be hearing stuff like; "Wey, malam tadi Amran kena tangkap! Kes dadah..." or "Babi la polis tu... semalam diorang datang melawat rumah aku, macam ribut aku lari ikut pintu belakang! Habis semak samun aku redah, tunggang terbalik pasu bunga mak aku..." or "Cepat la wey, time2 camni polis rajin sikit meronda..."

If I'm lucky enough, I would probably see some action happening in front of my store - police-drug junkie chasing scenes... better than the chasing scenes in the movies... of course, being locals, escaping from the police is like a piece of cake for the junkies and the oil plantation could be a good hiding spot... but for those who failed to escape, they have to be ready take a beating from the cops...



then, the usual scenarios in the store...


Budak kecik: Abah, nak ais krim!

Ayah budak: Abah takde duit la... ermm, tauke! Bagi rokok sebungkus!


Rather than buying his 5 year old a RM0.60 ice cream, he would prefer buying a pack of cigarette worth RM9.00... (hutang pulak tu... cis)


and many times I see a guy holding a baby with using one of his hand while the other one holding a burning cancer stick... at such a young age these poor babies have been exposed with toxic smoke...
sometimes my mom, seeing this situation, would grab the baby away from the smokin father and ask him to finish his ciggi first before he could take back his baby...


Haih, what has happen to the society


What I dread the most is seeing more and more 'bohsia's and minah rempits roaming the streets with their horrible highlighted hair, tight jeans, small tank tops, and selipar jamban... not to mention their loud howling... not cool



ahh... sweet home Ketengah Jaya... where drugs and 'air ketum' and cigarettes and the rempit ways of life are destroying the lives of innocent young ones... lucky enough we dont have gun-shooting gangsters here




so, that's it for now... boring rite?
no pictures of beaches... no pictures of trips... no weddings... nothing new to buy... no new movies to watch... haih... cant wait to go back to Melaka...


peace out...