Archive for November, 2015

November 26, 2015


Caught this in the news today…

Dude, That’s My Car!’ book pays homage to Perodua Myvi

KUALA LUMPUR: Get this! The bestselling model for Perodua has a book written about it.

Perodua is introducing its first book titled Dude. That’s My Car! which will be sold in major bookstores and Malaysian airports from today.

The book signals the conclusion to the Myvi’s 10th anniversary celebration this year.

Written by Perodua media relations head Ahmad Tamimi Omar, a former reporter, the 120-page book tells the story of the Myvi; the best-selling Perodua model with 870,000 units sold between May 2005 and October 2015.

It traces the Myvi origins and how it rose to become so well accepted by the Malaysian public.

“As a finale for the Myvi’s 10th birthday, we have decided to capture its history, present as well as a glimpse of its future in this book.” said Perodua president and CEO Datuk Aminar Rashid Salleh.

Perodua produced a total of 2,000 books and has collaborated with MPH Group Malaysia Sdn Bhd to distribute it in major bookshops nationwide. The book sells for RM29.90.

The Myvi 10th anniversary celebration began early this year with Perodua inviting members of the public to share their Myvi experiences in the “Love of the Nation” campaign.

The celebration reached its peak during the Myvi Gathering event in Shah Alam last May which saw the largest Myvi gathering of 2,613 cars joining the event. The gathering made it into the Malaysian Book of Records for the biggest car gathering in Malaysian history.

“During the celebration, we had invited the public to participate in many programmes and even introduced a special Myvi variant to commemorate this historic milestone,” said Aminar.

On a different note, Aminar said the national carmaker has no plans to increase Perodua car prices for now despite rising production costs caused by a weakened ringgit.

“Yes, there is impact on our costs. There are imported parts, paid in either US dollar or yen,” he said. “We will continue to absorb the higher costs.”

However, he said if it reaches a level where “we cannot continue to absorb the costs, there is a possibility we will increase prices.”

Well, they could have written a book about the list of mind blowing bloopers that were ever committed by Myvi drivers, it’d have been a better selling book. Just an opinion. (who gives a fuck how they conceived Myvi? It’s a cloned Daihatsu anyway…)

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November 17, 2015

So Young, so long…

If I were to name one breakfast joint that I regularly visit, it has to be So Young cafe. I’d written about this place a couple of times here in my blog. Sadly, after operating for many decades, the place was closed down last month to pave way for a spa or something.

A few weeks before it got closed down, I made a pilgrimage there for my final meal of breakfast. I picked to have a bowl of Uncle Tony’s flavorful Hokkien Mee (Noodles in prawn soup), a large bowl of Sweet & sour spicy mustard cabbage stew from the chicken rice stall, and a mug of thick coffee with cream there. Like I always did. Every spoonful of food I shoved into my mouth there that day, tasted bitter and down. The people there weren’t as jovial, not as chatty and the atmosphere was gloomy. It was like an impending end of a journey for those people and me that day, along with it, gone will be the acquaintances, the experiences, and memories. They’d seen each other’s kids growing up, and each other grown old, and all that was going away because somebody bought up the place to open a fucking spa. It’s sad really.

Once I’d done with the food, I went around to have a chat with the stall owners, whom I had patronized for years (from my schooling years, to the time I had my first job, to the time I had to bum for 2 months after losing my job, till now). The chicken rice guy gave me a card, told me that he was going to retire from the chicken rice business, and but would concentrate on his night venture of selling seafood at a nearby joint. Uncle Tony, however, will stop selling Hokkien Mee in the morning session, but would still retain his afternoon session at another place, another town (I’ve yet to pay him a visit). The rest will probably look for a place to rent or something.

I left that place feeling real depressed and dispirited, for I know I’m never going to find another place like So Young Cafe. I went past the place the other day, and all the zinc awning extensions were gone, and roller shutter closed shut with no activities going on.

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November 4, 2015

story of sam

Sam is a laborer who works and lives in an old shop. Day time, he works his ass off for a meager pay and night time, he calls it a day at the upper floor of the shop, which he rented. He might not have good prospects as a laborer but, for what he lacks in wealth/achievement, he makes it up with his happy outlook in life.

Sharing his rented abode, is Sam’s wife called Hilda. While Sam is what a commoner would consider as a good looking person, the same can’t be said about Hilda. Hilda is fat, hideous and she looks like a bloated corpse fished out of a septic pond. But Sam likes Hilda for who she is (for some unfathomable reasons…), and they have led a loving life together. They’ve never had a fight before, and both of them seems to be made for each other.

One night, Sam has to wake up from his sleep to answer the big call of nature, and off he goes to the loo located at the back of the house, which is right next to the kitchen. While he is straining to ooze out the dry turd from his coarse laborer diet, up comes Hilda into the kitchen. She knocks on the toilet door,

“Honey, what’s wrong?”
“Bad food, I guess. Why are you still up so late?”
“Just checking if you’re alright… maybe I can keep you company…”

She then proceeds to get the kettle to boil some water to make Sam some hot tea. And while Hilda is waiting for the water to boil, Sam tells Hilda through the toilet door about his day and some crazy stories some of the guys told him at the shop. They share some laughs and deep inside, Sam is glad to have Hilda’s company there, and he feels homely with the smell of gas burner in the middle of the night, mixing with the hot pungent air inside the loo.

After Sam has done the last fart of the business, he wipes himself proper, pulls the flush and gets out from the loo – in high anticipation for his hot tea and perhaps, the embrace of Hilda. And then BAM! The smell of the burner disappears. The kitchen light is off. No sight of Hilda, no sight of burner, no sight of kettle. It is as if, everything has all along been a perception. Only thing that is still there, is the smell of Sam’s last fart. Confused, Sam quickly skedaddles into the bedroom to look for Hilda, and there she is – sleeping soundly with both arms up on her head, armpit hairs peeking out of her short pajamas sleeves.

“Hilda… Hilda… wake up…”
[wipes drools] “…what?… what’s going on?”
“Were you at the kitchen just now? Where’s the hot tea?”
[dazzled] “What hot tea? What are you talking about, honey?”
“I was at the loo, you were talking to me, and then you disappeared…”
“What? I’ve been sleeping here all these while honey…’

Sam quickly dashes to the kitchen to touch on the burner – it’s cold. The kettle’s cold too, and so is Sam. He suddenly realizes, that the person whom he talked to, couldn’t have been Hilda… Whoever/whatever she is, she sounded like Hilda, talked like Hilda and felt like Hilda. But it wasn’t Hilda. (Sam eventually finds out later in his life that the ‘person’ who talked to him that night, is something that came from a sad ending to a WWII incident in the very place he’s living in…)


Based on a true story happened to someone I know, at a place I am familiar with.

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