Why I made this blog

Greetings friends...

Old friends
new friends
friends to be
long time no see friends
former friends
friends that r no longer friends

and many-many more friends that i couldn't categorized what group that i should name them.

As an average man living in an average life, many times i felt why must i do the same chores or routines everyday for the pass 10 years here in Kay El (Kuala Lumpur). The sentence that i've wrote in this paragraph meant i'm trying to be as honest as possible by telling the story of my life back since from Kampung life to City life.

When i moved here from my home town Ipoh Perak, i carried also my dreams to be successful one day & becoming someone that can achieved great undertakings in the future. Actually Ipoh is not exactly a kampung as i might say butta, that's where my parent live. Ipoh is also a city just like KL, but smaller category, size & population than KL.

After finished high school, as the eldest child quickly i tried to find my own pocket money by finding odd jobs. I didn't even think to continue studying in college or university. I want to ease the cost burdent that my father has to bare as i've 7 siblings & a housewife mom. Back then i thought, if i could get a job surely i could ease my family's expenditures.

Well, it did but not for long.... With my salary as a baker i only could survived myself & can't even help my family. I felt ashame at first but my parent said, it doesn't matter whether you helped us or not, the most important thing is you don't get involved with those goons (refer to as "budak tembok" or "kaki lepak"). At that time (mid 80s) the Malay Rock music was a phenomenon that create a unique new socio-culture that is so influential with youngsters. Back then if a boy who doesn't owned a guitar (aqustic), he is not a cool guy...

Fearing so with that title label, i quietly bought myself one... a made in China branded Kapok guitar & cost about RM60 (it's expensive that time). I sneek it & hide it inside my closet fearing my father... as he's a fierce person with me & my other 3 siblings. Even the neighbour thought we all get "child abused" by him... yeah right... yealling abuses...

Each time remembering my late dad i kept smilling... even his cats missed him, in the end sulking & lastly lost to "no mans" land. Maybe they missed his yelling... sort of sweet music to them...

Lastly my dad knew about the guitar (thanks to my "evil" reporting sister)... He asked me about the guitar & confiscated it.
I was so sad coz he just gave it to the trash lorry man... that man smiled for the gift... Well, there goes my RM60...

He lectured me for 3 hours & continued the next day for another 1 hour & the next day until he get bored of lecturing me about the guitar. The volume of his voice could panic anyone who passes by my house...