The day I got robbed, nearly bashed, and killed!

Called it premonition or sixth sense. But as I had written on my wall on Facebook, something felt amiss yesterday. I just felt a sense of discomfort, an uneasiness, a bad vibe you may call it, but I just don't feel right yesterday.
To me, now, exercise is like a drug. I never miss my 2 1/2 hours of kickboxing and weight lifting, and another two hours of cycling at night.
It rained in the evening. By 6.30pm, the sky had turned dark, it rained. The wind was blowing, though wearing long sleeves, I still felt the chill due to the cold weather along with the drizzling of the evening rain.
Somehow after 2 1/2 hours of intensive exercise, I tend to become rather tired, so relaxed to a point where I could just fall asleep when I shut my eyes. I told my wife that I would not go cycling as the weather was cold, and I felt like taking a rest.
But somehow, when I reached home, I would normally play with my children until it's time for them to go to bed. Then only would I head out for my cycling, at 11.30pm, and usually come back at 1.15am.
But somehow, I don't know why, I changed my mind, changed into my bicycling clothes, and started doing push ups. I usually complete 100 push ups before heading out. Just merely 5 minutes on the road, I approached a junction, where I could see a white Myvi came out from the junction despite see me passing through. He came full speed and rammed onto the back of my back wheel. I felt the jolt as the back of my bike jerk upwards. I skidded and nearly fell on the wet road. I continued riding for about 15 meters with anger building within me with such heated intensity. I cycled back to confront the driver. He refused to come out from the car. I stopped by his door, knocked on his windows and asked him to come out. He stood out, and blamed me for what happened with an excuse that my lights weren't bright enough. I switched on the light on blinking mode and it's an LED light. I was annoyed with his answer and told him that this is specifically designed for bicycle and what does he mean when he said he couldn't see me when his head light was shining right at me when he rammed me directly from the front. I sarcastically ask him whether should I buy 10 LED lights and attach them to my bike only then he would be able to see? I was tempted to ask him whether was he drunk as his speech was slurred. Then he retorted with the stupidest statement that i wasn't wearing a safety helmet. "So, you can only see me if I wear a helmet, is it????!!" I raised my voice at him. That fool just walked off
to a Chinese restaurant. This happened at 9.50pm. I noticed he was walking towards a Chinese coffee shop. Do you have dinner at 10pm? Or was he there just to buy his booze? What a Fuc**r!!!
I checked my bike for dents. Nothing. Thank God. I called my wife just to let her know what happened but asked her not to worry as I am ok.
I continue riding. Then I reached another junction. As i was blasting the music at full volume through my earphones listening to "Rage Against the machine's 'Testify'", I was passing though another junction, a car was fast approaching from the back and my left, I was at the second lane. I quickly swerved to the far left when I noticed someone swing an object near my face. It was these bloody two Indians who tried to knock me down my using their helmet to knock my head. He cursed something, which I couldn't hear as the music was playing too loud, but I knew I just escaped an attempt to rob me. He looked back, and saw me pointing my middle finger at him,"FUCK YOU!!!" I shouted at him!
Boy what a day!
By the time I reached my 16th km, I decided to go for another round. This time, I wasn't that lucky.
At I was going downhill and fast, I noticed there were several cars behind me. Then suddenly I felt a hand on my waist unhooking the buckle of my pouch. It was two Malay boys wearing black t shirts. I realized I was just being robbed. He was so swift, that I didn't feel the tug or struggle while unhooking the buckle. They must have done this a lot. The moment I saw them holding my pouch, my mind went blank, then they sped off. I prayed someone would crash into them or better yet they crash into something and DIE so I could go over, step on their body while retrieve my pouch back. My wallet with IC with my house address, RM1400, credit card, house key, Iphone, LED torch light were all inside the pouch. I was cursing "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" all the way! I spent another 45 minutes searching for them. Then I remember I've installed a GPS that would enable me to track my phone through my laptop. But it was inactivated. Cunning S.O.B! What bastards!
I wasn't being racial! But most snatch thieves are done by these race. What are these people good for. They don't study, don't work, and make a career out of vandalizing and robbing people. They ought to be lined up against a wall and be shot dead! It's just my observation. All these "Mat rempit" should be shot with a .44 so they don't grow! Bloody ass! My heart is pounding against my chest as i am writing this.
And now, I have to spend more money to change all the locks in the house. Isabelle was waiting for me back home, and my heart softens as she found out i was robbed. She actually asked me whether do i need money as she has some savings. I kissed her, and told her I don't need them.
Yesterday night, I locked my front door grill with iron locks, and slept with a 8 inch blade tucked under my pillow. In case these bastards come in, they are in for a surprise! I hardly slept at all yesterday. My eyes was wide open throughout the whole night.
These people are what i call trash of society! We don't need them. Let the have a painful accident in their next attempt to rob, or to snatch, and some car run over them. If it's me,I'll run over them, stop, reverse and run over them again, then engage into first gear, and run over them again! Bloody Fucks!

Exciting days are approaching!

Its has been a while since the last time I've updated my blog. There are so many things to write about!
First of all, out of no reason, and on my three children's request, they developed this sudden urge for cake, not ordinary cake, but the ones with cartoon characters on it. I have no idea how or why did they suddenly felt the need for it. So,
Of all the cartoon characters, my wife had to get the most irritating character of all, Sponge Bob! Notice the missing feet? That's because "someone" couldn't resist and took a bite out of it! While Isabelle and Natalie watches Sponge Bob, Leonidas looked at the cake with a weird look on his face, wondering what is this hideous looking thing!
"That has got to be the ugliest looking "thing" I ever seen!"
This year, Natalie is three years old. We enrolled her for kindergarten which Isabelle previously attended. As usual, every year during graduation, the kindergarten would organize a concert performed by the students, starting from the youngest, then to the oldest.
Natalie had to dress up like Minnie Mouse and perform to the song "Hey Mickey".

Was it just me or is that an upset looking face?........over the costume?

My three year old!!!! Previous few years was Isabelle performing while Natalie would be sitting excitingly watching the older sister performing. Now it's vice versa.

In just 2 years time, this guy will be in kindergarten. Precocious little Leonidas who goes "bang bang and piao piao" (pretending to shoot at me) each time he sees me, and i have to to act silly and play along by dropping my bag and lie on the floor as if being shot.
Whenever I need to get our groceries, there are times when we feel rather lazy to drive all the way to 1Utama, so we'll head to Desa Park City instead. You know how there are times when to promote how good a product is, they would associate it with your health, there are times when they try to convince the gullible consumers. But there are times when they don't get their facts right and ended up contradicting themselves?
Like this for example....

I agree the fact that watermelon may be highly nutritious. Do they know what is a diuretics? Diuretics are chemical that enhances dehydration by removing water from the body through urination, Eg. Diuretics being used in congestive heart failure to alleviate the burden on the heart and to prevent accumulation of excessive fluids in the lungs.
It states that it's high water content is great for "rehydration?"---I think it should be dehydration!!!
Ok, forget about this.
Now, as I am trying to get back in shape, I've been lifting weights 2 hours every day, and managed to increased my muscle tone and bulk now. But I think I am overdoing it. It felt like drug. I tend to get withdrawals and "something" amiss if I don't exercise even for a day, or if I start late in exercising.
Then once I get back home at 9pm, i would spend quality time with my children, put them to sleep, then go for my 20 km bicycling at 11.30pm!
Ladies and gentleman, may i present to you my grossly overpriced bicycle.

This is my RM3800 mountain bike. I actually went to the shop to get a second opinion and ask how much on average would a mountain bike cost? "You can get one from RM500" My jaw dropped! "Then the high end ones would cost around RM1500" I nearly fainted! But I told him I got mine for RM3800!!! I was relieved when he told me probably because I got a double geared bike which is used in jungle cycling for hardcore bicycling. That would cost easily that much. I felt much better as I thought I was cheated!
The Trek 3700, the same brand of bike the world champion Lance Armstrong rode during his 7 years reign as the world champion. I did some research on Wikipedia and went to Trek.com and realized that this bike is fully imported. They produced the world lightest bicycle in the world weighing only 1.26kg. And since my headlight went "kaput" after the battery leaked and spoiled the components inside, my dear wife got me a new headlights. How sweet of her.
When I bought the bicycle, that guy knew there ain't no jungle in KL for me to go jungle tracking on my bike, so why the heck did he sell me a "for jungle riding bicycle"?

A double geared bike specifically designed for jungle riding. I should have done my research and do more survey before purchasing the bike.
I didn't know whether the shop keeper was bullshitting me or what when he told me the bike is made from titanium. Yes! Titanium, the material used to make the space shuttle! I did some research and i found out there are custom made bicycle made by titanium which is 6 times stronger than steel but a lot lighter.
Well, remember my previous post where I wrote about attending Jacky Cheung's 2 previous concert with my wife? Well, he will be coming again this December, and guess what!!!???
I got the tickets for it. And this time, it's at the VVIP section, on the second row!!!!!
My friend bought the tickets, but later on found out he couldn't attend the concert as she needs to fly to US with her hubby. So, we got it from her! All I can say is......"Hooooooooooooooooooooooot!!!!!!!"

Why am I so aggresive in creating awareness on cervical cancer?

I may have written about this in a post long time ago, but I completely understand if new readers are reluctant in reading every post that I wrote. It gets bored after a while.
Today, creating awareness among women on the availability of cancer prevention has become more of a personal crusade rather than merely a doctor's responsibility. Even if I am able to reach out to a single person, it's a personal achievement for me.
It all started back in 2006 when the first vaccine, Gardasil came into the market. I didn't pay much attention to it. All I knew back then was that the vaccine is to prevent cervical cancer,and it's way too expensive. It cost RM800+ per jab. It was a challenge to explain to parents of young girls as the public perceptions on cervical cancer back then is associated with sexual promiscuity, which later i found out it's not true. The mere suggestion of prevention of "cervical cancer" angered many parents who storm out of the clinic, which obviously left me flabbergasted.
After a while, I gave up promoting Gardasil(I am glad to think about it now).
Then 2008, when Cervarix came into the market, it was comparatively cheaper, yet it's still expensive. Though it's about RM400 per jab, but how many working class people can afford to take the jab, and considering the public awareness about cervical cancer is so low not only among the public but the doctors as well.
I didn't take it so seriously initially, until one day when a man came for treatment of his sorethroat. Somehow I can't remember how our conversation ended talking about his wife. His eyes turned red and tears trickled down his cheeks. His wife just passed away merely 3 months ago due to cervical cancer, despite her Pap Smear report stated everything was normal. He doesn't know who to blame and I doubt she would ever have a closure as her wife did her annual Pap smear religiously. He started to cry right in front of me. Claiming that the world is unfair to him. Why was his wife taken away from him and his two young children. She was just 43 years old.
I felt for him. It affected me, badly. When he left, I was sitting on the chair, contemplating on what he mentioned to me. A full grown man, crying in front of me. His statement about how unfair God was to him for taking his wife away despite the medical report stated everything was normal. How was it possible?
This wasn't the first case. 2 months later, I had 2 similar cases where sister of the deceased questioned me who to blame? Similar case. Normal Pap Smear report, but 6 months later, passed away due to cervical cancer.
Since then, I begin to do my own research online. Contacting the pharmaceutical company requesting for data on death due to cervical cancer. I was shocked to find out that cancer is rated as the second highest among the causes of death in women, and cervical cancer was rated number 2 after breast cancer.
Then I realized how significant the discovery of cervical cancer prevention vaccine is. It's revolutionary, life saving, and marks a milestone in the field of medicine. Progress has been gradual throughout the years, but with the discovery of such vaccine, it marked the progress by leaps and bounds. Perhaps in future, the other progress that carries similar significance and importance in its impact on human is perhaps the discovery of cure for AIDS.
I may not have felt fully the pain, but I do understand its degree, and it's effect not only on the patient but also the caretaker and family member as well.
Last year, my aunt who was 52 years old came to me with jaundice. Immediately my heart sank as I mentioned to her the most probable cause of jaundice at her age. Pancreatic cancer was the top of the list. I referred her to Selayang Hospital for a CT Scan to confirm my diagnosis. I prayed and hoped I was wrong. I prayed hard that I was merely overzealous and over did on my diagnosis. 2 weeks later, the report came out. The thing that I dreaded the most came out to be true. She had a pancreatic tumour that blocked her hepatic duct, and it has spread to the adjacent blood vessel, hence surgery is out of the question. When I saw her for the first time, she was a hefty 83kg lady, but 9 months later when she passed away, she was merely 35kg.
It was the painful 9 months of seeing her dying day by day. She comes to my clinic nearly every week for IV infusion as she constantly gets dehydrated. She was constantly in pain, couldn't sleep, every position she sits was uncomfortable. Her remaining life was miserable.
I was there by her deathbed. She passed away as 2.45am. The impact on my uncle was tremendous.
He was psychologically, mentally, and emotionally in a wreck. He would burst out into tears whenever he's alone, suffered from insomnia, often woke up hourly drenched in sweat, talks to his deceased wife's photograph, visits her grave on a daily basis. He was hospitalized 3 times for not eating and ended up with bleeding ulcers.
I saw the way my uncle suffered. I made a decision to create an awareness and promote prevention of cervical cancer a personal crusade. I believe a person is already dead on the inside the moment they've been told to have cancer.
I offered the cheapest price for cervical vaccination in KL, or even perhaps the nation. I don't intend to make a profit out of this life saving vaccine. I created a blog purely for women to read and gain more knowledge from the comfort of their own home as I understand how reluctant they can be when approaching a male doctor.
Then the worst case scenario happened to me personally. My father was diagnosed with lung cancer 8 months ago. he is undergoing chemotherapy. I was depressed. I became a different person. I became withdrawn, often cry alone in the clinic. I lost my faith on God. My father is a God loving man, he does tremendous amount of charity work, donated a dialysis machine, and drive for 1 1/2 hours every week to a spastic centre where the resident would be covered with feces and urine, and my dad would wash and clean them up, bathe them, feed them, and dressed them up. He has been doing that without fail for the past 12 years. Prior to that, twice weekly for 20 years, both my parents would go to the hospital just to spend time talking to patients, to cheer them up. He doesn't smoke, nor drink. There's isn't anyone in the family who has cancer. My dad was the first. I questioned God. After three decades for being such a humble servant, WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN TO HIS????
I was depressed that i shut myself up. I don't communicate with my wife or children after work. My mind was in dark, evil, and tempting places do so silly things. There were days where 4-5 days would pass by without taking a single meal. I ignored the hunger. I lost 20kg within 3 months.
Time heals everything. But my life was hell then. I was about to trash the prayer's alter at home. I was in the prayers room, hand was tightened into a fist, was about to smash everything up, until my three year old came into the room. Sensing something wrong, she innocently asked me," What's wrong,daddy?" I was in tears. She immediately hugged my leg. I gave her a tight hug while crying my heart out. Immediately, I calmed down.
I knew then I needed help, badly. I opened up to my wife, my parents, and I am not ashamed to admit that I was seeing a therapist to talk about my depression.
I bought a punching mannequin where I would punch till my hands bleed despite covering my hands with multiple layers of crepe bandages and wore a MMA approved glove. I was still angry. With each punch I would ask myself WHY! WHY! Even with a loaded gun wouldn't solve my problem.I can't
But the moment i opened up to my wife and my parents, they started to understand the reason for my changed behaviour and mood swings. I was emotional, and my mind was constantly filled with filth.
I accepted the fact that my dad has cancer today. And the best thing that I can do right now is to spend more quality time. Live life day by day. The past is the past and there ain't nothing you can do about it, the future is unpredictable. The only thing that we can truly call our own is the present.
I started to see things differently from a different perspective. I am a happy person, genuinely happy.
I started appreciating the vivid colours of the flowers outside of my house, the early chirps of birds seem to greet me in the morning while walking towards my car, and the branches of trees seem to wave hi to me.
I've been to hell and back. Nobody would believe I lost 20kg within 3 months, except for my parents and wife. Everyone thought I was on diet or on some diet pills. But do you think dieting and diet pills would not make you lose weight so fast.
What I am trying to convey to fellow readers is that there are illnesses that exist today that doesn't have cure. But when you have a preventive measure available, please make use of it. It would be a crying shame to be diagnosed with cervical cancer when there are methods to prevent and detect it at an early stage.
Please do not be ignorant. Ignorant ain't bliss in such matters. Cervical cancer though today is ranked third as the cause of death, nevertheless there are over 5 million new cases in ASIA pacific alone... ANNUALLY.
Please ladies, get your vaccination today. Don't procrastinate anymore. There are many cancers that affect humans, but when it's ranked 3rd and there is a method to prevent it, prevent it then.

OM

In Hinduism, the Sanskrit word OM is a sacred word that represents the universal sound that fuels the mechanism that keeps the cosmos moving. It also represent the Trimuthi, the three Gods in Hinduism,
Brahma, Vishnu, and Lord Shiva. (the Creator, the maintainer, and the destroyer)
I've always felt like a Buddhist and a Hindu deep within me. Partly because I delved into the teachings of Hinduism since my teenage years. I've studied the Bhagavad Gita,both volumes.
I've wanted the symbol of OM tattooed on me for 14 years, and since i thought I've had the undying passion for it, it must be a calling. It must be something right.
The only thing that kept me from doing so was afraid of my parent's reaction.
After 14 years, I've kept the urge suppressed, until one day I couldn't tolerate it anymore. I even painted the symbol OM and hung it right next to my Medical degree.
Finally, I my OM permanently tattooed on my arm.

New Clinic Signboard

It's been more than three years since the "Feng Shui" master told us that the signboard of my clinic should have red writing with blue background. Personally, I totally disagree, but coming from a superstitious family, what to do? I get sick and fed up each time I arrive for work looking at the ugly and inconspicuous signboard.
What's more idiotic was that the "Feng Shui" fella pasted the wrong fax number on the signboard!! What the hell of a mistake for a person who does signboards. The bigger mistake was we gave him the contract to renovate the clinic, which was grossly overcharged! RM170K for renovation with lousy and cheap material used in the clinic. What a bas****!....
Check out the fax number. It's supposed to be 62731678. And what is the number he posted????????
Enough is enough. This bluish background with red writing isn't only inconspicuous, damn downright hideous!
I don't mean to be a racist, but I truly apologize to the public who interpreted my statement as one. I I do cosmetics and general medicine, and I don't apply for panels, a lot of people who walk pass this clinic thinks this clinic is ran by Malay doctor.
I've had it! It's time to get a professional to redesign the board. And today is the installation day.
You have no idea how glad I was when the old board was finally removed. Even an empty space seemed less irritating and painful to look at.
Now, this is just the sideboard. And I could spot the word "Klinik" even while I was about 300 meters away on the main road. Now that my name is written on the signboard, now the public knows I am a Chinese. With my surname written during the Sung dynasty as the clinic logo.
Only God knows how happy and glad I was when I saw the main board being put up.
Yeah,man!!!! It's a Chinese doctor, dear public! From the feedback that I've got, mainly two complaints from the public. First, since my clinic opened about 4 years ago, residents who stays nearby doesn't even know there is a clinic on this block. Secondly, they thought I was a Malay!!!!
The main signboard.
Compare this to this
Isn't it obvious which is more presentable???

An angel among men

Do you believe in angels and fairies?
They walked among man, you and I do not see
Emanating soothing aura when they are near
Saving troubled souls with their presence here

God broke the mold that made them
So there will never be another as perfect that overwhelms
They have invisible golden wings to soar the sky
I've met one who held my hand when she flies

I've experienced heaven when she's near
I soared the sky so freely without fear
A feeling that transcends all humanly feeling
I'm so happy, wishing I wasn't just dreaming

first time our eyes met
my heartbeat hastened, heavenly feeling that I felt
She looked at me and gave me a smile
I was mesmerized, time stood still for a while

I think about the angel all the time
The feeling is so strong it remained in my mind
Thank you God for your pre destined cosmic play
I wished she would stay

Why I chose "Better Days" as theme for my blog

By now, those who reads my blog would know by now how much I love Tupac. Personally, I think he is the only rapper who raps about social injustice, racism, religion, and despite being in police custody 12 times a year, and being accused for sexual assault, I personally felt it's more of social discrimination, a stereotypical impression society has for rappers, automatically associate them with violence, crimes, hatred, and all the negative values.
Before his fame, (and misfortunes) unlike a typical child, his childhood was filled with struggle and difficulties. Until the day of his demise, he doesn't really know who his real biological father was. He was born in jail as his mother was a member of the infamous Black Panther back in the 60s-70s, and the moment he was born, he was handed over to his aunt.
From a very young age, he delved into the studies of arts, poetry, memorizes words by words poems written by famous poets. He was artistic, very much into Vincent Van Gogh, even wrote a poem dedicated to him.
Before money and fame, he was a real artist, expressed his feelings purely through poetry, and while in the penitentiary, he wrote over 200 songs which only a few made it into 2 albums.
While in jail, he studied Buddhism, Hinduism, and even the Quran. His view on God was simply unique and mind blowing.
" If the churches gives away half of what they got, things would be alright. In fu**ing New York, they are building church taking up the whole block! Why would you need golden ceiling to talk to God? Why would you need fancy colourful windows to talk to God, when there are homeless people living on the street?"
I have all 9 of his albums, including 3 of his double CD compilations. One particular song was near and dear to my heart, hence i used it as the theme for my personal blog. As well as his first poem, " The Rose the Grew from Concrete" where he described his struggle in growing up despite the hardships that he faced.

""Better Dayz"

Lookin for these better days
Better days, heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
Better days! Better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days

[Verse One]
Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smokin weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids
wanna try now, they lie down and get ran through
Nobody watched 'em clockin the evil man do
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearin victims screamin
Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
Cause even our birthdays is cursed days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
I'd love to see the block in peace
With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast
And only we can change
It's up to us to clean up the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his family, but what could I say?
Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better days

Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days

[Verse Two]
Thinkin back as an adolescent, who would've guessed
that in my future years, I'd be stressin
Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted
Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with
Tryin to keep my head up and stay strong
All my homies slangin llello all day long, but they wrong
So I'm solo and so broke
Savin up for some Jordan's, cause they dope
I got a girl and I love her but she broke too, and so am I
I can't take her to the place she wanna go to
So we argue and play fight, all day and night
Makin passionate love 'til the daylight
Plus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent
Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friend
Tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed
So many blessings while we stressin
Lookin for them better days

For better days, better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days

[Verse Three]
Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools
Since back in high school, we was true, me and you
Hardly parted or seperated, we stayed faded
Affiliated with gangbangers and still made it
Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him
Still dressin like grown men when rollin
I went to dark, smokin Newports, gamin marks
Got a place in my heart, homey stay smart
Locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
Hopin you well, I know it's hell
Doin time in the cells, you need mail, when you in jail
And me I'm doin cool
I settled down, had a family, workin in night school
Every once in a while, I reminisce
And wonder how we ever came to this
I miss the better days

Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. I'm thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days

I send this one out, to all the homeboys down in uh, Clinton lockdown
Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with, hehe
E Block, F Block, lower H
N-I-C in Rikers Island, downstate
All the peoples I met along the way
Better days is comin homeboy, keep your head up

Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. uhh, lookin for the better days
Better days, better days, lookin for the better days
Heyyy! Hahaha.."

I sincerely hope you are able to appreciate his music, and listen to the lyrical significance of his compositions. By the way, out of all his several hundred songs that he rapped in all his album, it was all written and composed by him. Now, to write a good song, with in depth significant meaning, and mind stimulating, that's a skill that not many people possesses.
"My biggest fear of death is to come back reincarnated."-- Tupac Amaru Shakur(1971-1996)

Unlike some other commercial rapper who's video depicts them riding Lamborghini, living in mansions with their "homies", travel by private jet, what music that sucks both in tune and carries no meaning at all!
I ain't mentioning names, but compared to Tupac, they ain't crap!

P***y talks without his mouth moving, what is that? Is he suffering from bilateral Bell's Palsy?
The compilation of poems he wrote when he was 19 years old. Leila Steinberg, and American dancer, poet,artist, educator,writer,singer , and a dancer wrote in the introduction of Tupac's poetry compilation, " Tupac's accomplishments,in twenty five, far surpass what most people do in three of his lifetimes."
I admit I listen to Jay-Z, but NEVER once I listen to the entire CD without skipping most of the songs. His theme are mostly about how rich he is, how easily to have beautiful (low IQ) women, money ain't a big deal for him, and all those crap. I admit he is a successful rapper, but a person who truly appreciates music listens to the lyrics and determines whether the song has much or ANY substance in it. For example, this piece of crappy song carries no positive message.

Listening to this "piece of crap" makes me wanna smash my laptop instead of just shutting it off. Even music without words, classical music like Johann Sebastian Bach's Air on G string soothes your senses as the tune assails into your ears.

I can't help it, but most rappers (not all) can't rap for sh**! Puffy and 50 cents sounded as if they need speech therapy. Jay-Z just simply has to cut down on the "flashy" stuff. The Game needs to tone down on his "gangster theme".
Little Wayne....nuff said.
Try to survive watching this crap! I couldn't even take it by the time he rapped the third sentence.

Hey, don't get me wrong. I ain't promoting Tupac or anything like that. It's just that I am merely expressing my opinion and to try to change the wrong perception society has on him.

This is my blog

Blogging is a form of self expression. I express my interest, feelings both highs and lows, likes and dislikes and daily happenings through my blog without care much of the consequences. Why? Because this is my blog. This is my story. I am documenting my life's event onto this digital diary that last forever, and whenever I read some of my old post, I would clearly remember what happened that particular day, the feelings that I felt, and reminisce upon it.
Music. Is another form of self expression. I listen to them instead of just hearing them now. For the past few years, I emphasize on the lyrical significance rather than merely the beats. That's why I hate techno, stop listening to POP, and I started studying poetry, lyrics from grudge music(ALICE IN CHAINS) which carries so much hidden messages, Nirvana, rock group like Third Eye blind, and strictly only Tupac in rap genre. The other rappers are a bunch of junk, though occasionally I listen to Jay Z and Kanye West.
Tupac's poem is used as studying material in UC Berkeley in their literature and arts classes. From time to time, I will post some of my all time favourite songs that I listen to nearly everyday.

John Legend- Ordinary People

Kanye West featuring Adam Levine-Heard -em say

U2-Bad(YOU NEED TO CHECK OUT THE LYRICS FOR THIS SONG!!!)

One-U2(my all time favourite)

U2-Pride(could refer to Jesus or Martin Luther King Jr)

Check out their lyrics, study them, and you'll understand why I love these songs so much.

Dearest Isabelle

Each of my three children has got their own personality. Isabelle is rather expressive through music, and writing,stubborn, artistic,soft hearted, but at times demanding.(Geez... sounds like she inherited all these characteristics from me), Natalie is obedient,helpful, forever curious, extremely loving, but temperamental, while Leonidas is precocious, demanding, also temperamental, exertive, and at a such a tender age, he knew how to express his feelings.
Perhaps all these years, everything was done for little Isabelle. There are times she procrastinate in doing her chores, homework (but I don't blame her as she doesn't have time to enjoy her childhood, since studying in Chinese school, she has abundance of homework, then her daily Kumon homework- doing at least standard 5-6 level maths at the age of 7, ballet, and piano classes.) I sincerely don't blame her whenever I see her low in morale, or feeling fatigue and tired of doing homework. I have to admit that she hardly has time for herself. But she finds ballet and piano lesson rather enjoyable and relaxing. Though I am not musically trained, but I appreciate music deep within my soul. I self taught myself piano and guitar, but I can't read notes. I always emphasize to her that he can't just simple bang the keyboard away whenever she plays the piano, but she has to feel the music. Use the heart to appreciate and have develop an emotion based upon the music that she plays. She would definitely appreciate music better if she plays the piano when feelings and emotions are involved.
There are times she gets pretty stubborn and refuses to talk to us whenever she is upset over our decision on her. But at the end of the day, instead of talking to us, she would write a letter or a note and slip in into our bag expressing her feelings. Though her spelling needs improvement, the point is that she expresses herself so well, and I am proud of her. I can't remember ever doing that as I wasn't that proficient in English at 7 years old.
She's been looking forward to her friend's birthday party tomorrow so much that she's been asking our permission whether she could attend it since last week.
But since she lacked in her chores and homework, initially as a punishment, we refused. No TV, no wasting time, she has to learn to be more responsible. Yesterday, my wife had a good talk to her on the rationale for not allowing her to go for the party and the necessity for her punishment. I woke up this morning, and found this note slipped under our door.

Dear mommy,
Please can I go to my friend's house and I really really really really want to go to my friend's house all my friends at school come to Yu En's birthday party and only two people go to Natasha's birthday party.It's me and Pin Shin.

Feelings
Just now when I woke up I was still crying I was going down to calm myself down it didn't work . I still feel sad/heart pain. Last night when you tried to help me it worked a bit but I was still crying the whole night.
Please I really want to go to my friend's house. I really really want to go.
Circle YES or NO

YES/NO
Write here why.
And I replied: Isabelle, we are happy that you wrote to tell us how you feel. But mummy and daddy will see your progress today. If you do everything that we told you to do, then we'll decide tonight. SO BEHAVE YOURSELF TODAY. Always be a good girl.

Our heart softens the moment I showed the letter to my wife. We'll probably let her go. As I got downstairs to go for work, she was sitting on the floor, quite and had this pitiful look on her face. I told her to finish up her Kumon and do what needs to be done for the day. Don't make mummy upset.
There are times when we need to be firm to our decisions. But seeing our children sad and disappointed do upset us deep down. But we need to put on a mask, that we aren't easily manipulated by these three munchkins.
I was impressed with Natalie yesterday when I took her home from Kumon, and before she enters the house, she looked at all the shoes outside the door being so disorganized, at the age of three, she asked me to wait! Then one by one, she took all the shoes and arranged them pair by pair, side by side. I was so happy for her that I carried her and gave her kisses all over the face.
Indeed I am blessed with a wonderful family.

Intensive exercise to increase arm size

During my uni years, I was athletic, health freak, and obsessed with the gym. I would spent 3 hours every single day in the gym. A day without exercising felt I've missed something, where the day wasn't complete. Even if I had to go at night, I would, otherwise I would feel incomplete. I was consuming 12-16 egg whites per day, just to increase my protein intake. I participated in several bodybuilding competition. My gym partner happened to be Mr. Sabah who was doing his dentistry course then. Though he had more experience in competitive bodybuilding, thanks to him I've gained much tips and experience in weight lifting and muscle building techniques.
I came to know that humans are divided into two categories based upon the types of muscles they predominantly have. It's either fast fibers, Eg Sprinters, gymnast, and slow fibers Eg, Body builders.. That would explain why some individuals excel in sprinting with their nimble and fast twitching muscles, while some weight lifter see fast and significant hypertrophy or increased in their muscle size in just a short span of time compared to other individuals.
However, I guess I am lucky enough to possess both types of muscles equally. Before I started weight lifting and gained weight, I was more of a sprinter. Though not professionally trained, I could do more than 40 sit ups within 30 seconds, run 100 meters in less than 12 seconds flat, at 5ft 9inches, my sprint was high that I could actually grab the basketball ring, represented Kedah in volleyball at the age of 15, thanks to my daring attitude to join the the adult state and national players every Friday evenings in a sports club in Kulim. I was the youngest player then. While playing under the 15 years old category, I was confident that we could win the tournament as my confident was always sky high. I felt high, as if I was drugged. I had the same attitude even when I played under the 18 years old category. We were intimidating. We screamed and shouted each time we scored and spiked.
During my uni years, as I mentioned earlier, I started swimming, playing badminton, (thanks to my volleyball background, it made me quite an agile badminton player), but the moment I switched to body building, I guess my slow twitching muscle developed more than those of fast twitching once. I hit the gym 3 hours, go back, take my shower, and again spent another 1 hour on my personal dumb bell.
From my first competition, I've learned that it wasn't the size that matters, but rather the muscle definition. Whether your muscles are well formed, how you pose. It was a torture during the entire tournament. We had to stop drinking water to keep ourselves dehydrated so as our skin wouldn't retain any water that would bloat our body,hence decrease the definition of muscle.
However, the moment I came back from India, the moment I started serving with the government, as a houseman, there are times where we have to work for 36 hours straight when you are on call. 24 hours during the day you are on call plus another 12 hours the next day. There was hardly any time to do any form of exercise. My house wasn't a home. Often i would come back home, and before bathing and change my clothes, I would excuse myself to take a break on the sofa, which often ended up sleeping till the very next morning.
That was housemanship. While doing my posting in Klang General Hospital, for 4 months, I lost weight, my muscles turned to fats, I lost the well defined body shaped I once had. ( i don't mean to brag but at one time, I regretted taking up body building as it requires daily exercise to maintain your muscle tone)
By the time I reach home often after 10pm, I was chuck my bags aside, lay on the sofa, then wake up at 4.30am the next morning to drive all the way to Klang.. I had to leave early first to avoid the traffic that builds up early in the morning, and had to reach the hospital and punch in before 7.00am, even if its 7.01am, you get called to the head of department's office just to get unnecessary degrading comments and warnings.(my middle finger to you Dr.Ng) yeah, you got that right! BOTH MY MIDDLE FINGERS UP YOURS!!!!!! YOU PSYCHOTIC LADY! GET A LIFE!
I couldn't take the posting in Klang General Hospital, and I requested a transfer to Kuala Lumpur General Hospital for the rest of my posting, and it was there that I completed my housemanship and 3 years of compulsory government service. Though being a fully registered medical officer is relatively less stressful compared to being a houseman, the working hours remained the same nevertheless as there are certain department that doesn't accept houseman. Example,Urology,Neurology,Plastic Surgery, and Emergency and Accident Department.
I had no time to exercise, and I lose all my muscle definition.
My biceps and triceps has lost its definition and shape. Though I still had the bulk, but it has become nimble and soft.
This photo was taken couple of years ago.
About less than 1 month ago, I totally changed my lifestyle. I cut down on my carbohydrate, fat, and sugar intake, no more midnight snacks, started kickboxing and daily intense weight lifting again, and since I work 6 days a week, I cycle in the morning, and again for another 25km in the evening on Sundays.
This photo was taken today.
I got back my definitions and tone for my triceps, and a little on my biceps.
Since I've started exercising intensely and routinely, my arm and forearm has not only gained back its original definition and tone, but also increased by 2 inches.
I am convinced you need not join any fancy gym to exercise. All I got is a punching mannequin, and a pair of 8kg dumb bell. Most people joined the gym not purely for exercising, but also socializing. I have several friends who joined the gym just to get to know girls. What??????.......I mean I've never been to any Malaysia's very much commercialized gyms, but aren't gyms normally separated between women from the men? I don't know, never been to one.
I am keeping myself fit and healthy, and not training for competition or anything like that. My dad who is approaching 71 years old, could do 100 push ups at 1 go!
I guessed I must have inherited his side of gene. He represented Pahang in interstate Athletics meet, and he ran in Merdeka Stadium witnessed by the late Tunku Abdul Rahman, back then, before the SI system was introduced, it was 100 yards, instead of 100 meters. (100 yards =92 meters) which my dad held the record at 9.2 seconds, which i predict by today's standard at 100 meters, he could have ran in less than 11 seconds. Unfortunately, all the records was wiped off when they changed to SI system, much to the frustration of my dad.
I am not trying to blot about my past, but rather reflecting upon my past. I've been through my prime, down in the gutter, crawling on my knees, and learn to walk again. It's not only physical transformation, but more importantly the psychological and mental aspect in life that gets reflected on our behaviour and physique.
All of us have our own unique way to psyche ourselves up to get the enthusiasm to exercise. No doubt I do feel lazy at times, but I promise myself that I will stay healthy mentally and physically for the sake of my family and myself. I listen to Steven Ray Vaughn's version of Voodoo Child, Rage Against the Machine, Oasis, Tupac, Jay-Z. I close my eyes, put the music on full blast,listen to it for a few minutes,and before you know it, your energy level surges ups so much that you just need to release it.
Initially I get tired and fatigue after punching the mannequin for just 15 minutes, but now I could do it for 1 1/2 hours, then followed by another hour on the weights. Previously when I just started back, I could only do 2 sets of 10 repetitions, but today, after my muscles adapted, i have no problems with 10 sets of 10 repetitions on my deltoids with lateral raise, biceps with biceps curls, and triceps curls.
Keep the music on. Take about 1 minute of break in between sets. You would be surprise with how fast you are able to improve in terms of strength and transformation of physique.
With cerebral vascular accidents like stroke, and heart attacks as the leading cause of death for both man and woman, we ought to keep ourselves healthy at all times. There is no warning before heart attack or stroke.

How well do you know your neighbour?

What's rather disappointing is the relationships between neighbors especially is places in KL. You may stay in a particular area for years yet, you don't develop any friendship or try to get to know, or at least identify who are your neighbors.
As I am staying in Bandar Sri Damansara, right in front of my house is a playground. I came back after work around 9.30pm and immediately took both my MP5 and M4 to the playground to release some stress.
I've been staying in this area for the past 12 years, and bloody hell, a few of my neighbors who live at the opposite site of the playground got curious and came out to have a good look at me. I wasn't wearing anything shabbily. I was still on my long sleeve and long pants on.
As I was firing my M4 at one of the plastic object on the playground, the guard came and approached me.
"Encik, mana encik tinggal?" I just pointed at my house directly at my back, and my car park right behind me. "Ada orang komplain orang luar datang dengan senapang!"
Bahlol! Bangang! Kepala otak engkau! I thought to myself! What kind of neighbors do i have who see me walking out from my house every morning, and couldn't identify me? Where is their common sense? Do you think anyone with a right mind would think a civilian can own a sub machine gun or an assault rifle? It's mandatory death sentence in Malaysia!
Even if I do own the real thing, do you think I would fire them in public? And instead of loud exploding sound of real gun fire, it was merely a snapping sound! Where is their common sense? Opps I forgot, common sense isn't that common after all!
Lousy nosy neighbors!

Something for you to ponder and think......

I started listening to Tupac's songs about 6 years ago. And since then, all the 9 albums that I've got, I asked my wife to get me a second copy of all the 9 albums while visiting her sister in Canada. The reason? Because the copy, though it's original CD, its censored.
A lot of people the moment they hear the name Tupac, the first thing that pops in their head is violence, sex, drugs, racism, hatred, menace to society,gangsterism,etc.
But you need to delve into his lyrics, study what he wrote, his poetry written at the age of 19 before the money and fame were all written reflecting his idealistic thoughts, poverty, and I can actually feel what he wrote, and relate to it.
Just listen to the interview, and ponder and think about it. Contemplate upon his reasoning. Do you think his ideas and philosophy is from a drug influenced menace or from a modern day philosopher. Think about it. Listen carefully to his words.

Come home

Lately I've been listening to this song
Reminiscing the past all day long
You've left to forget the past
I pray for forever happiness in your life

Troubles in life is temporary
I've faced the same trust me
Soon you'll be walking 10 feet tall
We will stand up again after a fall

I don't know if you'll be back
"Symposium" is still in my mind, do you know that?
When your new life has begun
Don't forget me, that's all that I want

I can see you walking with head held up high
You'll be at the top again, you know why?
You're a friend whom God sent
You're an angel who walk among men.

Are you nuts?

About 4 years ago, I bought a mountain bike for RM3800. It's overpriced. Partly because I got it directly from the supplier who sells his racer bicycle to the Malaysian squad for SEA games and Olympic qualifying rounds. I could easily have bought a motorbike for a lesser price.
So, with the amount of money spent on a bike with 7 gear on the rear wheel and 3 gear on the front, enthusiastically I started cycling around my housing area every morning at 7am.
The road was slippery and once I nearly met with a fatal accident where I break and skidded to avoid an idiot who drove out from the junction despite seeing me approaching, I fell, and there was a car behind me who break just in time before running me over.
Both my knees where bleeding and contaminated with sand and soil. That bloody car just drove off.
Immediately, I got up, rode my bicycle home, drove my car to the nearest clinic in Kepong to get my wound cleaned.
If only I knew what the doctor was about to do! As a doctor myself, which I didn't reveal to the doctor in the 24 hours clinic, instead of cleaning my contaminated wound with normal saline and flavin solution(an antiseptic), he used a dry gauze and begin to wipe the soil and sand away. I nearly gave him a tight slap there and then. I left the clinic, dissatisfied, and did a more thorough cleaning on my own, this time, I sprayed from local anesthetics onto the surface of the wound first.
Since then, I procrastinate whenever I was about to ride the bicycle. I left the bicycle for 3 3/4 years before I started actively and routinely cycle again. Well, I've been doing a lot of weights, and boxing lately, and would only cycle during weekend morning and evening, or after work at night. Normally I would be so pooped that I feel like getting a heart attack after cycling around the housing area of 5km.
But yesterday evening, some misunderstanding happened at home, and seeing my dad being sad really angered me. I remembered what my therapist told me, once you are stressed or upset, get out from where you are, go for a cup of tea, McDonalds, or do some outdoor activity. I immediately changed into my cycling pants, my sleeveless shirt, brought my Iphone, switched on Rage Against the Machine in full blast, and started cycling. I was angry, frustrated, and disappointed. However, I learned to channel the negative feelings into something productive. I ignored my weakened and tired thighs. I told myself repeatedly its all in the mind. From 5.30pm until 7pm, I cycled non stop and covered over 25km. Guerrilla Radio kept my energy surged at a all time high. I wanted to continue on until my wife called my phone to remind me that we've scheduled for dinner with my in laws at 7pm in a vegetarian restaurant in Kepong. I stopped by the main road, hesitant about going home. I cycled a little longer, until I saw something that immediately amused me. By the time I was around 50 meters away from what I saw, I've decided to turn back to snap a picture of it to share with you guys.
Though I was sure this advertisement was pasted by a loan shark, but man, even if you are desperate, would you approach this guy who advertised his service, with Mr.Bean's face on it? You've got to be nuts to approach this dude, dude!!!!

Need I say more?

Yesterday....
Today.....

Am I exercising or merely punishing myself?

As usual, I spent around 1 1/2 hours on the punching mannequin before doing weights. Though my muscle still sore from yesterday's session, I felt I need to release some steam that was building within me.
I placed layers of crepe bandages, before putting on the gloves. Today, I was listening to Jimmy Hendrix's Voodoo Child repeatedly while punching the mannequin. Something made me punch harder, I was drenched in sweat, dead tired but I kept on. The more i punch, the angrier I got. I asked myself whether was I exercising or merely punishing myself by punching harder and harder. Finally I was fatigued, I couldn't lift my arms anymore, and while taking the gloves off, my hands couldn't stop trembling.
Trying hard to remove the glove. Then i notice spots of blood on the crepe bandage.
Spot of blood stain at the 4th knuckle. And this is layer upon layers of crepe bandages over my skin.
My right hand. As I am right handed, naturally I punched harder with my right hand. Despite the padding and the crepe bandage, my entire forearm hurt so much that the pain radiates all the way to my elbow.
My left hand is significantly weaker than my right. But despite of that......
I questioned myself, was I exercising, or punishing myself for what has happened? Why am I doing this. But despite the pain, I continued on with the weights. I wonder whether will the mannequin or my bones will break first.

Happiness,Health,and Wealth

It has always been a habit of mine to open my clinic, switch on the air conditioner, on the clinic computers, laptop, and finally my must have cup of coffee to read the news on Yahoo. Though it shouldn't have affected me, while taking my first sip of coffee while waiting for yahoo news to load, this appeared.
I can't believe what I saw. Yes, death in the only surety in life. As a matter of fact, we begin dying the moment we were born. But I always feel sad for anyone who succumbed due to cancer, any form of cancer. I sincerely believe as a medical practitioner, anyone would have died on the inside the moment they were told to have cancer. The worst thing for anyone to know is that their days are numbered.
We was 56 when he passed away.
This reaffirms my belief that we spent our entire life in the wrong direction. Instead of seeking for happiness, we spend countless hours, years, neglect our love ones in acquisition of wealth. As the 42 wealthiest individual with assets of over USD 8 billion, we passed away without able to bring along a single cent with him.
Similarly, the legendary Alexander the Great who conquered nearly half the world died and during his burial, we requested his arms to be exposed with his palms open. This is to tell the world that despite the amount of wealth he acquired during his course of conquers and victories, he dies without able to bring any of his possessions with him.
http://www.islamcan.com/islamic-stories/story-of-alexander-the-great.shtml

As a fellow KL'ites, and teenager growing up, until the day I started working, I was always being compared to my brother in law who earned his first million at the age of 28, and today a multi millionaire practicing Cosmetic Surgery in Australia, and now my own sister, a very successful and sought after Obstetrician, I was always being compared with them. That they provide my parents thousands every month. I can't afford it as I am still struggling with my own practice. But that doesn't affect my credibility as a doctor. I had a long thought and ponder why can't I be as successful as them, then it struck me. I am good to my patient, despite of that, I am not doing well. I shouldn't have left the hospital. But I've practiced with other doctors in their clinics, and I developed close relationships with my patients. I see over 100 patients a day, and worked 7 days a week. I had no life.
I wasn't happy. I neglected my family.
I was so stressed out when i started my own practice, but somehow, things just simply didn't work out.
Then it struck me, being a good doctor doesn't mean you are a good businessman. I admit I do not know how to run a clinic, the only thing I know best is to listen, share my patient's problems, and treat them. That's all that I know. I've never thought of going out and explore other means of earning a living. I've never thought of investing. I don't play the share market. My dad prohibits me from getting involved with the share market though he earned his money from there.
My daughter asked me a few weeks ago, why aren't we as rich as my sister. But questioned her back. But are you happy? Are you happy that you have your daddy and mummy, little sister and little brother to play with. Are you happy to go to a good school. Are you happy learning piano and ballet.
Are you happy to be able to eat at your favourite restaurant every week. Are you happy to have parents who actually ask her what would she like to eat or go during weekends, and without any hesitations we would bring her there? She said yes. Innocently, she admitted that she wanted me to drive a better car, and a bigger house.
I told her whether have she ever seen me throwing away ANY of my old clothes? How many times as far as she can remember that daddy ever bought a new shirt or pants to wear? She said remember only once. But why?
Because I've developed a sentimental feeling with the things that I have. I don't have the heart to throw away my torn t-shirts. I hated buying new clothes. As a matter of fact, I never bought my own clothes. It's only whenever my wife or mum forced me to purchase new clothes once in a few years, only would I reluctantly comply.
Compare to vagabonds that i see everyday during my posting in Emergency and Accident department, I am so lucky. I am so lucky that I begin to see life from a different perspective before being too late. I am so lucky to have a beautiful and softhearted wife, who gave me three angelic and boisterous children. I am lucky that I have a roof over my head to sleep every night. I am lucky that I am able to read and write. I am lucky that I have the rationale to think right, and to see things so clearly. I am happy to be able to absorb all the happy and positive things in life. I am happy that I am able to be happy.
More importantly than wealth, he left behind a legacy that will continue to exist. No one will remember him as a rich person who passed away, but instead, a great man who had contributed to society and revolutionized our lives with his ideas and inventions. Now, isn't that more important?

My third rifle....

I bought this a few months ago, but I didn't blog about it as my attention was elsewhere. I've got a MP5 which I love so much, a G36 that spits out 450 pellets per minutes, and it's damn powerful, attached to it is a real laser, both red and green.The latter that shines a mind blowing more than a mile away, and my latest.......
Take a guess.......No it ain't a M16A2,its a M4, not just a M4, but M4 Sopmod(Used by special forces especially Navy Seals and Delta Force)
This baby comes with an already attached Picatinny rail at both sides,the bottom part of the nozzle of the rifle, as well as the top of the rifle for laser, telescopic sights, red dot scopes,etc..etc...
This baby spits out a mind blowing 550 pellets per minute, and among the three rifles that I've got, this is the most powerful, I shot a rubbish bin over 40 meters away from my house window across the road, and you can actually hear the pellet hitting the bin with clear loud smacking sound. That proves the kinetic energy the pellet has while it hits the metal bin.
Though it's just a BB rifle, all the accessories are real. Like the Bushnell telescopic sight that is attached at the top Picatinny rail.
This ain't just a normal telescopic sight, but it's Bushnell,one of the popularly used telescopic sights. Don't ask me the price. I ain't going to reveal it.
This is my second Bushnell scope, I got another more powerful scope attached to my G36, which cost me a BOMB!!!!
Please don't ask me how much this rifle cost, as I will be kicked out from the house if any of them finds out!hihihi!
Besides this new telescope, I recently got a brand new red dot scope. Again, it ain't just a red dot scope, it's "Aimpoint" red dot scopes, used by the us military and Malaysian commandos.
Finally, the foregrip of the rifle.Also imported, and the real deal. It acts as a foregrip as well as a bipod.
Guess from which country it was made?? US? Nope, Germany? Nope. Belgium?Nope. Malaysia? Hell no.
This M4 certainly is a great stress reliever. I would spent hours playing with my 18 months old son, without the pellet of course.
It can get any real that this baby. Like the real rifle, the stock is adjustable.
With the stock fully retracted, the length is significantly shorten, ideal for close quarter combat.......
Or fully extended so as it rest on your shoulder for long distance shooting.
This is certainly my baby! I recently brought it along with me to Penang, and I drew quite a large crowd as you can find anything as such in Penang. It's actually banned in Malaysia as it's made similarly to the real rifle.
I've always wanted to be in the military, but not in Malaysia. My passion for guns and rifle made me bought countless books on them.
My baby!!!