Howling for Help, Neighborhood Watch

It was exactly 1.00am. I was in my house doing my paperwork for tomorrow’s meeting. I heard a girl’s voice crying for help. She was howling and yelling, a mixture of both. It sounded like

Tolong, arghhhhh, tolong arghhhh, arghhhh, wooooo, arrrghhh, tolong… tolong, arghhhh!

I took my broken golf shaft and ran to my front lawn. My neighbor got out of his house when he saw me wandering on the orange-lighted streets.

NoktahHitam: Did you hear that?
My Neighbor: Yes. I did. I got up because of that sound
NoktahHitam: It sounded like someone is being raped
My Neighbor: Let’s do some roundings

We made 2-3 rounds, we couldn’t find anything.

NoktahHitam: It’s ok. Go have your rest. Let me do some night walking
My Neighbor: Just shout when you see anything strange

I walked and walked for almost an hour but I couldn’t find anything. I did chase a few stray dogs though.

My assumptions

1. Someone is treating hysteria - logical, the howling makes sense
2. Someone was raped - logical, it does sound like one
3. Someone was kidnapped - it would be quick and quiet
4. Some house was robbed - no way, the robber must’ve tied them up
5. Someone was watching porn on Dolby THX -no way, I know the sound of porn

So what was it?

Long ago, we had a neighborhood watch program. We each have to take turn but the program was later dissolved. Nothing really happened in our area other than millions of mosquito bites. I think we need to re-enact the program.

ps: I swear to God you can kill me if I’m making this up

pss: I don’t suppose another rape victim in my housing area?

psss: I feel like a hostel warden

pssss: I swore an oath to myself, to be a caring and loving citizen of humanity. I will do my best with these 2 hands

The House Helper Who Swept Under the Rug

Our house has a helper, she comes every week to spring clean the house. From toilets to living room, she’ll clean everything

I am always disgusted with the term ‘maid’ and the maid who lives at any house to carry out simple house chores. I love my privacy (so does my family). It’s very hard to accept a stranger living under one roof. I am no God to be served 24 hours a day

Last week, the house helper dropped my shaver. It broke into two pieces. I used a masking tape to put them together. I told her to be EXTRA careful with my stuff and never, never clean my work desk no matter how dirty or messy it was

Today, I couldn’t find my shaver. I think she threw it away, after all, it looked chummy and faulty (when it actually runs out of battery)

Now I have an excuse to grow a mustache and a goatee. What a bummer

ps: Bernard is the name that always popped out in my head when ever I see someone with beard. Ben + Beard = Bernard

pss: Like Einstein, I am messy (my work area) but I have my own system, so does he

psss: I think she felt guilty for breaking my shaver. So she ’swept under the rug’.

When Wedding Bell Rings

smile! you’re on candid camera

A quarter of a century, that’s my age. And the most common poke I get from my nearest family is, when is your turn?

Marriage is not something I want to fiddle with. Although God allow us (muslims) to have 4 wives, I think having a lady in the house is a handful.

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UM Pharmacy Night, Congrats Baizura

No, she’s not my girlfriend. She’s my cousin. Again no, she’s not available. Yeah, she won the ‘Miss Congeniality’.

Last weekend, I find myself in the midst of prom UM’s pharmacy prom night. It was rather unusual for me to attend such function (I don’t really like the idea of dressing up). I sat with my whole family, including cousins and aunt. My uncle was supposed to give a speech, but something came up, he had to attend to his priority. He was replaced by his assistant. (more…)

Defensive and Emotionless

As quoted by AngelicSinner, I have lost my touch and flare in writing as compared to my previous blog. I know, I am being all defensive and trying to play safe at NoktahHitam.

Here’s the story. I like to study my traffic, incoming, outgoing, clicks etc. Weeks ago, a peculiar domain came up and has been directing traffic to NoktahHitam ever since. Curious by nature, I visited their web. It’s my uncles’ (my dads’ friends, MCKK, Class of 74)!

A good guy or a bad guy? I don’t really care what people make of me. Life is too short to listen to critics. I want to be transparent again (at least make you believe I am).

PS: No wonder dad came to know of my secret project.
PSS: Uncles, don’t delete my blog from your website. Parents need to listen too.
PSSS: In! I know now the difference between ed-ku and NoktahHitam. yay~

Will You Be My Coach?

Muhammad, my youngest bro asked me. Having learned that I am coaching the MCKK U15 Rugby team until 2010. He wants me to coach him rugby as well. What is he thinking?

Muhammad is still early in his standard 5 and yet having a dream that one day, when he enters MCKK, he wants me to coach him. I treat him like an adult most the time (of course minus the wrestling), seldom like a kid. I would try my best to rationalize every question asked. As a coach, I am not-to-be-messed-with. So I guess I won’t be coaching them (MCKK boys) until 2010, probably longer. I don’t think I can resist tormenting my youngest family member, hahaha.

My parents have also decided to allow Muhammad to continue his second-level education at MCKK. He will be transferred to a normal school (from Al-Amin a private Islamic school) effective next year (standard 6) and will sit for UPSR there.

By the way, if Muhammad joins MCKK’s rugby squad, he will be mobile. He is big and very fast. No 8, winger, jumper or prop. Let’s just hope he nails his UPSR first.

New Hair Cut, Pengkid Style

from behind, you look like shevchenko - Muhammad

Months before, my hair was very long. It took me 7 months to grow such length. I had to cut because it took me an extra hour everyday (blow dry, shampoo & conditioner). Muhammad told me, I looked like Drogba with that hair.

Anyway, I went for another hair cut yesterday as it was getting wavier. I specifically asked for “gay boys’ cut”. When the stylist was done, I told him, it doesn’t look right. “Go back and wash your hair first, later sure look good one”, he told me. In the shower, I played with my hair, shaping it like ultraman, bart simpson and captain planet. Oohh, happy, my head feels lighter. Out of the shower, Muhammad was in the room and said,

from drogba to shevchenko and now, pengkid.

I wrestled my younger brother, giving him the ultimate choke slam (Kanes‘ move) before I put some ooze on my head. Damn, my haircut looks like a boyish girl. Grrr.