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Horse Riding

2008-08-10T14:49:00.000-07:00

After the initial shock of the first few seconds of being on the horse and trotting, the instructor hurts me yet again when he makes the horse gallop. We passed by a few houses and stables, took a right, passed a cemetery, took a left, and then finally, we were greeted by the amazing sight of the desert.

In the desert, the horse would start by taking small, slow steps, which would then be replaced by the annoying trot, after being given a stroke or two of the instructor's stick. During the trot, your feet will have to stick into the 'tempat letak kaki', and believe me, it was extremely hard to do so. You would be bouncing too much. When trotting, you also need to kinda, stand and sit (which is why you need to keep your feet in the 'tempat letak kaki'). It hurt so much, I could've puked. While on the horse for the first time, I was dizzy from the height I was from, sitting on the horse. My foot, of which, only a little bit should be in the 'tempat letak kaki' (one of the reasons why the stand-n-sit was so hard to do), was going in and out. I was afraid of hurting the horse, which was why my instructor was beating the horse for me. Man oh man, was I a beginner.

Suddenly, the instructor lashed again a few times at the horse. The first 2 times made the horse go on the trot. And while I was still trying to cope, the instructor struck again, thus, sending the horse into a gallop.

Now, before the class, my instructor's boss, told us that it was better to go just before 'Maghrib' as there were less people, and you were less likely to run into others. I was wondering, "The desert is HUGE! What are the odds of hitting others?" Apparently, the odds of hitting others are even more HUGE. Yes, the desert was huge and all. But at the pace of the horse's gallop, you could cover huge distances, in such a short time. For example, imagine yourself in a desert. Sejauh mata memandang kinda desert. Now, let there be a few hills of sands. Now, focus on the furthest hill. From where you are in your mind, to that hill, on a horse, would take you 10-20 seconds. If you do not get what I'm saying, too bad.

Now, to describe the gallop. It took me a while to get used to it. But, during my first gallop, I felt free. The wind was blowing. Everything was a blur. I mean, it made me feel so free, I felt like shouting 'Woohoo!' at the top of my lungs, which of course I did. However, although the gallop brought me an amazing feeling, stopping brought me an amazing sense of relief. I was just not used to it. The gallop was throwing me all over the saddle. And since us male species have stuff between our legs, bouncing... really hurt.

After the painful round of gallops and trots, we stopped by a 'tempat persinggahan' where, some Bedouins set up camp, and a drink vendor. Somehow, here, their coke tastes better. Anyway, we sat, rested, admired the view. My sis took pics, of which you can see here. My instructor sat and drank. I sat and stroked the horses. And the horses... they.... no idea. The pic above. That's me in the weird boots. That's my instructor, with the cap. That's the Bedouin place I mentioned. Looked more like a fortress than a pit stop.

Sad story time. I was sitting down this one time, at this pit stop, doing the usual, stroking the horses, drinking, etc. When we noticed a guy try to discipline his horse. The horse wasn't even doing much. No idea what was going on, but the guy kept hitting the horse with the stick, then, tired with the horse, (he was still smiling, and he never stopped smiling) he took a rock, and hit the horse's chin, from below. The horse started cowering to another horse. It rubbed its head against the other horses neck. And I noticed it kept licking. Then it opened it's mouth to reveal it full of blood. It was bleeding profusely. Its whole mouth was smeared with blood. And there it was rubbing it's head against the other horse, and licking it's mouth. The guy, was still smiling.

My instructor said that the guy was a bad man. Horses are smart creatures. Usually, hit a few times and let it be. They'll understand and listen. Never ever use a rock. Try using your hand first, then a stick. (When riding, try kicking lightly first, then use a stick). Poor thing. Anyway, these were the horses we rode. The white one was my instructor's favorite. The middle one was mine. It's name is Dahlia. A very good, obedient horse. Sweats too much though. The left one was my sister's. My sister's horse had to be pulled by my instructor. Apparently it was a more 'spirited' horse. It kept tugging at the reins, thus, not suitable for beginners like me. Still learning how to handle this stupid horse. Very annoying.

Results

2008-03-08T09:08:00.001-08:00

It started off scary. It ended great. We were watching the news about 8 o' clock when I saw that BN was winning everywhere. It was until I realized 'everywhere' was just two places which was just played over and over again, to give the impression as if BN had won so much. Who is RTM 1 trying to kid? We all watch Al-Jazeera nowadays!

Then, about an hour or less later, Amira sent me a message 'BN KALAH', to which I replied 'Where?', to which she replied, 'EVERYWHERE!'. She was exaggerating of course. At first, I couldn't believe it, and I didn't, because BN didn't lose everywhere. Anyway, first came the news of Penang falling to the hands of the opposition, to which my mom called her brother, her friends and together they praised God through the phone.

Then, through Malaysia Kini Online, we found out that Kedah, our hometown, too, had fallen to the opposition. The phone calling and god praising went on again till late night. As I was go to bed, I pressed refresh on the Malaysia Kini website, and suddenly there in big, bold letters, Unofficial: Opposition wins Selangor. I went wild. I shouted out to my mom, and she too went nuts. Anyway, after what seemed like hours of begging my mom to get out of my room so that I could sleep, she finally left. As I was lying down to sleep however, the MSN messenger made a sound which meant I had received a message. I turned to look, and it said 'Perak is the Opposition's!'....

Pilihan Raya Umum 12

2008-03-08T05:21:00.000-08:00

Well, its the general elections today. Things started off badly when my sister called from the voting place and told us that some retard had used her IC to vote. And vote for who else if not BN? Anyway, its 9.32 p.m that I'm writing this, and my dad just did his Ishak prayers when he told all of us the same thing we were thinking the whole night.

The TV had been showing results of the election at Sabah and Sarawak. This puzzled us because, well, normally, result showing would start from Semenanjung Malaysia first, and then Sabah and Sarawak. My dad's explanation was that either BN had lost terribly or less than two thirds of the parliament seats in Semenanjung Malaysia. Could this mean the changing of the leaders of Malaysia?

When I broke my foot, we were at the hospital when my dad gave me a book, 'The Toyol Code' which tells of a conspiracy supposedly being carried out by Khairy Jamaluddin, son-in-law of the prime minister, and his friends. Apparently, Khairy has contacts with Singapore and the U.S.A who are supporting him so that he fulfills his wishes of becoming Prime Minister at age 40. Anyway, (this is the general outline of his plans), Khairy intends to sell Malaysia to the two countries mentioned. Retarded huh?

Abdullah Badawi became the fifth PM in November 2003 after Dr. Mahathir Mohammad. However, even after taking office, it was quite clear that the most powerful man in Malaysia was not him, but Khairy. All his thoughts, actions and deeds were heavily influenced, by what most call 3k, Khairy Jamaluddin, Kalimullah (The Group Chief Editor of the NST) and his now deceased wife, Kak Endon (Datin Paduka Seri Endon Mahmood Ambak).

The person who was probably most aware of Khairy was former PM Dr Mahathir. While Dr M at first warmed to Khairy and friends, he eventually found Khairy and overbearing presence upon Abdullah. But at that time, it was too late. Mahathir had announced his retirement and Badawi was the heir-designate. For whatever bad that Mahathir had done, he did not regret any one more than he regretted the decision of removing Anwar Ibrahim.

The New One

2008-03-08T05:01:00.000-08:00

The only reason I'm doing this is because this little retard was licking my toes, which is pretty disgusting. We call her Lilla which means 'to God' after my mom sent this cat's predecessor to God a few weeks ago. Her picture should be at the top of the blog, right there ^.

Cute huh?. Well this cat proved smarter than her predecessor in so many ways, for instance, it took us two days to toilet train this cat (it would also bury it's waste materials under the sand in the sandbox), whereas, from the day Razak came, till the day of his death, he wouldn't even excrete in the box, but, behind one of the couches in our home, thus, earning him the nickname 'pid' cat, short for stupid cat. Lilla is also a better climber. It took her less than a day till she was climbing the scratching post we bought for Razak and soon afterwards she was climbing couches. (We're sitting on the couch right now in the picture.)

However, before you females start feeling proud over the accomplishments of this female cat, she is also a less fun cat to be with compared to Razak. He was energetic 24/7 whereas she spends 3 quarters of the day asleep (She's asleep in the picture). Razak was also clumsy and funny whereas she spends most of the day sitting down looking pretty. And she is pretty. No doubt about that. Anyway, all this talk about Razak is depressing me so I'll just write another post right now.

My Cat

2008-02-20T15:34:00.000-08:00

For the past two days, my family and I have been mourning for the third cat my mom had killed, Razak. My dad was real mad at my mom, because he had gotten real close with the cat, and so he swears he would not play with another cat my sister brings home.
It was another typical day. My sister had just brought down the cat to its cage so it could eat and go roaming in the garden. What a mistake. Apparently, my mom was also on her way out, and so she asked my sister to open the gate. My sister, being annoying, then put the cat a few feet away from this, what would seem humongous to a cat, but what would to us, be a car. You then know what happened.
This little furry hairball was hit, my sister screamed but it was too late, and before they knew it, Razak was shaking as if he had a seizure and finally died. His belly was lying upwards, the way he would always be if he had a stomach ache. Thinking about it gives ME a stomach ache. So I think I'll stop here and show you a picture of him. It should be on the top right of this post.

A Muslim's Valentine Story

2008-02-16T22:29:00.002-08:00

While I was helping my mom in the kitchen, an interesting story came to me. This is how it goes:
A woman was forced by her parents to marry a man despite having a lover of her own. Her life crushed, she turned to God saying,"Please, let me be with the one I love.". That night, she received through her dream, instructions for her to pray for 40 years. And so she did.
Around the 10th year, her prayers became more focused. At 30, she was doing nothing but praying. Alas, at the end of the 40th year, she died. However, she felt no bitterness, no sorrow and no hatred. Only curiosity. Out of the curiosity, she then asked God, why he did this, to which He replied,
"Aren't you already with the one you love?"