In loving memory of my late grandpa. It has been ten whole years that he left us. I still remember one day before his departure ten years ago, my mum came to school to fetch me back to grandpa’s place for my grandpa is at his critical state.

Having admitted to Normah Medical Specialist for a few days, the hospital discharged my grandpa on the ground that he was only waiting for his time to pass. My uncles brought my grandpa to his very own place, a two-storey wooden house he built with his own hands, a home filled with family bond.

I knew my grandma was very sad. She stood by him all night. Imagine a 70 year old woman holding the hands of a 80 year old man. The look on her face - sad and uncertain. A couple who had spent almost half a century of their lives now had to say goodbye.

At the moment my grandpa breathed his last breath, I could see him struggling for a while before passing in a peaceful manner. That’s the way people die, I think. The room was filled with sadness and tears. I can not helped but shed tears, tears dripping down my cheeks. That was the last time I cried badly, real bad.

Nostalgic moments retold. My grandparents, they were the one who brought us up when we were kids. From my pre-school till Form 2. When I was studying in the morning session, the good ol bus driver would fetch my sisters and I to my grandparent’s house. We had lunch there while waiting for mum to fetch us back home after she finished teaching.

When I was in my secondary school years, my dad would dragged us to our grandparent’s house on his way to work. Every morning, life was so routine. We washed up, had lunch at my grandparent’s place before walking to school. Sometimes, I played at their garden where they planted all types of vegetables - lady’s fingers, brinjals, cucumbers, bok chois, kailans, chilies and etcetra.

What I loved most is the scent of the roses my grandma planted. I used to go and smell the red roses when I was bored studying. Sometimes I pricked my fingers while studying the petals. Sometimes I ran like hell because bees were busy sucking its nectar. Those were the days in the garden.

Once a month, when grandpa noticed that my hair is long, he would take his bike out and give me a ride to the nearest barber. Those were the days when barbers had good business before the advent of salon. An oldman riding the cycle and a young grandson sitting at the back grabbing his grandpa’s waist. What a sight.

But then, those were the days. That was ten to twenty years back. I can’t turn back the clock. Even if I have the super power to do just that, I won’t. While I was in Kuching for my cousin’s wedding, I decided to pay my grandpa a visit. It was a day after All Soul’s Day.

His resting place was located behind 7th Mile’s Sacred Heart Church. That’s why I love being Catholic. You come to earth, baptised with water, confirmed with the Holy Spirit, and die simple. No crappy rituals but just a Requiem Mass for the deceased.

By the sweat of your face will you earn your food, until you return to the ground, as you were taken from it. For dust you are and to dust you shall return.
~Genesis 3:19

On November 14, 1998, Andrew Chong Nam Shui left behind his wife, five sons and two daughters and more than a dozen of grandchildren.

PS: You might wonder what Liew has to do with Chong. That’s a long history which until now I am not able to comprehend fully.

iCalvyn earned my highest praise today. Tell you a secret, I just found the best host and super efficient technical team to spice up my blogging life. Yesternight, I told him my decision to opt out from the domain and sponsorship hosting programme, at the same time going for the paid web hosting service.

Considering paying just RM99.99 per year for the hosting provided by PrivateHoster which iCalvyn recommended me is a lot better than experiencing frequent downtime caused by my ex-host. I super duper hate my previous host but is offset with this new deal.

Troublesome it is when one transfers their domain to a new host. Those database has to be handled carefully. Sometimes the DNS propagation which often takes a long time to see the results of the transfer makes one wonder if the transfer was successful. Being kepochi, I deleted the database and woops - ground zero.

Not really nervous and not really devastated, I thought I have lost all my posts and comments. I thought I have to rebuild this blog just as New Yorkers rebuild their skyline after the 911 aftermath.

I am so thankful that when I told him I lost all my posts, he quickly tried to re-upload the database which he still keep with him and solved the problem when I messed up with the config.php file. Lol. Come to think of it, I am so stoopid.

RM100 maybe a big deal, but I believe my ads will cover the cost eventually. The good news is, I just cashed out RM60 from my ads provider. Gonna get the money soon, next month probably. Can’t celebrate cos this money is to cover my hosting. Please appreciate every moment you are here and every words you spurt out. =)

Not related to this. Today I went to service my good ol Kelisa which has travelled 45000 kilometres and four years with me. Gosh! Change oil filter, change gasket, service brake system and change brake fluid, spark plug, wheel alignment and balancing, lubricant and engine flush for the car engine, and cleaning the fuel injection system cost me hundreds of bucks.

Lucky my parents paid for me, if not I would have to survive with bread and water alone for one whole month. Thanks papa and mama.

Difference of Cowporation Ideology in this World‏

TRADITIONAL CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You sell one and buy a bull.
Your herd multiplies and the economy grows.
You sell them and retire on the income.

AN AMERICAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You sell one and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.
You are surprised when the cow drops dead.

A FRENCH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You go on strike, organise a riot, and block the roads, because you want three cows.

A JAPANESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.
You then create clever cow cartoon images called ’Cowkimon’ and market them World-Wide.

A GERMAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month and milk themselves.

A BRITISH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
Both are mad.

An ITALIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows, but you don’t know where they are.
You break for lunch and forget about the cows.

A RUSSIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You count them and learn you have five cows.
You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.
You count them again and learn you have 2 cows.
You stop counting cows because you’re sobering up and open another bottle of vodka.

A SWISS CORPORATION
You have 5,000 cows and none of which belong to you.
You charge others for storing them.

A CHINESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You have 300 people milking them.
You claim full employment and high bovine productivity.
You have the newsman who reported on the numbers arrested.

AN IRAQI CORPORATION
Everyone thinks you have lots of cows.
You tell them that you have none.
No-one believes you, so they bomb you and invade your country.
You still have no cows, but at least now you are part of a Democracy….

AN IRISH CORPORATION
You have two cows…or is it three?
What matters? Aren’t you well off to have even one?

AN INDIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You worship them.

A MALAYSIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You signed a 40-year contract to supply milk at RM0.06 per litre.
Then midway through, you raised the price to RM0.60 or you cut the supply.
When the buyer agrees to the new price, you change your mind again and now want RM1.20.
The buyer decides you can keep the milk and they go look for milk that comes from recycled cows or the cow’s urine instead.
Your two cows retire together with the Prime Minister with all the shit around him.

A SINGAPOREAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
One cow-peh and one cow-bu.

My cow! I wonder why this post was submerged in my draft for two long months. It’s so long that I forgot the origin of this witty cowporation post. Now, here’s something to laugh about. Really funny. Really hilarious.

This image of two cows is courtesy of Anna Baker Art.