Ampuan Tuanku, Beribu-Ribu Ampun.....

Forgive me my friend, had I offended you and your family in my earlier post, nevertheless I will keep on writing when and what I see fit. Ampun Tuankuu....(read: PODAHHH!!!)

But I must say, amidst your busy schedule (bukankah kita yang bersedagho dokek-dokek ni,akan sibuk membaca Quran yassin bagai bilo atuk mo uwan kito mati)you rather have time to read,gossips and facts to enrich your worldly knowledge.Tabik Tuanku.

Let's just put your mind at rest. Yes, I am very sorry for your loss and No, this is not a good time dish out dirts.But let's just established the motive here. I am only a writer, Dear Tunku. I don't write books because my grammar tunggang langgang and my day job does not permit me any free time even to poop.Let alone to brush my writing skills.I only have a blog, that I specifically sets up to unload my container.By container I mean, my shite-of-a-thoughts, Sir, those that I collected and amassed from my work as a Social Worker.Unlike you and your family, I don't inherit wealth.Although my father last post in the Army was the high rank that automatically made him a Dato', we the children remain tak cukup makan and we can only dream to celebrate NY at Las Vegas.Plus my father will always remind us on how poor he was back in Kuale Kangsor and that he had to walk miles and miles to school with just a pair of shoes.With that every inch of details of his hardship enough to put a child off, of asking money.

I understand that you're grieving, now that you Ruler grandpapa or whoever he is to you died, more so now that Tunku Muhriz is sitting on the throne instead of your Uncle Bill or Pete, for that matter.However, bereavement is no longer an excuse to bad language, especially in my small time comment box, Sir.For that, Raja or tak Raja, I serve the right to tell you off.Cilako!!!!

For being insensitive to you and your family feelings in this deeply terrible time, I am sorry.For quoting that Tuanku Jaafar is 'anak koling'...hmmm, I would rather you take that up with my Uwan, who passed away 22 years ago.She is now resting is Gombak and I am sure if you type the post code in your Sat Nav, you will find that cemetary.That poor Nurin Jazlin was buried at the same place.However, you might want to know that although people in Tanah Malaya like to call this lot 'Serani', they are indeed descended from Anglo Indian. Indian is always Indian by race by we the United State Of Nine (yakni, Negeri Sembilan) casually address them as 'Koling'.Is that racist? If is, how is it racist? Deragatory term yes, racist No. Racist is something like...'You fucking Black Bastard...'. Come on...having gone to the school like Alice Smith and all those UK boarding school, can you not specify what is racist what is not?

I detest people who come to other people blogs and started using inappropriate language.While I think we all should be more open minded to such comments, ye lah kan..tak kan lah saya ni sorang aje yang betul...there's a way to express opinion.Threatening is not one of them.We can say whatever we want within reasons. Unlike your relative, Jaime who caused altercation at Shangrila's Night Club...hah!! Padan muko kena tumbuk.Pocah hidung.Guess what, the Mummy Tunku Dara yang dah tak dara tu..(anak dah hompek..apo Dagho eh tu) sending threats pulak, requesting millions.Ceh, buek malu yo...

Okaylah..I shall leave you alone now.But please, if you are offended with what I published, may you not use inappropriate language in here nor should you insult my family.That is so not on.That is why, I did not published your stupid comment.

I too, refused to take things lying down, Dear Tunku. Watch this space.I will write more and more about you and your family.It is fun.

Again...I like to sing the TKC's favourite song again...'Berkatlah Yang Dipertuan Besar, di Negeri Sembilannnnnnn'.

Cak pong..cak pong!!!