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Love is Strange

Posted in Booga, Memories, Music on April 4, 2008 by smoothcriminalmagic

I remember…


I was this young…

I remember being strapped into the seat of the old copper brown Nissan pulsar.

My mum (who, Masha Allah, still looks as young now as she did then), would pop in this cassette tape into the radio…and this song would come on…and she’d sing along as we drove.

And I’d help her shift gears 🙂

As a child, I would insist that I open and close the car door by myself…”NO! I can do it myself!!” I would yell, and if anyone were to defy me…you’re in for a world class tantrum 😉

The passion and emotion I would exhibit as a child, wailing and yelling and screaming…heh, me and my short fuse…my mum (who studied child psychology), did nothing to snub. According to her, she wanted me to have all this passion and emotion, so that one day I could use it wisely and properly. Perhaps to love my wife fully? Or to fight for Islam with a passion?

Either way, if ever I saw an injustice or I was not happy about something…I made sure you knew about it. And she liked that about me, the fact that even at the tender age of 4, I was willing to stand up for what I believed in.

So how then did my mum (BOOGA!) treat her cry-baby 4 year old? She would wait until her son stopped crying and over-acting…at which time she would take me to one corner and explain in terms I would understand and used logic to make me understand. She NEVER scolded me in public, she respected my pride even at such a young age, she knew that was important in child character development…which maybe explains my (over?) confidence?


All the aunties would tell her to just slap the crap out of the crying brat…but my mum, who was NOT being soft on me or anything…wanted to bring me up intelligently, such that I maintained the good qualities of childhood, in adulthood.

It is rather weird to have your mum tell you all these things 14 years after it happened…to know that your upbringing was preconceived was both cool and weird at the same time.

But I’m proud of the way my mum raised me, and the way she taught me life’s lessons. I still thank her, till today, for raising me the way she did.

Going to an International school, I was always surrounded by outside influence. One of my white friends saw me praying in a quiet corner. I explained to him why I did what I did.

He told me that he was Christian…and that they only pray once a week.

Once a week!


Now THAT’S a deal!

I’d better tell mum!

Our God is overworking us here!!

Got home and told mum about this new religion I found!

My mum looked at me…and I saw her mouth something silently (she read a small doa, so that Allah would guide her words).

She then looked at me and asked,

“Aman? How often do you play with and see your toys?”

“Everyday!” I replied.

“That’s right…would you like to only play with them once a week?” she asked.

“NO!” I replied.

“Why?”, she asked…my mum always always always made me think, so that I would learn lessons instead of being spoon-fed.

“Because I love them!” I said. I really did 🙂 Toys were my life 🙂

“Exactly!” she said, “Allah loves us…and He wants to see us everyday…why do we have to be so selfish so as to only let Him see us once a week?”

“Oh yeah…”, I replied, thinking about it…she made sense.

I then ran off to play with my toys 🙂







And the song playing in the car was Mickey & Sylvia’s ‘Love is Strange‘, and everytime I hear it…I’m strapped back in the stiff seat of that old copper brown Nissan.


Stay safe everyone,

And 20 years down the road, I still open and close the car door myself 😉



Trip Down Memory Lane

Posted in Funny, Memories on March 8, 2008 by smoothcriminalmagic

A smile broke across my face…

I laughed out loud at some of them…

Like this picture for example, I had titled…

*Me as a Cat*

HAhahaha, what was I thinking?!

Yeah, so I came across a CD I made 7 years ago, a back up disc of some of my documents…my pictures to be exact.

Oh wow…all the stupid things I saved that I thought were cool…

But wow…seriously. I spent a good 30 minutes just sitting there, giggling at my younger days and my lack of ‘coolness’, as it were.

I seriously broke out in laughter at my ridiculous moustache…yes, I had a moustache…and no, I won’t upload the picture. Too embarrassing…

Besides, you’ve already seen me ‘as a cat’ 😉

It’s funny you know?

Looking at things you thought were important…

Or what used to be anyway…

It gives you a sense of…of where you are now, you know? Like ‘how far’ you’ve come over the years.

It’s nice to see some things have changed…whilst some haven’t.

For example, I have a folder in that CD called ‘MJ Stuff’…yeah, that’s likely not to change 😉

Check out this MJ pic I found in there:


*Besides being one of the best selling artists ever, MJ also works as a part time padi field farmer*

Come to think of it now, my ‘MJ stuff’ folder has grown.


Kay, I’m not gonna go there 🙂

Then I found this folder called ‘Disgusting Pics’ wherein lay gross pictures of crime scenes and all sorts of macabre material. I remember being much younger then…and thinking that it would ‘toughen’ me up to be able to stomach those pictures. Some of them still make me cringe today. I have no idea what I was training myself for…but in a way I was testing myself, to see if I can withstand what would make others puke.

In a way it has paid off, I mean I’m ‘fearless’ when it comes to bio dissections…in fact, if anything I’m a little too excited during dissections!

It also helped me keep a level head when attending to the case of a dead body, back while I was still a cop. 🙂

Then…there’s pics of the ex.


She’s married now…happy, got a handsome kid, I’m happy for her.

Gotta hand it to her though, she was a real looker!

Well, maybe to me anyway 🙂


*My ex…as a cat…apparently*

Gosh…wow…I was so nuts about her, I have no idea how she could stand me! Haha!

But I sure did learn alot from her. Learned my priorities…what I want in life…and love. I was not her first (boyfriend), but she was my first (girlfriend) and she taught me alot of lessons without even knowing it.

Lessons called ‘experience’.

It’s nice though…we’re on good terms now. Met her in S’pore during one of my recent trips and we talked. She was shocked that I was still single.


I wonder why people always have this look when they find out I’m still single:



*Single? Nooooooo…..*

Anyway, just before she got into the cab, she turned to me and said, “You know…thanks.”

“For what?” I asked.

“You were my first…”, she replied.

“You’re first? But what about *****…?”

“No…you were my first. Think about it.”, she said and closed the cab door.

The cab pulled out of the curb and drove off.

My mind thought about what she said…and then I remembered (part of) this letter she wrote shortly after we separated and it said (to the effect of):

Thanks for everything. You have shown me the romance I had only been dreaming of since I was 9 yrs old.

I guess both of us learned something then…


Guess it’s a bit late but yeah,

You’re welcome, don’t mention it 😉


Now if you all will kindly excuse me…I’m going to go and make a back up DVD (more storage!)…

You never know when you might need to take that trip down memory lane again…


Stay safe everybody,

And feed your cats!


*Note: Just to clarify, as this point was brought to my attention by a friend; when my ex mentioned that I was her first, what she means is ‘first love’, it has nothing to do with virginity. As a couple, we were very well behaved 🙂 *