Hope..Malaysia team!

The other day, I was on the edge of my seat watching the epic World Cup 2014 qualifying match between Malaysia and Singapore. So, the Singaporeans had their "naturalised" players on the field and so on but it did not outshine the good match between the teams.  No matter how you look at the game, it ended 1-1 on the 2nd leg and eventually ( plus effectively ) ended our hopes of going further in the World Cup 2014 rounds. But one thing was for sure, it was a fantastic match and to see a sell-out game at our Bukit Jalil Stadium was another plus point. Who says we are not passionate about our national football team-lar? When it matters most, the people will jam the stadium. I think, the most important thing is the fact that the football team is presently playing well despite the results. Honestly, I have never been excited like I am right now when speaking of the football team.( It has been quite a while! ) I must say that the team under Mr. Rajagopal has improved tremendously but like any other teams, we are constantly plagued with silly technical mistakes and school boy errors. Nevertheless, taking no credit away from the boys, they have fought hard and tried their very best. I feel that gives us all, the footballing fans, a sense of hope and a sense of dare to dream again!

Personally, I feel this team can go far and hopefully, they don't get "big-headed" but stay very focused in their mission to bring honour to the country someday. Their spirit, their work rate and their commitment was pretty solid. At that minute when the first goal was scored , I leapt off my cushion , raising two hands above my head; clenching fist and shouted, " Goaaaaalllll! Yeeeeaaaahhh! " That feels good! It has been far too long when I felt that rush of adrenaline excitement over our national team. Then , the equalising goal came but it didn't dampened my spirit. It was a thrill knowing what the national team can do that matters. Seriously, I wish the players could have worked and chased every ball till they drop of exhaustion that day but their efforts were superb. I applaud them for that. I also wish that they could have moved the ball and play short passes rather than the long balls which was easily blanked out by the Singaporean defence.  Like I said, we can talk till the clouds come down on "what could happen if...." from the game but what is important is to look forward for the next game. Yes, they had shown good promise, good talent and good commitment. I tell you, the goalkeeper, Khairul Fahmi a.k.a. Apek was spectacular and easily the toast of the team together with  Safee & the rest of the team members. Yes, we have the talents and I think, we need to instill the winning mentality in our boys.

I remembered last year when I bought the Malaysian blue jersey from a street vendor in Haadyai for my son, I bargained with him on the price and got the Malaysian team jersey cheap. According to the vendor, it's a losing team and why would anyone wants to buy that colours. But, I remained patriotic to my country and believed they can come out tops the next time. They did and they did their country proud by doing their best. I am just glad that the Malaysian football team is finally waking up, cleaning and licking up their wounds, bruised and battered reputation. Like I have always said, when the head is right, the body parts are going to work just fine. GO MALAYSIA! 

Social Satire....

Today I almost fall off my chair when I read that our so-called "Barang Naik" MPs are "asking" (dirty word!) for more money allocations for their constituents before the next coming election. To me, it is a farce. Where have all the earlier money gone in the first place? Everyone from the street sweeper to the trishaw puller to the yuppies and the dumb-ass bureaucratic leaders knows that each constituent is allocated a certain sum of money to develop that constituent. Where? Where have all that money gone to? It is such a shame that with all the hype of elections, erections, blinding bright bling-bling from ring and South African diamond bracelets, curvy new wife and ballot papers war,  we still have places in our country that do not have clean pipe water, proper roads and even electricity supply. Worst of all, all food essentials are hitting the ceiling in prices. OK! Let's be serious. Maybe these folks need to drum up support from the young children on the need to save money during their children days so that they can donate their money to get these basis amenities to their kampungs or even villages. Maybe, just maybe with enough savings, we could use this money to lower down our food subsidies so that we can get cheaper price. Please-lar, Please-lar, please-lar, people, DON'T laugh-lar because if our First Lady can save money from her teen days to buy the beautiful ring - why can't the kampung folks and children do the same, right?  OK, in the first place we need to get the money first,right? Apamacam mau dapat duit? Hmmmmnnnnnnn....... 

So, ok, let's go and speak to our our elected MP or WR and let's try to get some allocation from them. Let's not get the funds from the PR ones. They constantly have to have gatherings and dinners to raise funds. It is just like what we are going through in our religious establishment today too. Everything buy coupons or pass the biscuit tin around.  If all things failed, let's try to cook up some story that they are siphoning off our constituent monies and get our MACC involved but we have to pardon them a bit because they are only 3 year old establishment-mah. That's what our PM said. But wait a minute, aren't they called ACA the last time? As far as I know, they have been around for some time now but ok-lor, someone "messed" up their establishment alphabets and so, they look like ACA, talk like ACA, sound like ACA but they are not MACC,ok? Anyway, better get them involved in event we fail to get our money. Afterall, if all things fail, we can still, at least, sell bodies or even body parts that comes off from  the MACC building or from some recreational forest somewhere. The market for such parts are quite a fair bit and lucrative. There wouldn't be much problem getting these parts for export as all relevant export forms can be processed and assessed. Nothing is secret-lar. If the First Lady ring can get through, this one is kacang putih one, baby! If cannot, these spare parts can be hand carried as we are champion-lar in ensuring the entry and exit datas are erased without trace. Anyway, we have to be careful a bit when wrapping these part ( no yellow cloth, please! ) because we don't want to arouse the suspicion of our Wildlife and Game Dept. They might mistaken them for some animal parts and all will be lost for time is the essence in raising fund for our constituent. 
The other way is to raise awareness of the people for a rally. We don't wear yellow-lar. It makes us look bad in yellow-mah. We don't protest nor take stones to throw at people or take penknife to such rally. We take flower only and make sure it is not yellow colour. Cannot clash with royal colours-mah.  We should all find a place like near Tung Shin Hospital and everyone empty their pockets of loose change or ringgits so that they can be collected for this purpose of cutting down the subsidies-lor. We should also register ourselves at the special counter using our ICs and make sure we re-register over and over again so that we look like a big group-lar. Age from 21 to 101 , who cares. As long as our names are on the list , can already. Small-small group, nobody will notice. No one will check one-lar. We should also welcome our enforcement officers who will generously toss us a few cans of perfume-scented tear gas canisters to ensure we cry a bit to look pitiful for the newspapers and this will catch the world's attention that our country really need all the loose change and ringgits so that we can help reduce our country subsidies. They will also spray all with black pepper sauce-like water to remind us that stepping on a few cows head is not a good act because black pepper sauce goes well with cowhead meat and brains! It is also food. No good to waste food.  This is to ensure the whole world can take an example and follow our lead in food conservation - good to the last skin!Maybe, just maybe, we could actually sell some cowheads meat to raise funds for this cause too........something along Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution movement........hmmmmnnnnnnn......interesting, kan?  What to do-lah, desperate times means desperate measures for the survival of our kampungs, tamans and society-lor, right? Malaysia Boleh-mah! What you think? OK or not?   

Sleepless...sleep less

The other day I was having quite a day. So, the first thing I wanted to do was to get on the comfy of the bed and have a great slumber. Somehow, I twisted and turned so much that my sommersaulting exercise on bed irritated my poor wife a lot coz' she too felt the tremors of my constant shifting on the bed. It is not that I am small in size but the shifting part can be quite a thing. I guess, I was really very uncomfortable and this was robbing me of my sleep. Trust me, I counted sheeps from white to black for all I know and I even tried imagining counting stars ( from honey stars to dunno what stars are available! ) but to no avail. Eyes were wide open like crystallised marbles in the middle of the sunny day. I keep staring at the asbestos ceiling and I remembered doing  mental paintings of  Picasso and Michelangelo pieces too. Somehow, the eyes and mind just won't shut down!

Then I prayed and they say, if you can' sleep you better pray. So, I prayed, put my hands to my chest and crossed them. Then I felt really morbid as I felt as though I am lying down on my casket with the way I lay straight, arms cross - sheez! I burst out giggling at the thought and my poor wife gave me a nudge and grudgingly said , " What's the matter with you? Do you what time it is? It's 11.30pm! Why aren't you asleep?". I turned to her, opened my mouth  and wanted to explain what I had felt but I guess, I couldn't. If I did , I probably would have send her into a hysterical streak - probably some wailing can be heard but some hairs strands would definitely be found on the bed edge the following morning.

She just turned over and started rambling, " What's the matter with you? Are you okay? ". I stared at her almost in oblivion and then I decided something on the spot. I told her, " I really can't sleep and I have not being feeling well since this evening." She was rather awake now and with softer tone, " So , what is wrong? Have you taken your medicine? Hey, don't scare me ,ok?"." We need you , yunno! " " Yeah! I know. Who is going to pay the bills, right?", I answered. Well, it was my way to humour her, actually! She just rolled her eyes back and sauntered to her bedside.  Well, I told her that I am fine and I have had my medicine. I added " But I have this heart palpitations since evening." " So, is it a good thing or not so good thing?" followed by a string of questions. By now, she was eyeing me suspiciously if I am playing a trick on her. She said, " You better don't play tricks on me or else you are going to get it from me." Hmmmmnnnnnn..... sound familiar but I assured her that I can't sleep ( I did NOT lie! ) and it goes on off with times. " Ohhh.....so what are the symptoms and so on?" " I dunno, sometimes it comes and sometimes it doesn't happen." I said. She asked , " So, when did this palpitations started - for how long , how many times a day....." and the list goes on and on. 

I looked at her intently, searching my inner self, gathering my thoughts and answered, " Every time I see you." She looked at me and said , " You #44%4%8910! Go to sleep! ". I laughed my head off and hugged her. She muttered something and then gave me a kick and missed a very vital part of the human anatomy ( Phew! That was close! ) and asked me to sleep down where the spare mattress was located! Gladly, I scrambled to the spare mattress and the next thing I knew,  2 pillows flew my way and then I heard her said, " The next time you do this - you sleep in the bathroom!" Ah! It was fun, though and at least, I still have my sense of humour, right? Did I get to sleep that night.....well, I did....at about 2.30am with a smile on my face. It is good to turn an unpleasant situation to one that is quite fun,don't you think so? It helps to strengthen the relationship, right?
Yunno, I have told myself countless number of times that if one day I were to konk off without much hu-ha, I would rather wear a silly smile on my "not-so-nice looking" face than looking like a grouchy ol'man!~

  

Nice Ashley.....

 What cha looking at? ( "Engine" not yet warm -up! )

 Warmed up - the jolly good goodie!

 Yo! I am at my happy best!

 I am sweet, ain't I ? Finger licking good!

Hmmmmnnnn......this is as sweet as you can get from me!

I wonder if my brother is looking at me! Of course, I am prettier-lar!

Yo! Yo! I've got the "look"-lar!

Prayer Of Getting Old.....

Lord, thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older and will some day be old. Keep me from becoming talkative, naggy and from the particularly fatal habit of thinking too much.

Keep me away from the habit of I must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release me from craving to straighten out everybody's affairs.

Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details and do keep me sane. Give me wings to get to the point. I ask for grace enough to listen to the tales of others' pain. Help me to endure them with patience. Seal my lips on my own aches and pains - they are increasing and my love of rehearsing them is becoming stronger as the years go by. Help me to stay strong so that these legs would not creak and tweak while the body would not be the subject of endless strips of medication pills.

 

Teach me the glory lesson occasionally, that it is possible that I may be mistaken. Keep me reasonably sweet, I do not want to be a saint - some of them are very hard to live with - but a sour old man is one of the crowning works of the devil.

Make me thoughtful but not moody, helpful, but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all--but thy knowest, Lord, that I want a few good friends at the end  of the day beside my 6' X 4' plot.

Father's ABC....

Always trust your children to God's care.

Bring them to church.

Challenge them to high goals.

Delight in their achievements.

Exalt the Lord in their presence.

Frown on evil.

Give them love.

Hear their problems.

Ignore not their childish fears.

Joyfully accept their apologies.

Keep their confidence.

Live a good example before them.

Make them your friends.

Never ignore their endless questions.

Open your heart to their love.

Pray for them by name.

Quicken your interest in their spirituality.

Remember their needs.

Show them the way of salvation.

Teach them to work.

Understand they are still young.

Verify your statements.

Wean them from bad company.

eXpect them to obey.

Yearn for God's best for them.

Zealously guide them in Bible truth.

Character...

The circumstances amid which you live determine your reputation;

The truth you believe determines your character.

Reputation is what you are supposed to be;

Character is what you are.....

Reputation is what you have when you come to a new community;

Character is what you have when you go away.

Your reputation is made in a moment;

Your character is built in a lifetime.....

Reputation is what men say about you on your tombstone;

Character is what the angels say about you before the throne of God. - William Hersey Davis

Unprecedentedly fun....

Yesterday night, my family and I had a good night out for our dinner ( my wife and daughter "belanja" me a meal-lar!). After dinner, we went round Jusco and with no handphone in my pockets ( I left the handphone at home!), it was great. It was pure bliss not having the handphone to ring or tug it along in my shallow pants at times. So, as I walked around and did my usual window shopping, I ended up at the DIY Store. I guess, I am always intrigued by DIY stores and what is in store for pesky shoppers like me who would thinking gazillion times before purchasing anything. I guess, this time was no different coz' there was a salesgirl who kinda "kept" an eye on me after I stood at one section for almost 30 minutes before I decided not to buy the item! Poor girl was so stressed keeping an eye at me. Anyway, as I was walking around the stationery section, suddenly, I noted these yellow smileys magnet tabs - big, medium and small hanging at the rack. 

It instantaneously caught my attention and I immediately thought of my colleagues at work. I deduced that with so much work over the months, we have all been sucked into this world of depressing work atmosphere, grouchiness , mood swings ( Nope, we haven't reach menopause or whatever pause ! ) while tiredness had crept in while our faces, when we get home would give our pet fishes in the aquarium or our pet piglet massive heart attack! Yup! We are like people who are with the prune juice diet program, man!  I am always reminded by SLing and SYuen how "ugly" I look every time I arrived home after work. I guess, I have tried every trick in the book to leave my work problems at the bell hanging at my front door but somehow I am "infected" and hopelessly disillusioned by the work sometimes/all the time. 

Equipped with this constant cynical stares and love reminders from my family, I felt I could ACTUALLY do something good for my fellow colleagues. I know that they are going to think that I have gone bonkers ( it is not that they have thought of that about me ! ) but I think, it is time for a good change. So, I decided to buy a whole bunch of them and it doesn't cost me much at all. Mere RM 10.00 for 5 good packs of mood lifting encouragement magnet tabs. Yunno, when I paid for the items, I actually feel good and excited on what I am going do with it. For the first time in many months, I feel good that I could really contribute something to my colleagues. 

Today, this morning, I did something unprecedented and I am happy I did it. There were three colleagues in the office when I arrived at work. Armed with courage and cheerful disposition ( usually, I am as grumpy ( flies would stop flying! ) and as serious as they are! Sometimes, our work place atmosphere is almost similar to a funeral parlour if you want to know! hahahahahahahahaha.........) , I gave out the yellow smiley magnet tab to each of the staff. They were dumbstruck at first but they then chuckled and laughed. That broke the silence and the doomness of the day! I explained that we had been so sour in our faces over work that even our family members can't recognise us when we got home and so, I wanted to give them an encouragement. Their faces lit up and I knew, I had done my part. I then laid out the rest of the smileys at the tables of the staffs that had not reported for work yet. Yup! Everyone of them got a yellow smiley magnet tab from me. It doesn't matter if I had to fork out extra from my pocket for these colleagues of mine or even wonder what they thought of me. It really doesn't matter.  I guess, their smiles, which will put some facial muscles to work,  says it all to me. Yup, it is a great day indeed!

Hey, I know it sounds crazy but if you can make one of your colleagues smile today, that is an achievement and you no need to jump off the building - MACC will do it for you! hahahahahaaaaahaaaa...................Nope, I am not on drugs ( I am only on Cardiprin, Plavix, Concor, Imdur, Zorcor and Metformin, promise! )  nor on weeds........just plain ol' me! 

Encouragement....

The students of Sabarmati Ashram were assigned various other jobs besides studies. After doing their personal work they would do various kinds of work which was of vocational importance like stitching clothes or knitting the ropes of a 'charpoi'. The boys would bet on who was the fastest in completing his work.

Once, a boy called Parthasarthy had to stitch a shirt and Prabhudas Gandhi had to knit a charpoi. Both of them had a bet on who would finish the work first. Prabhudas said that he would complete his work by Saturday. Gandhi while eating his food had overheard the entire conversation that took place between the two boys.

It was Saturday afternoon and Gandhi who remembered all about the bet asked Prabhudas if he had finished making the charpoi. Prabudas said that he had completed only half of it yet. Gandhi then asked him, "Don't you have any plans of completing it by today?" "How can I do it?" said Prabhudas. Gandhi said," You will not study today. Instead you will make the other half of the charpoi which you have left." In the evening Gandhi again asked Prabhudas about the charpoi. Prabhudas said that he hadn't finished it yet. "After your dinner you will not go out to play but you will make the charpoi until your work is done."

Prabhudas sat alone and carried on with the work while all the other children went out for a walk with Gandhi. His fingers had started aching as he had been working since morning. Everybody was now preparing to go to sleep and Prabhudas was still working. Gandhi asked if he had finished. Prabhudas said that he had only five more yards to knit. Gandhi stayed back with him and encouraged Prabhudas while he read a book.

It was 11 o'clock in the night and the work was still not over. Prabhudas was very tired and finally his fingers stopped functioning. He started crying.

It was then that Gandhi went up to Prabhudas and said : "One should do as one says: You had placed a bet that you will finish your work by today but you did not."

God's Coffee...

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said:

"If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups.

Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us."

God brews the coffee, not the cups.......... Enjoy your coffee!

"The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything."

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.

Truly Inspiring.....

This morning, pictures of Aunty Annie Ooi captured my heart and truly epitomed the true meaning of inspiration, dedication and standing up for a good cause. These captured pictures inspires and truly blessed my heart! After being gassed and sprayed with chemical laced waters from the police truck, she still stood tall.  If only our Malaysian leaders would learn such dedication and commitment to do the right thing for this nation of ours.

To me, a picture like this is truly priceless! No matter what our race, religion or even who we are , we can stand together, united and helping one another in times like this. Truly inspiring!~

What a Walk....

DISGRACEFUL and DISGUSTING are the two words I would describe to the chains of events which had unfolded in our nation today. These words aptly described the actions taken by the RMP and though they hogged the limelight at every available Govt station, news and electronic media which blared their horns that they did well. To me, they are real reason why there are so many injuries to the BERSIH walkers. Shooting out tear gas canister at dangerous range, chasing, bringing down, roughing and hounding walkers like a bunch of blood thirsty hounds. It's an absolute disgrace and inhumane,man.

I have never been so disgusted in my life when our so-call leaders claim success for the clampdown of the walkers and so on. What laughable success are you talking about? Had it not been the unnecessary roadblocks , checking and blocking out of the roads towards the intended place, you would see a sea of people walking in peace for a good cause. Evidently, that the prospect of having more people join the walk absolutely petrified and mystified them. So, the RMP has to do their job of maintaining law and order but I have never seen a more determined crowd. BTW, how does it feel to bludgeon, hound, harrass, kick and whack the daylights out of your fellow citizens? Does it feel good to hurt innocent people? Does it gives you joy in breaking the legs, hands, neck, bones and scream blood on your fellow citizen's body?  I wonder if the authorities and the so-called people who govern this country could actually sleep at night and have a conscience? If the IGP says that this is just a restrained exercise on the part of the RMP, why don't he volunteers to be bludgeoned by his own FRU unit people? Ah! God knows and God is watching.

Today, I saw Malaysians from all walks of life come together to walk for a good purpose. Today, I saw racial barriers torn down and Malaysian from all walks of life coming in unity to rise up against a non-hearing and corrupt community of leaders. I am really inspired and encouraged by these brave souls. From the beginning to the end, I did not see any person out to create havoc at the so-called illegal walk. It is and always will be known as a peaceful rally. Somehow, the twisted authorities soon carried out orders to fire water cannons and what not at the walkers. It was really disheartening to know that a peaceful rally walk could evoke such a reaction from the RMP and the FRU unit. It is shameful to claim success when we all know the truth behind it - publicity stunt and a way to con the minds of the simple folks back in the rural areas. Woi, wake up, even the rural area are waking up and tired of such tirade of lies! A good friend of mine in a kampung called me to tell me that the Gomen are probably out of their minds for carrying out such scare tactics. He further told me it won't work anymore-lar.Gosh! The price of democracy and freedom over the eradication of corruption and power abuses. John Maxwell is right when he said ," Absolute power corrupts absolutely."

God, have mercy in this land of ours. God, hear the cry of your people over the corrupt nation and leaders we served.Give strength to the renewed, rejuvenated and the restored people! God, have mercy over our nation!

To the BERSIH rally walkers, I salute each and everyone of YOU! 

KOTOR-lar....

Believe me, I really wanted to stop writing about Bersih 2.0 rally until I read about the stupendous dose of stupidity on the part of our "men in blue". First and foremost, I must apologise to some of my good friends who are still in the force plus those who have left the force, I pray that you would not see my political bend on this matter but mere common sense. So, buddies, wherever you are, my sincere apologies but more importantly, the investigations on the recent "findings' of mischievous items of trying to cause havoc during the Bersih rally is truly laughable and a laughing stock for police investigations. I really expect our people in blue to stop taking the simplistic path of pin pointing such "stupid" evidence on the rally walkers. Should actually check the Police Evidence Room first to see if any of the previous days/weeks evidence of Bersih T-shirts or some street gang war items are missing there!

Come on! Petrol bombs, parangs , machete and what not are being planted at specific locations so that these so-called policemen on duty could find them is a REALLY far -fetched story indeed! Even a spastic fella would understand that you would not stashed things like this " "so openly and suspiciously " so that people can find it-lar. Aiyoo! The credibility and the reputation of the RMP is TOTALLY tarnished once and for all this time. The least these people can do is do a thorough investigations on who would benefit the most if chaos occur. Certainly not the Bersih organisers-lar. Certainly not the TRUE BERSIH supporters. Simple logic will tell you who would benefit the most - especially those shouting so loud about bloodshed and trying to stop the "Walk"-lar.

Let's be logical and cast away sentiments/biasness/prejudices, shall we? The scenario is simply this - the Organisers had assured/said/spoke till saliva fills to buckets, time and time again, it is a PEACEFUL walk. TRUE supporters of BERSIH would not go to that length to jeopardise their cause, would they? WHO then spoke and shouted so loudly about bloodshed and hooliganism or even fearful of planted hooligans to cause havoc? WHO-ar? What about deployment of martial arts exponents of various kinds to show boisterous support? WHO-ar?Listen, if I am going to create havoc in such a rally, I might as well use Kapak Siam, which is easily concealable or even smaller concealed weapons like knuckle buster, blistered chains, pen knives and so on , right? Why go through such a length to keep those items are strategic places when one can carry them with one self? Look, as I was looking at the pictures of the seized parangs, these are the ones which are usually used by Indons during the clashes at their kongsi and usually over women trouble-lar! As for the petrol bombs or petrol cocktails , it doesn't need a genius to assemble such a concoction,man. For Bersih t-shirt, gosh, there had been so many cases of confiscation of Bersih t-shirts and 1,001 printers plus garment manufacturers in the country,man. Come on-lar. There has to be tighter and more professional approach in investigations, man.  
The other point from me is that outsiders coming in to join in the rally is really unavoidable and these are the ones that would most probably be "planted" or even cajoled into joining the walk to kick a fuss and create havoc. Hell, a fistful of ringgits in the hands of  some drug addicts, Mat Gian, Rempits, Sikals, Indons, Myanmars, Boh Sia ,Bakul Sia or whatever, who knows what can happen, right? But the question has always been this - Who are the ones handing out the fistful of ringgits that are not caught? Instead, these fellas end up in some dump somewhere later on or even been given a ticket " Go Out of Jail" seasoned pass! It has always been like that because troublemakers will make peaceful rallies difficult. I hope that good supporters would quickly identify and stand up to "identify" these troublemakers when something do happen. It is always that people shy away from identifying these rascals that led to these rascals walking scot-free! Ahh! It's the Malaysian culture,already. What's the use when we have so many incidences that had happened in this country and these people blatantly got scot-free because "they want to express themselves" like what our so-called nauseating Home Minister confessed, right? Well, the men in blue is as guilty as the inconsistent and erroneous  Home Minister but I believe that the chain of command comes from the top. If the rot is at the top of the command chain, how do you expect the bottomliners to follow otherwise except for some brave souls, of course , who will be persecuted for failing to adhere to command, right?
I believe, good and true supporters of Bersih would adhere to a peaceful rally. I remembered in my younger days when I was at school, my BM teacher, Cikgu Ramli used to teach us about "perkatan lawan" . So, perkatan lawan untuk "BERSIH" is "KOTOR"! Funny, isn't it? Such a clean word can mean so dirty to so many corrupt people! Hmmmmmmnnnnnnn.......interesting!

An Observation....

I was at the hospital today and my heart went through some very testing time indeed. I have learnt that though the general hospital has many wonderful staff at work, there seemed to be some who still doesn't know what it means to be a public servant. Like I said, there are some really wonderful, dedicated and beautiful people working in the hospital and so, I will not lump them together with some of the rather "not so healthy apples" in the basket.  I am fortunate enough to be well-dressed, educated and literate. I have been to the General Hospital before and I know that every layer of our society goes through those sliding/glass panel/wooden doors each day seeking medication for their ailment day in day out.

I have often found that when you are dressed up sharp, smart and clean, you are usually treated "better" than the rest of the normal people. My sincere observations also included that if you speak clearly, politely and you do no raise your voice, you will be treated very nicely. If you are literate, you have a silver shinning pen ( be it a Sheafer or a Parker pen ) in your pocket, you will see the difference in treatment. Afterall, these "difficult ones" ( the not so healthy apples ) would not even dare to raise their voice to you or speak roughly to you because they will think that you are educated and your letters to the Director might land them in trouble.

I can't help but comment on this because today, I experienced the "double standard" treatment. You see, there was this wonderful mother who brought in her teenage daughter who was physically-challenged and was at the clinic way earlier than me. As I registered my daughter at the clinic, we took a number and sat down - waiting for the usual weighing in and blood pressure test and so on. All the while, I was at my best behaviour and I know that if I were to pace up and down the specialist aisle, somebody is bound to ask questions and if I smiled and asked the correct questions, our turn could be up next. By the way, we had an appointment earlier and so that wasn't the issue. What I saw next was kinda sad for me that is the mother and the daughter were told to go and get the preliminary test done before being called for their appointment. They were in the same room with my daughter at that time. I spoke to the mother while my daughter was waiting for her time to do the test. As I was at the door, she told me that both mother and daughter had to cater a cab to get to the GH for their appointment and get treatment for her daughter. How great was this woman's love for her teenage daughter! Then I asked her at what time did she came in and she told me that they had arrived at GH at about 7.45am and had waited until 9.25am to do the preliminary test. I was flabbergasted over this. It is a long wait indeed. Afterall, my daughter's appointment was at 9.00am and we are still doing the preliminary tests! Imagine doing the prelims at 9.25am when they should have done it earlier than us,right? Her physically-challenged daughter touched my heart, actually. Even though she was very challenged, she tried her best to walk to the scales and so on. The best part - always with a smile on her face. That takes courage and I am really blessed by her strength.  What was surprising to me at that time was my daughter was asked to do her prelim first before the poor girl. That was a little too much for me. So, I managed to corner one of the nurses and told her that rightfully, the poor girl should go first simply because she was there earlier than me or anyone else in the room doing the prelims. The nurse looked dumbfounded but after some exchange of words ( I was very courteous , I swear! ), I had asked her to get the girl to do her test first before my daughter because that is the only right thing to do. Finally, the poor girl went ahead of my daughter to get her prelims done. After that, my daughter and I waited outside the door of the doctor while the poor girl was struggling to get back to the public seat together with her mother. I could see that both mother and daughter smiled at me and I nodded my head. It wasn't a big gesture but those little things that we can do for others would go a long way. Don't you think so? 

Personally, I think, people like the mother and her physically-challenged daughter should get priority when it comes to prelim test and so on. I could see that they really struggled as a mother-daughter team. It isn't easy for them and just because they don't come in nice fancy clothes, not-so-educated and so on, should they be treated any different?  I am balled by the human perception on the importance of our exterior facade rather than our interior and simple goodness. Today's incident just proves my point. BTW, I did see them ( mother & daughter )again at the Pharmacy Room as I waited for my daughter's medication. I smiled at them while the mother went over to the water cooler to get a drink for her daughter. I smiled at them again and nodded my head.  Imagine, we had finished our appointment much earlier, got our medication and they just came in later to try to get to their medication! The time at the clock was at 10.25am and we were done. The poor mother and her daughter would still have to wait for the medication. It makes you wonder sometimes....it really does.............    

Bersih-lar.....

For the benefit of those who do not seemed to understand or blinking their eyes in complete oblivion to the very purpose of the "Walk".

BERSIH 2.0 – 8 POINTS

1. Clean the electoral roll


2. Reform postal ballot


3. Use of indelible ink


4. Minimum 21 days campaign period


5. Free and fair access to media


6. Strengthen public institutions


7. Stop corruption

8. Stop dirty politics

Aren't these items are actually valid points to be concerned about? Sure it doesn't concern you as long as "you scratch my back and I will scratch your back" kinda thingy , right?

Tsk!Tsk! Tsk! We all need to wake up-lar!

Anyway, will we be rounded up/caught and be asked to be a residence at Kamunting "house of nasi bungkus paradise" if we chant " BERSIH , Cekap, Amanah" or " Negara BERSIH, Rakyat Sihat" slogans? Hmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnn....... I wonder......

Ludicrous and lunatics....

Over the past few days , I have been taken to a comical plus comedy trip as I read in the papers, articles and watched clips in regards to the Bersih 2.0 rally. I can't help feeling that unwanted "threats" and creation of fear are at its upmost tempo in order to bring the people of this country to ransom. Thus, putting the country back to its pre-historic time of "divide and rule" policy.  Irresponsible people in the government, ultra-racialistic print media plus the ever egoistic and damning Perkosa leaders are shouting filth after filth to insult our intelligence and they got over scott free! Absolutely scot -free! What about those who threatened to burn buildings and used intimidating scare tactics on lives they don't even know? Doesn't that warrant an arrest? I am perplexed over the double standards in the laws of this country. Oooh! Give warning letter/verbal warning is the solution, I see.  It is no wonder the credibility of this government is down to the drains faster than my morning flushing.  I really wonder the "unimaginable powerful corruptible" hands that are supporting these leaders. Is there no conscience on their part if blood of the innocent are spilled on the very pavement we walk on each day? The moronic decisions and unimaginable stupidity by the Home Minister and his henchmen of so-called law enforcement officers ( Gosh I still have many good friends in the force - so sorry, guys!)  are definitely a laughing stock of the entire society and the world, for that matter. Day by day, we see our beloved country being raped of its resources by uncontrollable corrupt practises and we continue to see a rise of dark forces in playing the racial trump card to drum up fear and isolation in our lives. Is there any effort at all to clean up our darkened corrupt practises and sinister clouts at all?  

Ok, let's get back to Bersih 2.0. Sure, I support this group. I have no qualms about this.  BTW, I have never heard the organiser leaders saying that they want to topple the country or want to cause a revolution of taking over the country. Have you? What? Communism had infiltrated into our society? Yunno what, as far as I know, all the caves hideout and hideouts that was formerly used by the Communist are now a tourist attraction-lar! Really laughable scare tactics. We really love to spook ourselves, don't we? Tell me, who and which citizen of this beloved country of ours, in their sane and sound mind,  would like to go and embrace Communism rather than the life we have right now? Tell me-lar. Yeah, it isn't a great one but "boleh-lah" is what I'll say rather than Communism.  Gosh, have any of the detractors of this rally actually read what is the purpose of this gathering? Instead , I see silly businessmen and lunatic politicians screaming their lungs out , brandishing words of blood shed and promising violence! Who knows, maybe some of these lunatics are the ones paying some Indonesians/Myanmars and even Rempits to create havoc and get rowdy during the peaceful march. So , to the organisers of Bersih 2.0 , beware of such people in your midst who may be out to create mischief and who may collecting some bread money to create chaos amidst the peaceful rally walk. If I am not mistaken, coffeeshop owners are against such rally is for the fear of planted rowdies, law breakers and planted hooligans that may wreck their shops-lar not because of the rally. 

Logically, if a walk rally is organised well, good purpose, peaceful  and no hooligans - planted or otherwise, are eradicated, I do not foresee any rowdiness at all. Take a look at our Wesak Celebrations evening rally, a Christian rally walk or even a Muslim rally walk. What about our  Larian Merdeka and so many larian to support this and that purposes? Isn't that a rally too?  If we can be civil and respectful towards our religious rallies or even our social and sporting rallies, why can't the same tolerance be met with such a rally? To me, this is downright hypocrisy and mismanagement of the citizens support for the country leaders. I tell you this, whatever support the people had for the present government and people in the government had diminished all together with such blunders and stupidity of its governing ministers. Take a opinion poll on the government and try not to alter the results then.

Arresting people wearing yellow clothings and anything associated with yellow items are indeed a laughing stock of the people. I have not seen anywhere in our Constitution that says that. Anyway, some telecommunication network giant is going to scream when their men get arrested, then! I guess, lunatics will be around for many years to come but the evident question is how long this lunacy is going to go on? 

Stop promoting fear and stop using your "artificial" powers to invoke fear, you power craze lunatics! I dunno about you but my Bible says "Faith in - fear out!" . Agree?