The Story of My Friend

A collage of Faizal Sanusi

My good friend, Faizal Sanusi, has recently been discharged from hospital due to hypertension. It was his second hospitalisation in two months, the first being minor stroke. He’s only 38 this year.

Many would attribute his health deterioration to the uncertainties at his current workplace, having to pay for his previous medical bills, when the expatriates at his workplace got better treatement (hey, his Managing Director went to the hospital to foot the bill for this expatriate’s child’s treatment). And Faizal, who has been with that company even before it had its own computers, is now being treated like dirt.

If you ask me, knowing Faizal, he probably had hypertension due to the employer’s ability to actually pay him his salary. That must have really shocked him!

Faizal is a very fit person. Muscular…his shoulders are as stiff as an ox’s. He claims they are stiff because of work-related stress, I beg to differ. He has a peculiar way of keeping fit. As the national Deputy Head of the Youth Wing of the Parti Keadilan Rakyat, he often gets into scuffles with the Royal Malaysian Police’s Federal Reserve Unit (FRU). Everytime he is given a permit to demonstrate by the relevant OCPDs, he’d decline them because he loves it when the FRU personnel charge him and his political colleagues. That is the only way he actually gets to sprint, do middle-distance running, seasons his body to the batons, his eyes to the smoke gas etc. Now you know why he is tough. All that adrenaline rush helps him shed off his bad cholesterol and so on.

So, the only thing that could have brought him down was the shock of actually receiving money from his employers. Being an activist and a politician, he is used to working for free.

Anyway, the above are part of the jokes that our mutual friends like Azlan Chao, Besut Stud, the former SAPURA-soon-to-be-SAPURA again guy, Lifetime PAS Member, the Shaklee Robot, and I, have been making about this friend of ours.

Politics aside, Faizal is a good friend to have and you know that he would go out of his way to help his friends, me included. Faizal is an all-weather friend. And I hope his employers remember the years this good friend of mine has put in, the sacrifices that he and his family made for the company, and foot his medical bills. Try behave like human beings for once.

Get well soon, bro. I cannot lose a good friend like you. So try your best to outlive me.

Cigarette Party – Partie Finale

Auf wiedersehen, Deutschland! Welkom, Sud Afrika!

It’s been a good one month. I supported the underdogs like Cote d’Ivoire, Iran, Ghana and Portugal. In this morning’s final, I supported Italy. France was equally good, except for that headbutt incident by Zainuddin Zahidin. I like the Portuguese players most..Maniche, Cristiano Ronaldo, Simao, Deco…for their footworks, and of course, the virtually unbeatable goalkeeper, Ricardo.

In the earlier rounds, even South Korea was in. This is a country whose football team we used to beat the crap out of back in the 70s. See where they are now. And see what circus our football scene has metamorphosised into. It isn’t that the South Koreans have become stronger, but it is us, Malaysians, who have become weaker.

To my friend Azli Suhairi, whom I might be seeing later today, enjoy your cigarettes. You’ve been choosing the correct teams to bet on.

To the rest, support NS Naza.

Haha!