Category: Daily Whatevers

I found this man who happens to be mentally-retarded, suffering from bad case of diabetes, had his left leg amputated below the knee, abandoned by his family at their former family house.

You can find him at Kampung Gombak Batu 19, Kuang, Selangor.

One f*cked up family.

THIS BE THE VERSE – PHILIP LARKIN

They f*ck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.

With the signboard down, efforts are being taken to bring new funds pumped in by new investors (read: suckers) to another country where ideas originated.

For you guys who have wrong-coloured skin, read the company’s actual policy:

We don’t necessarily discriminate. We simply exclude certain types of people.

I had my haircut today (or rather cutting what’s left of it). The radio at the barber’s blared this very familiar but long unheard of song: Anjali, Anjali, sung by Illayaraja.

I first saw this film on TV on Deepavali day of 1995. At that time I was with my investigation team at the Penang Station Staff Headquarters at Batu Ferringhi in the midst of an criminal investigation for the Air Force.

The film is about a dying autistic child, Anjali. She was born into a family that has two elder siblings. When the hospital alerted the father about her condition, so the father colluded with the hospital staff to inform his wife that she had stillbirth. The father however continued to care for this child secretly.

Eventually the truth leaked out, the child is brought back to the household. The film explores why the husband did what he did, how the family, including the two other children come to accept the child into their lives, how she is cared for, and whether they finally are ready to let her go.

This film is a true tearjerker, and tests your feelings if you are a parent.

Watch it if you are a parent.

Can you weather the storm?

I wish that I can turn back the clock…

So much has been said by many parties about the Causeway/Bridge fiasco. The latest salvo was unleashed by Datuk Seri Nazri Aziz, Minister in the PM’s Department against former PM, Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad. My father’s written about it several weeks ago in one of Sunday Star’s editions. Professor Emeritus Datuk Dr Khoo Kay Kim has also spoken about it. Some people asked me what I thought of the whole issue.

To me, the question of building half a bridge on our side and then connecting it to the present causeway on Singapore’s half should not be a problem to us Malaysians. I don’t see any legal issues there as far as International Relations goes. As long as the Malaysian side can guarantee that Singapore’s water supply from Johor is not affected. We are not asking the Singaporeans to play along and build their half to match ours, for God’s sake! I’m sure had the bridge been built, it would have helped alleviate some of the traffic flow problems the causeway is notoriously known for. When the Singaporeans reclaimed part of the straits that would have put the Royal Malaysian Navy’s recruit training center at Tanjung Pengelih, and the Port of Tanjung Pelepas in jeopardy, did Singapore bat an eyelid when we protested? No. I don’t think so. Why? It was perfectly within their jurisdiction to do whatever they please within the confines of their national boundary. So why should it have affected us had we continue to build the half-bridge?

To me, the only sound the Singaporeans would make would be due to economic and military interest. First, coastal traders from the west coast no longer have to sail through Singapore’s southern waters to get to the east coast. That may also help boost coastal trading between the east and west coast of Peninsular Malaysia. Secondly, a causeway is a more solid channel for Singaporean tanks to get to Segamat in the case of hostilities with Malaysia. A bridge would have been easier to be blown up in the event of hostilities.

Maybe we are all still half-past-six…

Saw this boat as I was walking back to Nazri 2. The owner must have once been so proud to own this boat. Now, as you can see, it is sunset for this boat…

That is how love and life is for us too…