Sunday, May 31, 2009

My Bed of Vege - Week 1

For the past few weeks, i was acting like a little girl - imagine one who was told by her mommy that, not too long from now, she will get to go to her favourite shop, where she can pick any dresses she love along with matching marie janes, bag and hair pins. I was over the moon just thinking of that.

The day of reckoning dawned on me last week, as my dear good friend, Bro. PT CA , came over to my home sweet home, to prepare my 'beds'. He completed the whole process in less than 30 minutes, when it took him more than that travelling to my place. That speaks volume of how worthy he is. I am blessed. So, it's time to see them grow.

If i could, i would stay next to them, watching them grow in front of my eyes. If i could, i would stay home and take great care of them. If i could, i would sing them a lullaby so that they can grow strong and healthy - inside out. If i could, i would trade my career and be there for them. If only life is that flexible.

Like farmers, we need to learn that we cannot sow and reap the same day. Like love, we must suffer from missing someone for your heart to grow fonder. Like Bonds and Unit Trusts, the longer you wait, the better is your rewards. So, nights turned to days as the moon changing its role with the sun.

Today, my dearest babies - Caillee, The Chinese Kale Curly; Gwen, The Hong Kong Green Choy Sum; Sally, The Dwarf Pak Choy and Baylee, The Golden Yellow Amaranth - turned a week old. They are doing fine, looking so eager to face this maddening world. Here they are in their cutest, innocent forms.

"Hello my little precious, how are you doing down there?

I've always enjoy gardening but i've never tried planting my own vegetables, apart from seasonal plethora of cili padi, daun kesum, daun pudina and my dearest daun ketumbar. So, to start this little "Farm Fitness" project, initiated by my dear Bro. PT. CA, is like a dream come true.

While it keeps me fit (well, i think i am), maybe these quotes would tell you why me and many more people out there love playing with the dirts, drenched ourselves in sweats and tanned our skin for hours: -

Henri Alain once quoted that "Life on a farm is a school of patience; you can't hurry the crops or make an ox in two days".

Julie Moir Messervy says that "Of all the wonderful things in the wonderful universe of God, nothing seems to me more surprising than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof".

Meanwhile, Karel Capek professes that "Let no one think that real gardening is a bucolic and meditative occupation. It is an insatiable passion, like everything else to which a man gives his heart".

Marcel Proust
, full of admiration, praises that "Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom".

May Sarton thinks outloud that "A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself".

What if you heard this that even Mohandas K. Gandhi thinks highly of gardening and farming as he says that "To forget how to dig the earth and to tend the soil is to forget ourselves".

And so now i am becoming artsy as William Wordsworth penned his thoughts that "Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting".

My dear, welcome to your new world...

Yours Truly,

Ms. DooLittle

The Spirit of "Aam Aadmi"

I have been meaning to ponder on "Aam Aadmi" for the past 2 weeks after reading about landslide victory of Indian's ruling party - Nationalist Congress Party ("NCP") - in the world's largest democracy, having 714 million registered voters out of 1.148 Billion population, during its 15th GE.

"Aam Aadmi Ke Badhte Khadam" - loosely translated into "Common man marches ahead and every step he takes makes India stronger" has been NCP's mantra for the GE that it even produced several sharp, high-voltage 1-minute-long films showcase the Congress's 'commitment' to the common man and seek endorsement for the party from the voters. Check my favourite one here.

So, I went through going-to-be-10-year-old NCP website - pretty impressive and professional i'd say since i never come across one in our Ibupertiwi. Even more interesting to see how they describe their Prime Minister - "Prime Minister Dr. Manmohan Singh, India's fourteenth Prime Minister, is a highly acclaimed economist, administrator, thinker and scholar". Personally, i like the "thinker" part of it, which most of our politicians are lacking.

Then, i read upon their 2009 GE manifesto here, which outlines: -

1. What it stands for

(a) A democratic secular society wedded to equality and social justice as well committed to preserve the unity and integrity of the country, looking up at democracy as a holistic outcome of secularism in practice, ensuring equal rights, politically, economically and socially to each and everyone in the country.

(b) Secularism means fraternity amongst followers of different faiths, respecting each others’ faith and cooperation and coexistence among them without any prejudice.

(c) By equity and social justice to ensure equal opportunity for all in all spheres of life, especially for education and skill development with special affirmative action for the deprived sections of the society.

(d) To ensure the unity and integrity of India by strengthening our federal set up through decentralized functioning of the government and the rule of law without any prejudice to any religion, caste, creed, community, region, sex or status.

(e) The slogan is "Good governance and a stable government, development oriented, transparent and corruption-free".

2. Concept of Development

(a) Overall development of the life of the common man including the weaker sections of the society in as much as it provides a better life for them, better housing facilities, better food, better clothing, facilities for giving better education for their children, and better health facilities, that depend on more earnings or remuneration. So the economic development should provide for more employment opportunities and more employment generation schemes and projects.

(b) Making farming profitable by ways of minimum support price, liberalisation of market, farmer-friendly financing packages, waiver of accumulated of debts (resulted from successive natural causes like droughts and floods), amongst others.

(c) Implementation of The National Rural Employment Guarantee Scheme ("NREGS"), which guarantees 100 days’ work a year for those who register their names for work under the scheme.

It's a long manifesto but what makes it so appealing, that drove millions of common people to ballot boxes, proud to show off the indelible ink on their finger, is that, for once, there is one party that speaks for them. Indeed, Mr Abraham Lincoln quoted that "the ballot is stronger than the bullet".

As much as we call for free press and transparency in this Ibu Pertiwi, NCP had decided to "shield their campaign from prying eyes - even the press (read : "NO trespassers at this battleground")", as cited here. Their strategy worked to their benefit and of course, they don't have to deal with the likes of our Sai-fool guy and mentally-confused and distorted MSM as part of character assassination.

I could be biased in giving you my opinion but this is what Wall Street Journal described the NCP's victory on 17 May 2009: -

"A government with a convincing majority, unshackled from communist political allies of the past, was viewed as crucial at a time when officials are expected to explore fresh approaches to spurring India's economy, reforming its archaic labor laws and perhaps opening it further to global capital flows".

Even the Government of Mr. Barack Obama has quoted Mira Kamdar in its report as follows: -

“You are watching the enfranchisement into the political process of whole blocks of a population whose specific interests and needs really never found expression in that process before in any kind of direct way,” Kamdar said. New parties are coming up and old parties that used to be powerful are losing influence".

p.s. Sounds familiar to our dino-age B(e)N(d)...

Somehow, i cannot avoid but to think, it all started with my Mr. Barack Obama's presidential campaign, now every right-thinking political party would jump on this bandwagon of compassion, humanity, equality and justice for all. Yes, they better be unlike some parties in our Ibu Pertiwi, which continue to remain in the maze of confusion and make-believe of their own doing.

Thank God for the similar spirit, in my humble opinion, being applied during Penanti by-elction campaign, as shared here by Mr. G. Krishnan in his blogpost "Roosting Time". It was a brilliant move by PKR to side step what's hot in the MSM (who bothers anyway?) but to focus on what they can do to help the common people, like us, especially during this trying time.

It's a heartfelt relief for an ever-emotional yours truly because i always believe what the Ambassador of Love, Pearl Bailey says about hungry people - "Hungry people cannot be good at learning or producing anything, except perhaps violence".

I'm glad to see that politics is no longer about mind games, strategies and self-preservation (oh, pleaseee..i'd rather make my own 'jeruk'?) by stone-aged politicians and their likes. Let's bring back the sanctity of democracy to our Ibu Pertiwi, just like how it should be, according to Mr. Abraham Lincoln - "Democracy is the government of the people, by the people, for the people".

May "Aam Aadmi" spirit lives on our heartland.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Help Save This Autism Centre, Please?

My dear friends,

This is my response (verbatim) to Uncle Zorro's post in the wee hour today, sharing Mr. Shiok Guy's plea to save an Autism Centre, where he sends his 2 sons, from closing down.


Dear Uncle Zorro,

I have a Little Angel, my 2-year nephew, who has been diagnosed with mild Autism late last year.

With recent reporting how autistic children being treated abusively at the NASUM Centre (tied to chairs as they could be hyperactive), it is HIGH time to save this centre as I want to send my Little Angel there.

Dear Uncle Zorro,

Theres one sure-fire business strategic we have here in Malaysia. Give bad service at gomen-supported centres (just like our schools), the service providers will become very enterprising, offering their service outside the business hours (read: tuition classes).

So, i know how it feels for Mr Shiok Guy to call for this SOS. We do not wish these gifted kids to succumb to unwarranted stupidity we thought they are and definitely being abused for their limitations.

There a lot of studies showing how genius they could be in IT, engineering and architectural discipline. Some even in sports (theres a report on Micheal Phelps having mild case of autism). They could make a difference in this world, if they were given chances.

It must be made known that autistic cases in malaysia are increasing each year. The medical and therapy expertise are limited and most of the time, the specialists hang their coats to become a salesman, looking for donations to fund these centres.

I truly believe everyone has his special place in this world. Please lend your compassion to this SOS call.

May 30, 2009 3:55 AM

Pleaseeee, I wish and I pray that you will contribute in any ways possible to this SOS call. Apart from monetary contribution, where you can credit into Uncle Zorro's PBB Account shown above (to avoid Conflict of Interest - God bless Uncle Zorro Always), you can read from Mr. Shiok Guy's blogpost that this Centre needs a premise, renovation works, musical instruments, telco equipments, arts and teaching materials.

My Little Angel - Nor Haris Firdaus

Autism is close to my heart as my Little Angel, Nor Haris Firdaus, my sister's youngest son, suffers from one. He's ever cheerful, dancing to the tunes from his favourite Playhouse Disney Channel. He moves around the house, expertly, quietly, we even thought of wearing him a bell around his neck so we know his whereabout. He enjoys drawing and loves running around the supermarket (thanks to his Mak Long's "Let's do it your way" motto) - picking a can and looking hard at the label - as if he knew how to read. He's autistic but he is no fool, I tell you.

Yes, he has a problem with communication - how would you feel if your child could not even utter "Mama" or "Papa". However, he is fortunate for my sister decided to seek medical assistance when he was 1.5 years old - considering some parents only realised this when their child was 6 years old. As Autism has vast specturm of symptoms, we are thankful to God he now looks at us when we called his name. When one is challenged, even a little sign like that is so precious. Perhaps, you could be more attentive when one talks to you from now on - communication is indeed a gift.

Trying to find the best "Early Intervention Program" for my Little Angel is not easy. My sister had been to several government-sponsored centres, as recommended by the specialist, but to see how these children being treated - it is a heart-breaking experience for any mother. Not forgetting, trying to get the best therapy for your loved one drains you financially.

Let me ask you this - would you be hard and harsh to someone who is sick? Would you let him be sick for the rest of his life?

Now that I know there is a Centre, God willing, with all of our help, my Little Angel and many more out there will have a better place for him to learn to become an independent being one fine day.

Will you help me put back the smile on their faces, please?

Monday, May 25, 2009

My Ticket to Compassion

First, I need to confess – I take a bus to work and I only have to take ONE bus. In other words, I am ‘chauffeured-driven’ to work by a fleet of red-and-white buses (mostly air-conditioned), attended by ‘land stewards’, double my age – that costs me RM147 per month.

Second, whenever you see some of these buses, you would wonder if they could be driven back and forth down KL-Kuala Selangor route from 5.30 am till 9.00 pm, every single day. God has mercy on this people, who work hard to fend for their beloved family. As much as I pity these uncles to handle these old ‘sardine cans’, I was astounded to find out that they would rather drive these old buses. The buses are so old, whenever it throttled, you would pray hard that the bolts and nuts remain intact.

Third, Selangor Omnibus Co. manages these buses – I think the oldest transportation company in Malaysia as this year, it will turn 72 years old. I found an article published in 2007 about what these buses mean to the passengers, including yours truly, here. They have a picture of Mr Prakash, Medan Pasar station master who would share stories about his daughters and his failing health on our way back home, and Mr. Ang, a stern looking man but would smile whenever I flash my pass as he can rest his callous, tired fingers.

I hope RapidKL can learn a thing or two from this company and its people. Yes, RapidKL has the best fleet of buses, driven by uniformed drivers (but as usual, looks can be deceiving), I bet they can’t even come close to my Selangor Omnibus Co. in terms of service standard.

I take the bus as early as 6 am (so i could avoid the maddening traffic and starts work with a smile) and get down around 8.30 pm, every working day . There are days when I had to stay back (due to works or attending to my counterpart from some other part of the world a.k.a dinner appointment) and took a bus back around 12 midnight. Thanks for your concern, I am blessed with reliable drivers and ticket masters –they even treated me like I’m like one of their daughters or sisters – I feel secured with them. What scares me most is actually the nut-case passengers. Even then, I have my saviours – other male passengers (routines seals our silent, simple friendship), who would offer their seat, so I could avoid such horrendous experience for an hour or more. God bless them always.

My God, they have done a lot to me and that made me thinking - is it worth their pay, time and concern to do that when I pay a meagre RM147 a month? It must be their compassion. It must be their humanity that cut across any religion and racial barriers. They touch my soul.

They might not be educated. But then, what good education is if the educated ones keep trampling our rights for their self-preservation? They earn too low a pay yet they do it anyway, with pride and responsibility.

This post is for them for I got My Ticket to Compassion and that's priceless because - could you put a price to a smile? So, when was the last time you practised your compassion?

Saturday, May 23, 2009


Born a Pisces, I'm a proven shrewd judge of character. Unfortunately, in the Land of Malaysia Boleh Lah land, where hypocrisy is deemed trendy, my sound judgement of character brings me smaller circle of friends -ones before whom i may think aloud - and ever slim chances of meeting the other half of me. While i could stop following my gut feelings and win more, merrier friends and having more proposals in my hands, it is definitely the right thing to do - i shall follow my heart.

Look at this photo. For me, it pictures 'Semangat Setiakawan' at its best. It reflects the true spirit we, ordinary malaysians, have been dreaming on - tiga warna, tiga bangsa, satu suara, satu negara.

If there is one model to emulate, the rightful Perak State Government is the best model to start with.

Gentlemen, we are with you - always!

Friday, May 22, 2009

In Your Daughters' Eyes


Dear Datin Seri Hajjah Fatimah Binti Taat,

As a woman, I am so proud of you for what you have shown us in your quiet ways for the past 3 bleak months, standing behind our hero, loving father to your children, your beloved husband, Yang Berkhidmat dan Yang Bertauliah Datuk Seri Ir Mohammad Nizar Jamaluddin.

Dear Ma'am,

Extraordinary moments requires extraordinary women like you, to carry our beacon of hope for our next generations to come. I am yet to find my man but i do know that no man will stand strong, no man will remain true to his principle and no man will continue fighting without a true love and undying devotion from a woman just like you.

Dear Ma'am,

For every aches in your heart, for every sleepless night that you have to endure, for every tear that falls, for your constant fear of safety of your loved ones - I wonder if you are made of diamond - the toughest matter in the world. I wonder if you ever falter and wish you could turn back the time.

Dear Ma'am,

Today, i saw you walking side by side to our hero at the court. Ma'am, i could sense your worries but you remained calm and composed. Who says women are weaklings? Having a woman like you, we could conquer this world and the evilness that gripped its soul.

Dear Ma'am,

Always remember that our prayers and well wishes are with you and the ones that fight for us - the ordinary Anak Bangsa Malaysia. For that, I am forever indebted to you and your family. You are par excellent. You are our Srikandi.

It's another long road to justice, Ma'am. Please take good care of yourself. We are still in need of your strength.

Dear, Ma'am,

Till then, I dedicate this song to you.


(Anak Bangsa Malaysia)

In My Daughter's Eyes

In my daughter's eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be
In my daughter's eyes

In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light and the world is at peace
This miracle God gave to me
Gives me strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter's eyes

And when she wraps her hand around my finger
Oh it puts a smile in my heart
Everything becomes a little clearer
I realize what life is all about
It's hangin' on when your heart has had enough
It's giving more when you feel like giving up
I've seen the light
It's in my daughter's eyes

In my daughter's eyes I can see the future
A reflection of who I am and what will be
Though she'll grow and someday leave
Maybe raise a family
When I'm gone I hope you see how happy she made me
For I'll be there
In my daughter's eyes

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Searching for My 'Safety Car'

This weekend, F1 will come alive at Monte Carlo - the land of Grace Kelly.

I stopped keeping up with F1 since the cold and cool Mika Hakkinen left the scene in 2001. Perhaps, i should push the re-start button now that Brawn GP came up top this season. Wow, Ross Brawn surely knows how to make great investment buying the Honda team and turned it into a WINNER. How inspiring.

p.s. No, I'm not anti-Ferrari . I happen to support Finnish drivers only :P and teams that came back strong like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

Apart from Mika, I couldn't help myself but praying that something will happen during the race because i wanted to see my one and only F1™ Safety Car. Yes, this one SEXY car has the power of keeping the F1 cars (and drivers) under control. For 2009 season, it's the SL 63 AMG, as the Official F1™ Safety Car.

Ok, enough ramblings about my sexy car. What i wanted to share is this excerpt of Allianz' ads in TIME: -

"This year's Formula 1 season brings with it some dramatic changes, making the races even more exciting. But in every race there's one constant factor everyone relies on - the presence of Bernd Maylander, the official Formula One Safety Car Driver."

Hey, it sounds logical if i changed it as follows (please do some thinking and fill in the blanks OK?): -

"This year's political scene brings with it some dramatic changes (new peeyem, bye/buy-elections, froggies and zombies ran amok in 'school assembly, hop-hopping courts, ____). But in every scene there's one constant factor everyone relies on - the presence of ______ , the Official ______."

So, can you help me searching for my nation's 'Safety Car and its Driver' please?

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Don’t Tell My Mother I’m In…

I had that episode in my real life recently.

Perhaps, I was lured to do so after watching lanky, soulful and easygoing Diego Buñuel in his documentary on NatGeo (10.00pm). Last night, we went to Balkans after a trip to heavenly Shangrila Lake in Pakistan last week.

Balkan trip for Diego, I shall say, an emotional trip as he once served under the French Military Service in Sarajevo. In this episode, we were told that the Serbs attacked the Bosnians based on a topography map (Why? Oil-rich lands belonged to the Muslim Bosnians), there is a pyramid in Bosnia, and underneath the peaceful ambience in Balkans, even a small issue could turn into a fight (Why? Western = too Christian, Eastern = too Muslim, so they opted to look north). Do you think you would know these from regular media? Awesome!

Here’s what I got from NatGeo’s site: -

“For the past ten years Diego Buñuel has been a foreign correspondent for French Television covering all kinds of countries like Iraq, Afghanistan, or the Congo.

Every time he left for one of his stories, he would tell his production crew in the Paris office, “Don’t tell my mother I am in Colombia, it makes her really nervous.”

After a few years of travelling repeatedly, Diego realised that the international news coverage, of which he was part of, only focused on the worst headlines possible.

So Diego embarked on a rather unusual effort; to talk about countries that make headlines, but instead on focusing on the same three basic stories, he extended the reach of his eye to look at a more subtle vision of these countries, full of culture, people, interests that rise high above the daily news reports".

This is a must-watch documentary, after the absence of Ian Wright’s Globe Trekker. This is soul-searching, hope-renewing show that rejuvenates your belief – as perfectly quoted by Arthur Golden -“Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are”.

I hope we could see people without prejudice and the key to that is – to know these real people, simply.

Let’s make the soles of our Yang Berkhidmats well worn, walking and talking to us, the people. Then, whatever policies and projects they come up with, will reflect what we, the people, really need.

Monday, May 18, 2009

My Kind of Men

p.s. Just the right photo for me!

This week is going to be BIG NEWS Week, someone told me. Indeed, Monsieur!

Here's why and having them all from my kind of men, unfortunately none is from the Land of Malaysia Boleh, I know this week will be a great week for me :)

How I wish we have more men like him, when he said these: -

(a) "I do not suggest that the debate surrounding abortion can or should go away. Each side will continue to make its case to the public with passion and conviction. But surely we can do so without reducing those with differing views to caricature."

(b) "Let us work together to reduce the number of women seeking abortions. Let's reduce unintended pregnancies. Let's make adoption more available. Let's provide care and support for women who do carry their child to term."

One man who protects any women is priceless. You may want to listen to John Mayer's "Daughters" on my playlist to know why men must protect us, women.

2. In India, a country that has touched my soul deeply, Gandhi family scion, 38-year old Mr. Rahul Gandhi was praised as the architect of its Congress party's unexpected electoral victory - the best since 1991.

So, he's young, handsome and the most eligible man in the Indian Continent but his humble response to this "Jai Ho" what makes me want to clone him :)

(a) Mr. Manmohan Singh said this - "“It is my wish that he should be in the Cabinet but I may have to persuade him to do so”. Tell me what is that supposed to mean, OK, if you wish to differ in opinion from mine - so 'not gila kuasa', unlike majority of our politicians.

(b) Analysts said Gandhi’s clean-cut image, willingness to praise political opponents and ability to straddle generations may have helped the Congress campaign. Wow, we seriously need to learn from Rahul.

(c) He dedicated the "Jai Ho" to the poor and the young in the rural areas, whom he praised as the Powerhouse of India. “I have got a job to do. It is to help the youth of the country to change the political atmosphere...I want youths to participate in politics".

I have a soft spot for small children and youths and to see their rights being taken away from them makes my heart bleed. If only we could stop blaming the youths but help them finding their place in this world.

If only we could see how precious youths are to any nation, just like Rahul, this Ibupertiwi shall be a perfect place for all Anak Bangsa Malaysia. In fact, I do have a perfect example here in Malaysia so you need to read what Encik Noni Kapet and his benevolent friends have contributed to a small group of lucky youngsters.

3. My Mr. Arsene Wenger, "the club’s manager of 13 years chose not to rebuff the possibility of a future role at Real Madrid and instead conceded that the prospect of working under Florentino Pérez in Spain would be “interesting”.

Yes, I support the man and not the club so if he feels the pasture is greener on the side of the field and if that makes him a better person, i will be 100% behind him...

(a) What he said about Arsenal supporters' frustration - “You sit here, you are in the last four in Europe, and every day you feel you have killed someone. It is unbelievable. If you do not take a distance with it, you think ‘What kind of world do we live in?’ We lose against Man United who have 10 times more resources, it’s not a shame. They are the best in the world. Congratulations to them. If you play tennis tomorrow and you lose against Nadal, you can still say you are a good player.”

Gosh, I need to clone him too as some men will remain affiliated to his 'long-gone belief' eventhough it is morally wrong and intellectually challenged. Perhaps, it has got to do with ego but please, we need more men like my Mr. Arsene Wenger, if you know what i mean **wink**wink**wink**

Sunday, May 17, 2009

The Unhygienic Malaysians

p.s. Clean politicians save our lives too, kan? **wink**wink**
While now we, malaysians, are alarmed about increasing number of A(H1N1) Human Influenza Virus, I wish we do not forget to see the small notes highlighted about the Typhoid, TB, Influenza and Meningitis outbreaks all over our country. These diseases can be as lethal as A(H1N1) virus outbreak, if left untreated.

For the past 3 weeks, 10 in my office building have been tested positive for TB and I heard there is another office in KL, which has been strucked with the same disease. I was told that the doctors were baffled as of why too many contracted that disease. Gosh, i hope they - the doctors - read this letter by Mr. Reuben Sher "Is the Malaysian Public Healthcare System in Disarray ... Are we Safe?" as published in Uncle Pete's MT. How could they be so ignorant? TB has been making a BIG comeback these days. Shishhh!

Though our management has assured us that they have taken necessary actions to contain the spread of the disease, it is sad to see that those people who has been categorised as highly likely to pass around (the carrier) or to contract the disease, have been utterly selfish and ignorant. Despite being quarantined, some sneaked out to meetings, went mingling, shopping and eating at public places - without any precautions. Unfortunately, they have put others at risks - others like their family members, colleagues, friends and public at large. They would say "I'm OK, so I don't care" but I do. I do not wish to spread this disease to my ageing parents and my active nephews. My loved ones would suffer more than I do.

So, Mother Therese says that "one the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody". We cannot be nobody to anybody. You could be a father or a mother to your child, what make you think you could walk around to other parents and get them infected? You could be a daughter to your parents and what make you so senseless to allow someone's parents to get down with one?

I was told that months before this TB outbreak, a few staff had been down with TB-like disease but it was not spelled out in the medical certificate and the said staff even tried to conceal this. What were they trying to hide from us? Shouldn't we be informed so it would spread to others knowing this kind of disease could remain dormant in your body till it gets activated? By right, regardless if we are highly likely or highly unlikely to catch one, we all in the building should wear masks at all times.

My beloved Atok once had TB as a result of having his meals too often at warungs when my aunty was away. He took tens of tablets 3 times a day to recover for at least 3 months. It was a sorry sight to see him taking a long time to finish his medication. Alhamdullilah, he got better pretty fast and none of us got infected despite my parents went back south to care for him for a month. It simply because my parents were very much knew what to do and what not to do and my Atok, my his soul be amongst the righteous, was very disciplined with his medications and was concerned enough not to spread the TB.

From then on, we reduce our tapau or eating outside the house. Since a few months back, i have started to bring my lunch to the office and to some extent, even my breakfast. No more cut fruits from roadside stalls - I opted to bring my own (an apple a day keeps the doctor away). Me and my colleague even thought of having fruit basket at our place. We realise how poor the quality of food being sold to us. Is it that hard to serve nutritious, healthy and clean food?

You may call me fussy but I am more concerned about their hygiene - starting from who prepared them, how they are being prepared, do they being subjected to certain method to prevent the food from becoming bad (fast) - and even to the extent, were they being prepared with care and love?

You may call me nosy but I am baffled to see some people leaving the rest room without washing their hands. Please, for whatever business you did in that loo, could you please just leave it there and not on the door knob, the door etc.? Eeewwwwww...

You can have 1Malaysia but make sure you use different clothes for different purposes OK. Would you be scrubbing your dining table with the one used to clean your wash room? Eeeewwww... No way, kan?

As i told someone that i even judge people from their kitchen (my Mak told me kitchen is the heart of your house), i see so many bad habits at the pantry. Some simply leave their dirty utensils in the sink. Some 'dust' the cabinet with MILO and Nescafe. Some spill. Maybe they thought they bring along their maid from home to clean up after them. Gosh, i thought this 'ketuanan' attitude only applies to politics, it even 'invades' our pantry. Ish ish ish...

Please, we could be complacent enough to let our politics becoming so 'unhygienic' a.k.a. dirty. Just don't let it spoil out health, home and office too...

Friday, May 15, 2009

My Laws

Zewt always come up with brilliant posts that make us the avid readers of his blog thinking. Since he asked us "What's your Law?", I would be delighted to have the following laws enacted: -

1. Those who mistreated their animals shall be sentenced for imprisonment and community service at SPCA, Fury Friends and other animal sanctuaries/conservatories for, at least, 3 months. No bails allowed. The complainant for such animal cruelty shall received a token of appreciation from the Government as Gandhi-ji says that "The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated".

2. Once a divorce is finalised by the relevant Courts, the employer of the ex-husband must be immediately notified by the Government on the agreed alimony via salary deduction, which will be credited into the ex-wife's account.

p.s. I am yet to think how to deal with self-employed ex-husbands. This is tricky, yes, most men are, don't you think?

3. Those developers, who did not re-home the animals from the habitat, shall be revoked of their development order and the directors should be blacklisted from being appointed as one to any other companies for 3 years. I've seen monkeys rummaging through garbages for food. It's a pity sight to see them got killed as they tried to cross the roads to feed their hungry kids.

4. Office politics should be made a 'sin'. I need your help with the kind of punishment to 'educate' these group of people.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Good Shepherd

When i went upnorth last week, I was asked this question "Awak Sokong Sapa" by someone because we were all dressed in black - no blue, green or white; no rocket, bulan or mata. It was not my intention to being sarcastic (though i am quite good at that) but i replied "Saya sokong PR". She was quite taken aback with "ohhh" acknowledging my words.

Yes, i mentioned before that "Politics Matter" - just like who you choose as your hubby or your wife - so now they wanted to label me. Shouldn't we support a group on the ground of common values? Shouldn't we elect people that 'walk' these values?

Encik Art Harun
gave me the most perfect answer in his "The Wolf and the Silence of the Lamb", which he has permitted me to produce it here (verbatim) so i could share it with you. While i despise certain type of lawyers (for reasons of course), i take his every written words, wholly, because a lawyer who plays guitar, will write with his heart, mind and soul.

It is long (well, what do you expect from a lawyer:) but it is worth to read. For i believe, it is important that we, the guardians of our future, put our foot on the right track on who should we send to represent us in our PTA, local council, community committee, sports clubs and organisations and most importantly, our August House.

Relish this - "The Wolf and the Silence of the Lamb" by Encik Art Harun.

We have to admit it. That democracy is a flawed system within a bigger political pool consisting of systems which are even more flawed is a fact. That we live within a flawed system out of necessity or the lack of a better alternative - as all the other systems are thought to be worse - is disconcerting, to say the least.

The core of democracy is representation. It is a system of governance where the people are represented by representatives who are elected by the people. These representatives then form a government. The government than governs the people. A state is then formed, consisting of the government and the people it governs.

In theory therefore, the people are actually governing themselves. The representatives, who are elected by the people, are the voice of the people. The state therefore is the manifestation of the people's wishes and desires, expressed through the government which consists of the representatives chosen and elected by the people. Abraham Lincoln, in his famed Gettysburg address, thus aptly described his government as "a government of the people, by the people and for the people".

Karl Marx has his utopia, which is a nation where the people work as one towards achieving a common desire. Where individualism and individualistic needs and objectives are suppressed all in the name of the one and only desire, namely the desire of the state, the one state, so to speak. Utopia is therefore not unlike an ant colony. Or a bee colony. But Marx forgets that the suppression of individualism and individualistic needs and objectives is a denial, and in fact is a transgression of liberty which the state is supposed to protect in the first place. How could liberty be protected by mass suppression?

The obvious flaw in Marx's theory of a utopian society makes democracy a very alluring alternative. If at all, it pushes to the fore the false notion that liberty is the product of democracy, when in fact democracy is just but one of the many (flawed) ways of protecting liberty. Liberty is not caused by democracy. It rather is the cause for democracy.

That brings us to some sobering thoughts. Can liberty be usurped by democracy? Is it possible for a democracy to destroy liberty in itself? In that event, what will happen to democracy? Can it exist without liberty?

The obvious flaw in the theory of democracy, to my mind, is the emphasis it gives to the voice of the people who form the majority. I am of course mindful that the utilitarian principle by Jeremy Bentham posits that an act or policy which brings the most happiness to the greatest number of people would be a good act. Such act, being good, would jurisprudentially, at least, be legally justified. If we take that position to its logical conclusion, the Bosnian massacre would then be a good act. It could then be argued that it was an act of the elected Serbian government which presumably had the support of the majority of the Serbian people. It could further be argued that the objective of that act was to establish a new territory and border thus giving the greatest happiness to the greatest number of the people. Never mind the rights of the Bosnian minority. They were terrorised, tortured, raped and murdered – close to being annihilated - , all in the name of the sovereignty. Was that an acceptable act?

Here lies the biggest weakness of democracy, namely, the trampling of minority rights all in the name of democracy. Viewed from this perspective, democracy is no better than the law of the jungle, where the strong survives and the weak obliterated. If the law of the jungle dictates the right to rule on physical strength, democracy dictates the same on the strength of numbers. The end result is the same, namely, the trampling of minority – the weak – rights.

Let’s face it. The rise of the state to the extent of it overtaking democracy itself is a real threat. We have seen this over and over again. There will come a time, in many civilisations, where the state became the goal rather than the means to the people’s goals and dreams. The end result would be absolutism, where finally the powers centred onto a tiny little dot, namely a figure head or a council of some sorts. The cycle would then continue for a new and fresh struggle for liberty. When achieved, that liberty would again found a democracy. And a new state would be born.

In modern times however, the rise of the state and the taking over of the people’s voices and rights, is much more refined in its operation. It is much more insidious. Democracy lulls people to sleep, especially when that democracy perceivably delivers what it promises, namely, the protection of liberty and materialistic deliverance. Under this model, the sole, or at least the primary, objective of the state would be the maintenance of power within the ruling elite. With that objective, the state or the government would go about “colonising” the minds of the people through state controlled mass media, spin and propaganda machines.

“A vote for us is a vote for a safer nation”, for example. It could have easily been “a vote for us is a vote for the nation”. But the word “safer” is insidiously crafted in that spin. The message is subliminally implanted. Soon the mind of the people would be colonised. It will be set. It is not safe to vote for somebody else. Power is maintained. Objective achieved. Liberty is supposedly protected, when it is in fact shaped, moulded and controlled.

The colonisation of the mind is but the most insidious and most debilitating form of repression. It is non violent, at least not in a physical way. It operates below the surface. It attacks, invades and conquers the sub-conscious. And all these take place in bright daylight, without realisation. Meanwhile, the achievements of modernisation, materialistic possession and physical development serve to opiate the masses into a deep sense of security and achievements. Soon the people are taken over by a serious addiction. An addiction to the way of life which has been planned organised and served by the state.

“Another project by your benevolent Government”, shouts the signboard. Or “a vote for us would ensure political stability and development”. Which is another way of saying “without us, there won’t be any stability and development.” Which means, you will lose whatever you are having now and you will be in trouble. And the conclusion is, “you have no choice but to vote for us!”

Colonisation of the mind is then complete when the people get used to their everyday life. A life courtesy of the ruling elite. Courtesy of the state. And the people would then be lauded by the ruling elite for their wisdom in choosing a government who made it all possible. The people have, by this time, been a victim to their own liberty. They are entrapped and enslaved by the very liberty which they seek the state to protect. It is ironical that democracy could therefore be a premise to absolutism which ultimately end with liberalised slavery.

Ibn Khaldun, in “Muqadimmah” observed that communal spirit (“assabiya”) would band together people from different tribes into a political force. He however noted that as success being achieved and unbridled wealth and good life followed, the people would lose their strength and their ability to fight. Even national security would be taken care of by foreigners as the people would not even want to be soldiers anymore. The leaders would be bathed in opulence, corruption and greed. The good life would soon consume the whole state and that state would soon crumble. It will then give way to newer state which were controlled by another tribe or a group of tribes who were as hungry as the first tribe. The whole cycle would then repeat itself throughout history.

Closer to our time, Herbert Macuse in “One Dimensional Man” would lament the fact that the materialistic world in the post-industrial era would soon reduce the people into some kind of zombies. He would draw a portrait of a "comfortable, smooth, reasonable, democratic unfreedom" society where all the technological means provided by our civilisation to free the individual from toil and ignorance would be perversely used to enslave us. The result of all these would be the birth of a one dimensional man, a man who is a happy, enterprising creature who "cannot imagine a qualitatively different universe of discourse and action" than the one he inhabits. He takes his post-industrial world as a given, and seeks to thrive within its sturdy factual boundaries. The one-dimensional man regards society's dazzling array of lifestyles and career options as examples of free choice, rather than what they truly are - false needs that confine his consciousness.

Finally, under the conditions of a mass society, “the multi-dimensional dynamic by which the individual attained and maintained his own balance between autonomy and heteronomy, freedom and repression, pleasure and pain, has given way to a one-dimensional static identification of the individual with the others and with the administered reality principle.”

Be that as it may, democracy, with all its frailties and deformities, is still the best bet that we have. We must always bear in mind that democracy is not about the right to vote or to elect our representatives. It is about our wishes, desires and needs as a member of a society. When we vote and elect, we are appointing a person in whom we would entrust such wishes, desires and needs. That is what democracy is all about.

Democracy can work and work well if, and only if:

· We maintain our awareness and are quick to remind our representatives of our rights and their duties.

· The system of check and balance imbued in our democracy is well observed and is not destroyed. On this, it is disheartening to see that in our country, the Court has encroached on the Legislature recently. It is of further concern that no less than our Federal Court had last year concluded that the doctrine of separation of powers is not part and parcel of our Constitution.

· We must divide and rule our so called leaders. A strong opposition is needed in the Legislature in order to provide an inherent check and balance mechanism in the Legislature itself.

· Our displeasures must be shown where it hurts the most, namely, at the ballot boxes. Once we are not happy with the performance of our elected representative, we must change him or her, regardless of the party he or she comes from.

· We must not support parties or characters. We must support whatever is good for us and for our society. We give credit wherever it is due. For example, the recent cabinet decision on the child conversion issue must be lauded as it reflects progressive thinking.

Let’s not allow the wolf, whom we have chosen to protect our lambs from growing too big and ferocious so much so that it starts eating the lambs which it was supposed to protect in the first place.

We are the shepherd. We decide.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

My Favourite Joke of The Day!

It's another joke from our Kangaroo Court that the usurp goons are given the stay of appeal by a lone ranger and now insisted that YB Nizar and his men to vacate the State Secretary Building immediately. Ish, ish, ish, Truly gila kuasa or shall i say tamak harta? Heheheh no wonder they scrambled to send in the FRU trucks and those robots (what a waste of public funds, shish, again?!)

Let's logical human beings understand that those goons are never legally elected, thus rendering them with no absolute power for YB Nizar and his gentlemen to heed their demands. It is simple, kan?

Gosh, thank God i'm back here or else i wouldn't know how to explain to my friends in the Little Red Dot seeing those lame men and some makciks turn Perak into their big Royal Circus. Oh, of course they can understand, as the Royal London Circus hasn't been here since January 2008. But, who would want to watch the show when our 'pockets' are always empty? Must be the subsidies aye?

p.s. This circus is strictly for those who find low-class 'jokers' performing all kind of 'acrobatic' moves entertaining but opens for all who wish to join the Kangaroo Court as we need more court jesters!

God is Always Great - II

Do It Anyway - Martina McBride

You can spend your whole life
Building something from nothing
One storm can come and blow it all away
Build it anyway

You can chase a dream that seems so out of reach
And you know it might not ever come your way
Dream it anyway

God is great
But sometimes life ain't good
And when I pray it doesn't always turn out like I think it should
But I do it anyway, I do it anyway

This world's gone crazy and it's hard to believe
That tomorrow will be better than today
Believe it anyway

You can love someone with all your heart
For all the right reasons
And in a moment they can choose to walk away
Love them anyway

You can pour your soul out singing a song you believe in
That tomorrow they'll forget you ever sang
Sing it anyway, Yes, sing it anyway

I sing ... I dream ... I love ... Anyway

p.s. I wanted to write something (but my fingers were red and swollen after spending half a day writing letters, thanks to technology, i never spent that long nowadays) and this song came over Lite FM.

I guess the lyrics just said everything i wanted to share with you on why i would never give up on everything and everyone that matters to me, come what may.

Yes, I would do it anyway...

Sometimes, we need to stop being over-analytical, over-critical, over-skeptical, over-insecured, trying to live a fairy tale in this big, big world with a lot of crazy people. I wonder what life is, if not for the uncertainties...

Since the court declared YB Nizar as the legitimate MB of Perak, some were genuinely happy (to quote someone "if they are jantan enough, call for fresh election") while some were skeptical (political manouevre).

It's shocking to find too that a few were lost with what's going on. Please, i am not talking about pakcik, makcik in kampung but people who have internet access. So, may i ask you why this group of people was out of touch - I feel sorry for them...

If i was a christmas tree, you could see all the bulbs on me shining brightly, gleefully. I have to thank Kak Wa of Ipoh and Mr. Whisperer, who took their precious time, to text me about the good news. We, in the training room, clapped our hands as the trainer said that we should if this news is a good one. Yes, Ms. Mari!

Sometimes, a glimpse of hope is all we need to go through this madness. For that, we shall not give up and let go of what we believe in.

Sometimes, a moment of happiness is all we need to remember how much we treasure everyone around us and it is enough just to love, without asking to be loved in return...

But most of the time, we need to give unconditionally and only then, hope will live, forever...

Yes, God is always Great...for making us human enough to endure...

Monday, May 11, 2009

God is always Great

God, the Almighty, is always great
It is always the darkest before dawn
That we did not frown
God, the Sustainer, is always great
Down we went, battered and shattered
Yet that didn't matter

God, the Victorious, is always great
For victory is sweetest
When you have known the defeat

For the courage of those who fight for the people
For the bravery of those who made the decision
For this moment of time
A glimpse of hope
For us to move ahead
Towards better Malaysia

Yes, it is a beautiful feeling, a rather serene one. I know we were all deep in thankful prayers when this rightful news was made public.

Yes, it is a great feeling, a rather sober one. For what we had gone through since last Thursday, we remain standing, not falter..

Thank you God..I am forever yours...

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Dear Ah-soo Hee and Mokcik Idah

Dear aunties,

thank you for crying wolf that both of you aunties had been manhandled by PKR and DAP state assemblymen last Thursday when you two were the ones 'sibuk2' amongst the gentlemen. I shall also do that when the guys in the LRT, commuter and bus came too near to me when those public transport were halted without notice. Yes, aunties, i will be laughing my way to the bank because i will make a lot of many money from such sexual modesty encroachment complaints i made. Yes, i will fill my wardrobe with stuffs from Zara and will then afford LV and Jimmy Choo (oh yes, 'belilah barangan buatan malaysia';).

Thank you aunties, you really are the voice of women in Malaysia who have enough of nonsense from men..kan?

Dear Ah-soo Hee,

I shall also get myself pepper spray so i could hurt those men where it hurts the most as i know i wont be able to kick them in their groin in such packed public transport. And aunty, i am a darn good cakemaker, will you teach me how to be a bloody good kingmaker? ;) Oh, before i forgot, i must salute you for making a remark that PAS men are the gentlemen lots. Indeed, they are, but how come you realised this now? This is internet-age world ma'am, please surf more ok?;) And google for Unit Amal PAS ok?

Dear Mokcik Idah,

I shall salute you getting out of your way to protect your lame men in that assembly hall. I've suggested too many a time that this nation has to be managed by women like Mokcik Idah. Er, Mokcik Idah, i believe you have overcame your fear for indians as you did not 'pukul' those indians when you and those lame men of yours appointed ..sapa tu (er, cannot get his name la since he lost in the last election Mokcik Idah) the new speaker. I'm so happy for you because you have saved this world from extinction of this one particular race, who has been scientifically proved as the most beautiful race. I guess when you have to save your(ass)self, you will overcome whatever 'phobia' you have, kan Mokcik Idah? ;)

Dear aunties,

I'm in a big dilemma. Mommies would not hurt people they care - that is your rakyat. Mommies would never make things worse as they are always the ones with good sense and highly capable of calming the maddening fire or hurricane. You see, perhaps with you as the good example of mommies, i shall stay away from getting that title. It is indeed a horrifying experience when you feel fatigue and suffer from body aches all over, just being around men...ish ish ish...kesian...Aunties, make sure you check yourselves in one of those boutique spas ok? Money isn't your problem after all...I know one in GE Mall in Jalan Ampang, want to go together-gether?;) Don't Kata Tak Nak ok?

Dear aunties,

Thank you from the deep of my heart. You both are truly the aunties that should have stayed at home and take good care of your children and husbands too? Congrats aunties - what a disgrace you two to all respectable women of Malaysia - dead and alive!


Friday, May 8, 2009

Comforting Song for the Battered Soul

My! My! Time flies! One step and we're on the moon, Next step into the stars

My! My! Time flies! Maybe we could be there soon, A one way ticket to mars

My! My! Time flies! A man underneath a tree, An apple falls on his head

My! My! Time flies! A man wrote a symphony, It's 1812

My! My! Time flies! Four guys across abbey road, One forgot to wear shoes

My! My! Time flies!

A rap on a rhapsody, a king who's still in the news

A king to sing you the blues

My! My! Time flies! A man in a winter sleigh, White white white as the snow

My! My! Time flies! A new day is on its way, so let's let yesterday go

Could be we step out again

Could be tomorrow but then

Could be 2010

The Hero of Malaysia - V Sivakumar

*These photos made me cry all the way back yesterday. Do they really have to do that?*

Thank you Mr Oscar the Grouch, who is kind enough to allow me posting (verbatim) his salutation to our Hero: -

Dear Mr. Speaker,

We, the Dandelions salute you. You are the hero – You da’ man – Jantan Tulen.

Just when we – the citizens of Malaysia – thought there is no one else worthy in the realm of politics, you prove to us that a Malaysian can be a hero. Better than any Rajnikanth … ever.

You have shown great courage – standing alone in battle – against the mighty combined forces of the Federal Government, the Monarchy and the Police.

You did not step aside – you did not budge – you did not waver. I had expected you to falter. After all, any ordinary man would.

But you held on, demonstrating nerves of steel. And held on you did – from morning till three in the afternoon – before you were physically removed from the speaker’s chair.

Had you not been so roughly and bodily manhandled, I bet you can stay in that chair till all others drop dead from no water, starvation or sheer exhaustion.

I come to understand that you were mildly injured during the scuffle. Worry not, for you shall wear those physical scars proudly as your crowning glory for the people of Malaysia.

You are someone that our soldiers should emulate. Fight on – hold post – and never say die. They should erect a statue of you in every markas tentera, to instil on our young tentera’s heart the qualities of courage, bravery and valour.

I bow to you, dear sir, for you richly deserve my praise.

Thank you, dear sir. God bless.

p.s. As told by reliable source, there were about 20 rats in the hall during the assembly, donning the attire fit for the 'occasion' (Apparently, more as told by Mr Anil). So, now you know why my Hero (well, in case you deem he is not fit to be glorifed as one) was forcibly removed from his seat. He put a great fight till the end - i am so sure it was not for his advantage (can't be due to camry nor was he paid highly as the Speaker) but for us, Anak Bangsa Malaysia.

p.p.s. For record, you may want to check Mr Anil's blog on unsung heroes who protected my Hero during the indespicable incident, the Queen must be swearing looking at how the rats had conducted themselves in the assembly (which mirrored her great nation). So, please, i cannot accept it when ignorant lazy bums keep on asking this - "how come PR assembly men didn't stop the ruckus?" Shish, go read Malaysia Today for your own sake, please!

p.p.p.s. You may wonder why the PR state assembly men did not resort to throwing shoes and all to the usurp mad men. For one, i think, they would never allow themselves to be downgraded to the mentality and attitude of the rats. They are all gentlemen from good, caring homes. Secondly, if Uncle Pete thinks it was PR's strategy, I have to second that for now the whole wide world watched in horror how bad this country is being managed, on the verge of anarchy. But most importantly, we, the Anak Bangsa Malaysia, realise what these men had show to us - their mettle. Rest assured, if they come into power, we will be treated fairly.

p.p.p.p.s. Who cares about races now except for the rats? It is so clear to see that the ones that stood for us, malays, are our indian and chinese brothers and sisters. Please, we are smart and human enough...kan?

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Mourning....Till I Think Otherwise

My dear Blog,

I shall leave you on 'Mourning' mode starting today.

My mind was blackened out by the injustice and idiosyncrasy i witnessed on this sorrowful day of Modern Malaysia. It pains to see powers are abused to the max, senselessly, and it is even disturbed to accept the fact that there are many people out there are incapable of behaving like human beings and even, thinking!

My heart goes out to those who were taken in for telling the 'Runner' of the Tin Mine State to hear out our voice. Why did they do this when there is not even a small plague for them to take home and show to all?

My soul, somehow, remains hopeful. An indian man stands by his words and power so that democracy can prevail. I remember when someone said "anak cina, anak saya, anak india, anak saya (juga)" months before 1Malaysia sloganeering was revealed to us Malaysians recently.

When the going gets tough, the tough get going.

As for now, my dear blog, we shall mourn for Uncle Zorro, Ms Helen Ang and many more innocents souls who were locked up for our sanity today, for all those resilient souls who remain standing when the weather is so bleaked. May God bless and protect them all.

My dear blog, we are forever indebted to them - always remember that for we shall continue do what is required of us to sent that evil back to where it belongs. This I promise you....

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Somehow, Someday, Somewhere

This beautiful song by Welsh Rhydian Roberts resonates my battered feeling today.

On the eve of Black Malaysia 070509, the scared rats have resort to abuse of powers and mights they were entrusted with by you people (but sadly, for their own sake). It is just too painful to see that in today’s world, seeking justice and expressing one’s opinion are considered crimes under their self-made suka-suka law. I cried unashamedly.

Somehow, someday, somewhere, this place shall be ours. It's now or never ....

Somewhere – Rhydian Roberts

There's a place for us, Somewhere a place for us

Peace and quiet and open air

Wait for us, Somewhere

There's a time for us, Someday a time for us

Time together with time to spare

Time to learn, time to care

Someday, Somewhere

We'll find a new way of living

We'll find a way of forgiving


There's a place for us, A time and a place for us

Hold my hand and we're half way there

Hold my hand and I'll take you there

Somehow, Someday

We'll find a new way of living

We'll find a way, of forgiving


There's a place for us,Somewhere a place for us

Peace and quiet and open air

Hold my hand and I'll take you there

Somehow, Someday, Somewhere