Wintry Death of Justice

"If tears could build a stairway

And memories a lane

I'd walk right up to Heaven

And bring you home again

~ Author Unknown

January kicked off with an open verdict for Adik Teoh Beng Hock's inquest and it ended last Friday with the cop acquitted from causing grevious harm to Adik Kugan. Both died in the hands of people entrusted to uphold justice and order.

Their untimely demise is just a pin hole to reality out there. Many have suffered and succumbed to brutality of the so called 'justice enforcers', leaving fresh wounds on their loved ones, who will be forever asking how could this happened to them.

Their faces, in death, are the 'posterboys' of brutality.

Their stories, during their short life, are the stories of many unfinished businesses, unrealised dreams for better life with their loved ones.

Their families are the mirrors to our ownselves.

But how many of us are able to fathom significance of these tragedies?

To many Malaysian parents, upon being asked by their children, prompted by reading our misleading MSM, would simplify and justify their deaths like this "they are bad people".

But children are born innocent. They would ask their parents, "if they are bad people, how come so many people cried for them?"

"They are family".

"How come the chinese, indians and malays are crying too? Are they his family too?"

I pinning for better future to my 3 nephews and I know I need all the support from all of you out there to let the sun shines its lifegiving rays so that justice and humanity will emerge from the dark soils of our own ignorance and inactions.

Without justice and humanity, there will never be a civilisation.

Rest in peace, my brothers, for your deaths will fuel our fight for better Malaysia.

p.s. And I have The Band Perry's "If I Die Young" resonating in my heart...

New Scratchy Model

After a botched PC with Maju Holding Group’s Chairman to solve land disputes surrounding Bandar Tasik Selatan’s ITT BTS (south-bound integrated bus terminal), FT Minister, Raja Nong Chik was informed by his boss that the latter will meet with Kg Baru residents on Feb 5, during which he is expected to make several important announcements. With Najib on high-gear to ‘monetise’ all landbanks belonging to the Government of Malaysians as part of his NEM, it is unlikely common people of Kg Baru would benefit from his upcoming announcement.

If I’m a resident to this unique Malay village, I would have mixed feelings with his anticipated visit. Should I feel elated and proud as his great concerns on me and my people reflect how important we are to him? After all, he said, “Rakyat Didahulukan, Pencapaian Diutamakan”. Or should I feel wary of his ‘out-of-the-blue’ expression of ‘goodwill’ knowing that Kg Baru is indeed ‘The Jewel in the Crown”.

Whatever he will announce, I hope he won’t do his infamous “You help me, I help you” speech because someone of his stature should not be associated with “I scratch your back, you scratch mine” kind of mentality in governing our Ibu Pertiwi. If he insisted, he then should rename his NEM to NSM – that is New Scratchy Model!

Alas, under his premiership, this seems like his ‘winning’ mantra. Look at his RM1.6 Billion for Felda ahead of Tenang by-election, which I am very skeptical if the said Billion is for the benefits of our hardworking settlers.

He and people working for him should adopt ‘Love thy neighbours’ Golden Rule. Alas, what do you expect from someone like him, whose paranoid aides asked the church to remove crosses, prohibit hymns and prayers/scripture from our Christian’s brothers and sisters Bible during his visit to Mar Thoma Church in Brickfield last month.

Nonetheless, I recall Prophet Muhammad (PBUH)’s Last Sermon, which amongst others said that, “You are all equal. Nobody has superiority over other except by piety and good action”.

Perhaps, it’s high time his ‘muftis’, ‘ulamas’ and heads of religious departments do us Malaysians a favour by advising him of Prophet Muhammad (PBUH)’s last sermon in performing his responsibility as the Prime Minister of our Ibu Pertiwi. That will do.

p.s. I purposely mentioned Raja Nong Chik in this post because as FT Minister, he brings more problems to every project he put his hands into like Keramat Old Market, Sentul’s Kampung Railway, Brickfields’ Little India and Bandar Tasik Selatan’s ITT BTS. Like PEMANDU, we will continue to be a constant comical act to the whole world if we continue to appoint a Minister just to cause more troubles!

p.s.s. On the victorious night after our young Harimau Malaya team lifted their AFF Suzuki Cup in Bandung in front of befuddled Indonesian fans, one of Apex’s Facebook fans (that is our serious looking goalie Khairul Fahmi Che Mat) thanked him for bringing back sexy Malaysia football. Maybe some people should learn a thing or two from Khairul Fahmi’s consistent sterling performance! It’s sexy, not scratchy, back game we ought to play!

p.s.s.s One of Peter Gabriel's songs has captivated me, hence, explained why I have his gig poster :)

Blow Baby Blow

Life is always a mystery as it presents you something you desire/love/enjoy/look forward to when you can’t do anything about it.

When I was small, Mak would ask me what I want to have today every morning before she goes to market. Mak would ask me that whenever I fall sick because when I am one, all Mak could see in me is just a semi-comatose girl ditching the whole world for days. I sleep most of the time and hardly consume anything. God bless her soul, Mak would lure me out of my ‘dark, warm and comforting cave’ with a bowl of cold and heavenly smelled Lady’s Choice Strawberry jelly (that is what I would request from her). Painstakingly slow and assuring, she nurses me back into a girl who put up a fight with a boy, whose name was jotted down by her as he teased 2 girls in their class when our class teacher was out (if you asked the boys from my school, they would describe me as a girl who cried a lot but had guts to voice my mind. That’s me Ms Weepy Winter Poppy Sick).

Yes, this cold monsoon weather has not been kind to me. It always makes me sick and when I’m sick, I fall really sick. Recently, I emptied 4 boxes of tissues (my nose was as red as the clown’s), drained 3 bottles of cough syrup (Codeine did not have any hallucinating effects on me. Sigh!), popped tens of pills (half of them I vomited afterwards as my esophagus triggered involuntarily acts to dispel thick phlegm from my system), used asthmatic inhaler (so I won’t cough like a hyena all night long. Dear neighbours, please forgive me) and dropped reading, writing and socializing altogether (No Xmas or New Year wishes to those I care).

For such horrible actions, I am ashamed of myself.

Here, I plead for forgiveness from my dear friends, my blog and remaining working cells in my brain as I have ditched them in my pursuit to nurse myself back to health.

Yes, every time I fall sick, I think of death nearing my bedside while praying hard that I would be given another chance, some precious time and a little grace to be alive and carry out purpose I was born into this world in the first place.

They say, falling sick is a way for us to redeem ourselves, cleanse our souls from the sins and make us more aware of our own existence. I hope this year I’d be a better, stronger and kinder person and I wish all of you out there the very same prayer. Let’s spread these positive vibes all year round.

They say, friends or foes, we should all nurse the sick with kindness.

May we ‘nurse’ our differences we have proactively, constructively and attentively. May we ‘nurse’ our Ibu Pertiwi back to its former glory by firstly, getting rid of our ego, prejudice and siege mentality; secondly, breathe and live real values that once unite our forefathers in harmony; thirdly, empower ourselves with vital skills and information to kick-start the progress of this Ibu Pertiwi and its Rakyat, which has been gridlocked for years; and finally, embrace the fact that we have been presented with this chance to change, hence, so it is just right that we ride on this wind of changes and make the changes work for betterment of all.

So, while you blow this wind of changes so others could ride it on further and better, could you please excuse me as I need to blow my nose?

p.s. Dandelion symbolizes ultimate emblem for persistence and a strong will. It is also thought to represent wishes coming true, cheerful love, and general happiness. I guess it would be my fave flower this year.