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Defective Supremacy

I have on my table a letter from somebody from the government, telling me that the minister of a particular department have viewed a tender document (for a project in my place of work) and therefore, we are to give this tenderer the "best consideration" (in bold). The irony of it was, when the letter was passed to me by my secretary, I was reading an article by Karim Raslan in today's The Star entitled "Difficult to take crutches away". Karim was making comparisons between the welfare state in England and the Malay privileges in our beloved country. Yes, there exists a welfare state in England, where the students and the unemployed get subsidies. The only difference between them and us is that, the subsidies are for all races, while we confine it to Bumiputras. Karim, in his closing, urges us to change... or die. This letter epitomises the inability for the Malays to compete. The company sadly needed the support from the government to ensure that it is suc

A weekend to forget and remember

If anybody out there ever try to book a room in a hotel in Ayer Keroh, Melaka, and the guy say that they have no vacancies but there is a vacancy in Lake Garden Resort, do not accept. We were at the lake Garden Resort and it was really a good place to stay if you like staying in a horror movie set. The corridors that led to our room were paved with stained carpets that I could have sworn that the stain patterns change each time I look at them. The room we got had a nice view of a wall with peeling paint. It looked so depressing that we closed the sliding doors and then realised that there are no other openings to the outside world that we have no idea what time of day it is if we did not have a watch. The bathroom was gloomy and the sink was leaky. I do not know when the last time anybody used the bathtub. I dread the thought that we will have to step into the heavily stained bathtub to shower. The floor of the bathroom is of the same level as the rest of the room and the water leaki

On the treadmill of Life

After psychoanalyzing myself, I know now why I signed up for the MBA program. I needed a challenge in my life.  My present employment is cyclical. There's the daily cycle, there's the weekly cycle and monthly cycle and of course the yearly cycle. The longest I ever stayed under a single employer was 8 years. That was when I was with Projass Engineering. But, even then, I was transferred from one project to another, so, I never got into a cycle. I need a change now to break this monotony. So, the MBA would serve a dual purpose. Something to keep my mind working, and at the end of it, I will have the paper qualification to move out of my current employment and get a higher pay. At the same time, I bought myself a treadmill, because.... well because the nephrologist said I should exercise to lower down my cholesterol levels which will help lower my blood pressure which will prolong the life of my kidneys. It has been fun. I challenge myself on the various calorie burning p

Rite of Passage

Today I sent my eldest child to school for her first SPM paper. This is her final days of being a "pupil". Thereafter, all those who have sat for their SPM will be known as, either, a student, an undergraduate, an employee... or an unemployed. It is another step closer to adulthood and another step further from being a child. The other day, while having lunch at Sushi King, one of the waiters was promoting a membership card that gives discounts. I looked at Kak Long and she shook her head.... Already she's making decisions for me, just like her mother. Obviously, becoming an adult is not something you can stop. But, I do miss those times when they were small and cute and huggable and kissable. Well, maybe they still are, but it's not the same. It's another ironies of life I suppose. When they were small, you wished they'd grow up, and now that they're grown up, you missed the times when they were babies. Kak Long, has been studying hard, and I planned th

Want What I Have... Have What I Want...

The most heartbreaking thing to me is when I see a child disappointed but still maintained a happy demeanor. Sometimes I would like to go inside the child's mind and see the world through his eyes. What a wonderful world it must be to him, because the disappointment of not getting what he wanted is a just a tiny black spot that does not deserve to be dwelled upon. There are other things, wonderful things, in this world, so many of them that he does not have time to think of this little blemish in his day. I am inspired, of course, by my own son, Aiman, who, despite getting the answers wrong on three attempts to answer the quiz during our family day last weekend, he goes on with his life like it didn't happen. But as a parent, I feel sad when Aiman walked back to his seat empty handed. But, he held no grudge, he was happy to be able to participate. Perhaps, the lesson to be learned here is that we should live up to our own expectations. Disappointment sets in when we measure ou

Repeating Myself... Again.

For a person who hates to talk too much, I feel that I have been doing too much of that lately. Ever since I read the book, How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie* at the tender and impressionable age of 18, I have adopted a mind set that listening is better than talking. And, actually, it has worked. I do believe that I can get people to do my bidding by listening than by telling them what to do. It suits my weak personality anyway. But, the most annoying thing about listening is learning that other people don't listen. This can work to my advantage of course, because I can re-write history and say, "well, I told you so, but you weren't listening," when I never said anything in the first place... It's those time when I did say something, and later the so called listeners said, "Why didn't you say something then!!", is when I really cannot stand. Maybe, this is Allah's punishment on me.... because if it's a test,

Proton and Malays

While a friend and I was discussing... or rather "kutuk"ing the new proton Inspira for obvious reasons, it suddenly occurred to me how similar the fortunes of Proton and the Malays are. Due to fears of not being able to compete, Proton was protected by the government via exorbitant tax on other car manufacturer that it lulled Proton to think that the rakyat really love this "local" product. Proton thinks it was a leader in the market and to a certain extent believed that it is its birthright to be there by virtue of it being a local product. But the protection did not teach Proton to be competitive. The protection taught Proton how to fish in an isolated serene pond, but not when the pond was open to the public. Proton does not know how to deal with the crowd pushing and shoving for the best spot, and found that the other fishermen have more info on the fishes and the environment of the pond than it did, despite "being there first". Kind of like the Malays

Where I stand.... politically.

Some people think that since I criticize the government therefore I am supporting the opposition. Just because I do not agree with some of the things our PM said or did, does make me automatically a PKR or PAS or DAP supporter. AND, even if I do agree with what Anwar Ibrahim said or did, does not mean I like him or in any way it means that I do not like our PM. If I do not agree to join a group on facebook which disagree with the building of a 100 storey building in KL, does not mean I like the idea. Or, maybe I should just state clearly where I stand. 1) I don't like Dato' Seri Najib but I think he's doing a fairly good job so far. 2) I don't like Anwar Ibrahim (even when he was DPM, I didn't like him) because he is a good orator, and that's it. I do not think he is a visionary (like Tun Mahathir) so much so that he is trapped twice by the same accusation (sodomy). 3) I think Saiful (the alleged sodomisee) is a walking asshole. If he was sodomised, then I think

What if....?

After watching Marlee and Me, I became philosophical. And, that is why I don't watch these movies about love found and lost, especially when it involves animals. But, after finishing my Balanced Scorecard assignment, I don't feel like doing anything. Now lying in my bed... alone... because Sapiah is away on a team building course.. I started thinking about the things I wish I could do but never did anything about it. I wish I could play the guitar, I wish I could play the piano, I wish I played football, I wish I had sat for a professional examination, I wish I was more mature at the time I was youthful and energetic. I wish I had taken a journalism course and become a columnist like the Owen Wilson character in Marlee and Me. Would things be different? Would I be rich? Would I be famous? .... Would I have met Sapiah, and have these children? Would I be living in this neighborhood? I'll never know... But, one thing is for sure.... No more sad movies for me...

Maybe it's me

Maybe it's me who does not belong in time or space always in the wrong... Maybe it's me being too easy made it difficult For those around me... Maybe it's me who hates to complain forever will I not show my pain... Maybe it's me for all that's said Maybe it's all just in my head.....

The Big Fat Un-truth-er

I'm compulsive liar. That's the truth... hahaha. Anyway, I do lie. But, most of the times I lie because I am just too lazy to explain if I were to tell the truth. For instance, someone invited me for break fast at a hotel somewhere. I will always try to avoid breaking fast outside because I will miss tarawikh. So, I just tell the non muslim friend, who graciously and thoughtfully invited me to a fancy hotel, that I have to pick up my daughter from tuition. There are no tuition at night during Ramadhan.... But, if I told him honestly that I don't want to go because I don't want to miss tarawikh, he will ask me what tarawikh is. And, I have to explain.... which I don't really feel like doing. He accepted my lie and said... ok we'll do lunch then after Raya. It solved the problem and no one got hurt.... As long as nobody tells him that there are no tuition at night during Ramadhan... Which probably will hurt his feelings.... but, the probability of that is so rem

Only until everybody's OK...

I have been feeling a little giddy when I get up after sitting for sometime. Yesterday was the worst. I almost blacked out, when I got up to solat sunat after Isya'. Luckily the guy next to me was an old friend from the days when I did my practical at KPMG. He did not notice my giddiness, but he was glad to see me that he patted me on my back, and that sort of revived me. Before Ramadhan, my blood pressure was 150/90 (sometimes 150/100). Today, even right after I broke my fast, my BP was 121/83.... an unexciting normal in the BP table that comes with the battery operated BP monitor. I am on Cozaar... BP pills that are kidney friendly. I decided not to take them right after break fast, but instead I'll take them after terawikh. That's what I did today and, thank God, less giddiness.... But, I wonder if it's due to the pills or fasting that lowered my BP. Maybe, I should stop taking the pill for a few days...... but my Nephrologist said not to stop... to continue, indef

Stating the obvious

My mother-in-law has a habit of stating the obvious. Like she would ask me what day it is, and I say it's Monday, and she would immediately riposte "so tomorrow is Tuesday, then.." or She might ask me, as I was reclining on the sofa watching a football match, who are playing? And I say, Selangor versus Pahang... Then, she'll ask which one is Selangor. And, I would answer, those guys in red. Then, she'll say, so those in yellow are Pahang? Maybe it is how she was brought up. Maybe, she is dogmatic. The world is out to take something from her, one of her possessions. There are thieves amongst us.... trust no one... take nothing for granted... check your facts. It is something quite amusing in the first few years of my married life and while she was living in Singapore and me and Sapiah are living in Subang Jaya. But when we lived under the same roof, it started to get to me. She would ask something, and I would answer then she will retort the obvious. Then, today I

I hate golf... Maybe...

After a gruelling weekend of studying and sitting for my Organizational Behavior test (in which I made a major blunder), I sat down in front of the TV last night and watch a bunch of women play golf. I used to play golf, many moons ago, but after earning the nickname of "Ayam Nando's" I quit. It was getting too expensive and the four hours spent on the greens (not including the "makan" later as the day's game is being scrutinised) was too much for me. But, watching those professional ladies, and I watched because the some of them are kind a cute, I realised that life is a lot like golf. At least my life is. I go through life forever trying to get to my destination in the shortest time and with the littlest effort possible. I have always been wanting to get a birdie or an eagle, but more often than not, I ended up double bogeying, on the good days, and double parred on normal days. Forget about the bad days.... Life challenges you, I realised, in a passive wa

Guilt...

I have a confession to make... and since this blog has near to zero followers, I guess my secret will remain a secret. Besides, confession is good for the soul.... I.... have enrolled myself for a 2 year MBA course... there, I've confessed. Why do keep this a secret? I am not exactly a spring chicken am I? Although, I was rather (pleasantly) surprised to learn that I am not the oldest in my class. There are three ladies whom I think I'll call "The Golden Girls". Well, I just don't like people commenting... oooo rajinnya... it sounds like they are saying ooo dah nak mampus pun nak belajar lagi... When I went for my first class, I had a nagging feeling that I have made the wrong decision. That, my weekends will be spent away from my children for the next 2 years.... what was I thinking? By the time I graduate, Kak Long will be in college herself.... and my chance to spend time with her will have gone.. She will be spreading her wings to fly away on her own, away fro

Inhumanity...

Isn't it ironic that a cruel act is described as inhuman. Yet, the most inhuman acts are done by humans. There are cases of baby animals being abandoned, but usually these babies have life threatening defects. In the animal world, where survival of the species is the only goal in life (and death), there is no place for one that will only slow them down in flight and consume their resources. These misfits will better off being food and a distraction away from the herd to predators. So why are human babies being dumped? Are they defective too? Will they be a threat to the human existence? Of course not. But, they are are result of stupidity. These babies were born to mothers who believed that giving themselves to a guy is an act of love, and fathers who cannot do the maths that sexual pleasures without protection will lead to pregnancies. Most likely they are poor, because they cannot afford a condom or an abortion... after the "accident" happened. Getting an abortion means

Looking for Sympathy

It's one of life's ironies, I suppose. We keep declaring to people that we are not looking or sympathies. Because, we.. rather... I am a proud person and sympathies makes me look pathetic. Yet, I cannot help but feel a little frustrated when I tell my friends and family, that I am not well, and they just seem to say in their expressions, "Ok... is that all... " I, in my attempt not to worry my family, tried to keep the condition of my failing kidneys a secret. But, somehow, somebody heard that, of late, I have been visiting the Sime Darby Medical Center regularly. So, I told them about my non-functioning left kidney and impaired right kidneys. I was expecting a "ooo... kesiannya..." or something like that..but instead was informed that my elder brother's kidneys have shrunk a long time ago, that he's supposed to be on dialysis already, but he refused. Well, I am concerned of course about my condition, and it is in the back in my mind all the time tha

Negativity Rules

Sitting with a bunch of friends the other day, the conversation inevitably steered itself into politics. They were all unhappy about something that the government do or didn't do. We were, of course, living in Selangor, a PKR ruled state since 2008. But the people were merciless in their critique. They no longer discern between the ruling party and the opposition. Everybody is wrong. The prime minister is wrong, the chief minister is wrong, Anwar is wrong, Mahathir is wrong, Abdullah is wrong..... It is just human nature, I suppose, to like negative things. It's more interesting to hear the wrong doings of others, rather than all the good things that we are enjoying. Maybe it is like belacan or cencaluk or budu or even soy sauce. All these things, seeing how they are made or what they are made of, should be repulsive to the palate. Yet, we inhale its stench as it makes our mouth water. A few more degrees of the same smell, it could have come from a pair of sweaty socks, or even

And So It Goes by Billy Joel

In every heart there is a room A sanctuary safe and strong To heal the wounds from lovers past Until a new one comes along I spoke to you in cautious tones You answered me with no pretense And still I feel I said too much My silence is my self defense And every time I've held a rose It seems I only felt the thorns And so it goes, and so it goes And so will you soon I suppose But if my silence made you leave Then that would be my worst mistake So I will share this room with you And you can have this heart to break And this is why my eyes are closed It's just as well for all I've seen And so it goes, and so it goes And you're the only one who knows So I would choose to be with you As if the choice were mine to make But you can make decisions too And you can have this heart to break And so it goes, and so it goes And you're the only one who knows

Fatal Decisions

I really don't like talking about it. Partly because, AminulRasyid is distantly related to me. But since I, too, have a 15 year old son, I can't help thinking about it. I will never know what actually happened, I supposed. There are several different versions, and I am shocked to learn that the first time the news came out in the newspaper, it was suggested that the boy was some sort of a criminal..... then the police got angry when the people got angry.... There is a field of study known as the Chaos Theory. The Chaos Theory basically says that everything is connected. That, even a butterfly flapping it's wings in China (for instance), have an effect which leads to a bigger event, like an earthquake in Iceland... Well... it's complicated. But, it seems to me, in Aminlrasyid's case, he and maybe those around him have made the decisions that lead to the event of his passing. My son once asked why don't I teach him to drive, and I said, a car is like Ironman'

Are you afraid of the cane.... or the person holding it?

I wonder how many of our children were killed by school bus drivers each year. I read a few days ago about a 16 year old girl, who got her bag somehow stuck to the bus door and was dragged a few meters then got run over by the bus. She died on the way to the hospital. Come on.... Is it not also a duty of the school bus driver to ensure the safety of his passengers before driving off? Only a negligent driver would happily drive off and not notice a 16 year old girl is hanging on to her very life on the side of the bus. Every year we'll come across this kind of stories.... Makes me very anxious, because my youngest takes the bus to school. Again, I seriously think, it all comes back to a lack of enforcement. I mean, how did these people get to be given permission to drive our children around? Aren't they suppose to, not only know how to drive a bus but also know their responsibilities? No enforcements... maybe our government is afraid of losing votes that, they are afraid to enf

Good Bye, Torres

Well, I asked when the season is going to end. For Liverpool, it's over. And next season we can hope to play in the Europa League again, if we win it. With, the current form, the Europa League spot is a toss up between Aston Villa and Spurs. It seems to me that Rafa Benitez has decided that the league is not important. Winning in Europe is more important even if it's the losers' pool. I am frustrated... and angry... but as I write this, I realize that Benitez realizes that he has a team of Torres, Gerrard and a bunch of mediocre players. And, having that realization, he knows that the Champions' League spot and the Europa League title is mutually exclusive. Only one OR the other.... and he knows the fourth spot is really out of his hands. He realizes (and he's admitted it) that the only way for Liverpool to get that fourth spot is for Man City, Spurs and Villa to slip up.... and it has to be major. He realizes that he can't expect all three of them to slip up...

When's the Season Gonna End?

Let's count the curses (as opposed to blessings) on why Liverpool Football Club is where it is this season. 1) Steven Gerrard has been off form. He's been a passenger, probably having the world cup on his mind and he's afraid to get injured, and not be able to travel to South Africa in June. 2) Xabi Alonso absence. The position and influence of Alonso have yet to be filled. Lucas is good but having to play in that position has inevitably brought out comparisons between him and Alonso. Alonso himself only shone after the Gareth Barry fiasco, which I blame Benitez for. Rafa could have handled the situation more subtly. 3)Rafael Benitez is not that creative. At the begining of this season, Sir Alex Ferguson predicted that Liverpool will not be a threat because "we already know how Liverpool play." Rafa in response said something like, this is football, there are only so many ways to play football.... 4) Bad management. Hicks and Gillette should take the blame, too, a

A Marriage

I’ve always shunned the company of humans Yet, there’s a basic need for procreation So I looked and believe I’ve found a woman Just perfect to bear my next generation A decade have passed and seven years From us have sprung a brood of four Many a happy times and many a tears At times I think we should’ve had more Then, there were times when my eyes wander Lusting after distractions, in one form or another To temptations of the flesh I wish to surrender To turn a deaf ear to my conscience’s whispers But, to hurt these people, I don’t fancy I can never hurt my children and wife Thus, my amoral deeds remain a fantasy Maybe I can indulge on it in my after life I love my family don’t get me wrong O, how they’ve grown, my little ones And, I pray this marriage will last my life long But, I swear I’ll not attempt marriage more than once...

Kartika and the Prince

Once upon a time, in a land where there was a law but not much enforcement, there lived a witch who thinks she was beautiful. She is not, of course, but some people took some pictures of her once, so she calls herself a part time model. One day, after doing some modelling, she and her friends went for a beer. But in this land witches are not supposed to drink beer. She has been doing it for so many times and for so long, that she never thought that one day she'll get caught. Well she did and the judge sentenced her to pay a fine and to be turned into a toad. She paid the fine and told the people of the land, she doesn't mind being a toad. However, the government of the land, although, have sentenced witches to become toads before, have never carried out such punishments. But, after being pressured by the people, they turned three witches into toads. All of these ex-witches were handed down the sentence a long-long time ago. Then, suddenly, for no particular reason at all, the p

My Goals - A siloliquy on a Sunday morn

Am I getting closer to my goals..... Not! There's the rub, for being gainly employed, what goals do you hope to achieve? How wonderful it is, I imagine to have a goal in life And finding yourself coming closer to achieving it as each day goes by. How good it must feel that you wake up in the morning and you cross yesterday as another rung you have climbed on your way up the ladder, bringing you closer to that which you yearn. What is my goal in life? I know not. To be wealthy, perhaps... but, that is not a goal. That is just a dream. And, like dreams, it dissipates the moment you awake and join the other goalless men on the highway of life. Dashing through another day of busying oneself, more often than not to please others, your boss, your investors, you financiers..... least of all yourself. The pleasing of others, a habit so ingrained in me, that I have become nothing more than a mongrel, that longs only for a compliment or a pat on the back, an acknowledgement of my efforts. A

Angels and Humans

I was just reading about our Rasulullah s.a.w and the first battle between the new Muslims and the Meccan Quraish, at Badr. In the Quran, it was told that Allah had sent angels down to assist the vastly outnumbered Muslims (1 Muslim to 3 Quraish). For secular thinkers (non-believers) the victory of the Muslims was attributed to the genius of Rasulullah s.a.w. Historians generally agree that the Battle of Badr is the most important battle in the annals of Islam. Badr and other subsequent battles built up Prophet Muhammad's reputation in the Arab world and later spread the world over during the succeeding caliphate. But, there were only that 300 Muslims in the world then. Today, there are probably more Muslims than any other religious followers in the world. Prophet Muhammad said that one day there will be as many Muslims in the world as the foam on the seashore. Like the foam, we are weak. Because, we no longer believe in ourselves. Because we believe that one day Allah will send an

Tales of Two Babies

Miss Soh Cher Wei is expected to give birth to a son this weekend. The child will never know his father. 7 months ealier, Teoh Beng Hock was found dead on 16 July 2009, on the roof top of the building adjacent to the MACC office, where he was interrogated the day before. They were never officially married..... But, there is never a question of abortion. Miss Soh, was initiated in the Teoh family and everybody eagerly awaits the birth. Even, top government officials are working on making sure the baby boy will bear the surname Teoh, despite the legal requirement that the father must be present at the time of birth. On the other coastline, a baby was found in a garbage bin, half burnt. There was an attempt to burn this unwanted human foetus, and it is very likely that the parents are Muslims. Because, the stupid parents, after having sex outside of wedlock, did not have the money to hire a doctor to abort the baby. Instead, they waited patiently for nine months for the baby to take a fu

It Rains Gold in Singapore

I spent Chinese New Year in Singapore, the land of no corruption. If you like to shop, do not go to Singapore during CNY, because all the shops are closed... well most of them anyway. My family and I, on an impulse, decided to go down south of the border because we missed the food. The red "tulang", the briani, the murtabak, the mee hong kong (which we couldn't get when we were in Hong Kong), the mamak mee. Also, my mother-in-law wanted to find the "Sabun Cap Kipas" which can only be found in a certain shop in Marine Parade. But, I'll not talk about the wonderful (and high cholestrol) time we had. I want to do the cardinal sin of comparing Singapore with Malaysia. Singapore "achieved" independence on 9 August 1965, after it was expelled from Malaysia due to racial based political issue. Mr. Lee Kuan Yew, the genius that he is, saw what he wanted Singapura to be, and he made this small island bigger than all it's neigbors put together. He change

Sodomy: A No Win Situation......

Second day in, and it all began to sound too familiar. I grimace at each morning’s headline in the local dailies. Breakfast isn’t all that fun anymore. A visit to the condo, next, the parade of the mattress? Do we have to go through this again? How heavy it is on the eyes, it is heavier on the shoulders, says an old Malay proverb. But still, the whole thing sickens me. It is an ugly affair. A shameful one, from which there will emerge no winners. At the end of this trial, Saiful will be “screwed” one way or another. There must have been consent on his part, because I for one will surely do my best to plant my elbow into the face of a man who approaches me from behind and starts to touch me in a certain way. Saiful is strapping young man, if he had protested, 61 year old Anwar would have sported at least another black eye. That is, if the sodomy actually happened. If it didn’t, then Saiful has let himself become a pawn of another person’s desire to destroy Dato’ Seri Anwar, in the lowes

How To Become a Millionaire, and be lazy at the same time.

The millionaire mind works in a different way. That's what all the wealth guru say. From the classic all time favorite "Think and Grow Rich" by Napoleon Hill to "Rich Dad, Poor Dad" by Robert Kiyosaki and now T. Harv Eker has the best selling book, "Secrets of the Millionaire Mind". All of them have one thing in common. You need to look at money as a result of hard work, not you work hard to make money. It's really the same thing, but you will be more willing to work hard because you know you will get money, rather than you feel you have to work because you need money.... usually to pay your mortgage for the house you live in and the car you drive... and later the ever rising cost of bringing up the children. It is a shift in paradigm. Which is hard to do, if you keep wanting the things you can't afford. You can just drive a Kancil but you are to ashamed to be seen in one. Or, what if your boss wants to hitch a ride with you.... it's unb

S.O.S: Save Our Selves

We (my wife and I) went to Carrefour yesterday. It seems that all my effort to teach people to say the name correctly, has proven to be futile. Carrefour is pronounced like this: Car (kereta) Foo. That's how the french said it and it means junction... simpang. Maybe, the first Carrefour was built near a junction.... Anyway, here in Malaysia, we all call it Care For and the Carrefour management just use this and add the slogan, we Care For you... But, what I want to talk about is that yesterday was "no plastic bag" day, and I see quite a few people carrying green colored bags, given away free by Carrefour. These bags are made of bio-degradable material (I presume), and surprisingly strong, since it could hold 6 of those 1 liter milk cartons, 4 tins of condensed milk and 4 tins of Campbell's cream of mushroom soup (my young son loves them). As I push the trolley, doggedly following my wife up and down the aisles, I suddenly remembered a quote by somebody, that we do

Right to Stick It wherever he wants.... (18sx)

Once I wrote to a newspaper (I don't know if it was published or not, because the newspaper I wrote to is not the usual paper that I read... funny huh?) that sodomy is the worst possible act that a man can commit here in our beautiful country. It's worst than rape... because at least rape is an act born out of a natural attraction between different sex. We are supposed to be attracted to the opposite sex. Sodomy, however, is deemed unnatural, because that's not how it's supposed to be done. Regardless, if you do it to the opposite sex or your own gender. According to Abdul Rahim bin Abdul Rahman, the laws of our country is biased when it comes to sodomy. He is of the opinion that if a man were to stick his thing into another man's anus, that is considered to be "against the order of nature" and against section 377B of the penal code. Abdul Rahman, through his lawyer, Fahri Azza, argued that the section was biased to the male gender because it only refer

Lady Luck Where Art Thou?

Liverpool lost again last night, this time to a team struggling to stay in the 2nd division, Reading. Reading FC have played 24 games this season and only won 4. That's the quality of the Liverpool team we have this season. In a reversal of fortune, last season when at one point Liverpool actually reached the peak of the Premier League, before a string of draws thwarted a run that ran shivers down the spine of opponents, this season, the fact that this "big four" club is laying 7th is in itself an amazing feat, considering the appalling state of affairs both on and off the pitch. Before the start of this season, Sir Alex Ferguson said that he did not see Liverpool as a threat and thought, Chelsea, with new manager in Carlo Ancelotti, will be the biggest threat to Manchester United's bid for a four in a row League title. Ferguson said that all the other teams would have found Liverpool out, how they play and how to subdue them. Benitez, responded that there are only so