Certain Malaysian run eateries in this country seem to think that customers don’t know about food. In a boutique café, one day, running through a menu of light desserts, I spotted “raspberry ice-cream”. Ahh, that would be wonderful on such a hot day, especially when I’d already had a cup of coffee and hadn’t treated myself to an ice-cream for ages. Continue reading “Yam is not raspberry”
Looking at the theme I’ve changed to from the last one, that solid row of houses by the shingle beach in Bray, Co. Wicklow, Ireland, I felt it was just too everyday and deceptively safe in contrast to some of the things I talk about. Continue reading “Odd but Realistic”
An immigration round-up took place in a small suburban village near the harbour on the Penang mainland on the eve of a Muslim holiday. It was the 13th of October 2015, after 11.00pm when most families were settling down for the night. Immigration vans loaded with enforcement and RELA personnel arrived and surrounded a block of low-cost flats and were later joined by a convoy of lorries. Continue reading “Criminalizing the innocent”
Judy slept lightly, always on the alert for any sound of movement, or her mother’s hoarse voice. She rarely dared to relax or go beyond calling distance of the bed-ridden old lady.
Her mother could do very little for herself having had a stroke a year ago, that crippled the right-side of her body, from head to foot. Continue reading “Home slave trap – love counts for nothing”
It is the 27th August 2015, just two days to the Bersih 4 march in Kuala Lumpur, WP, Kuching, Sarawak and Kota Kinabalu, Sabah. Malaysians must note and record this historical event for posterity, the next generations must know how their elders struggled and strove to win democratic freedom from oppression, exploitation and feudalism born of past colonial rule. We will remember the past, the present and the future. Continue reading “Immortal Spirit of Democracy”
I’m not a Muslim, but after the arrival of the thousands stranded and abandoned at sea in June, the passing of Ramadan and the joyous Eid celebration among Muslims in Malaysia, I wonder if those desperate migrants and refugees towed in or washed up on our shores had any kind of celebration behind the barbed wire fences of Belantik Immigration Detention Center in Kedah, where they are housed. Many of them, Rohingya or Bangladeshi, are Muslims. Continue reading “Was Eid for all Muslims in Malaysia?”
I’m not certain if this is true for other places with large middle-class populations, but in small, fairly well-off Penang, and possibly most of this country, there seems a wall of apathy raised in face of dehumanizing social issues. Continue reading “Middle-class apathy”
I guess, I’ve come to that mid-point in life when it’s time to look back. Was thinking about people whom I’ve known over the past years since I was very young. It’s funny, how with some of them, life’s journey seems to have a circular path. When least expected, they seem to bump into you suddenly. Continue reading “Friends are friends, old or new”
I am sick and tired of seeing male and female police personnel milling around handcuffing semi-dressed women on TV news showing arrests of so-called “illegal immigrants”. Continue reading “Kicking the wrong backside”
On Thursday 5th March 2015, The Independent online, publicized the banning of the documentary “India’s Daughter” by the Indian government, that the BBC aired the night before in the UK.
(http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/asia/indias-daughter-how-india-tried-to-suppress-the-bbc-delhi-gangrape-documentary-10088890.html). Continue reading ““India’s Daughter” is everybody’s daughter”