Saturday, November 14, 2015

The night market cure-all

Does your mom suffers from leg pain, back pain and other similar maladies, does she usually walks slow with a limp and getting up from any seating will always be backgrounded with a groan of pain?

Tonight we found a quick and easy relief. When we reached the Pasar Malam, she was about a couple of person next to me. Then I turned to the right, I swear it was no longer than a couple of seconds. I turned to the left, front and back. Nope she's no where within eyesight in the crowded lane. So I hasten my pace to search for her, still looking around me thinking that my eyesight failing me. 

Nope still no Mama around. As I was about to turn back, I caught a glimpse of her purple shawl about 50 metres away, and she's fast moving away toward her 'solok lada' at the end of lane!

I declare that 'pasar malam' cures all pain that our moms have. No need for orthopedic specialist, painful jabs, acupuncture or chiropractor visits, just good old crowded eye feasting 'pasar malam'. Which was not cheap by the way, she spent more than what she would have at a chiropractor or 10 acupuncture treatments.

And oh, her cough got miraculously cured too the whole time we where there, that is until she got home and the 'I-am-losing-my-breath' cough came back!

So do take your mom to the 'pasar malam', mall or them outlet stores at Mitsui when she complains of persistent pain that no medicine seems to work, hopefully it'll cure your mom like it did with mine, even if it's just a temporary relief. Her smile and laughter made us happy too.

p/s: Shereen, please tag the involved party

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Vaping lifestyle is a drug lifestyle.

Vape can be easily used with synthetic drugs in public with no way of detecting the drug use, there's no smell, nothing so see, positive identification only via lab test. For children as young as 9 now it's far easier to get drug and use it publicly  than to get a pack of cigarettes.

The danger outweighs a million fold to the benefit of helping people kick the nicotine addiction. By the way, how many people do we know have managed to kick the nicotine addiction by using vape/e-cigarettes?

Stop supporting something that is going to kill our future. Our children are our future. Shame on those who vehemently supports the so called industry because they are making millions from selling the juice.

Vaping lifestyle is a drug lifestyle. The line is too grey to differentiate between the two. No one in their right mind should publicly support and encourage this, let alone try to implement regulations as to support the industry. If you vape, I see you just as another smoker, no judgement. However, if you try to support it, justifying the goodness of it, or worse if you are in the business of promoting vaping, to me you are are a public enemy, just like the next heroin pusher, crack dealer, pill kuda brother.


My future generation deserves to live. So do yours.

Monday, November 09, 2015

Instant messaging, instant outburst

Instant messaging are bad when you are compulsive and get emotional at the drop of a hat. Email and letter allow you to rethink that angry retort, that 'I'm hitting below the belt because I am angry', that 'I'm saying the first thought that crosses my mind'. You'll use the backspace button a lot, think out the sentences before penning it down. Less people get hurt, less regret.

Saying that, I must start writing letters and emails again.  It pains me to see the number of casualties I find in my path caused by this instant messaging, thoughts and outburst.

~just a thought as I wait for my torture session~

Sunday, November 08, 2015

the dot

a thousand and some days later, dim stars of the past get swallowed by black holes. don't you miss them? won't you look for them? a dot is just a mere speck. a meaningless speck. not secret code, no leads to any whimsical hidden clue.

you are the sun of your universe now, stars don't matter no more. still, the star is proud of you. unconditionally.

Friday, November 06, 2015

blown raspberries

silence echoing
deafening stillness
hollow space
restrainted thoughts
bottled up sorrow
frozen river of tears

the raspberries are all gone now
not a hidden lone last one left
I must have blown too hard
I must have ruined it all.

-november '15-