The Sin Escape

I feel so lucky to live in country with men of upstanding character. People who would not bow down to something as flimsy as populist opinion but hold true to what they know to be right and true.

Kudos to those fellows who so politely requested the mayor of KL to do what is necessary to ensure the good people of the valley are not corrupted by the dreaded budaya kuning.

Stefani, they say, must be stopped.

According to one of them, “This concert does not bring any good to Malaysians except invite youngsters to enjoy themselves, mix around too freely, get drunk and commit sins”

Of course, the good man has not, himself, ever attended a Stefani concert. He is too fine a man to stoop to so guilty a pleasure. He has, however, seen "pictures on the Internet and advertisements on television".

I can only imagine the horror the poor guy must have been put through seeing such pictures and advertisements. No doubt they must have showed him in painfully explicit detail the debauchery that goes on at such concerts. Why, youngsters are enjoying themselves! Actually enjoying themselves! How can parents allow this? How can our mayor allow this?

And the sins being committed? Well, it must surely be too horrific for him to explain what dire, diabolical sins that are carried out in the concert arena, right here on our very own hallowed soil. I'd rather not imagine it, but what if she shouts? Or, heaven forbid, jumps around on stage?

Oh and it gets worse. News is, Beyonce's coming as well! And not only is she from the wicked west, she's black. With bigger boobs.

I think our country's gonna collapse very soon.

It's quite scary that such things are happening right here in our tolerant, peace-loving community. Surely we need to wake up to threat of such negative forces that threaten to tear apart our way of life, one that we know and love?

Oh, our moral guardians. What would a country be like without you?

The Curse Of The Golden Flower

Everytime I even think about drinking it, I'll think of you.

(...and remember how you once snapped at me for drinking the chrysanthemum tea and leaving you the soya bean, even though I was the one who had bought the drinks back. That was when I learnt a little more about you...)



Curses.

Jubilation And All That

Sixty. I cannot imagine so many years. But there we have it - sixty.

Mom had a quiet little weekend celebration with close friends and family (though unfortunately, while both her natural sons made it home, only one of her four inherited kids managed to be there). It was a pleasant affair. Non-stop eating. As usual.

But, sixty!

Makes me think that I really need to show more love and appreciation to the folks. Well, I'm always telling myself that anyway.

At the age I'm at now, mom was already raising two children (one of whom was purportedly a terrible tyke), while juggling being both a teacher and a housewife - jobs which were somehow both full-time. Quite incredible, really, since I look at myself and see a guy who can barely take care of himself much less keep a nice home and a happy family. Or at least a clean home and a well-fed family (close enough).

It's amazing how our parents pulled off all that they did. How they managed to manage.

In contrast, I still feel like a doddering kid. Even though I'm already past my thirtieth.

Is this how things really are? Are we all really just big kids simply putting on an adult mien and adopting grown-up behaviour in the hopes that it would eventually rub off? Or is it just me, one foot snagged in the brambles of Neverland?

I may never know for sure. So I guess I'll just have to dodder my way through this life any which way I can.

And, who knows? I might be in as nice a place as my mom is now when I get to be sixty.

...

Not that I'm ready to be sixty.