Fab Labn

Hi peeps!

I am blogging now in the middle of the ocean. So surprised that there is even internet reception over here. I was away for the past few days to attend for an outstation work. It was mostly work, which I was not expecting to consume so much time at this place.

Well, it's nice to know that there is still a friend left over here, considering that most of the rest had moved back to their hometowns. I guess next time would be kinda difficult for me to roam around the town coz Nav is leaving soon next month. So yea, I need to make more friends here I guess, haha. But it was nice to have Nav and friends to accompany during my stay there.

Anyhow, I am heading back to home now on the ferry. So yes, I am looking forward to german sausages which Bo says very delicious in town. Let's see if I still have the energy then. Afterall it's a saturday.

Owh...really miss the hotel, the tv, the warm shower, and the pampering and cozy bed there! Looking forward to come again, perhaps in coming months.

From Labn with luv!

Calling the kettle black again..

An interesting programme found on the internet recorded some time ago.

Calling the kettle black! again..

Call the kettle black

I have a mixed feeling today after reading some articles on the local newspaper and watching some american performances on tv.

I can't help but noticed more and more american dramas nowadays especially involving the teenagers depicting a colourful image of the country itself. For instance the musical drama series, GLEE. The casts consist of many backgrounds; white, black, hispanic, asian, you name it. It makes me feel proud seeing my own decent is actually being recognized somewhere that long time ago being described as racist. Probably people are moving forward, putting skin colour behind, instead, focusing on tolerance and healthy growing among our kids who are the coming generation, and also who are going to mould the world.

Sadly, when I read the local newspaper nowadays, I find alot of racial issues prop up and its getting uncontrollable like a cancerous tumour spreading the whole region. It feels so much ashame that we have been accusing the west for being racist but instead, the racist lives just within ourselves. In the east peninsular for instance, ladies wearing sleeves shorter than the elbow will be fined. I mean, what the heck. The freedom of using certain language in a religion is prohibited and so on so forth. If these people who have so little in faith, no matter what language other religions are using, this will not play any effect. Why others have to be sacrificed just because you have a poorer in sight and lack of faith in your religion. I mean, it all doesn't make sense to me.

Controlling how others should live by your rules merely by using the excuse of religion is utterly absurd. And it is even worse when we are in a democratic society but not really practising one. It's a mere hypocrite. Telling the kettle black, and it's getting worse now. We are moving so backward. Very much and it's saddening. It happens not only on the newspaper, even the vibe is reaching my vicinity. It feels awkward but again, I don't care.

The verdict of life

The moment I stepped in, I was quickly ushered by a question, do you still remember him?

I looked over to the frail uncle right across the bed, there was a sense of familiarity. I could quickly tell Maz that I knew that uncle, unmistakenly. He was so thin compared the previous time I saw him a month ago. He was pale and appeared tired.

He put on a tired smile and the wife acknowledged me. I felt him instantaneously. We exchanged a short conversation before I asked him to take care and rest more. Then I moved on. But he was never gone missing from my sight the whole time I was there. I took a peek every now and then.

The disease really claiming all his energy. Merely few months, everything changes for him. He has a tumour in his mouth which was not detected until later, but again he was having unsuspecting symptoms.

I could see the family was worried. But I couldn't figure out what they were thinking. I never knew how to react in that situation. A lil awkward, all I wanted to ask was if there was anything I could do. But I just knew, it's a silly question. Definitely I couldn't heal him with a snap of fingers, then why to mention it when there was nothing I could do.

Life sometimes reaches a point where there is out of option. All we could do is to wait for the verdict to come. Until then, we will continue wondering.

Quiet night...

I find this evening to be very calm and serene. The rain droplets falling from the sky could be heard through the opened window. The evening breeze is so soothing. The melodramatic songs accompany the background of the dimly-litted room. As if the beach is a stone throw away.

It was a busy morning but it all went down to such a relaxing evening. Nice! There is nothing particular playing in the mind now. With a cup of hot chocolate milk, that would be a fantastic evening.

Missing those travelling days, with just a backpack that carries a whole lot of adventures without the burden of any worries.

A child in pain and it breaks the heart

He is merely 13, and from the first look, people might wonder if he was a spoilt brat. He would shout whenever he feels pain. He would make so much noise, sometimes continuously, one might think if his pain threshold is so low.

But at 13, he has a large tumour sitting in his head compressing his skull. That pain on his face on the second look after realizing the severity of his disease, it cannot be mistaken for a real pain, a pain nobody can imagine.

The moment I looked at him tonight, I felt so much at ease. He was ambulating on a wheelchair while moving to the toilet. He wasn't in that much pain. Probably the pain killer worked for that moment. That was so different from the first time I saw him. He was in intense pain. He was crying. He was just a child surrounded by adults. One might wonder if his puberty would make him stronger.

But my biggest concern is, if he would make it after puberty. If he would be able to live through and experience puberty like any other growing child. Poor kid. Both parents had left him since young, only to be taken care by relatives. I remember holding his head while he was having another bout of headache, even the meds were not working. I gave him a lil massage, my heart broke. If only mercy is shown to this lil kid. Did he deserve to be in this pain?

It's all different today. I held his hand. Everyone was complaining that he was agressive. Never let anyone to touch him. But yes, I held his right hand without restrain. He was telling me it hurts there. I looked and I massaged gently again. The feeling of being helpless, I could only share his pain by touching him.