June 13, 2008
June 12, 2008
The Star, 12 June 2008 - Suffer The Children ... Of Some
By: Azmi Shahrom, Brave New World
Without exotic foreign holidays, life will no longer be the same.
The sun was setting as the Proton Perdana crunched up the gravel driveway of the bungalow on Jalan Kia Peng. The man sitting in the back seat was oblivious to the gentle glow of dusk that bathed the large well-manicured gardens.
His heart felt heavy and his stomach was knotted.
He was going to break their hearts and there was no way out.
"We are here, sir."
The voice of the driver shook him out of his deep thoughts. With a barely audible grunt of thanks, he stepped out and with leaden feet walked towards the door.
Before he reached it, the huge oak edifices swung open. A small woman in a blue uniform retrieved his suitcase and collected his shoes as he slipped them off. He hardly noticed her, either.
From within the house, there were sounds of a loud X Box game in progress and young children shouting. The man walked into the living room. Expensive Italian furniture was arranged around a 40-inch plasma TV, its sleek modernity a stark contrast to the gaudiness of the sofas and armchairs.
A boy and a girl were transfixed by the screen, watching monsters get beheaded. A woman lounged in an armchair, her diamonds glittering.
"Listen, everybody, I must speak to you," said the man.
"Not now, Papa, we are reaching level five," said the boy.
"No, now," said the man.
The sombre tone of his voice cut through the shrill screams from the video game. The children and the woman looked to the man, their normal indifference suddenly replaced by unfamiliar concern.
Seating himself, the man leaned on his elbows and stared at the floor.
In a voice quivering with barely suppressed emotion, he started to speak.
"Darling, children, I am afraid we can't go to Orlando Disneyland this year."
"Where are we going then?" asked the girl. "England? Europe?"
"We can only go to somewhere in Asean."
The gasps from the family just about drowned out the crack in his voice as he finished his sentence. Then the barrage of questions started. Why?
What happened? How can this be?
As the voices rose to a crescendo, the man snapped, tears running down his face as he screamed, "The oil price has gone up and we can't go on holidays around the world any more!"
"But, darling," said the woman, "I already told the girls I would bring back for them oranges from Florida. How can I face them in Carcosa at our high tea tomorrow?"
"Papa, you promised Disneyland. I hate you! I hate you!" shrieked the boy as he stormed out of the room.
"Wait, boy!" he called out. "You must try to understand. The whole nation is suffering. We must make sacrifices. It is for the good of the country and for the future."
But it was too late; the boy had already disappeared into his bedroom.
Soon, the sound of heavy rap played at full volume could be heard.
"Oh, darling. Think about the children. How are they going to face their friends at the international school? Where are we going to go on holiday?"
The man wiped away his tears of frustration and held his head as he thought of what to say.
Suddenly, he looked up and with a smile bordering on the maniacal, he
said: "What about Singapore? Or we can even go local. Let's go to A Famosa in Malacca. It's fun, they have a theme park and an animal and cowboy show. Malaysia Truly Asia! Heh heh heh ..."
His laugh petered out as the girl and the woman stared at him icily, slicing through his forced jollity.
For the longest while, nothing was said. Then the rap music abruptly stopped. The three looked up as the boy walked back to them.
"I understand sacrifice, Papa. And I think I have the solution," he said.
The family stared at him, hope shining in their eyes. "We can all go to Hong Kong Disneyland!" he exclaimed excitedly.
The man broke down again and buried his face in his hands. Between his gasping sobs, he cried,
"Oh, my son, my poor, poor boy. Don't you know? Hong Kong is not in Asean."
"Arrrgghhh!" the boy screamed and ran back to his room, wailing, "I hate you! I hate my life! I want to die!"
The girl, unable to bear the pain any longer, stood up. She loomed over the broken shell that was her father and said, "I know we all have to suffer because of the oil price, Papa. But why do WE have to suffer SO MUCH?" Then she too stalked away.
The man stared into the middle distance.
His pain was almost too much to endure. The only sound in the room was the clinking of his wife's diamonds as her bosom heaved with racking sobs.
It barely smothered the sound of his shattering heart, for without their exotic foreign holidays, life would never be the same again.
Salah satu idea menarik datangnya dari blog Dato' Husam Musa, Naib Presiden PAS dan ADUN Salor Kelantan yang memberi idea secara khusus yang boleh digunakan sekiranya kerajaan sekarang atau kerajaan Pakatan Rakyat (sedikit masa lagi) boleh gunakan. Baca dan renungkan. Inipun Pak Lah dan pengampunya tak boleh berfikir.
On Razaleigh's recent open criticism of his leadership, Abdullah said the Gua Musang MP should take a good look at himself.
"He was the reason Barisan lost Kelantan to PAS in the first place," he said, adding that the Kelantan leader had done nothing to win the state back.
He blame Tun Mahathir:
"Under my leadership, they say there is no freedom, but at the same say that I am 'lembik' (soft). Scared of the 'si lembik' (the softy)?
"The rest are all stupid, only Khairy is clever," he said, referring to Dr Mahathir's accusation that Abdullah allowed himself to be influenced by his son- in-law in running the country and in making decisions.
(This one I agree two points with you. No. 1 Lembik and no. 2 Your son-in-law is running the country)
He blame UMNO member:
He said the BN would also not have lost Kedah and Perak if there had been no acts of sabotage against the coalition in the 22 state constituencies concerned.
He said if there had been no acts of sabotage which had robbed BN of victory in the 14 parliamentary constituencies, the BN would have won the general election with a more than two-third majority, he said at a press conference after attending a briefing session with the Umno president which was attended by the party's information machinery at the Putra World Trade Centre (PWTC), here Sunday.
He Blame on Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim:
"He may be the Prime Minister-in-waiting but I'm the leader of today," he stressed.
He also pointed out that when Anwar was the country's number two he (Anwar) too tried to control the media in terms of what came out on TV and in print.
(You really think DSAI is your PM in-waiting, Imelda Rosmah sure angry with you)
June 11, 2008
What Happen... RM2.70, An Increase of RM0.78. Then He Said, We Have To Sacrifice, But To Who? His Family?
"A single ticket to Putrajaya costs RM9.50 and a return ticket costs RM15. Considering Putrajaya is about 30km from the city, the fare is reasonable," he said.