I have a special post dedicated to the YOU out there. Before that, I write for my regular readers first.

Let me post this Aerosmith song ‘I don’t wanna miss a thing’ which is the song from the movie Armageddon from one of those unforgettable movie about end times.

David Cook American Idol winner #1 sang this in the Top Three Finalist in American Idol season 7. The Youtube video is available for embedding but I prefer Aerosmith big mouth and his wicked witch look. Without doubt, David Cook is going to be the American Idol season 7 winner.

Now back to my title. Hey, you! Yes, I am talking to you.

I am not talking to the ones who visit my blog every day and leave comments.
I am not talking to the ones who visit my blog once in a while and feel fine reading whatever they happen to find on that day.
I am not talking to the ones who read my blogs, like them and tell me personally.
I am not talking to some of my silent readers who never post comment here but they do write to me personally if I ask for some help or info.
I am not talking to the ones who happened to stumble here.

I am talking to you.
You who detest me and yet, silently read, without fail, three to four times a day.
Not only the main post but the comments, keeping updated on who have commented and who have not.
I am talking to you who silently lurks around to pick up something that you deem to be ‘bad’ about me and then, walks off sniggering happily with the satiated and satisfied feelings like “Lei sui chor….tai sei, padan muka, serves you right, you evil woman, bad karma.”

Yes! You the silent, lurkers whose sadistic joy is to enjoy getting dissed and then, asked me to fuck off on my own blog and said you are never coming back. Yet…why are you reading this, you moron! Catch you, didn’t I?

And eheh, am I good or what? One day Moron’s Day, next day Silent lurking hater day. Kreakkk ptui!

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This is something I picked up from Malaysiakini, supposed to be the letter from a mother to Pak Lah to beg for the release of her ailing son from ISA detention. I am going to put it up because I can feel the pain of a mother’s worries. If you are a blogger too and wish to make a stand, why not do the same thing? Copy and paste that letter? Certainly, we won’t be stuffed into ISA for supporting an ISA detainee? Or can they? So, sue me!

Pak Lah, I beg, you, please release my son
K Kalaivaniy | May 14, 08 4:17pm

YAB Dato Seri Abdullah Hj Ahmad Badawi,

Dear Mr Prime Minister,

I am the 67-year-old and proud mother of P Uthayakumar one of Hindraf leaders detained by your goodself under the Internal Security Act. I write as the mother of Uthayakumar and on behalf of all Malaysian mothers who have been deprived of the love, care and attention of their sons detained under the ISA.

Only a mother who had raised and nurtured her son would understand the torture of forcefully being separated from him. Like me, there are many other mothers in this country currently being denied to be freely with their sons. On behalf of them, I write to appeal to you as a father figure of this beautiful country to immediately release them.

No mother on earth would condone her son committing an unlawful act and going unpunished but no mother would be able to digest the fact that her son is held for his political beliefs without being charged with any offence.

Like my son, many sons are being held under the law for their political beliefs or held on mere suspicion and without proof that they have committed offences. I wish to state that, like me, many mothers are suffering every day thinking of the uncertainty and unjust punishment and torture their sons are going through.

Many mothers are older than me and their days may be numbered. Every other day in detention is an eternal punishment to the mothers meted out by the country. Dear Prime Minister, let not a single mother leave this earth not being able to cuddle and hug her son for one last time.

I beg you on behalf of all mothers - be he a JI suspect, Hindraf leader or anyone - no mother would want to leave this earthly life with the burden of not speaking to her son one final time. On behalf of all I pray to the Lord Al-mighty to give you the utmost wisdom to see this great unjust committed on our sons.

I beg and appeal to you. Please release them and shut down the Kamunting detention camp.

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“Dear, a pinch of salt also cannot? Doctor got say cannot meh? One tiny pinch will make a lot of difference. Somemore hor, if we have lack of sodium, we can get delusional. Sure cannot? One pinch lorrr. After all, they are giving him such big packet of liquid to clear his system.”

“Cannot…”

“He knows meh? Maybe if the food is tastier, he can eat more? Moreover hor, the mee suah is loaded with salt also.”

“Cannot…”

“Ok lah, ok lah…no salt. I put garlic ok? Or else the fish smells fishy. Somemore garlic good for cancer. And I put one drop of olive oil. We need oil in our diet. If they ask, you tell them fish natural oil ok?”

“I don’t know lah.”

“You ask them lah, why must eat the same meal everyday? Tell them, tumeric is very good for infection. Medically proven. I can go buy some fresh tumeric and prepare fish with it. Sure tasty and have healing property. Ask lah.”

“People say only mee suah and fish, with no salt or anything else.”

“Pepper and a bit of cornflour to make the fish fillet smoother, ok gua….”

“You ha…”

“Trust me lah…if given free hand to me, I sure fatten him up with my cooking. The doctor doesn’t restrict his diet, why must eat so little? I make some spinach, carrot and potato soup….Nicer mah…”

“Aiyar…so clever, you go ask lah.”

“Ok lah, don’t want suak-suak khi lah. People offer only mah…”

And today is the beginning of a long journey ahead. I am not talking about my own journey of cooking. Rather, it is a long journey to cancer treatment.

To those of you who read my Christian Journey probably knew the rant I made the other day. By sheer coincidence or the work of the Holy Spirit, the people asked me to do it the next day. I felt a bit guilty for the rant but that’s how I felt at that moment in time. So, it is brewing barley, some cooling Chinese herbs and other stuffs for drinks and cooking mee suah for the two meals.

My relative started radiotherapy today. I thought it is for his cancer treatment but the doctor said it is just to stop the bleeding from the kidney. He is now warded at the Penang General Hospital and the radiotherapy or (whatever they call the treatment which is to be done in Pantai Mutiara) is not part of the cancer treatment yet.

Both hubby and I have seen critical illness and death so the two of us are so cool about everything. We went to visit the other day (actually hubby is doing the running around, three times a day) and asked him to walk more but he is rather down and was lying on his bed all day. I do not know if it is frustrating for him or beneficial to him because both of us insisted that he should get up and walk around with his urine bag and all those drips because it will strengthen his muscles and gives better blood circulation.

That’s why I do not like to go too often because to me, nothing is too difficult. I gently explained that the catheter is in place and secure so he doesn’t have to worry too much of dislodging it. But it is hard for the patient because it is a big whack on his life.

So, my dear friends, pray that he will regain the mental strength to counter the weakened body. I really do not know what the future holds for him. He had to stop the treatment at Adventist because it was getting too costly. However, on the positive side, our Government Hospital is rather well equipped and if not, they refer to Pantai Mutiara (at Gov hospital cost). Maybe I should thank Chua Soi Lek for these facilities.

His children have been informed, btw.

Ok, Florence Nightingale is going for her rounds. Ta ta!

P/S : Suggestions for diet/meals/foods for cancer patients who are undergoing radiotherapy is most welcome.

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I hereby declare May 14 as Moron’s Day. I have searched and Google and there is no Moron’s Day. So, I hereby solemnly declare that we shall have a Moron’s Day so that we recognise this bunch of people who makes us somehow feel like Einstein.

I have the authority to declare it because hiaks, hiaks, hiaks, I am on page two for Happy Moron’s Day over a post I wrote in 2007.

Therefore, let’s wish all the morons out there - HAPPY MORON’S DAY!

I am such a nice person eh?

**Disclamer : Blog owner is not responsible if blog readers decided to dedicate their wishes to morons and state their names here on my blog.

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I got some emails from a friend who received the mails from David Townsend, a friend of his. David Townsend works in Chiang Mai, Thailand and David has access to the cyclone hit areas in Burma. David has been there and is working with whatever resources he has to help the victims. David’s mail describe the pain, sufferings, hardships, horror, anguish faced by the victims and the situation in Burma .

It is a rather long mail, so I have bolded the paras of some of the parts that touched me most. I have also captured a screenshot of David’s profile as below :

David is a Jesuit priest and you can access his sites at :

http://7fountains.wordpress.com
http://www.jesuitmissions.org.uk

Dear Friends,

Thanks for all the inquiries of support and sympathy.
People of Burma need you and your sympathy.

I am deeply sucked into the work now, as after the day I went to
the national caritas office and brought them for a meeting with the
Archbishop. We had an urgent meeting and a committee on Myanmar
disaster relief is formed. I am helping in training the volunteers,
working on projects, assessments and also in the write of the
appeals. Last eight days I was on the move, today I returned. I do
hope I will have time to write a longer report. Today we had meeting
with supporters, tomorrow I will be training another 40 volunteers.
Church responds, since they do not have experience in meeting
disasters of this magnitude, even my little experience is useful to
them. So I am very often out with them. Planning, training and
visiting sites.

Suffice to say, Burma weeps today and the tears of the innocents
wounds our sensibilities. I have seen the suffering of these
graceful people. When nature colludes in compounding their agony,
heart gets mutilated with despair.

I just returned from one of the most affected areas. nearly 30000
people met a watery grave. In Kyalatt, Phaypon and Bogala and the
villages around, thousands perished.

I was far off in Phyapon, down the Irrawady river, with the bodies
of human beings and cattle floating along the boat ride, we reached
a destroyed village.

We were the first outsiders to reach them. Cyclone Nargis bombed
them, flattened them and left them rattled with their spirit rattled.

In a sadistic show of ’shock and awe’ nature attacked the hapless
men and women at night, attacking them from the seas, river and from
the air. Menacingly howling winds, at a blistering pace tore
through settlement, as fighter bombs would have bombed.

It is a sad sight. To my eyes which have seen Tsunami, kashmir
earthquake, this is really overwhelming. Nature unleashed an orgy
of death and mayhem, wounding an already suffering population.

Yesterday, with tears in their eyes, women explained how the waves
snatched their babes from their bosoms. A mighty tidal wave
ensured that tears stayed on as the children embraced watery
graves.

As our boat moved along, a body of a five old boy driffed across,
child of a mourning mother somewhere, the boy drifting in an unknown
waters, waiting for a burial, unwept and unsung.

People do not have drinking water. As their settlments were crushed
into pieces, the decaying debris, in the water logged terrain
emanates deep smell. Food is not there. children were biting at
the coconut shells as we went in. Dead animals are spread out near
those debris. The people neither have the energy nor the will to
bury them. There were many refugees, living in roofless churches and
monasteries. Help has not reached them.

We are doing what is possible in Burma. Last two days we are
reaching out to the starving people. With disel prices skyrocketing
and not available, transport is still a problem.

There is still no electricity and water even in Yangon.

Burma is in deep mourning. The count as crossed 80000 and still
counting. The majestic Irrawady was the mother to these people.
It gave them food, was the transport water way, serpenting
majesticallly through some of the most beautiful rice fields in
the world. The delta was an alluring beauty before Irrawady fell to
the evil charms of Nargis. The mother became the monster, the
beauty became a beast.

The lands and fields were ravished on that night. The people
will take ages to come to normalcy. That needs great fellowship,
not only in material needs.

I will keep updated as and when internet is available. Be assured
the people of Burma are grateful to every simple good deed.

In a remote corner, wading through slush mud, we reached a small
broken church, where famished refugees were waiting for outsiders.
When we reached there, they welcomed with gratitude and served a
cup of burmese tea, the only thing they could have.

For more photos please go to Free Burma Rangers (be warned that it contains graphics that may be overwhelming to some people)

God bless selfless souls like Father David and all those people racing against time to save the survivors. Father David has described that this Burma tragedy is worse than the Tsunami. Therefore, I hope bloggers will be compelled to highlight the needs of the survivors so that each of us can render some form of help.

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Susan Loone asked this question. So, here’s my story.

I lived in a Malay majority kampung in Kampong Baroh, Bayan Lepas, Penang.
I was only five years old.
When the emergency was declared, as far as I can remember it, my two older brothers were in school - Chung Ling and Methodist Boys’ School. My eldest brother is 13 yrs older than me and my 2nd brother 12 years older than me, so they were 18 years and 17 years old. No, wait, probably my eldest brother already completed Form Five, so only my second brother was in school.

I do not recall much except that my mother was worried as my father had to rush to find my second brother. The only mode of transport we had back then was a Raleigh bicycle or the Penang Yellow Bus. Bayan Lepas is very, very far away from Methodist. Buses service probably stopped. And my father had to go on foot to fetch my second brother to safety.

During that time, all of us must be in the house, locked by the evening. From peepholes, I can see FRU personnels roaming around with their huge baton and rattan shield.

The hottest game then was this ring attached with string and a bell like thing. Kids would put the ring part at their ankle and we skip and make the ‘bell’ part go in circles. Very much like hula-hoop on an ankle. Who can remember playing this game?

Was there any racial tensions? Not that I know off. We have always lived peacefully, as far as a five years old girl is concerned. In fact, I went to an almost all-Malays school and never face racial problems at all.

So, yeah, nothing dramatic on my part.

However….I do feel pissed with the way UMNO protested at Komtar the other day. If that has been a day when my son was on his way home by bus, I would be worried sick because all the buses go to Komtar. Lucky, it was school holiday. That’s why I am very disappointed that the people who were part of the protest, i.e. the UMNO Penang leaders seems to get away with doing stunts like these on the streets and do not get into trouble. It was an irresponsible action.

How many of my readers were born before 1969?

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I watched the TV3 news a while ago and the three men panel have completed their report on the inquiry into the spycamera used to to capture Chua Soi Lek’s personal friend rendevous. Ok lah, Chua Soi Lek sex tape, remember?

So, the reporters asked Sak Cheng Lum (wuah when he becomes Tan Sri ah?) about the report but Sak Cheng Lum said the 3-man panel, consisting him, Michael Chen and Roger something have to submit the report back to the person who instructed them to investigate.

However, TV3 mentioned several MaChais names including Ong Ka Ting, Liow (not sure which Liow) and that pig-god who was a total moron in one of the political forum held in a church in PJ. Nay…pig-god, chee pak kuay, tu pak kuai, you know who lah…..I think even Donald Duck grieves that his ducky good name is spoilt by pig-god.

Potong stim only. So, we won’t know who is the culprit until Ong Ka Ting finished editing, rephrase, re-hash, re-write (insert more verbs) it.

Meanwhile, our super stud herrow Chua Soi Lek was interviewed too. He is still damn lansi ler…

But the main purpose of this blog is not to bring to you the TV3 news. My man was grumbling. “What stupid people. Instead of condemning the real culprit who committed the thing (we don’t use sin, ok?), they go after the camera man pulak. No doubt the camera man is wrong too….. But the real culprit is not innocent either. Why was Anwar prosecuted so harshly but this high profile minister came out full of arrogance?”

Yay! At least my man see that it is a downright embarrassment, wrong-doing, public shame (insert more names) to be screwing around. Now, I can sleep better.

So, you married men and single men out there. Who is CSL to you? Pick 1-5

1) Your hero
2) Your future superhero
3) “When I grow old, I want to be like CSL!
4) I want to ask CSL if he has more viagra supplies
5) “Don’t disturb. I got more Personal Friend series to watch.”

And married women….Pick one

1) KNN, cilaka scumbag
2) I am so thankful I am not his personal friend, boring wei.
3) Was he monitoring the nationwide healthcare stats or something from his laptop?
4) Speaking in Hokkien dem geli hor?
5) (fill in your own)

Single women…Pick one

1) When I grow up, I want to be AYam!
2) When I grow up, I want to find a sugar daddy like CSL
3) I will never marry, everrrr…if that’s how wives are treated

Disclaimer : No offence to CSL’s fans, ok? It is my personal opinion only. You are free to screw. Enjoy! And remember to watch out for spycam, ok?

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