The Babbling Bleating Old Man

For a few days in a row, The Star has been reporting (here and here) on how bad the Singaporeans are in sex. Perhaps, they should dissipate more awareness on the sexual assaults such as rape and worse incest in Malaysia herself. Frankly, I’m more keen on what needs to be done to prevent another Nurin case from occurring again.

First class mentality… will always be a dream.

Ignorant, bloody ignorant.

The kampung lost its only "pondok telefon". Some fellas stole it. The peeps weren’t happy. Well, some were not bothered.

The few who cared, couldn’t do anything. Well, not till the chieftain, Mr. Babu, received a parcel in his mailbox from Mr. Papu. Guess what’s inside? Evidence. A picture, of Ah Seng loosing the screws of the pondok. However, his accomplices and the crime boss were not in a visible view.

Outcry. Havoc.

Some of the unhappy ones wanted heads to roll. They wanted the pondok back with the culprits sent to the jail. Mr. Babu was a busy man. Hence, he assigned three dudes, Kaka, Kiki and Koko to investigate.

Three weeks passed but there were no results because the person who photographed the picture did not submit himself. The discipline-keeper of the village, Mr. Strongman was summoned to assist. He took statements from Mr. Papu and Ah Seng. But he was not happy, he wanted the rest of the photos which would expose everyone.

So what they did? Ah Seng was left aside. They would send Mr. Papu to jail if he was not willing to expose the person who sent him the photos.

Common sense? Just prosecute Ah Seng. Investigate his background and activities. Wouldn’t that be the easiest way to solve the problem? =..="

I wonder where is Ah Seng now. Probably enjoying samsu in a village which will never be found.

In the end, CASED CLOSED. Takda evidence. Everyone lives happily ever after.

What third-world mentality. What shame.

O Lord, I pray it will be alright. Give us back the pondok telefon.

So tired that I couldn’t sleep
So many secrets I couldn’t keep

I promise myself I wouldn’t weep
For my country, one more promise I couldn’t keep

There was something which I never learn. So, you taught me what is hope. You taught me that dreams are for weaving, I have to make it start. Now I’m losing my way, each passing day and I’m going to throw it away. I tried living the story, but sorry, now I couldn’t hold the truth in my heart.

You told me, the pain will learn how to mend, as long I seek truth, and hold on till the end. It’s hard, now I’m the one washing my tears away. You know what my heart says? Just let it go home and stay.

Dreams will see me through till forever? You are true in all ways, except this one. Now i’m in the dark, dreaming of promises. In the dark, i feel no longer find the light, that warms my heart every night.

Yes, I do believe in Heaven and Hell.
It’s just about time before this temple will break apart.
Get away from me. Get away.