Touch and Go

Touch and Go would remind one of the easy payment systems of going through the toll station. My subject of 'touch and go' refers to humans! During one of my conversations with friends, I was told that in front of an adult audience, a speaker mentioned that if you are bored, you can go to one of the sleazy corners of Malacca and ask for a touch and go service! Just part with a little of your precious ringgit and you can feel the bre@#$*! of the lady of the night for a while and buzz off after that! It is really 'touch and go' business!

Somehow, I was not impressed with that worthless information as I was in fact angry by the speaker's lack of respect for the female audience. What irks me more was the warm response from the female audience themselves! Can't they provide some show of protest that their pride has been tarnished? Frankly speaking, if I was one of the female audience in the hall, I would have given him a piece of my mind! To hell with him for his rank!

Sadly, this 'business' reminds me of some incidents in my younger days when some sweet young things did the same thing. It involves some schoolgirls in town. Just for some spare cash, they were willing to let their opposites touch them at a price. They even stated a price for the spots they would allow their male counterparts to touch! So much for our infamous 'touch and go' business.

But, to my dear respected opposites, if the males go overboard, don't just sit back and blush, or worst still, giggle about the whole matter! To the young girls out there, do take care of your pride and moral dignity.

Filial Piety

My life has never passed without thinking about my dearest parents. Today's thoughts are specially dedicated to my dearest Mum and Dad. I am what I am, and will be what will be because of my parents. After fifty years and two glorious days, I am proud to say that I have done my parents proud. Not that I am comparable to Bill Gates or the Pope but I dare rub shoulders with them with the wealth of values I have inherited from my parents. My parents are not heroes of society, standing out and fighting for a good cause. They are simple citizens with simple minds but with enough values to turn me into a good man instead of a suicide bomber! This inheritance will be passed down to my children who will one day look back and say," ...we are what we are because of our parents and our grandparents and our grandparents' parents ... ."
I have the deepest respect and love for my parents. Could I have developed such a deep sense of feeling for them if they have not sacrificed for me? Whether their sacrifice is enough or otherwise is immaterial. The most important is the thought of sacrificing for their child, me. Sacrifice entails a herculean effort. Blood, sweat and tears are synonymous with acts of sacrifice. Doing the same for my own children, I can imagine the torture that they have to go through. All parents, whether good or bad have to go through the same measure of torture, too. Therefore, never for once should a child declare that his parents do not care for him. Would a parent feed his child to the dogs? Even the insane would not do that. The bond between parents and their children is as natural as life itself.
I am proud to be my parents' child. But now, even at this age,I have my regrets...regrets that I may not have done enough to repay them for being what I am; regrets that my love for them may not have touched their hearts enough; regrets that I may not have become what they have wanted me to be. I believe that maybe, this feeling stems from my folly of taking them for granted sometimes. But , parents are parents... always forgiving, always loving us, always hiding our inadequacies! So, my conscience is clear!
But,let me remind you children out there. Do not take your parents for granted. Love them! Respect them! Treasure them like you would treasure your own life. Do not equate them with the tools of your life. For when they are gone from this world, you would be constantly pricked by your conscience of guilt. It would be too late......too late...........too late to understand .....and practise....... filial piety!

Fifty Years And a Day!

What a great feeling to be fifty years and a day old! Hanging in the balance between life and death the year before, it is really a relief to cross the half century period of my life now. Whatever the future holds for me, I have promised myself to treasure the life I have. I may not be materialistically rich but I dare say that I am rich at heart. That is enough to be the impetus for me to live on, to help humankind in anyway I can and to share my humble wisdom with whoever that needs it.
Congratulations to myself for surviving the dreaded cancer! I am on the road to recovery but looking back, the journey on the road of hope was hell! Thanks to my strong drive to live on, I practically shut myself from the thought of death. After all, death comes to everyone. But, take it from me. There is still so much to achieve, to strive for, even people to reach out to. So, live on, even in the face of adversity because life is so precious.
Initially, I just wanted to let fate take its course but what the heck! I cannot just let fate run my life. Fate is only for the weak! Life is for the brave! So, I will continue to live life the best way I can, make more friends and no enemies, be happy and laugh my life away........
Now, I am dying.............................................................................................................................................
to say I love all you people out there, wherever you are!!!!