Tongkat Ali of Life

My question to Tun:

Dear Sir,

If you were given a chance to re-select your successor, who will it be?

Or you will let democracy plays its role into choosing the new Prime Minister?

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“God have decided who are we going to be with, no use to be sad if we can’t be together”

“Just cherish the very moment that we have with no regret”

If I could, I would tell God not to separate us but I don’t think I am qualify enough to tell God what to do”

“God is testing us and whether we like it or not we have to take this test and make sure we pass”

“Once you told me, there we time we fell in love and there we time we really felt in love”

“God only give us the one that we going to share our life with but not with the one we want to share our love with”

“If I cannot love you now maybe I will be able to love you in another lifetime”

“If you tell me God is fair then God must be a liar”

“Why we always end up with the one we don’t need but lost the one that we want”

“With every beat of my heart that I love you”

“You can hate me but that won’t make me stop loving you”

“I know you will hate me now but I also know you will love me later”

“Let’s not be sad, let’s just enjoy this moments together before the sun rises”

“When you opened your eyes the next morning, just imagine this is just a dream”

“I love you so much but I had to let you go”

“Love is something that you have to let go and when love comes back you know he/she is the one”

“God is fair but love is unfair”

“If you can show me one person without a broken heart & I will show you a man without a heart”

“Love me now before it is too late”

“We only have this very moment & this if this moment passed, it won’t be the same again”

There were times you came home late at night.

There were times you missed my play at school.

There were times you don’t even want to listen to my explanations.

There were times I don’t understand you.

There were times I hate you so much.

I tried so hard to make you proud.

I tried so hard to be the son you want me to be.

I tried so hard to be perfect.

I tried so hard to make you understand.

I tried so hard to make you love me.

Now I am just like you.

I am a grown man.

I am a husband.

I am a father.

I grew up to be just like you.

One day, I picked up the phone and called my father.

It was his birthday.

I told him that I always hated him that I forgot how to love him.

I thank him for being a wonderful father for all these living years.

Without him I couldn’t have made it.

I told my father that I love him and I am going to make up all the lost times.

He told me that he have been waiting for me to say those words for years.

He died peacefully in his sleep the next day.

To all the father,

Happy father’s day!

Dear Boss,

Please accept this as a letter of resignation as I could no longer service to this wonderful company.

Since our beloved PM announced of fuel increment yesterday, I have been having a sleepless night and I do not know if I can go to sleep ever again.

When I woke up from the bed this morning, I looked at my wife & I felt like not coming to work due to the fuel price increase but then again I had to or else my family will have nothing to eat.

How am I going to tell my wife that we can’t afford to buy the new Saga that we always wanted as our three little children are growing up?

Last night in bed, I have been thinking of trade in my kancil and get a motorcycle or bicycle to work but then again how do I fit my three little children?

As you see Sir, I do not want my three little children to lose a father because as you know that the distance between my house & the factory is about 10km away, but the lorries & trucks uses the same route, as it is very dangerous for me to use motorcycle to work.

I was also thought about increasing my insurance coverage but due to the fuel increase, I hardly able to cover two meals a day for my three little children.

Dear Boss,

If I knew that the PM is going to increase the price of petrol, I would not have wanted to have so many kids. As my children are currently age 3, 5 & 7 years old.

I am worried the future of my children as currently I can’t even afford to give them a proper education.

Last year, my wife and I are very happy to hear that the PM announced in the budget that to give free education for all. When I went to register my children, I was shocked to see that the classroom is a barn.

Dear Boss,

I plan to bring my family back to my parent’s kampung as I think the standard of living there is lower.

I plan to become a rubber taper, which I think the pay is better. My wife can stay at home do some vegetable gardening & cook. She can also take care of the children as PM used to say, “Family comes first”.

When my children are old enough, I also planning to train my children up to become a rubber taper as I think it is good future income.

Lastly, I also would like to thank you for showing me that you could afford to have a driver to drive you around in your brand new car.

Thank you, boss.

Yours Sincerely,

(Your Loyal Employee)

PS: Boss, I will reconsider to stay with the company if you increase my pay!

Dear Mr. PM,

Thank you Prime Minister for increasing the fuel price because I think tomorrow I had to sell off my car and buy a cheap bicycle.

Lucky for those singles, they can still bring their girlfriend around on a motorbike.

As for me I am married with wife & 3 little children, how can they fit on the bike? I can’t bring them jalan-jalan (joyride) anymore.

You and your government were also saying that you will subsidize RM625 per year for the poor like me but I can’t imagine how is that going to help.

Let me do my calculation:

RM625 / 12 month = RM52.0833 per month

RM53.0833 / 20 days (working days) = RM2.6542 per day

Dear Mr. PM,

My conclusion is with RM2.65 per day, I only can get to travel 3km per day which my working place is about 10km away, one way. This excludes me from going to mamak stall (food stall) to buy food for my wife & children which take another 5km to reach.

Thank you very much Mr. PM, I hope you & your government will last sampai anak, cucu & cicit (until son, grandson & great grandson) because I don’t think my children will last until their next generation. If my children are lucky, they will go back to the estate and becomes a rubber taper. I hope by that time the rubber trees are still around.

You have given me & the people of Malaysia a good reason of global fuel hike. And I on the behalf of the people of Malaysia thank you for that.

The beautiful 40% increased of fuel price will brings other stuffs like food, vegetable, fish, chicken & etc to increase.

This means my wife and I can start to go on diet now, we used to dream that we can become members of fitness second but now the dreams are getting further.

I am a very positive thinker; I thank you for increasing the fuel price because my three little children will eat less and won’t grow up becomes fat like their father.

Mr. PM from the picture of the newspaper, I think you have putting on weight. Please take care of you cholesterol. I don’t want you to be like our previous PM which has to go three or four bypass. Lucky for him, he survived.  

Dear Mr. PM,

I also would like to congratulate you for not winning 2/3 majority in the last election. Haven’t you and your government learned the lesson from the last election? Why did you lose? What happened to the post mortem?

Now I know what’s the reason that ex-PM wants you to step down. Now I know what’s the reason the people of Malaysia wants you to step down.

Increase of RM0.78 per liter is a shocked to all of us Malaysian! Luckily tsunami did not hit us like other countries did; or else this will be the second tsunami for us!

Thank you & God bless you!

Yours truly,

Citizen of Malaysia

Is he died a sad & lonely man?

I was shocked to have read an article about P. Ramlee died as a sad & lonely man.

My father used to tell me that he died young because he was a heavy smoker and drinker.

I don’t know which to believe now.

He could have died due to depression because nobody wanted to listen to his ides and dreams to develop our Malaysian Film Industies.

That’s why he turned to cigeratte and alcohol to overcome his depression.

This is the only explaination that I can think of.

P. Ramlee’s movies are the kind of movies that makes all the multi-racial in Malaysia to watch, even the world.

Not the kind of movies that modern Malaysian Film directors made except a few.

Once I was a teenager about 20 years ago, I had a friend that was Chinese educated. We spoke about P. Ramlee movies and I was suprised to learn that he liked P. Ramlee movies so much too.

In the mist of our conversation, I told him that it was very sad that P. Ramlee died at a young age. And he turned and looked at me and said “What did you mean he died?”.

My friend did not know that P. Ramlee has died 20 years ago!

Well, the only conclusion I can come out with.. P. Ramlee did not die, he lives on as we watched & listened to him on the screen everytime.

P. Ramlee might be gone on this planet Earth but his heart & soul lives on forever..

“Engkaulah satu-satunya, Insan yang teristimewa..” ~ Shiela Majid (Lagenda)

“Anak ku Sazali”.. “Ibu mertua ku”.. put a tears in my eyes..

“Bujak Lapok”.. Do Re Mi”.. put a laughter in my heart..

I salute you, P. Ramlee! May your soul rest in peace..

“I’ll wait for you” that what she said before she disappeared in thin air

And now I am waiting for her to reappear

I guess she never will

What have I done?

And now I am getting tired

I feel like going to sleep

And never ever to wake up

Her breath keeps me going on

The scent of her skin makes me strong

“Don’t ever give up on me” she said

“Because I’m not going to give up on you” she concluded

I could see the fear in her eyes

She knew that one day she’s going to lose me

She knew that one day she have to let me go

I could see the tears in her eyes

She cried when she thought I was asleep at night

I could hear her weep

I could feel her tremble beside me

“Oh! God what have I done”

“Oh! God please forgive both of us”

We were so blindly in love

Why You made us met

And now You made us apart

We should teach our children on how to Love or else there will be no reason to live with Hate..

This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn’t enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say ‘Eat this rice, son! I’m not hungry.’ This was Mother’s First Lie.

As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten; my heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, ‘Eat this fish, son! I don’t really like fish. ‘This was Mother’s Second Lie.

 Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes, which she filled with fresh matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said, ‘Mother, go to sleep; it’s late: you can continue working tomorrow morning. ‘Mother smiled and said ‘Go to sleep, son! I’m not tired.’ This was Mother’s Third Lie

 When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. After dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the bell rang, I ran to meet her…  Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as my Mother’s love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration, I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too Mother said ‘Drink, son! I’m not thirsty!’ This was Mother’s Fourth Lie.

 After Father’s death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent. She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our family’s life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our family’s condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our other neighbors saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying ‘I don’t need love.’ This was Mother’s Fifth Lie.

 After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, ‘I have enough money.’ That was Mother’s Sixth Lie.

 I continued my part-time studies for my Master’s Degree. Funded by the American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies. With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in America but Mother didn’t want to bother her son; she said to me ‘I’m not used to high living.’ That was Mother’s Seventh Lie

 In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized. Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, ‘Don’t cry, son!  I’m not in pain.’ That was Mother’s Eighth Lie.

 Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died.

 YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!

 M - O - T - H - E - R

 ‘M’        is for the Million things she gave me,

 ‘O’        means only that she’s growing old,

 ‘T’         is for the Tears she shed to save me,

 ‘H’        is for her Heart of gold,

 ‘E’        is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them,

 ‘R’        means Right, and right she’ll always be, Put them all together, they spell ‘MOTHER’ a word that means the world to me.

 For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom’s presence on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren’t so blessed, this is even more beautiful…