Notice how we are never satisfied with what we have? We always want a bigger house, a better car, eat better food and even drink better beer or wine. We are always complaining. Just found out the sorry plight of one of the cleaners in my apartment.
This lady's husband,who is a lorry driver, had just met an accident recently and is paralysed waist down. He made a SOCSO claim for insurance but was turned down for some technicality. How cruel! They have four school-going children with the eldest one at 12 years old. They are now depending on her salary which is a miserly RM650 a month. Also found out that they are renting a house for RM300. Which leaves RM350 for everything else!!! How do they manage? And yet this quiet, unassuming Indian lady goes on with her job without fuss. Found out from the other cleaners that she is actually having a tough time getting basic necessities and is applying for welfare from a few associations but has failed.
I have decided to actually raise some money among family and friends and help a fellow M'sian in need. Will then go get canned food, basic necessities and others from Tesco and send it to her home.
So everyone, be thankful for what you have and spare a thot for some who are really in need. I know I will.
Anyone reading this and wants to contribute can contact me directly.
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Yo bro. Good on you. Will definitely contribute something when we meet next.
Also could you get her husband's details. Will see if me dad can help with the Socso claim (no promises but will try!).
TQ bro. Will get his details soon.
Malaysia needs more people like you... hope all is well on her part... =)
but, it's people like this lady that will appreciate all they have the most, as compared to people who has everything.. cars, shelters, nice clothes, designer stuffs and still complain petrol price la, ciggarette price la... etc etc IRONIC
i used to see this Indian lady (toilet cleaner) eat in the toilet everyday when i work back in a shopping mall in Melaka... she looks happy and content to share her food (rendang,curry and what not) with her fellow colleagues in the ladies' room... and it's people working outside of the toilet, i.e managers, shop owners who make the most noise about life... IRONIC
Senorita,
Thanks for the compliment. I try to do as much charity work that I can with my family. It keeps you humble and a satisfaction not measurable in money terms! It just takes so little to bring so much joy to others. When u give your free tuition, u will know wat I mean.
AD,
And there we were complaining abt the Beer being not fresh on Friday!!! Shame! Shame!
hee hee . . . fooker, the beer was awful la & you concurred!
Please email me the hubby's details asap. TQ
I was ok with the beer but since YOU complined, so I concurred.
Will e-mail the details to u as soon as I get them!
stunning idea of compassion!! Am thinking(which i normally don't). If you have a restricted network of bloggers and can just highlight the plight of one destitude individual, create awareness and get the other fuckin' bloggers to help out... that would be awesome because there are thousands of different closed network of bloggers from Malaysia and if everyone had just one real person to help..imagine the difference we'd be making in by-passing the standard bureaucratic government based help!! An excellent idea indeed. EMail me your Bank account details privately ... maybe i could make a minute difference(i could do without the 3 double scotches today)!!
yeah, good idea indeed... maybe can set up a blog to highlight the sufferings of individuals who had been turned down by associations and stuffs like the Indian lady... shud have some requirements to b eligible to b highlighted on the blog though.. and can get non-profit org. to sponsor the blog (in return with promos abt their org. that is)
Wow Mohan! You're a changed person! Yeah, wouldn't it b great if we cld get a blogger's group to help people in cases like this. However the problem of accountability and trust always crops up. So unless someone comes up with a transparent and accountable system, I can't see that happening yet.
By the way, do u have a blog?
Senorita,
Maybe we could figure s'thing out or that cld be a topic for yr next assignment? Maybe we are on to s'thing and maybe not. However, to me, anything that cld help someone else is always worth doing.
Just a far-fetched dream but if it comes true, we can say it started here first!
will keep that in mind.. might be a side project when i'm back in Malaysia
LLT..i used to have a blog on this site about 1 1/2 years ago..just some scribblings and poems I write when i get bored of pure Math! Here's 2 of them...
PEACEFULLY WALKING HOME TO A LOVER.
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there goes the one legged tramp,
sore infested gangrenous, barefooted connection to the land,
through melancholic hills of loneliness and valleys of
despair,
feeding on rotting food and grieving drains, yet, he trudges on gracefully in awe of life;
there goes the one legged tramp,
who stepped on a landmine, picked it and held it close to his heart,
then kissed it with his numb lips,
and erupted into a million pieces of sacrifice, dried love
on the dirt,
yet, he trudges on gracefully in love with life;
there goes the one legged tramp,
whom kids chased and paupers spat at, voidness in emotional piety,
and women raped and buried his smile in a tombless grave,
although it was him that woke them from death,
yet, he trudges on gracefully in heavenly laughter;
there goes the one legged tramp,
who never came back nor was heard of neither remembered,
till the rivers flowed black with laughter of his,and a million footprints trampled on his lost sole, yet, he trudges on gracefully to the one he loved.
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BLASPHEMOUS SAINT.
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where ambiguity and uncertainty precedes the senses,
like seemingly disappearing random faces;
where turmoil dwells even in sleep;
when finally the lying prophet saw...
an atheist trapped within the fading pages of the bible,
a Muslim standing on the qu'ran trying to grab a piece of allah's
heart,
a yogic guru entangled in a simplistic net of capitalistic
consciousness,
a retarded statue of jesus making love to minnie mouse;
AND the gods laughed merrily and danced and sung and proclaimed
innocent barriers of mortality on the thinking apes of the fading planet.
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Shall reply sooner or later to this idea of bloggers being involved with social change!
Do admire what you're doing!
M.
Hey Mohan! Did u write all that or are they lyrics to some weirdsong you listen to? Heavy bro, really heavy! I am impressed! Didn't know you could write like that or has another wire short-circuited in that brain of yours??? hahahaha......
Seriously M, if we could get bloggers to be really impactful in social change, that would be amazing! It has already worked politically here in M'sia!
Yup..my writings i suppose(but don't think anything belongs to anyone..we're just discovering things while passing by). Remember I do research in Pure Math. and sometimes that takes you away from the real world.. the writings are a way of crawling back into society and realising what little/finite time we have to do something or rather...who ever knows...just to keep me kicking i suppose. BTW, it's my birthday today and I'm totally smashed at 2pm and the bastards here are dragging me out again. You take care and make sure you never stop having fun!!
p/s:...this one's about AIDS.
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WANNA HAVE SOME FUN MR.
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like beads of water trickling from an erected nipple,
flashing prisms of a crystallized fantasy,then dying on cold mosaic;
she was young only once, yesterday;
moaning to the rhythms of used condoms, syphilis and cheap make-up;
a parade through life along with cheering semen;
blue-black visions of morally jaded posters;
a cry deficiently immune to all except rashes of uncertainty;
a story so very old, a classic, perhaps just an old book;
the gentle voice of a child, that discarded umbilical chord that fed
death to her;
spoonfuls of patented cocktails from broken soup bowls;
like a movie with no ending,
she lived happily after never.
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Happy Birthday Bro! Go get smashed!
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