Monday, April 16, 2007

Living on the edge

My good friend (more like a sista) showed this article in her email just moments after I read it (call it fate). I'm posting this here (wiothout permission from NST) in case it gets lost after awhile as NST refresh pages and this gets archived.

Please tell me what we can do to make a difference.....

Living on the edge (NST - 13/4/07)

About 16 children aged between 14 and 18 years old roam one of Johor Baru’s notable streets. They have been called a nuisance, an eyesore and even a threat to the tourism industry. JASSMINE SHADIQE finds out who they are and how they came to live in the shadows of the country’s second largest city


BOSOM buddies Zaini Khamis and Majmin Ali (not their real names) just could not take the ridicule and humiliation they faced at school every day. The two teenagers in Johor Baru were always on the receiving end — from teachers and students, who made fun of them because they were poor and could not afford brighter and cleaner school uniforms.

Another of their friends, Zainal Faisal, 14, was often the butt of jokes from teachers and school- mates because he was not good in his studies. Life at home was an endless cycle of hunger and scolding.

Ironically, the only comfort, care and companionship that these kids found came from living on the streets of Johor Baru.

As Zainal told the New Straits Times, "there’s money in these streets".

The three, along with 16-year-olds Shukri Moin and Sani Samad, are among the 16-odd urchins who have become a common sight along Jalan Wong Ah Fook, a thoroughfare of restaurants, shops and moneychangers, usually choked with locals and tourists.

Their tales of how they ended up sleeping on cardboard boxes on pavements and scrounging for restaurant leftovers bear the familiar theme of broken families, grinding poverty and the subsequent alienation from their better- off peers at school.

Zainal’s father is in prison for trafficking drugs and his mother has been so depressed that she can’t cook for herself, let alone her three children who live in a shack in Kampung Skudai Laut.

Zaini’s family could not afford to pay the 15-year-old’s RM24 school fees and because of this, his teacher made him stand out in the sun.

Sani and Shukri decided to quit school just before their Penilaian Menengah Rendah exams as they felt that it was pointless — they could never afford the costly books needed for the test.

The last straw that drove Majmin, 17, away from home and school came one day when a group of schoolgirls commented on his uniform, which was shabby because his family could not afford a new one.

For these five, life on the street is not as bad as it seems.

They affectionately refer to each other by nicknames, such as "Tree" (Zainal), "Buck" (Shukri) and "Arun" (Zaini).

They never steal, they claimed, but would wait around foreign currency traders to ask customers for small change .

Meals come from stall operators or restaurant owners in exchange for performing tasks like cleaning toilets, sweeping floors or helping to load things into vehicles.

For toilets, they just hop into public washrooms in shopping malls or restaurants.

But threats do come in the form of older boys, who extort money from the five. The boys also feel that they are unfairly treated by authorities, such as the Welfare Department and the police.

Shukri and Zainal said they were picked up one day by Welfare Department officers, who "swooped down" on them in a black police truck.

"The officers wore rubber gloves and blue vests, as though we had some disease," Zainal said.

"They hauled us into the truck with some drunks, beggars and illegal immigrants."

The two were taken to the department’s office in Jalan Air Molek, where their particulars were taken down.

"Realising that we were underage, they asked for our parents’ telephone numbers.

"Our families do not even have money for the electricity bill and they asked us for telephone numbers!" Shukri said.

When the officers asked them to wait while they made arrangements for a car to take them home, the two took the opportunity to slip away.

"At home, there is never enough food, no electricity. Only scolding.

"Here in the streets we get to do whatever we want. There is life, food, no angry parents. And we are happy," said Zainal. "
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Like my dear sista says they don't make teachers like they used to ..... I say same goes for the rest of the human race

Free Airtime

Came across this today

"In fact," (Walter) Cronkite has pointed out, "of all the major nations worldwide that profess to have democracies, only seven -- just seven -- do not offer free airtime (to all politicians campaigning)", putting the United States on a list with Ecuador, Honduras, Malaysia, Taiwan, Tanzania, and Trinidad and Tobago. Cronkite concludes that "The failure to give free airtime for our political campaigns endangers our democracy.""

Sets me thinking ... we are so sure about being the lead for a lot of things but maybe being grouped together with the US of freaking A is list list of 7 nations is not too hot a deal.

Then it sets me thinking on another angle. What if there is no airtime for anybody and the politicans would actually have to be doing work and not just seen to be doing. That'll probably put us in the list of ONE nation not giving time of the day to ANY politician. That'll be nice... they have to work for a living.

Signing of ....

Swimming Lessons

My baby girl (well actually not a baby anymore ..... going on 5 this year end) had her 1st swimming lesson last weekend at the Pusat Akuatik Darul Ehsan (PADE) conducted by the Supersharkz team. Was worried at first.

Turned out she was in her element. Did what she was supposed to and more. But the things that made me proud was .... " she's so brave!" by instructor and parents. Chest expanded for sure.

The problem always at the .... how to get her OUT of the water and go home. We were among the 1st in ... and as usual the last out.

Overall a thouroughly enjoyable experience. Highly recommended ....

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Tadika trip

My daughter went on her school trip yesterday.

Imagine this .... 66 kids aged 5-6 going on a bus trip .... Imagine us handling 2-3 kids on a shopping trip and with these tadika teachers handling average 5 kids each (5-6) on an outing. For once I realise how much most of us , your truly included have underrated the strength (and I guess love as well) that it takes to do this. Siap yang nak susu (in bottles), kain busuk nak tidor, incessant asking "bila nak sampai" .... I salute these Tadika teachers.

It was a bit strange seeing her on a bus, and going away with her friends. So used to havin her tag along with me or my wife or both of us. Seeing her going on a trip made me realise how big she's grown. Wow ... head rush. I just hope that I will be around when she needs me.
Well enuf feeling sorry for myself. Sure is good having family.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Oooh such a long time

Hi again blog.... sorry haven't been around for a long time. Been bz. It's a little bit sad since I realised that dah nearly one year I haven't written. So many things have happened .

1. I lost two friends my age this past year. One was a hero to many for his exploits, one was a hero to us for being simply who he is. I missed both of them. I've known both of these guys for 28 years... that's a lifetime for most people and double the lifetime of my eldest son. A couple of months on, even thinking about these guys makes me sad cause I never had a chance to say how much I value them. But lessons learned ... don't forget to tell people that means a lot to me how I feel once in a while. The regrets is only for the living. those that have gone before us are beyond regrets.

2. We had a reunion for our Maktab ... I gave an opening address, and since it was a bout two weeks after one of my two friends left us .... I choked. My late friend told me not to choke during speech as I tend to get emotional. huh ... sorry bud, couldn't keep that promise, cause did not take into account that I will be losing you when I made that promise.

3. The place I work went through a merger and being in IT means that I'm stuck with tons of work. On the final day, ended up sleeping on the floor for a short nap of 2 hours in between straight 48 hours. Getting to be too old for this.

4. But.... among the sweetest landmark .... my baby, my youngest daughter entered Tadika this year. It's hard to explain the feelings that you have when your youngest (who still sleeps cium ketiak Ayah) gets up, with uniform and nicely braided hair (thanks to Mum of course) and waves goodbye as she enters the school gate.

She's gonna have friends and they're not going to be just me. She's going to talk about things I don't know and may can't appreciate / understand.

But she was most excited about the swimming pool. Actually that is her MAIN reason of going to TADIKA.

Well a lot has happened that I haven't got around to write down. Will do more justice to this blog..

Cheerio