Archive for March, 2008

The Sultan and Hang Tuah

Monday, March 10th, 2008

Change is a scary thing. It may swing both ways. But there is no way of telling at the start. The alternative to change is stagnation. And that is an even scarier prospect.

In retrospect, people who affect change may be celebrated for their daringness and courage.Alternatively they may be remembered forever for their misguided bravado. But the people who remain in status quo will and forever be, well, the same- never knowing of any other way.

But one positive lesson has came out of all this. Gone are the days of hang tuahs. Gone are the days when the sultan said, ‘collect 7 big pots of mosquitoes’ livers and hang tuah would say, ‘yes sir’. We saw the birth of a generation that would answer the sultan with, ‘what for o’ my dear sultan? give me a good reason for doing that and i’ll think about it first’.

We learn that respect and trust have to be earned. Work for our cause and we will support you all the way. Deviate from it and we won’t hesitate to turn our backs.

To the new victors, please learn that lesson. You can count on us to be your judge again. 5 years isn’t a long time. Start working for our cause now.

sincerely yours,
the gadis-gadis kampung who have to cry into 7 big pots.

the first of many

Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

i was over the moon when i found it there! i guess this is why so many people decide to write books, journals, scripts and what not. the feeling you get to find it published is absolutely thrilling.

anyway this is what i am talking about http://www.thelancetstudent.com/2008/02/28/tuberculosis-in-two-countries-the-uk-and-malaysia/
it’s not that exciting though. just me lamenting/critiscizing/commenting/brooding about things-not much different from this blog. but it’s the first ‘fruit of my thought’ that got published ’somewhere’-not just this lame blog of mine, so that’s definitely something to celebrate.

and as i said, hopefully it’s the first of many. now i can start dreaming of the lancet (the real one of course). well it never hurt to dream big, ain’t it?