I Don't Care

I REMEMBER several years ago, before moving to my current Medan Damansara home, I was caught in a “war” of sorts between neighbours.

It all started when one of them picked up an interest in playing electric guitar, and started practising and showcasing the skills he learned from his music classes at home.

PUTRAJAYA is “a bit” concerned that we don’t like science. How funny.

Seriously, how many of us really enjoyed science subjects at school?

I READ with disbelief and concern a report in a local daily yesterday that some students chosen for National Service training last year were found to be illiterate.

For those who missed it, The New Straits Times, in one of its cover stories. revealed more than 1,000 out of 11,000 students chosen to undergo the training from last year’s third batch could not read, write and count.

I AM following with great amusement the on-going brouhaha surrounding PAS deputy president Mohamad Sabu's alleged communist remarks in his reference to the 1950 Bukit Kepong tragedy.

The politician, amidst raging criticisms from many quarters, denied he glorified communist insurgents, labelling them as heroes, who in their attack on the police station killed 25 police personnel and their families.

Mohamad Sabu, who received the backings from some Pakatan Rakyat leaders and non-governmental organisations, claimed he was misunderstood.

LAST week, we hosted a special guest, a young mother who had given birth to a healthy baby girl three days earlier, at our house.

She was special because she needed temporary shelter and proper attention and care to swiftly recover before heading for her kampung to ask for forgiveness. She was also special because she was resolute that her baby deserved a better environment to grow and live – a sacrifice that only few can understand. She gave her baby, born out of wedlock, away to a very happy couple.