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Where did respect go? Where is it on the roads, at schools and at the workplace? Have Malaysians forgot to respect others? This topic had been bugging me for days due to a shocking spectacle of young people at Mid Valley who had not a care in the world... They just pushed their way through a crowd of ladies and children. Was it impatience or was it just a case of bad upbringing? Whatever it was, it got me thinking about how people have changed over the years. I reflected about family, friends and colleagues. "No one is perfect," I thought to myself. But I also wondered if this was caused by the onset of social media. It seems (and likely so), everyone is in a hurry to be the first with the news, with trends, the latest fashion craze. The word TRENDING is the king of alphabets now among trillions. This prompts my question: "Are people living with habits cultivated by virtual reality?" A "friend" who does not even care if I have enough

And, stop being submissive 'YES MEN' If you were in the middle class group, you are likely now poorer than ever before. Some may ask why, but the writing is on the wall... The current economic crisis, or recession, is caused by obvious factors. A lack of accountability has befallen Malaysia. No one asks questions anymore. People just keep quiet out of fear or a lackadaisical manner. Oh how have we arrived to this present and sorry state of affairs? Or, is it just the usual "tidak apa" attitude? Maybe people are just greedy, trying to pay for a lifestyle that they can't afford. This "can't save money anymore" scenario is likely caused by the implementation of the GST. A dear Malay friend called this morning to express her frustration about the general population that does not seem to care anymore... She lamented how political bigots misconstrue religion and play the race card. I advised her that it is best to just take a deep b

Rain dance - Part One Sitting alone at a roadside stall selling pork noodles, Imelda could not believe that it had been years since she went to the beach. The howling winds and mists of spray from the rain had jogged her memory. The beach was her place for solitude. It fed Imelda's soul. The times she ran freely on the beach, when she was not shackled by a mobile phone, the weekends when she was young, sexy and beautiful. The wonderful moments of her young life in love with Ray. How good it was to be young. Being widowed now, those memories only brought heartache. Suddenly, a hand touched her shoulder... - To be continued