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When we gather in a group it’s “Illegal Gathering!”

Maybe you can hold a candle, wearing a “No ISA” T-shirt and stand at the street corner by yourself. Hopefully that’s legal!

When we cycle in a group it’s “Illegal Cycling!”

You can deliver newspapers or junk mails on a bicycle. I hope that’s legal too!

Now, we pray in a group it’s “Illegal Praying!”

I guess you can hide in the closet and pray by yourself. Is that legal? At least that is Biblical!

Now we are even prohibited to pray for those who are under detention! YOU PRAY, YOU PAY! What’s next?

Read Haris Ibrahim’s   “Can our brothers and sisters pray in peace, please!”

WARNING!!! Please do not cycle in a group. It’s called “Illegal Cycling!” You can be arrested!

This is the only country in the world where cycling in groups are considered “illegal” and you could be charged for obstructing police in the line of duty - whatever that means! You could also be considered a threat to National Security.

Full story here:

44 Jerit cyclists being taken to KK police station - Anil Netto

10 Jerit activists held, including MP - MalaysiaKini

Today I decided to have my favorite Char Koay Teow at Jalan Bawasah for brunch. Man, that place was packed with holiday makers from the mainland. So there I was waiting for my koay teow when suddenly this thing called “worry” crept into my mind. I started to worry whether I did lock my car or not as I have left my notebook in the booth. What happens if someone saw me leaving my notebook in the car booth? What if I forgot to lock the car? Should I walk back and make sure the car is locked and maybe carry my notebook with me to the coffee shop? Worry, worry, worry!!!

But as I was thinking about all those unnecessary “worries,” my char koay teow arrived. Now, with the char koay teow right in front of me, I guess I have to leave my worries behind for a little while.

While scoffing down my koay teow, I looked around me and wonder, what is on the mind of the people here? What are their worries?

The man with his family over there. Does he have a worry? Is he worrying about his home mortgage? Or his car installments? The man next to his table. Is he worried that he has not hit his sale’s quota for the month?  And the lady behind him. Is she worrying about her teenage daughter who has been coming home late every night with alcohol in her breath? And that group of ladies over there. Is one of them worried that her son might be involved with drugs? He has been acting strangely lately and losing weight? And the friends that he hangs out with are of questionable character? Read the rest of this entry »

A couple of days ago I had my hair cut. When I was young we used to call them barber. Then later on we call them hairdressers - when the unisex trend started. Not too long ago we called them hair-stylists. I think now they are called ‘hair designers.’ And hair concept, whatever that means.

Anyway, while having my hair done, I told my ‘hair man’ who so happened is my childhood friend, that the Indian barber shop near where I lived is giving free hair-cut to the disabled people (OKU) I said he should do the same for the community. At this point he said, “Let me tell you a Barber Story.”

One day in New York,  a florist went to the barber to get his hair cut. After it’s done, he asked the barber how much. The barber said, It’s free! He is doing it as part of his community work.

The next day a bouquet of 12 roses was sent to his shop from the florist as a way of appreciating him.

Next a policeman went and have his hair cut. And the same thing happened. The barber said it’s free.

The next day, 12 donuts were delivered to the barber from the policeman with a thank you card.

Then a Malaysian went in to get his hair cut. And the barber did the same. No charge! Part of his community service.

Guess what?

Yes, the following day 12 more Malaysians waited in line to get their hair cut!!!

Hehe!!!

 What else can I say about Uncle Lim. He is beyond description. He speaks for truth and justice with no fear or favor. Let this poster speaks of him. The Brave One!

Inspired from Anil Netto’s post: High Crime Rates? Nah, Just Change Your Perception…