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June 21, 2015

Father’s Day

My daughter made me a cup of coffee today for Father’s Day. It tasted not as good as I would have liked it, but it was one of the best damn coffee I’ve had. Such is the power of a parent’s love.

I didn’t even know my own father when I was a kid, let alone to appreciate a day for him. Father’s Day was non existent for me until I turned adolescent. My father and my mom got separated when I was 6, and I never knew about how having a father at home felt like. My mom back then, in order not to overburden herself explaining stuff to a kid, made things simple by telling me that my dad was a bad guy and that I should stay the fuck away from him. Whenever he missed me and came visiting, my mom would ask me to hide in the room and we’d pretend nobody was home until he went away. Sure enough, I’d still get to meet him on and off, like during Chinese New Year et al, but it was never long and memories of those short meetings are somewhat blurry.

But one day when I was 11, I made an effort to meet up with my father without my mom’s knowledge – that was when she went for a week long vacation (yep, my mom would leave me tending to myself for weeks, since I was little. Had gotten used to it). I took a bus to the town, and met him up at my grandma’s house (which he was staying at). That short few days, my father and I caught up with each other, and he brought me around to eat street food (I still remember what we ate), to the cinema (it was a big deal going to cinemas back then – we watched “A Fish Called Wanda”) and we went around to meet his old friends (he didn’t have a transport because he was pissed-fuck poor, we either walked or took a trishaw). By today’s standard, it might not amount to anything significant, but for me who was brought up in a single parent environment – it was the first time I felt having another someone whom I can bond with and really talk to. (my dad was the reasonable one between my parents. He was much more cool headed and intelligent. My mom was the disciplinarian and talking to her was impossible).

We parted after that few days, and said goodbye at a filthy bus station next to Penang’s famous transvestite street (Kuantan Road, ask around). I boarded the famous green city bus the night before my mom came home, and I got teary eyed in the bus throughout the journey home. That week, was my Father’s Week, and I still remember them today. Every day in that week, was the accumulated Father’s Days I missed with my father through the years (and we didn’t know it). We kept in touch for a couple more years after that week and one night, I brought my father home to my mom. They rekindled their relationship in 1989 (that’s roughly a year after that Father’s Week), and in 1990 – they saved enough to buy a new home and we moved in there together for the first time as a complete family (with my sister, who miraculously appeared after running from home for quite a while).

That was the only period we were completely together. They got separated again in 1999. House got sold, and all of us were separated from each other. Didn’t get together until 2 years later, when I brought Emily to meet my mom and moved in to live at her rented house. Emily and I bought a house in 2002, and the 3 of us moved in together (that’s the closest semblance of a complete family ever got after 1999). I still kept in contact with my father after the 1999 break, but we never lived together again until his death (from liver cancer) in 2003. My mom lived to meet my daughter Regine, and decided to leave us in 2011 by ending her own life after a serious falling-out with her siblings.

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June 9, 2015


A few days ago, I ranted the following in my Facebook account:

MAS employees kena retrench? Big cock deal! We in engineering kena all the time. Who feels sorry for us? Man the fuck up and look for another job lah!

Idiots don’t get unemployed. Lazy people do. (look at Ahmad Maslan, he has a job…)

As long as you have the will, there’s always a way to earn a living. If anyone thinks there’s no life after losing a job, get the fuck out of your rock and visit a spastic center and let those underprivileged people there teach you a thing or two about life.

That was done in rage after I got so sick of reading shitloads of shares in Facebook about how wretched it is going to be for those MAS employees to be retrenched like that, as if they’re getting all their limbs amputated or something.

Let me reiterate, you clueless blips out there… retrenchment happens to everyone all the time! All the fucking time! Do we die?? No we fucking move on that’s what suppose to happen! Now look at some of these MAS sore losers, they even had the gall to threaten a strike if they’re not given back their former job (I presume, with the overpaid OT and shit)!

Nufam: Rehire MAS staff or we will strike
PETALING JAYA: An employees union is threatening a strike if Malaysia Airlines (MAS) does not retract the termination letters it served on 6,000 of its staff.

The National Union of Flight Attendants (Nufam) said it was giving MAS 48 hours as of Tuesday to recall its termination letters and re-hire these workers.

“If the above conditions are not met within 48 hours, employees affected will all undergo (a) tools-down campaign against the airline throughout and continuously will protest against Malaysia Airlines,” said Nufam president Ismail Nasaruddin (pic).

He said this protest would continue until “fruitful results” were met.

Nufam claims to represent some 3,500 MAS staff.

Malaysia Airlines, which is being restructured, has served termination notices to 20,000 of its staff.

However, some 6,000 of them will not be re-hired when the carrier becomes Malaysia Airlines Berhad from Sept 1.

“Down tools” is British slang which means “stop working”.

Ismail said the union wanted MAS to renegotiate the terms it sent to its staff.

He advised MAS to re-hire its employees and offer to them a voluntary separation scheme (VSS) instead of merely terminating them.

Nufam, he said, also sent a memorandum to the Human Resources Ministry demanding that the airline retract its conditions set on its staff.

The fucked up MAS management resorted to purge employees in order to cut losses and to buy itself a desperate chance to restructure its organization. Striking to get back on the job in this situation? That’s like threatening to refuse sex with your divorcing partner to get back the lost marriage (no love involved). The company wants you to leave and you’re threatening not to work?? If that isn’t retarded, then tell me what is.

These people who had been overfed their greed on a stressed-to-the-limit teat in the form of overpaid claims/overtimes, from the way I see it, are now making a final desperate bid to bilk off MAS one final time. Hello macha… duit dah habis lar. Go update your resume lar.

The problem with the company is chronic and widespread, all accumulated through the years from wanton spending and lack of budget planning. Management songlap, employees “pokmeng claim” (claim inconsiderately/ignorantly), it’s just like watching a coin miraculously rogue rolled on the ground for a distance that’s beyond believable, and now it finally flipped too late in time… so late, that people have forgotten that it shouldn’t have gotten there in the first place.

From the way I see it, better fold lar, this MAS. Start from scratch a new airline. It will be way easier than to cure a deeply-rooted diseased old tree. Give the airline a new name. MPK (Malaysia Punya Kapalterbang)… or KNN (Kapalterbang Nusa Negara)… something like that…

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