The Bald Sensei

September 30, 2014

Me, You, Us

He was sixteen when he first saw her. Sixteen and bored and his mother had him attend a “summer” camp. Strange for a camp to be called a “summer” camp in Malaysia, which had just a monsoon and a dry season. Yet, “summer” camp it was, a collection of sixteen year olds sent to a out-doors camp in the quiet town of Sematan, with beaches to the front and a mountain to the rear. It was not a romantic getaway. He barely remembered the camp, except for that one day when he dropped a frog into the girls sleeping quarters, …continue reading

Me, You, Us

He was sixteen when he first saw her. Sixteen and bored and his mother had him attend a “summer” camp. Strange for a camp to be called a “summer” camp in Malaysia, which had just a monsoon and a dry season. Yet, “summer” camp it was, a collection of sixteen year olds sent to a out-doors camp in the quiet town of Sematan, with beaches to the front and a mountain to the rear. It was not a romantic getaway. He barely remembered the camp, except for that one day when he dropped a frog into the girls sleeping quarters, …continue reading

Speaking Up

There is this thing in Malaysia, that when one speaks up it is considered rude and disrespectful. Scorn is poured onto the poor soul and one would learn that rather than say what needs to be said, you say what wants to be heard. This does not merely affect lone individuals but is also a mass infliction. Malaysia is moulded to be followers yet when travesties are inherent, the out-spoken are crucified and thrown to the wolves. So when our politicians get off with public money, we remain silent. When taxes are raised and squandered by the ruling elite, we …continue reading

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