Fireworks in Kuching, but Not For Mawi

I will now pretend that everybody cares. Mawi won, Felix second place. And I don't care.

But the fireworks in Kuching are not for Akademi Fantasia if you are wondering. No, it is for the Kuching City Parade! In the month of August, 1988 (31st to be exact) Kuching was declared a city (bandaraya). Special meaning for everyone else as well since it's also the Independence Day (and the anniversary of Princess Diana's death, might I add.)

Speaking of anniversary, today is the 60th anniversary of the dropping of the atomic bomb on Hiroshima. We all agree that it is horrific, that it must never again happen anywhere in the world, not in our time or our children's. Debate over the decision to bomb is still raging to this day, and I announce that I am in the opposition camp.

Firstly, had Germany dropped a nuclear bomb on any Allied city it would be called a war crime, and whoever is responsible for that decision will surely be made to stand trial in Nuremberg. Secondly, while Hiroshima is militarily significant, the city targeted consists mainly of civilians. This is no difference from the Allied bombing of German cities in the days nearing the war. Their morale has already been broken and there is no justification for such acts to be done.

Thirdly, Japan is already on her knees. There is no hope anymore for Japan. But to be fair, I present to you the points that support the bombing. It is essential, essential for us to try to understand both sides' view on an issue as it signifies an open mind and reassuring that we are not bigots.

Hiroshima, never again!

Meeting My First Crush Again

A hot evening in Pasar Minggu. I was in my usual uniform: black jeans; black shirt; black cap; black, polished army boots. I just lost my parents in the sea of human beings. Thank God for the phone. Pulled it out, I thumbed Dad's number and placed it near my ear.

That's when I saw a familiar face. She saw me too.

A smile.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I said, looking like a food with the phone still clapped to my ear.

We haven't seen each other for three years. I confessed to her before. We have not spoken for five.

A heavy rain followed a few minutes later.

She is the 'Jd' in my name.

There's A New Cat In Town

There was a knock on the door. Mom answered it. Turned out to be the neighbour's mother, a widow. When her husband died, she left his cat with us.

She said that she had captured a cat that was chased by the kids in her village. I find it strange that a cat of such breed is ownerless. The reason that she came to our house is that her daughter is out when she came for a visit.

But the cat, of course. The canine is a she, and at blog time is still nameless. A domestic longhair in a village? Unimagineable.


The lock-up.


Actually, she's scared.


Cat and curiosity are inseperable.

Must find a name. Dad's suggesting a Western name this time.

Saturday Morning Blues

Wake up
early mornin'
Bells ringin'
Birds chirpin'
Cats purrin'

Don't have time for food
Gotta take care of my left foot
Haveta fix the cats' barn
They shit all over, man

Job's done
Begin, the fun!

August 6

Is 60th anniversary of Hiroshima; also Peter Tan's birthday.