mercredi, janvier 11

Boys will be boys

GEORGETOWN: Pertubuhan Seni Silat Lincah Malaysia (PSSLM) meminta pihak berkuasa Malaysia menangkap lelaki keturunan Lubnan, Elie Youssef Najem yang mencetuskan kontroversi selepas hasratnya menderma RM1.03 bilion diragui pelbagai pihak.

Mahaguru dan Pengasas PSSLM, Datuk Omardin Mauju, berkata polis perlu tegas mengendalikan isu berkenaan dan menangkapnya dan diserahkan kepada Interpol yang sedang mencarinya.

Beliau juga berkata, Malaysia mempunyai hospital dan kelengkapan untuk merawat pelbagai penyakit dan tidak memerlukan sumbangan orang luar untuk mendirikan kemudahan serta prasarana kesihatan.

"Kita tidak perlu memberi ruang kepada dia (Elie) untuk bercakap. Siapa dia dan berani membuat kenyataan yang menjejaskan nama baik Malaysia termasuk akhbar New Straits Times," katanya.

Beliau juga bimbang jika ada muslihat warga Lubnan beragama Kristian itu berkahwin dengan wanita Islam Malaysia.

"Perbuatan dia memalukan dan menjatuhkan nama baik Perdana Menteri, Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi dan Timbalannya, Datuk Seri Najib Razak," katanya ketika mengulas kontroversi itu. -berita harian

Why are they defending the New Straits Times? And why does this article appears only in Berita Harian and not in Utusan?


I miss my little brother a lot. I feel wrong to not be there seeing him grow up. I mean, when I was in Jasin, I only saw him for a weekend every month. And after my SPM I flew to France just after 6 months at home. I don't want him to grow up without me, just like I grew up without my brothers (if any of you two, or even mom or dad, is reading this, I am NOT blaming it on anyone Ok? It's just one of the regrets of life that I have, that I have come to understand as I am now mature enough to do so).

When my mom told me that she was pregnant, I was like, what? How can this be? I will no longer be the last child, pampered and spoiled, and getting compliments such as "eee cute nye budak ni". I thought I wouldn't be able to get along with my new brother. But when he was born it was different.

I still remember that morning when my dad came back from the hospital, saying that he was born. I was happy and worried at the same time. I was 9. That morning I skipped Sekolah Agama to visit both my mom and my new brother at SJMC, the same place where I was born. When I first saw him, I said to myself, oh no, not him. But when I held him for the first time, it was like, hey, you're not that bad are you? You look just like me when I was a baby.

From that day on, I fed him (bottle feed of course), I bath him, and I even changed his diapers as well. Well not everyday, but it happened sometimes, more often than not. I think I have learnt my basic fatherhood skills by taking care of him. I love to make him laugh. As well as making him cry. He calls me a name that is unique to him. I carried him until he was 7, when I thought he's not a little kid anymore, that needs to be carried around. I always hug him in a way that only I can hug him.

Oh I miss him a lot.

Home is just 6483 miles away, but sometimes it seems much further.


He's here on the left with my second brother. Can you guess which one is me in the next pic?



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