In Peace

Just got back from eating at TAF with the missus and a few friends, bloated although the no-rice policy is still in effect. Its been a while since i've had passable char koey teow. Sometimes the ironies of life tickles me, like talking about our distrust for the chinese in a chinese owned eatery that we love to frequent to or like one minute we might be spewing acidic comments on our tongkang-loving neighbour across the strait (not that strait, the other one) only to eat like crazy at Pecel later.

Ah, the ironies of life.

But what really made me smile was something that i read in the free paper the Missus gave me just now at TAF.

On an entirely unrelated matter i seem to miss out a lot even though i read the online news everyday, i do not understand how this could happen but i think i has to do with the appeal of reading a real paper that you can hold in your hand.

Anyways, the thing that i read about in the paper was in regard to the shortage of land in Penang. Its a not a new issue but what i found funny was that it was not land for the living that they are clamouring for, be it Muslims, Christians and others they are all running out of land for cemeteries on the Island. In successfully wrenching away Penang from the ruling coalition the PR authorities have inherited the same problem of trying to solve the shortage of cemeteries on the Island and now they are scratching themselves bald over it.

Forgive my morbid sense of humour but despite the hush-hush/taboo aura surrounding the subject i find it comforting that despite the all the changes and all the divisive differences that we harp about nowadays one thing that all Malaysians can agree about is that when we are dead, we ought to be put six feet under the earth. No excuses, and no stupid ideas like launching away the ash on a rocket for it to float around in the earth's orbit.