• It’s fucking sad to be old in Malaysia

    As the title of this blog says, it is. I was walking in city centre today, heading to a bank before meeting client and colleague for the meeting.  Many parts of the walk ways in city centre are seriously not senior citizen friendly, at all. For examples:- The heights of the pavement from the roads, require most with really strong knees to ‘climb’ over.  You generally can not step on, or off, because you need really strong knees to do so. Some parts with the slope to help the older folks to come down, instead of using the stairs, since they are not so friendly to their knees, are above…

  • Thinking about being old, being boring

    The mind is working at its best when one is thinking about many things. I spent a lot time sleeping, thinking and watching the local TV stations while I was in the isolation ward for 6 nights.  Well, other than speaking to God, praying, nothing much to do, of course, the most exciting time being having the cafe personnel delivering my meal, that was the best news of the day, although the hospital food sucks. When I am back at home, I spent some time catching up with my mother, she is here as my brother and my sister in law are away to the country in the north for…

  • Being (told) Old

    Used to think how my parents, former colleagues, bosses etc would think about getting older. I have never felt old, in fact. But I have been told I am old, rather my thinking has been older, old fashion.  This hits me, hits me real hard.