fish rots from the head down (Pt. 3)

The education system in our country under Anwar and his Madani (whatever crap that means) government, needs to be urgently addressed. The attachments below were from my daughter's school and my concern is why are primary school children being coerced in promoting one politician's personal agenda to remain relevant? And when our economy is hitting rock bottom while Anwar is the new Nero.

Here is the letter I wrote to my daughter's school headmistress, pleading her to exempt my daughter from participating in this political and religious activity of a known egomaniac politician. 

For God's sake my kid is ONLY 12 years old! Don't use my daughter for your political survival, Anwar!

And a bonus video clip of what went down in one school today. Teachers seem to be in a state of euphoria playing "warriors" with scarfs and flags and sloganeering for a country that's not our concern, instead of teaching little children morals and life lessons about respect and love. 

I know it's been a long while since I took to blogging because I've been fairly active on other social media platforms like X (formerly known as Twitter) and Facebook. I apologise. 

In case you're wondering why this post is titled as Pt.3, here's the earlier parts of:  

"fish rots from the head down''  (pt.1) in September 2008 and 

"fish rots from the head down" (pt.2) in June 2011

 
 

Sam Haris. This is not a eulogy.

 

                                                          

   This is my favourite photo.

UPDATE: Just realised  my last post is exactly 1 year ago today!

This post was started on the 22nd June 2022 and I've been adding photos to build up a good story but I just can't seem to further the story each time and so it goes into abeyance again. He is Haris to some, Sam to others or even Singaram to a few. Few may know but I have actually seen his full name written and plastered right across his identity card that ends at the back with Ibrahim or something. But he is a brother to me. We met for teh-tarik near my condo and talked for about an hour or so about many things including the excruciating pain in his back and how he was coping with pain-killers and all. My family joined us for a bit and then he took his leave. 

4th July 2022

It was about this time Haris told me of his health condition casually like he was announcing another Spurs win. It didn't sink in at first and then it hit me like a ton of brick. Here was my brother who tells me his days are numbered and he's been undergoing massive treatment and losing weight and looking frail. Will stop here to add more photos.

1st May 2023

Its close to a year now since that news of his condition and I don't get to see him as much as I'd love to.

I've been gathering photos of my run-in with Haris over the years together at by-elections and drinking sessions and what you see here are randomly arranged photos and not in any timeline sequence. There are also photos of some people who have been close and I thought it befitting to be added in this post too. And the quality of some photos are grainy and blur (what did you expect from cheap camera phones of yesterday?) 

And to Haris if you are reading this, it is certainly my honour to be of acquaintance with you brother. 

All these years you fought tirelessly for the little man and you are the reason we have a change of government since 2018 and if PH screws it up royally again, its not your fault but their own fucking arrogance and ignorance for not listening to the voices of the rakyat on the ground. 

Each photo must be viewed with a smile and a happy memory of what happened during that time. From candle-light vigils to protest walks to by-elections and social gatherings and sharing personal stories and many more, it was all good. 

Today being Labour Day, I think its also befitting to publish this post for all that you have struggled with all these years. Thank you Haris.

Cheers and peace to you bro.

 

Striking a pose of a gun-slinger as Bernard's counsel.

Sometime in March 2023, I had breakfast with him in Jaipur in TTDI.

Jaya and Ismail Boom in attendance on Bernard's release.

As recently as March 2023

Talking to reporters outside the police station after Bernard's release.

Just from another angle...

In Bernard's den plotting the next move.

Well it has a date here. At the Mahasiswa sit-in at Dataran Merdeka.

Estrelita or Lita at the Blog-house after a SABM gathering. 

 

At KL High Court for another of Haris' case. Pictured here with him are his 2 biological older brothers and Arthur.

Read the info.

Rare photo of him actually listening. 

Listening to another fishy joke of Bernard's at my condo balcony during one of those drinkie nights.

At one of the Bersih walks. Can't remember which one as we have walked in all. 

Making a toast to the newly married couple at the NPC.

The brief  "window" opening during the Covid19 pandemic.

Rogue's Gallery at the NPC.

On the night of Bernard's passing we raised our glasses in his name at Backyard fulfilling Bernard's wish. 

At the Saints with some drinking buddies. 

(l-r: Agustin Gan, Ismail Boom, YB Ronnie Liu, Arthur Toh, Haris himself, yours truly, William Arul, Kashvinder Singh and Francis Yew.

After another successful court case.

The wedding of the year party at the NPC for yours truly.

With a fan at the Bloghouse during the launch of SABM.

Breakfast in Kampung Baru after one of the earlier protest walks. Don't ask me which one. Can't remember.

This I remember is sometime in mid 2000s. The time Jeff Ooi was inducted into DAP politics and after a small makan.

(l-r: Nuraina Samad, yours truly, Haris, Jeff Ooi and Rocky) 

At the Saints with publican Jerry Chong.

Yet another Bersih walk I think with Jason T. Ahhh....how I miss those smoking days.

About a year ago below my condo.

Arthur and Haris having lunch recently. 

 

Ashok Kandiah and his lovely family too are close to Haris.

This is the Special Bunch. 

Another very recent photo of Haris.