Stories from a Penang guy

A river in Batu Maung, Penang

It's a river in Batu Maung, partial of it is parallel to the runway of Penang International Airport.

The color of the water is like Kopi-O Kao (thick black coffee), really terrifying !! Imagine if the water flown into the sea, and our fishes think it's really kopi-o kao from Small Town Cafe, then fishermen catch these fishes, then the dishes on our dining table could have extra ingredient, i.e. Kopi-O Kao fillet.

The water is flowing right at the back of people's backyard.

Not sure whether our beef is also filled with coffee aroma ??

Penang Bridge & Busan Bridge

Penang Bridge, Malaysia

A bridge in Busan, South Korea

A swift curve towards the bridge

Are these two bridges sharing some similarities ? Hahaa ... it's up to you to judge ..

Shenzhou-7

http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2008-09/28/content_10129376_4.htm

Aidilfitri

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, maaf zahir dan batin.

RPK from Kamunting cell

GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH
By Raja Petra Kamarudin

I was perturbed when I read YB Teresa Kok’s statement that the food under ISA detention is equivalent or slightly better than dog food. It costs RM8 to feed a dog, according to the Malay Mail survey and only RM4.50 to feed on ISA detainees.

I feed my cats and fish premium food such as science diet and would never dream of feeding my pets the food that we are fed here. I actually stopped eating the food here after the first couple of days because it gave me diarrhea.

A couple of nights ago I vomited after eating the food and now I cannot even stand the sight or smell of the trays that they send to our cell twice a day.

I now survive on dates and plain water and I suppose if that is good enough for camels to survive in the Arabian Desert, it should be good enough for me.

I was told camels have a healthy sex drive and I would like to believe it because of the date that is my staple food. Of cause, there is no way I can test this theory until I come safely out of this place.

Actually, food is the least of my worries at this point of time. I am presently in three months solitary confinement and the only pussy I get to see is this mangy cat that somehow has found its way into my cellblock to sleep outside my locked door.

It has not rained since I arrived here a week ago and I was told Kamunting has not seen any rain for the last few weeks.

The heat in the cell is unbearable and the air is very stuffy.

The uncomfortable environment does help to put your mind off your growling stomach.
I am what they call under orientation. This three months’ orientation I suppose is to get me used to the 2 years I am going to spend here.

One of my favorite classics that I used to read in Standard 1 is the Tale of Two Cities, which is about the French Revolution. I can now better appreciate the battle cry “give me liberty or give me death”. They say you appreciate something only after it has been taken away from you. Today, my liberty is at the top of my priority list. But I know it shall not come soon and it shall not come easy and it shall only come if there is a change of government and if the new government fulfills its promise to abolish the ISA.