Clean Up And Waste Not

Hi everyone

It is now in the news . Health alert. The zika virus has reached our shore. We already have aedes mosquitoes in our country so the more we should be wary. Prevention is the the answer since zika has no cure. The authorities has warned that we should clean and clear up leaving no place for the mosquito to breed.

Manage your waste!

Rubbish strewn by monkeys and stray dogs and cats and water collected among the garbage is quite a common sight in the neighbourhood despite the regular garbage collection by the authorities. Especially the wild monkeys when they go on a rampage not only they overturn the garbage bins but they also destroy whatever is in their path leaving trails of waste.

So much garbage and waste. Every where.

We humans are the biggest generator of rubbish. But we can't help it. Whatever we need or whatever we consume there must be residue or refuse. For example when we need something we buy it and it comes in a package. We take the item we throw away the box. When we eat fruits we throw away the peels and the seeds.

Take some throw some

Sometimes the item is small compared to the things to be thrown away. Don't know how long these unwanted things take to disintegrate. Some like plastics will take a thousand years.

Consider how much rubbish we make during the fruit season . . .so little of the edible part compared to parts that are to be discarded.

The rambutans and dukong nice to eat but there are so much skin and seeds. Though biodegradable it takes time to breakdown and if not properly disposed it can collect water and becomes good ground for the mosquitoes.

Of course not on the table

And the cempedak. We only can have some flesh the rest have to be discarded.

Not much isi but a lot uneatable part

And worse of all it is this. But we all love this fruit. We don't care the spikes. We struggle to prise open the tough housing to get to the inside. Its so little but never mind. We want that beautiful delicious flesh inside. Then throw away the rest.

Take just a little 

Worthless and unwanted

Is it any wonder why we have so much garbage?

Fruit in season

A happy time for them

Bird not interested

Always for fresh, clean and safe enviroment . . .


Bye now . . .

In Memory of H

Yesterday there was a sad news from the north. A friend, H has passed.

H . . .she passed . . . she had TB and it led to septicemia was the message  So brief. Quite a shock.

How she could get exposed. Was she not treated before it became so bad. In modern times like this. A disease that is treatable. Was she not aware. Why had it gone into complication. Oh so many questions whirling in my head.

And she was a medical staff all her working life before retirement.

Probably she was exposed to the bacteria earlier and was ok then since she was young and strong and her immune system could contain the disease. And when she grew old and weak the thing overwhelmed her system. I don't know. I really feel sorry for her.

I remember those days. She was quite close to me not only we studied together we also stayed together. We were house mates during the earlier part of our training. We shared things and stories and we gave moral support to each other for times were hard what with the meagre allowances we were paid. We were then young and inexperienced and just out from the our kampungs.

There was one time when we were on the verge of hunger. Not just ordinary hunger if I say famine that might be extreme. There was a flood. For a few days we could not get food and if there ever was they were so expensive. No bread no biscuit nothing. The rice container was empty except for some grains lining the bottom.

H  scrapped the bottom and cooked what little rice we had. And without me knowing  she had been keeping things for emergency! When she opened the package I was so relieved. At least there was something for us to eat. It was dried mushroom. Oh not the type you get in the supermarket nowadays. The mushroom was from the kampung small flat thin ones and still had rotten wood/bark stuck to them.

And we were to eat that mushrooms with the rice. Wait. She got it cleaned? I don't really remember . How she got it fried? Ah yes we scraped from the bottom of the margarine can.

Lucky our stove still had karosene. Yes we used karosene stove at that time. The landlady provided only that kind of stove. Circa 1971. A long time ago.

We ate hungrily. The meal we had that day was the best. The one to be remembered. Whenever I see the cendawan kukur in the market I remember my friend H.

And now she is no more here.

May Allah bless her soul.

Take care . . .

Bye . . .