Doing A Mahathir, An Abdullah And A Ling Liong Sik Too.

Doing a Mahathir, an Abdullah and a Ling Liong Sik too.

I spent a great deal of the last seven days revisiting this blog like a restless soul wandering aimlessly in a familiar realm it has just departed from.

Maybe I am just too bored running my hamster wheel that’s life but the truth is, I am not. I have far too many events unfolding in my life every day in order to be bored. A patient bleeding from a slash wound in the neck can’t be boring, can it? Neither can that chap from Tuaran with severe facial injuries whose head is more swollen than an overinflated rugby ball. Life is interesting as it is with sleepless busy nights and unpredictable wake-up calls.

Perhaps I am just yet another desperate attention seeker longing for compliments, praises and words of adoration. This isn’t likely either because I seem to receive a lot of unwanted attention – attention as unwanted as the Malaysian citizen that I am and have turned out to be. My head of department spoke to me yesterday. Apparently he too reads this web log after being alerted about it by the other heads of departments. The Ministry of Health is supposedly monitoring the contents of this web log regularly and is more than determined to nab the author in view of the non-subservient nature of the articles. Our brief little chat shall remain confidential but suffice to say, the Ministry of Health is sorely mistaken if it thinks that all heads of departments are blind fools kow-towing humbly to weak leadership.

I do not have too much time on my hands either. I never seem to have enough minutes in a day. I am seemingly always rushing to and fro and back and beyond. Managing a web log is really an activity I can ill-afford at this juncture in life. Essentially though, it’s really a question of will and interest. It took me three days to complete “Doctors Prescribe, Pharmacists Dispense, Patients Suffer” and three weeks to pay my RM 12 water bill. The ageless adage ‘when there’s a will, there’s a way’ holds much wisdom. It can be extrapolated beyond my struggle between the duties of a government doctor and a blogger with an exaggerated sense of self-importance. For example, with adequate political will, the Malaysian Ministry of Health can transform Malaysian healthcare for the better. Instead, they are obsessed with clamping down on a non-submissive blog read by fewer than 300 people per day.

I guess I am just another loud mouth that refuses to be silenced by an authoritarian regime. I was brought up by a mother who advocated courage and resilience in the face of adversities. I guess childhood traits and lessons learnt while growing up do not fade away that easily. Someone has to expose the racist policies in education and healthcare profession. Someone needs to tell the stories of impoverished and forgotten Sabahans and the tangible consequences of Project IC/Project Mahathir. Someone has to be around to deny those corrupted, coward politicians a seamless night sleep. Someone’s gonna do it but it’s not going to be Guiness Stout’s Adam King, Joseph Pairin Kitingan or Liow Tong Lai.

It’s decided then. I am doing a Mahathir, an Abdullah and a Ling Liong Sik too. If Mahathir was allowed to un-resign after tearfully announcing his resignation on national television back in 2002, I too accord myself such a privilege. If Abdullah Ahmad Badawi can get away with blantant lies after lies with black and white press evidence, I too shall cite changing circumstances as the reason for my flip-flop decisions. I am not an MCA fan, but the former head honcho who is currently the Tun Ling Liong Sik feigns resignations and withdrawals the best among all Malaysians.

I am officially retracting my ‘Farewell and Goodbye” and bidding you all Hello and Good Morning.

Let’s kick some asses together.