By Pak Bui
“Once I was working overnight, as a junior doctor,” a friend told me, “when I was called to see a man in his 70s. He was at death’s door. He had a bleeding aneurysm in his abdomen.”
“What’s a bloody aneurysm?” I asked, patiently.
“It’s a swelling in the biggest blood vessel in the body. It’s usually caused by high blood pressure. The vessel had started to leak. The old man was already unconscious. I was asked to break the bad news to his wife,” the doctor explained.
The doctor and I were sitting in a cement car park outside a coffee shop, at dusk. The traders were laying out their plastic furniture. Smoke from barbecue stalls rose in the air. It was a peaceful time of day, in between the hectic daytime bustle and the alcohol-fuelled nocturnal clatter. (more…)





In a malaysiakini story headlined “Stop politicising Teoh’s death”, Nasri the de facto Law Minister accused Lim Kit Siang of trying to turn the MACC issue into a racial issue.
Last Sunday, I sat down with Eddie Ng and some friends at my Cheras neighbourhood coffee shop. Eddie is a local DAP official and a newly appointed Councillor to represent residents in our area in the city council.
Today I was going to write about religion. Yes, I was going to play with fire, I hoped in the form of a modest candle of illumination rather than of high explosive and white phosphorus. My practice is to conceive a topic, then muse on it until I am ready for the arduous work of sitting in one place and arranging what my mind has discovered in prose that can be sent out into the world. For me, the unconscious mind does most of the work of thinking.






























