Mercy Malaysia's Palestine Relief Fund

A compassionate blogger friend has put up a post, appealing for donations to help the Palestinians in their greatest hours of need. She writes:

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Whenever time permits, I volunteer at Mercy Malaysia Corporate Communication department, helping Sharmini writes a line or two about their relief activities. I believe in the purity of their heart to help this world free from war and disaster.

If your heart bleeds for the atrocities bestowed on Gaza by the Israelis, do lend them a hand. Let us part with whatever we can afford to help Palestinians in their time of grief.

Mercy Malaysia has, on 30th December 2008, formed an Emergency Response Assessment Team to face the humanitarian crisis in Gaza strip. The team has been promptly dispatched to Egypt led by President, Datuk Dr. Jemilah Mahmood and Exco Member Norazam Ab. Samah.
The air strike and ground offensive on Gaza - as reported by AlJazeera - have killed more than 700 Palestinians, 219 of which are children. More than 3000 have been wounded.

Therefore, Mercy Malaysia appeals to generous Malaysians to send it cash donations. Contributions will support Mercy Malaysia to procure emergency surgical kits, medicines and hospital equipments to help the hospitals in Gaza.

- Cheque is to be made payable to “MERCY MALAYSIA” and addressed to Mercy Malaysia, Level 2, Podium Block, City Point, Kompleks Dayabumi, Jalan Sultan Hishamuddin, 50050 Kuala Lumpur.
- Cash donations can be made via on-line transmission or deposit at CIMB Bank Account No: 1424-000-6561053.
- Donation form can be downloaded from here.

Further enquiries are to be directed to +603-22733999 or info@mercy.org.my
Let us make a difference by whatever little we have. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you for your generosity.

Written by elviza
Thursday, January 8, 2009

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Again, thank you dear readers for doing the needful.

To the West Side Story

The East Coast between Kota Bharu and Cherating is Malaysia at its most Malay; charming, gentle, generous and always down to earth. From Cherating we drove westward to Kuantan and then Bukit Tinggi (or Berjaya Hills). One of the latest attractions in Bukit Tinggi is the Berjaya Hills Resort, which is styled after the 18th century Colmar Village and a medieval castle in France. We arrived slightly after 2pm. The temperature was hardly cold, despite the resort being 800 metres above sea level.

We ate enormously for breakfast at Mak Cik Dah’s stall in Cherating, and had no inclination to munch lunch just yet. We strolled leisurely along the cobblestone courtyard of the Colmar Square which was bereft of visitors, and watched the 3pm showtime, featuring Malay-looking girls and boys dancing to fast tempo Pop Latino music. Truly a rojak Malaysian ambience: Middle East tourists in abaya watching nubile Malaysians strutting energetically to Iberian rhythms amidst a Western European setting. Due to time constraint, we decided not to take the tram that ferries visitors to the other places of attraction such as the Japanese Village and the Rabbit Park.

We arrived in KL at about 6pm without making prior hotel reservations. Tune Hotel and other hotels in the Golden Triangle were fully booked until the mid week. Fortunately a few snazzy budget hotels in the revitalised Changkat Bukit Bintang/Tengkat Tong Shin area had a few rooms available. We crashed in one of the pre-war shophouses that have been splendidly converted into contemporary, minimalist and sunny lodgings, a walking distance from the effervescent Jalan Alor.

While Papa went out to work that weekend, we followed Mama shopping in Bukit Bintang and Jalan Masjid India. On Sunday, after Papa finished his work, we had dinner at Coliseum Café - a legendary and enduring institution. This almost 90-year old magnificent café still retains its old world charm and is not showing signs of crumbling. The sturdy exterior is characterized by the swinging door and glass panel on each side embossed with letterings similar to that found at any cowboy saloons. The interior is divided into two equal-size areas; one for dining and the other the lounge bar. The décor is retro chic with burgundy lounge chairs and hat hanger for colonial planters to hang their pith helmets and gun belts, but now barely utilised.

Apart from being a popular haunt for planters to enjoy their time for a Tiger while exchanging horror stories on the terror unleashed by the communists, famous authors in the likes of Maugham and Burgess are said to have set foot here. Nowadays, Coliseum Café continues to sizzle new and regular customers with its signature gastronomic delights; classic local dish like the Hainanese seafood fried rice or western cuisine of steak, served by splendidly eccentric geriatric waiters. While my family was enjoying their dinner, I played with the carlsberg coasters in the adjoining bar and attempted to make them stand like a pyramid. Papa only looked for me when he heard me cried … I was bothered by the sound of miaw miaw coming from the lounge bar although the cats were invisible to us.

After dinner we stopped by at Wan Cu’s house in Cheras Jaya for a few cups of Kopi 434. An hour before midnight, Papa drove us back to Kubang Pasu. At Sungai Buluh, Papa handed over the steering to Mama, who drove non-stop to Gurun. Then Mama woke Papa up for him to continue the last leg of the 1-hour drive from Gurun to Kubang Pasu. Before resuming his driving, Papa asked Mama for the large flask containing Kopi 434 which Wan Cu has prepared to keep them awake while driving. Mama told him she had drank it all. We arrived home at about 6am. Papa took a short nap and left home at 8am for a meeting in Auto City, Prai, scheduled at 10am.