IT has been a week of days. We had Mothers Day last Sunday, followed by Wesak Day, Nurses Day and Teachers Day. All were celebrated – some with love and others with respect and compassion.

With Johor Darul Ta'zim sweeping all before it, the Malaysian Super League looks doomed to be a one-horse race with most other clubs running out of steam and, more importantly, money.

EVERY time national footballer Faisal Halim scores a goal for Harimau Malaya, you can expect him to clutch his chest, pull up his shirt and kiss the national crest there.

I WAS at a Ramadan bazaar in Petaling Jaya last week. It was late – I prefer to let the Muslims buy first – but there was still plenty of food.

In a world where women are discriminated against, one man sets an example.

LET me first make a confession. I am a bit of a recalcitrant. I suffered a retinal detachment and underwent an operation a couple of weeks ago. And despite the sage advice of the doctor, I still decided to go to Penang for Thaipusam.

There’s something special about Chinese New Year. Unlike most other major festivals in the country, it is one that transcends religion.

As we enter the new year, an old scourge – corruption – seems to be hogging the news. Corruption in any form cannot be condoned, especially when it can cost lives.

THE new year is almost upon us, and it’s a welcome new year. After all, the one that is just ending gave us little reason to celebrate.

THERE’S this strange place in India where thousands go every day – the Karni Mata temple in Rajasthan. It’s a temple dedicated to, of all things, rats.

AS a kid, one of my favourite series on television was Fantasy Island. The little guy, Tattoo, would shout, “The plane, the plane!” as the aircraft carrying visitors comes in to land on the island.

TODAY, Nov 16, has long been a special one for me. It’s the day my brother died.