August 30, 2007
Here’s a good reason. We have such nice MONKEYS in Parliament, don’t we?
August 21, 2007
Pengecut meant shrunken testicles. I always thought they meant coward. In any case though, I doubt these people have the balls to answer this blogger’s challenge this close to the elections. I doubt they’ll even take him up on the offer, but we can certainly expect more mud-slinging from them. The Government, I mean.
Ok, who’s got the popcorn?
Edit: Dewan Bahasa has two translations:
pengecut orang yg kecut hati; penakut: A fraidy cat!
pengecut penakut: someone you CAN’T depend on.
August 14, 2007
For a change of blog focus, this is a plea to the Traditional Paper Media: STOP COVERING POLITICIANS ALREADY WILL YOU?
Instead of covering the issue of the boy who was brave enough to sing about Malaysia and her unflattering parts, PLEASE COVER THE BLOODY CASE OF THE DOCTOR WHO HAD NO BRAINS AND NEARLY AMPUTATED A NEWBORN’S ARMS! That’s more important than a bunch of politicians trying to outdo each other in being the most “correct” and “patriotic.”
Then again, this media is controlled by the ruling parties. Looks like they’ve misplaced their sense of priorities.
August 6, 2007
To be happy about:
Checked voter status on the Suruhanjaya Pilihanraya website (literally the Elections Commissioner) and yes, I am registered as a voter. WOOT!
As the general elections are due to be held at the end of the year or early next year, please register yourself as a voter NOW if you’re eligible. It takes about 4 months for the electoral roll to be updated with your details, and you should be able to make the deadline before the General Elections. And don’t say that your vote doesn’t make a lot of difference. If you don’t vote, you don’t have the right to complain about the government you get.
AKA I wish to see a bigger opposition next round, along with a massive clean-up in the govt.
When Abdullah Badawi came to power 4 years ago, his team made many felt disappointed, as a lot of it were carry-overs from Mahathir. I said aloud to most people that I, for one, would give him a chance. Abdullah needs to get used to running the government before he could start making changes, especially in getting rid of certain politicians (the one who uses Rain as an excuse for cracks on the MRR2 come to mind).
I’m hoping that Abdullah springs a surprise and kicks out all the deadwood. Change the ministers. Orders a proper cleanup of the Houses, and a general audit on EVERYONE in Parliament, then moving down to the civil servants. This may take quite some time, but I believe it will be worth it. MPs and the Wakil Rakyats especially must take this audit before the General Elections (if it is possible, if not then do it after the GE).
Abdullah has the harder task compared to Mahathir. He’s got to build up the HUMAN capital, while Mahathir’s was simply to build the structures. Changing people’s minds is not easy, and Abdullah’s job is made much more difficult with certain individuals who say that Parliamentarians calling each other Bodoh (stupid) is acceptable debate, calling citizens goblok is a measure of their intelligence, and waving traditional weapons to so-call defend their own race’s agenda surrounding him.
Throw them away, Abdullah Badawi. You don’t need them, and neither, most importantly, does Malaysia.
August 1, 2007
I have started repaying part of my PTPTN loan. At least regularly. It’s never been regular before this, and I hope to continue doing so. Yes, this also depends on me keeping this job steadily, but I should be able to do it, I hope.
Not repaying means I would be denying other students who need the money badly. Which is why I don’t approve of people who borrow with no intention to pay back, or those who borrow and forget to pay back… for ten years. -_-”
July 25, 2007
Things change. When I was in secondary school, I would have swallowed whatever Najib and co said hook, line and sinker. Now I see veiled threats everywhere. Loss of innocence, or enlightenment? I’m inclined towards the latter. Ah well.
July 19, 2007
Remember that blogger I was talking about? His statements are here. Have a read.
Thank you for your courage, Nat.
July 19, 2007
Imagine someone 12 years old.
On the verge of a new set of hopes and prospects for her.
The future would seem endless. She could be a doctor, a lawyer, an engineer.
She has the potential to be a pillar of society, a leader and an example to follow.
She works hard, she learns, she dreams of spreading her wings and being somebody.
Now imagine, she’s attacked in a riot just over 2 months before her birthday.
Whacked and bashed up so bad she’s left in a coma.
She stares out with her eyes, seeing all. She can’t move.
She can’t scream as her “carers” drug her, pushing her back. Back into her coma.
She can’t stir to resist, flex, reach.
But she grows, and she rages.
She yearns for the day where she can burst out, flaming forward like a phoenix from the ashes.
Soaring, spinning to recapture her fullest potential. To recapture her dreams. To seize her fullest potential once again.
I know this girl, now a woman. You do too.
She’s the Spirit of Malaysia. Born August 31st 1957.
And knocked down brutally in a riot.
On May 13th. 1969.
July 6, 2007
Patriotism is more than just a flag. It more than putting symbols on your car to show just how much you are into the Merdeka Spirit. It’s more than a National Day Parade. It’s more than a single man shouting “Merdeka!”
Patriotism demands that you do something for your country. It demands not just outward symbols of your love for your country, but also a deep conviction in your heart. You can paint, scream, shout, wave the flag, but if you do not feel it in your heart, then you’re nothing. You’re not patriotic, you’re just an attention whore.
Because it’s so much easier to spend money to make it look that your patriotism is tangible, when it’s not.
Would you give your life for your country? Would you bleed to death for her, knowing that if you didn’t, she would be colonised again? Would you spend your life behind bars for speaking out against a government you don’t agree with? Would you stand up and say, “You’ve misled us and our country! Step down, and let us rebuild her again?” Would you stand up, alone, when others shun you, simply to right an injustice?
Would you take the LONELY and UNPOPULAR view alone, to defend your country, not among strangers, but among those who grew up in her? Would you go against your own countrymen to because you believe that your country has taken a turn for the worse? Would you be willing to endure torture, isolation, and suffering for your beliefs?
If you cannot answer these questions, then you’re not patriotic. I know I can’t say so. I’m not patriotic. What have we learnt in 50 years?
June 24, 2007
If only for the ideals it espouses. If only for the warning that with a single incident, and others that follow, that any country on this planet, especially one that has a large, vulnerable middle-class to be exploited, can fall into the same trap that that London has fallen. The people are herdlike, they are frightened, and they are scared. It is never the enemy without that is the most dangerous, but the enemy within. The idea that you could be betrayed by someone who is close to you, someone you trust, is the easiest idea to spread. It is the easiest idea to take root, the easiest idea, to control.
It doesn’t help that earlier today, I finished reading Koushun Takami’s Battle Royale. While the book speaks about a country that has been frightened into subservience, the observation it makes is frighteningly similar to what V exposes. I can see now why the book (Codename: V) has been banned in certain places. It is not the storyline itself that is scary. It is not the characters themselves, but rather, what they represent. It is not that the ideal they propose is terrifying yet unreal. NO.
The ideas that people can be manipulated by their fears, the ideas that the very people the citizens (rakyat/people) of a country trusts to protect them, leads to a lesson that most parents learn when their children are adolescents. The more you make it forbidden, the more it simmers. The more the idea of freedom is tempting. However, as observed in Battle Royale, allowing the people certain small escapes, making them think that these little joys are all they have to be thankful for, works better at coralling people than the most absolute restrictions. It’s the same with V. People are happy to simply live. They are happy to simply survive. When you’re young, that’s something you cannot accept, but when you have children, your thoughts are no longer for yourself.
It is said by some people, that people do things for their children. Yet this normally happens on a personal level. It happens on a level that people can see, can touch, can see how it affects their lives directly. How many people would truly rise up against a government and say, “This is wrong,” even if they know it? How many?
Parents are afraid not for themselves, but for their children, should they choose to take that path. To make this country (not the world, that’s another story), I believe blood will have to be spilled. Not because it is the only and easiest way. I do not believe that. However, if we could have made this country better, if we could have clung to the ideals that gave birth to this nation in the first place, then we would have been welcomed to the negiotation table. We would have been able to sit down with the leaders of this country. Not only the political leaders, but the religious leaders who seem to wield more and more influence; influence that is becoming insidious. Influence that allows idiots like Nazri and bigots to flourish (I shall not name names because I do not want to give them traffic. If you wish to know who they are, look out for the bloggers who cannot seem to accept a viewpoint other than their own, and who will not fight for another’s person right to speak, because to speak would be to insult religions. And who say they study comparative religion, yet unable to find the faith to understand why others might not choose their path).
Malaysia is like that Britain of V. We became that country the moment we allowed fear of what happened in 1969 to happen. In this year, remember not just the 5th of November. Remember not just 31 August. Remember 13 May, 1969. Because that was the day we allowed fear to reign. That was the day we silenced ourselves.
And no, Black Office. I am not suggesting we blow up Parliament. It has not reached that stage… Yet.