Don’t vote UMNO

August 30, 2007

Here’s a good reason. We have such nice MONKEYS in Parliament, don’t we?

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Headdesking

August 28, 2007

Galore.

I can see why the son would not want to listen to his mother. I had the same argument with my parents before this, and what really pisses me off is that the parents (or is it just the mother) did not even give the girl a chance to understand their religion before simply brushing her off. You claim to serve God, but I don’t see any serving of God. What I do see are servings of hypocrisy.

Congratulations, Angry Mum. You’re a proof of the Malay saying, “Biar mati anak, jangan mati adat.” Better for the child to die than the tradition.

And people wonder why I’m disillusioned with the Church and the people that inhabit her in general.

Advice columns

August 23, 2007

Some must die. The advice columns, I mean, NOT the people themselves, although if they do believe what they wrote, they should be sequestered away from society for the rest of their natural lives. I’ll speak in Bahasa Malaysia for the rest of the entry, as the article in question is in BM.

Ya Allah! Cakap apa perempuan ini? Budak itu yang keliru, dia pulak senang-senang aje tanya samada gadis itu terlalu seksi atau manja sehingga dicabul berulang-ulang. Lagipun, mengikut kata-kata Dang Setia, kerana dah terlalu lama kejadian itu terjadi, tak payahlah gadis itu melaporkannya kepada siapa-siapa. Mak oi…. Nak cakap jaga perlakuan itu, cakaplah, tapi janganlah sampai menunjukkan diri Dang Setia macam mulia sangat. Gadis itu dah trauma, Dang Setia tambahkan trauma dia lagi.

Ish… Dunia ini dah terbalik.

Never knew…

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.

Oi, enough di!

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.

Golden rule

August 9, 2007

There is a Golden Rule which I have broken, which explains why my father feels so strongly about me and Raz. I’d forgotten all about this rule, which is something that is done subtly and shoved down the throats of Catholic children in Malaysia.

“You can marry a Buddhist or a Hindu, because they will convert, but you can NEVER Marry a Malay, because then YOU will have to convert, and God (read: Family) will never forgive you for abandoning them.”

I’d forgotten all about it till one of my closest friends reminded me. I hate religious politics.

Keep on smiling

August 8, 2007

I’m not giving him up. Not without a fight.

I’ve told my parents that I would break up with Raz if they objected, and my father has objected. Nothing, he said, would change his mind. Well, I’m going to try to change it.

Perhaps I’ll be going to hell for giving my parents grief. My father asked how I could even think of living with a man who doesn’t believe in the same God as I do. I should have told him: The same way you can do all the things you do and still have the gall to go to Church every Sunday. Apparently as long as you believe in God and follow a religion, you’re principled.

I’m not going to give Raz up without a fight. We shall see how this go. Anyone got a place for me to crash for a few days from Sunday? I’ll do my own laundry and stuff.

The person I’ll be hurting most is my mom and my grandmother. Sigh…

Does anyone wonder now why I hate religion, and especially those that try to impose RELIGIOUS rules on this country?

Edit: Oh, and a reason not to have a child:

Louis MacNeice- Prayer before Birth

I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
     club-footed ghoul come near me.

I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
     with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
        on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
     to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
        in the back of my mind to guide me.

I am not yet born; forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
     when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
        my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
           my life when they murder by means of my
              hands, my death when they live me.

I am not yet born; rehearse me
In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
     old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
        frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
            waves call me to folly and the desert calls
              me to doom and the beggar refuses
                 my gift and my children curse me.

I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
     come near me.

I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
     humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
        would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
           one face, a thing, and against all those
              who would dissipate my entirety, would
                 blow me like thistledown hither and
                    thither or hither and thither
                       like water held in the
                          hands would spill me.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me.

I am stupid

August 8, 2007

I should have held my tongue. But I couldn’t.

Parents know now what Raz is. And as expected… To them, the fact that I’m dating a Muslim means that they have failed as parents. Add my family history of Muslim uncles, and yes… I’ve been given a very long lecture. My parents want me to break off with him… and my mom wants me to find a Catholic boy… When they’ve already broken my heart twice? And another was a Christian?

I should have held my tongue, but I couldn’t, because my father was making assumptions about Raz that weren’t true. I should have been smarter, but I was stupid. The Penang trip falls into insignificance because of this, actually. He’s said that he will never give his approval. For the first time today, he told me about how hurt my grandparents were when my uncles married Muslims. He said that he was sad. My mom thinks I’m pregnant, but I’m having my period, so how can I be? -_-“

Summary:

Parents think that Raz’s parents will take their grandkids away (my children) if anything happens to Raz, and that they’ll never see their grandkids again

They think I’m stupid for being with a Muslim, and that moving away overseas is just a dream

If I did, I would be selfish for doing so, for leaving them behind

Apparently going abroad to further myself is ok, but leaving them behind and taking my kids with them is selfish

No religion = person useless, no principles

If I have kids with Raz, my father doesn’t ever want to see them (this I can live with). According to him, he’s more cruel than his parents… wouldn’t that make me, his daughter, even more cruel for putting him and my mom through this?

Conclusion:

I ish stupid and have no sense of timing.

Another silly thing

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.

Daring to speak Bahasa

August 3, 2007

Coffee does wonders for the brain. Along with a nice, long chat about political realities in Malaysia. Then had an insightful quick LJ discussion with one of my old RP friends, a round of adventuring in BG, and falling asleep after talking to sayang. Today, I wake up half-muddled (which was apparent in one telephone conversation) but hopefully with my mind working well.

I realise that some of my friends tend to make inflammatory statements, and I go right along with them. This can lead me to posting things I really shouldn’t, although in hindsight, I still think that if you allow someone to represent a group, or allow your group to represent you, then you have to take the consequences of that group’s/spokesperson’s actions. My opinions of the men I mentioned yesterday remains though. Will republish that part later (the individuals, dear, not the organisation they supposedly represent). Forgive me if I ruffled anyone’s feathers last night.

Moving right along into the main topic of this post, I would like to say that I’m proud to speak Bahasa Malaysia, but my reason is purely vanity. I can generally speak much better Malay than a large number of my friends, including the Malays themselves. That’s all there is, truly. That and the fact that BM is generally understood in the places I frequent. In places where they don’t speak, being a banana means I can’t quite tell them what I want to eat for dinner/lunch.

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