Seksualiti Merdeka in Malaysia : Of Bad Politics and the Casuality That Comes With It.

A quick read up in the Wikipedia and you will know what Seksualiti Merdeka is by every mean. Here's the link for you lazy bums.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seksualiti_Merdeka

"Seksualiti Merdeka features a programme of talks, forums, workshops, art, theatre and music performances, interactive installations, and film screenings, organised by a coalition of Malaysian NGOs, artists and individuals."

So please excuse me when I ask, how the F*** can someone say Seksualiti Merdeka is equivalent to a "Free sex festival" ?!

http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/malaysia/article/marina-mahathir-livid-over-free-sex-slur-on-seksualiti-merdeka/

The latter link reveals how national "propaganda" media highlighted Seksualiti Merdeka as. Perhaps, you know, they probably translated Seksualiti Merdeka directly.. I mean, of course, Merdeka in every means mean Free or Freedom if you may but how they hell did the idea Seksualiti Merdeka is an open orgy as described by these propagandas came about really baffles me.

Founded in 2008 by Pang Khee Teik and Jerome Kugan, things have been, in a way, rather smooth-sailing until this year, when news of Datuk Ambiga, Bersih 2.0's chairperson was involved in this year's LGBT's biggest moment in Malaysia. I mean, why now? This is infuriating as any blind men can see, this is a cheap political salvo fired just to garner more political milestone ahead of the General Election in Malaysia which is predicted to be taking place early next year.

With serious backing from the mostly Muslim NGOs and mainly the rabid-mouthpiece chairperson of Perkasa or rather known as the BN's loose canon, Datuk Ibrahim Ali, championing most of the (illegal) demonstrations against the organization and launching of Seksualiti Merdeka, it all seem to conspicuous and sudden to actually see all these rubbish being piled up and flung at the sexual independence programme.

And of course, not fleeing out of the limelight was the ever-resilient Datuk Ambiga Sreenavasan, who, from the mouth of the horse (no offense, it's just an idiom) was quoted saying :

"You (national propaganda media, TV3) have been misleading the public, you have been calling this (Seksualiti Merdeka) a free sex festival. I challenge you to carry everything I say now or I assure you, you will be hearing from my lawyers on this issue,”

Picture from the courtesy of www.themalaysianinsider.com

Food for thought. The question here now is, most certainly "Why now?" Are you saying that all these years, since the beginning of Seksualiti Merdeka in 2008 till now, the cops have been unaware of this annual LGBT event? Does this mean that all these while, the police have been sleeping? And more importantly, is this programme doing any harm to anyone?

I think I probably read this from an article in the newspaper (Yes I do read newspaper from time to time!), most probably spoken by Pang himself while being interviewed :

"Talking about HIV will not spread it. Keeping quiet will."

Now, ain't that a quote of the century? Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not brushing or polishing up Pang's shoes, but as my friends know better, I do believe in the freedom to live and love as long as it doesn't harm anyone. It's like a religion altogether, only in a different context. (Don't start hating me, it's only an example.) This is as good as saying you can't practise your religion because MY religion thinks it's wrong! Now that's just pure phobia isn't it?

Fishy isn't it? Back when Datuk Marina Mahathir (Daughter of the former Malaysian premier Tun Dr Mahathir Mohammed) was chairing these event, I don't see no problem cropping up, at least, until Bersih 2.0 happened and the chairperson happened to be involved in the organizing of the Seksualiti Merdeka.

Ask thyself, don't you think this is pure payback by the Government to Datuk Ambiga for the successful Bersih 2.0, albeit all these self-praise of them (the Government) being "morally upright and just"? When only will the cries and plight of the silent minority, crushed by pressure created by the majority society's point of view of what is morally right and wrong in these modern times, shall be heard and attended to? We've been living too long in a closed-minded society that inadvertantly, while preaching the words of God, harmed the ones that was borned different.

My hearts to you guys out there, and to the four people detained and quizzed by the police; Datuk Ambiga Sreenavasan, Pang Khee Teik, Irene Fernandez and Maria Chin Abdullah.

We shall remember the name.

Don't you just hate it?

Last posted : July 24 2011

That was some time ago.. I believe I got lazy after awhile. Anyway, what I'm going to express today is deeply my own feelings towards certain people whom I find, as much as he is a friend to me, he is also a very lousy boyfriend to another girl.

I hate guys who.... well, have a girlfriend already, but would instantly go all out to help another girl. As much as the girlfriend doesn't mind but deep inside she is still a woman who wished her man would not be so EAGER to help another woman and neglect her feelings. The worst part would be, the guy denies that he have done anything wrong and said he had no choice because he "can't leave the girl in despair" as if without his help she will die. And don't think your friends aren't aware, you aren't only helping that one girl. ANY girls who approach you, you will end up helping them too.

Come on la, we all know your attitude when you meet another girl. I also know you are somewhat the attention-seeking kinda guy who always want to prove yourself in front of girls. That once I caught you faking was more than enough to make me revise everything you have ever said to me. As much as your girlfriend is bemused by your so-called "connection" at your hometown, you know.. all those "people behind you" who you can ask them to beat someone up anytime at the call of a phone, is starting to feel and sound lame.

Let me tell you, this is your biggest flaw. You are just a plain flower-hearted guy whom if given a chance, would cheat on your girlfriend ANYTIME. I really feel sorry for that girlfriend of his.

Oh well, there goes my ranting. Have a nice day y'all and Happy Halloween.

When I Was Small

I was told that cactus actually could ward off evil spirits and wills. Funny ain't it how when you're small you'd believe in anything?
Back when I was a child I'm very much afraid of ghosts lurking around every dark corner I could see. Nightmares were abundant and the only person I'd turn to in the depths of my despair, my good old aunt who babysat me till I was like 10. Of course, she was the one who told me all these olden stories and tales about legendary folklore and beliefs that now helped me much in the development of my creativity. It doesn't take all the imagination in the world to be creative when you're a child. You just.. imagine.
Now, back to the cactus story. My aunt was the one who told me that cactus could ward off ghosts and spirits because of it's spikes.



How exactly, I didn't know. But one thing's for sure. I DID plant a cactus at the back of my house. It was a "Prickly Pear" (After Googling the name out, only did I know)



That's how a Prickly Pear looks like and is probably one of the most common ornament plant that people tend to plant outside of their house probably because of the lack of thorns and their beautiful flowers.

The thing about cactus, instead of its horny feature (excuse the pun) it is quite the spectacular plant as a nutrient for our body.

Excuse the Pun! And the disturbing picture here.

Cactus juice are known to be cooling agent for the heaty body and are really great nutrient for supple skin. (or at least, that's what people who are selling cactus juice are telling, I mean, they'd even say consuming cactus juice can make you live till 130 years old if they have to just to sell their products)




That would be all on this wonderful Sunday, have a great evening you all!

How did we end up being in a state like this?

The recent crackdown on the Bersih rally has brought many Malaysians wrath to a par of level unknown. It really got us thinking, "Why is the government so afraid of the Bersih rally's call for a clean and fair election?" This is pure bullshit if you ask me. The government is actually opposing a call for clean and fair election.

All around the world, Malaysians have gathered in numbers under the name of Bersih irrespective of race, religion and age, to garner the spirit to ensure the citizens' message is sent clearly to His Majesty Tuanku Mizan, King of Malaysia. The Bersih's purpose of having that rally was to send a memorandum to His Majesty so as to call for a clean and fair election next year. But then again, how is this peaceful march being treated by hands of the government aka police and federal reserve units?








Note : Police were out of handcuffs. XD

I was also told that there was a Malay man distributing salt to all who took part in the Bersih rally. The salt was simply to neutralize the effect of the tear gas to avoid yourself from choking should you inhale it. The distributing wasn't the key to this story. It was the generosity of that man, because soon after distributing, he had left none for himself. This, may I make a stand now, is 1Malaysia. I've been busy reading #bersihstories in Twitter. It wasn't the rally that made us realised that we're are one. It is the little things that happened DURING the rally, where, we, Malaysians, are one.



Madam Annie Ooi, Malaysia's new heroine. She's 65-years old. tear-gassed 4 times, once hit with "blue chemical water canon" in words of her daughter
Anne, from Setapak, took a bus ride down to KL, ALONE, in support of the rally. She was stopped 4 times, being asked her IC, and questioned by the police on why she's wearing yellow. "Why can't I wear yellow?" was her reply.
She didn't know what time the rally was scheduled to start, she didn't know where, she has no one with her; all she knew was to get down to KL, and stand for what she believes in. A true Malaysian story.

A quote by Madam Anne herself,

“Why do we have to feel so scared (and threatened) in our own home land… and by own countrymen?”

Sometimes, some things are just so pure, it makes you want to cry. Here's a video of our national anthem Negaraku being sung in Melbourne at the time of the rally.





Is this the 1Malaysia we so desire? Are we really living in Malaysia or Myanmar? The question "Why are we being bullied and threatened in our own land?" arises among many Malaysians lately. The public who are rallying in a peaceful demonstration are actually being beaten up! (Sorry, can't find more photos on police brutality at the moment, though I know I saw a bunch of them in FB, shall try to save them pictures when I do see them.)

And this is what our Home Minister's reaction towards this rally's call for fair and clean election. Home Minister Hishamuddin aka Kerishamuddin blatantly rejected any idea/speculation/suggestion/evidence/proofs/videos/images/etc of police brutality and promised to punish any media caught reporting "false" news about the Bersih coverage.

http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/malaysia/article/home-ministry-to-punish-media-for-false-bersih-coverage/

How did we end up being in a state like this?

That out-of-this-world feeling?

I had a very interesting read with Chris today. She's got the CLEO mag and apparently, since we haven't met for weeks, we kinda got a spot in the newly furnished Learning Point in school to chill. It was fun really, chatting with such a crazy girl whose boyfriend shares the same Christian name as I do.. (But I'm always way more awesome.)

Anyway, about that mag. Something caught her attention, and her attention caught my attention. Apparently, there were some rather "Explicit" questions being asked in the mag. One of them would be :

"Why does stimulation at the clitoris brings the out-of-this-world feeling?"

I was like... "Oooooh....*continues reading* aaahhhhhhh..... I see. "

Stimulating the clitoris? Reminds me of.... this.



Yeah.. That movie.. "Teeth". Don't know if you guys have watched it before, but it kinda gave me a good bit of laugh to see guys who try to force their way into this one particular girl eventually lose their bits with a chomp from where they least expect. :D

Anyway, back to the drawing board. It did suggest sex as a weekly prescription. A weekly sex seem to improve your love life a lot.
In the once in a month category, "Lock the door and pull the blinds. Have sex around the house the whole day. Only stop when you need to use the toilet or eat something."
LoLwut?! Haha. Okay, might try that some time later in life. :D



Last but not least, in the list of "Must do : Once in a lifetime" is.... *drumroll*

"SEX IN PUBLIC PLACES"

Awesome!!! Must do! Once in a lifetime! Okay.. quit it. By "Public" here it doesn't mean "in front of everyone." It literally meant "outside where you might get caught" but the thrill of it makes a couple do it I guess. *ponders*

Hurrr....... Imagine a scene where you're walking along a quiet road, then the bush on the roadside started to sway and moan. :D Happy times.




Ciao y'all! Have a great time out there ya! *pun not intended but if you insist, then play safe*

Where Did All My Creative Juices Have Gone To?

Now that I have your attention, I used to be a crazy story writer and it has been, literally, ten million years since I last wrote a full complete story. Dropping by at the good old forum that I used to indulge myself in till the wee hours in the morning rambling on and on in the random Endless RP, I kinda came across my only three full stories, a complete set of them, each a series to the older; inside my gallery. It was rather.. reminiscing to see that I actually bothered getting my ass off from the lazy couch and when I do set my mind onto the story, all those ideas just flew in every second, like as if I have been at the place itself.

Well, now, I'm kinda skeptical about my ability to write again. Although I may have been better now (back then I was only 17 and my stories are already rate 5/5 by a few hundred users) but I find that I like the motivation and creativeness to actually bother writing off my fantasy, wording every bit of dream and hallucination into the Microsoft Words. Perhaps it's because I've grown out of the community that I used to be in, where many people just indulge into delicious fantasy and couldn't be bothered by the knicks and knacks of life.

Though, I still have no intentions of publishing/announcing where my stories are, and I would love to keep it that way. If you've found it, dibs on you, but I dare bet it's a long shot from trying as seeing those stories were posted in 2007, so.... go figure on which forum to find. In fact, the old forum made a great shift to a new server, hence, all the more, locations of this forum is lost. Anyway, I think most of you would feel.. awkward, reading my stories. Haha!

5.15am, and I'm still awake. Cheerio~

Clobbered, limping, scrawling. And how I still try to finish this walk of life.

I know I can be darn revolting at times, from the way I behave, to the way I speak, but nonetheless it is what that makes me who I am now. And by who I am now, I am what they call I am, "flower heart" much. Haha!
Yes, so to say, you don't really get many people coming at you like a mad bull. And in my case, mad bulls. I am quite.. guilty of said charges as I try to untie the binds that hold me at the moment. I know I've been of a lesser being this past month due to some delusion on my part and what not, self-propelled idiocy that arises along with the occasion. And as the event passed, I just realised, I'm not even a grown adult yet at times and I have a lot more to learn and earn.
What of the path less chosen, I ask myself, and sometimes, I myself do want to try indulging into that road, the path where everyone tend to overlook, covered by the brushes and mellow grass, blurring the view as to where road lead to road, to a neverending curiosity.

Okay.. fine fine.. I sound so melodramatic that it's so boring and starting to kill your gut.

Anyway, onward with how I've been. I've been quite well, less agitated and trying to find more inner peace. Those late nights out have been quite a boon to my social circle as I met more and more new people who makes the night in Malacca go alive. Of course, these kinda thing took a bit of a toll on me as I have been deprived from a few hours of sleep lately, something of which I'm about to restore when I do have the time.
Flowers to pick? Well, I do fancy one right now, but apparently, that particular flower's lesser bud starts to rear its head at me. It was pleasant, but I try not to be who I am before at times, rolling the wheels just to please the crowd. The particular flower's response? Thus far, it has been good and at times, lukewarm. Wonder what the flower thinks right now. Haha!
Though many things happened, I think I burnt myself out this week, although it's only Wednesday today. I literally felt tired spiritually as I clobbered to get a hold of myself.

Yesterday I had a really enjoyable conversation with a friend of mine. He was totally hilarious when he said in Chinese "I kinda saw some of your posting in English. I really couldn't understand all the short forms that you are using in your FB!"
I was like... what? Hahahaha! I didn't write anything English using short forms for millenias already (apart from Twitter per se cause 140 letters is just to short) and even in SMSes so to speak. Never had that habit. So, my conclusion was, the words I wrote was too deep for Chinese educated students like him. Some of my friends too, have a hard time guessing what's in my mind when I post those vague nonsensical post.

Up in my mind next, I have a sore feeling of my past. Win some, lose some, but it was all those grime and goo that makes the gold glitter. No matter how much I hate my past as a teenager, stepping into young-adulthood has been an achievement for me as I endured every bit of crap life threw at me without mercy. I may be limping, but trust me, I will scrawl my way to the finish line if I have to. (Go #TeamScorpio ! Oh lawl!)
Anyways, adieu for now. Je suis un peu fatigue. Peut-etre je vais sieste pendant un certain temps.. Au revoir!

If they mean something...

I've always believed my dreams meant something, good or bad alike. Yesterday's dream was pretty weird, if I may say so. It wasn't a nightmare, nor was it pleasant. I always trusted my inner conscious that appears mostly in my dream, and these dreams can be so vivid and real, and what not, at times, deja vu happens, like how my dream has potrayed something to be. But this time round, it's definitely something really different. I think something's messing with me.

Here's how the dream looks like.

I was in a yard of a abandoned building. It was dusty and brown and most of the building there are made of metal, resembling what I would like to think as an old refinery, factory or sorts. I have always known that I had a spiritual dog as my guide all these while. Not only do I feel it, apparently, some spiritual practitioners too told me they felt it's presence, a black dog. In my dream, apparently, there were a lot of dogs. A LOT OF THEM in the compound. And they were.. snarling, at me. This hasn't happened before. I never recalled any dogs ever snarled at me at that manner for years. They look angry, like, I've done something. I tried to calm them down, talk to them, but they wouldn't listen. And they started charging at me, one of them, a brown one, even attempted to bite me, twice. I felt it brush against my shin as I evaded it. And when I tried to hold it down, it tried to snap my fingers. Eventually I ran, not quickly, but just not to get myself surrounded by all of them. I don't see any black dogs, just some really big ones or middle-sized ones that is either brown in colour or a mixture of dark brown and white. I wasn't hurt in my dream, not at all. But what kept me wondering was, why did they attack me? And then, I woke up.

I guess I need to tend myself spiritually. Also, I had a bit of a depressing night yesterday. I guess I won't be going to KL the end of this month, and I waited all night for someone to call, only to know that person was already asleep.

This morning.. was once again stood up by someone... sigh.

Repeated Salvo Is No Salvo.

You know, I'm getting tired of all these "Anwar sex scandal" issue being played over and over again over mainstream media. Can't the Government come up with something new to keep us entertained? It seems to me, they way all news are reported (free media and controlled media alike) people from BN seem to have more scandals to be dug up compared to BN's repeated (albeit overly used) salvo to "concentrate all firepower on Anwar". It's a smart move, arguably, knowing that Anwar is the head of the entire opposition, (namely a group that was formed by marriage-of-convenience) PR. No one, thus far, fulfills the needed and expected qualities to lead the entire opposition once he's gone. That includes CM Lim Guan Eng simply because of the "expected" rule. I mean, CM LGE is a really good leader, but his legacy to lead in Malaysia was doomed simply because he's "not of the majority race" although it was never listed in the Constitution that a Prime Minister should be a Malay and if he ever contest as a Prime Minister, he gets my best wishes and support.

Anyway, back to Anwar. It seems lately that he is playing Najib's game pretty well. He has adopted Najib's silent elegance over the issue knowing that harping and defending more onto the matter would only cause and bring about more problems for himself. Its like, we accidentally stepped onto a cow dung, we should know better than to step onto it repeatedly. But given the repeated "reminder" by the Umnoputra members, it seems the controlled media are trying hard to force Anwar dip his leg onto that piece of shit over and over again. Oh well, the conundrum..

If there is one message I'm trying to send to my readers, it's this. In the next general election, don't care or listen to who blows up a Mongolian with C4 or who had sex with his former aid. Vote for whom you think can provide a better future for us Malaysians in all aspects of life.

It's June Already?

So, half a year has just swept by through the tunnel of time. Food for thought though, although chances are you might choke on this thought, but never mind. Here goes; What have you, as an individual, done for everyone around you, in this past half a year?



Jeng jeng jeng! Flashbacks after flashbacks on the goodies you try hard to think of to potray yourself as a nobleman suddenly come rushing into your mind? Haha. Godspeed and may you be blessed with whatever you do.

Anyway, onward to the funny.

Lately, there has been a price hike on the tariffs of the electricity bill. That's not very nice. I mean, the government can be so funny at times. I'll put on two paraphrases (not the exact speech/line, but they kinda bring about the same meaning anyway)

"We will not be raising the price of RON95 petrol because we don't want to burden the Rakyat"

AND THEN

"The Najib administration announced today it will raise electricity prices by an average 7.12 per cent from June 1 in an effort to trim its burgeoning subsidy bill."

Well now, that is so totally "IN-YOUR-FACE-SUCKER!" isn't it? I am even skeptical about the "75% of the domestic user will not be affected". I mean like, does this "75%" include those people who have NO ACCESS TO ELECTRICITY? Haha. Cause we all do know that there are a certain percentage of these people living in the rural area who has frequent cuts to electricity and water and probably have no access to these basic necessities at all.

Some times I really wonder if they had failed logic three million times over.



*queue "Inilah..... barisan kita...." *

And I dare not even write "yang ikhlas berjuang."
A great day and adieu readers, as onward we strive in this mad, mad world. :)

If They Not Be At It Already..

Forgive me for the absence of posting nonsensical blogs for the entire month. I have been quite the busy man rushing to complete my Final Year Project part 1 during that period. It was quite the hectic procedure, considering I was given an entire 8 weeks to do it, but I kinda lazed off a bit (okay, a bit is an understatement) and kinda finished EVERYTHING during the last THREE days before submission date is due.

Anyway, onward to constant idiocy that has been plaguing us Malaysians lately. These few months, we have been reading craploads after craploads of racism bullshit on the tabloids and dailies, which prompt me to ask, Mr Najib, do you think your elegant silence will save your Putrajaya next General Election? Sorry to say this folks, but I have a high believe that there will not be an election this coming 11.11.11, as much as Najib loves the number eleven.. and makes me wonder... why does he love eleven that much? (Right you folks who understand what I mean, shush! Let's just keep it an inside joke.)

That pathetic big-mouth independent MP in the Parliament is totally turning our country into a comical fiasco. It often plays in my mind now; "What the bloody hell is wrong with these clowns ever since Najib took place as PM? Why are there so many loose canons and no one to douse the fire? What is the Home Minister and the Law Minister really doing?"

By god damn, all of them should be fired. If not through a rocket chute or with a gun, at least be fired from the post they are holding. Malaysians, in all right and sound mind, are getting tired of this rampant racist mudslinging fest conducted by our beloved Pasir Mas MP. That foul thing which hell spat back out doesn't really know that every word he said is going to power up the Opposition's arsenal during the next GE and being the cunning one Najib is, I'm sure he knows this but to garner the support of what he has left, he has to let that rabid mouthpiece of a loose canon to conduct his daily racist chants. To incite more hatred so as to win vote. Hey, how convenient! And some people actually bought it!

I'm just really thankful the other day when I saw some of my malay muslim friends condemning that largest governing malay party for being extremist of selfish and no ends. It's simply thanks to these crooks disguised as politicians who are committing a crime most foul : Creating tension, distrust, turmoil and unbalancing the harmony of our country.

My only hope right now? MCA would come to sense and pitch their weight onto the Pakatan Rakyat side. They should, by now, realised that UMNO is taking them for a joyride and the stop has come where they can be dumped and left to rot, seeing majority of the Chinese voters are already swinging towards the Democratic Action Party. And please, Dr Chua, by championing the students' right to government scholarship doesn't grant you amnesty from the public, simply because you bowed so low to those scumbags in Parliament that the public's perception of MCA is of equivalent to a running-dog of the Government where when Umno says "one", MCA wouldn't say "two".

It indeed is a mockery of the overused slogan "1Malaysia". Even by mentioning it here defiles my blog to no end. That slogan is a joke, or should I say, propaganda, overzealously used in anything and everything related to the government kononnya to promote racial unity. Like I once said in one of my previous post,

http://davidwoon.blogspot.com/2010/05/racial-polarisation-in-malaysia.html

RACIAL UNITY MY FOOT.

Stagnant Phase of Life.

It has been quite the stagnant phase of my life. Nothing new emerged, neither did anything interesting came upon me. I'm pretty much awaiting for the 22nd, and truly hope the organizing committee can just pull it off well, cause if they don't they're gonna be the epic joke in the annals of history, considering there will be another bash in less than a week after theirs.

Masquerade, weirdos hide in different shades! Masquerade, hide your face so the world will never find you.



Oh how things flew by the last time we organized a Masquerade party in Eleven. For those who were there, thanks for coming. Hope it wasn't a bore. At least I knew I wasn't bored. XD

There are several things I would like to do/organize/create in MMU, but too bad, due to my idly self/time constraint/I couldn't be bothered/hassle in MMU system/not enough members/no funds/etc, things just get abandoned. For example, a softball club. I know a couple of people who are into it, but too bad, the degree of madness I have for softball and them is on a different scale, or world, to be exact.
Or we can have a coffee-lover club, where all we do is just have meetings that teaches people how to brew/drink/enjoy coffee, and all e ever do is drink caffeine. That would be awesome. And should we have any event, we'll get Starbucks as our sponsor! (No, I hate Coffee Bean! Apart from their "The Ultimate Extreme")
Haha~ Meh, was just joking on the last part~
Though, I've yet to see a drawing club, nor a DJ club in school, I mean, Cyber has them, why don't we? Simply because there are SEVERAL people who are in their senior years stalling such things from happening. I mean, get grad already!! Stop trying to be pretentious in front of freshies! And for the love of go0d, as a senior, stop being childish and spread negativity* (the asterisk includes all forms of negative actions from gossiping to slander) and start working your ass on helping juniors sincerely.

There goes ANOTHER rant by yours truly, and once again, if I ever stepped on anyone's toes virtually, I blame the coffee.. and the Internet. Thanks for reading. ^^

Of Qing Ming and Filial Piety.

I got this strange reaction from a fellow MMUian when I told him about Qing Ming (All Souls Day). No doubt, he wasn't a Malaysian and knows nil about this festival observed by Buddhist people all over the world. (Maybe Bahai, Taoism and other religions too). It wasn't the most pleasant reaction I might say, as labeling something someone does from a religious point of view as "silly" is just plain rude. (Apart from hurting one another physically, emotionally and spiritually)

Nevertheless, I did my part and played my role in the family, (being forced) waking up as early as 7.30am on a SUNDAY to have some dimsum breakfast outside and we're off; my dad and I, to our ancestor's grave in Jelutong, Melaka, the largest cemetery in Malacca, if not Malaysia.





All along my journey from the roadside to the heart of the cemetery, (yes, we're in the middle) I noticed how there were many MANY people there, setting off fireworks, firecrackers, praying notwithstanding, but I never fail to realise this one thing. There were hardly any people of my age, nor to say younger, which is.. a little crest-falling to know that this age old tradition is slowly losing observance by the younger generation.

Call me old fashion, but things like these are reminders of what we are. Just that past week, we were in a Buddhist temple, praying to my paternal grandmother whose ashes were laid there to rest. In the midst of the hallway, three children were running around. Now you might think that children ALWAYS run around. What's new with that? The point being, these children in the pure naivety, is running around carefree in a site honouring the people long gone. A stark contrast of the gloomy atmosphere that envelopes many. (not THAT gloomy, but still..) It was a scene so pure and innocent, I would say, that brought me to think for a moment.

Then, the children were stopped by their mother, telling them not to run around less in case they knock something over. I reasoned with myself though, to let the children continue having fun, as this is what everything is all about. Having fun, no matter how solemn the situation is. This is how they are going to remember something, or an event so important in the annals of Chinese culture; honouring the dead. The only deterrent that supported the predicament I saw in Jelutong was the younger generations don't find any meaning in doing it anymore, or simply to say, they are not attracted to this kind of thing anymore. I always visit my ancestors without fail, simply because, our ancestors, dead or alive, are the only people who can bring our relatives far and apart all back together. Without them, I don't think I could be as close with my uncles, aunts or cousins. The only few times I get to see our family gathering, truly something amazing, considering how a dead person could bring together a large family in a SINGLE DAY.

All in all, I'm just going to remind you people out there, Qing Ming is really something that we should observe, continue and respect, be it for a cultural purpose or simply out of pure filial piety, it's the only thing LEFT that we could do for someone who is no longer here.

Untitled.

Have this very weird dream today.. It's about me and a bunch of friend sealing a creature up within the old walls of Malacca, hiding it from the authorities. Running around like fugitives. Coordinating.. It's like we're a bunch of secret society agents. And I clearly remember who the members are. Haha.
Malacca looks so different in my dream. There are new structures and weird buildings. Overall, I'll give it a 5/5 weird dream as I never knew deep within me I have such Naruto-ish fantasy! XDDD

OMG.. I am going nuts.

It's a boring boring day.

It's has been quite a moody day today. Been raining since afternoon, and it's still raining now. According to sources on the interweb, I should be dying of radioactivity soon. Yay me~

Anyway, nothing interesting has been up lately apart from me trying to look for people to sms to but my smses were never/seldom replied, assuming people are just too busy with their life to bother about me. Bleh!

Went to my uni's Open Day today, and well.. Some people, albeit being a senior, still behaves like a prick. Don't understand why does he insist on denying something that CAN'T be denied. Just gotta let that pass I guess, since it has nothing to do with me anyway.

I just need a cup of coffee, methinks.. Feeling so down and out today, unforeseen lethargy.. Haiz.

算了吧。。

为什么我还会这样的？ 真的不明白。 可是。。应该。。没事吧？ 都当他做朋友了，不觉得还会有问题吧？
一个月。。 一个月了。。 有时候会很想跟他聊一聊， 可是都不懂有什么好聊了。 哈哈。。 我好笨。 真的好笨。 人家都已经有个新的了， 我还要去看他来干嘛？ 做回朋友？ 希望我们还能吧。。

最精，我对一个人有好感， 可是。。 我都一次的告诉自己不要在发梦了。 都觉得自己没有资格去追求人家。。 说已， 大卫， 算了吧。

EFE : Export Furniture Exhibition. An eye opening experience.

Okay, this might come bit late, but yeah, two weeks ago, I was at EFE aka Export Furniture Exhibition. It was quite an eye-opening experience, seeing new designs of not only furniture, but booths and stages as well. It was a really grand expo held in Serdang's biggest exhibition hall.

http://www.efe.net.my/

That be the official website. Being held from 3rd to the 7th, I was privileged enough to accompany my father to the gallery that was being conducted at the latest all-new venue at Malaysian Agro Exposition Park Serdang (MAEPS), Asia's largest and most comprehensive showground and exposition facility.

If you noticed, as a member of the public, you are not quite allowed to enter until the 7th of March, but being accompanied by my father, I managed to get the slip, registering myself as a "Student trainee" in my dad's branch. :D

What captured me most is not only the sheer size of the exhibition ground, nor the number of companies pushing their sales. It was the unique and ubiquitous way the booths were designed. Simplicity that awes, grandness that silences, creativeness that captivates. Imagine all that in a single expo. You wouldn't have guessed that you were in Malaysia if you magically teleport yourself in there unsuspectingly.



The creativeness of this booth struck me at first as it was typically outstanding amongst the lesser booths beside. Using mere plasters, they managed to create such eloquent look to their booth within only a single month of preparation. Oh, and the best part was the insides.




Warm and all welcoming, the ambiance was just lovely and perfect. I felt quite at home with the lush carpet beneath my feet and the warm lights hovering over my head. And best of all, there was a kitchen/bar in the exhibition booth itself. Certainly the only of its kind to serve pretty little Hors d'oeuvres and mini cupcakes, along with drinks and many other refreshments. Mind you, I couldn't give you much photo evidence due to the fact that you aren't suppose to take any photo in the gallery itself. (Yes, I'm committing a crime. But as long as I don't reproduce their furniture design, I'm all fine and dandy.)





And then, black always seem to win me over ANYTIME. I was very much attracted to this one booth too that has quite a unique concept to its design. Spotted with a window-like design that allows the visitors to get and inside-view of their product, it has the bragging feel to it. It simply makes you stare inside, like you're looking into someone else's window and eventually, a set full of furniture.





And then, there's always the weird and wonderful. Simple, yet astonishingly supple and defined. Truly an eye opening experience. One that I would look forward to visiting again. And I've saved the best piece as the last too. For you Mac junkies out there, have a bite at this.



Cheerio! Till the next interesting article then. Thanks for reading.

The Hatchet Wounds Deeply, But How Willing Are We To Heal?

It's not everyday you get a racist remark. And when you get it, two things strike you. One, the reaction. Two, the clever comeback. At least, that's how it is for me. To ration things out and ease the tension, or give them a smack in the mental conscious till they go black out. Often times, we come across conditions that allows us to use both options to make a sly and clever reaction to get the most out of everything.

Take situation A per se. I was selling some goods at the recent PC Fair. I approached this woman (who happens to be a Muslim Malay) to promote my goods. Surely, as customer, they are my "boss" and I should rain every compliment I could onto them. She was carrying her baby with, and right beside her was her old mother, wrinkles upon her face, reflecting every single experience and intelligence I can pick off her. I always have the utmost respect for the demure elderly, particularly this old lady and you shall see why. As usual, I threw every single information about my product at the young lady with the baby. She gave me her attention at least, so I thought, "Here's my chance to pitch a sale." Then, she gave indications that her HUSBAND is the real "boss" so, while we waited for the guy to come, I kept them company, complimenting her beautiful baby with big eyes. I said her baby have lovely big eyes. She snorted, saying "Of course my baby have beautiful eyes, unlike Chinese." That pricked me a little. See, I'm a pure Chinese but not your typical Chinese with small eyes. Hence I gave her a shot back, claiming that not all Chinese have small eyes, and took myself as an example. (And I swear my eyes was bigger than hers, and better cause I have double eyelids. =P) The instant she heard this, out came another racist statement.

"You, mata sepet la!" ("You, you have squinted eyes!")

Surely that made me a little angered, as you see, I've been known in my settlement as "The kid with big eyes" or "大眼仔" and what not, the racist sediment utter by her. Call me petty but I think it's stupid and ignorant of her to just shoot her mouth off without even using her brain to compare and realise that my EYES are bigger than hers in the first place. I think she kinda forgot that every stall in the PC Fair, regardless of what we're selling, is managed by Chinese people. (Malaysian economy is largely dominated and fueled by Malaysian Chinese people) And I let that slipped pass me.

BUT, there was a halt, as her elderly mother, the demure old lady, tapped me on my arm and said,

"Tak ada la. Ah boy ini hensem, mata besar cantik, orang pun sopan.." ("Not really. This young boy is handsome, with big beautiful eyes, and full of manners..")

I don't know about you, but I really felt like I could float with those comments. Haha!
The old lady smiled so sweetly and asked again,

"Ah boy, orang Cina? Cina tulen?" ("Are you Chinese? As in pure Chinese?")

"Ya mak cik. Cina tulen." ("Yes madam. Pure Chinese.")

I replied with full of confidence about my ancestors' background. She gave me a nod and smiled again, then proceeded to look at the products around. The young lady was already entertaining her baby who is starting to wail like a siren while waiting for her husband to approach.

At least, I knew, this old lady, despite her wrinkles and her age, was the wiser and the politer one compared to the post-independence generations whose brain has been muddled and politically brainwashed by idiots who only cared about their own well-being at the expense of his people.

And so I ask, the hatchet wounds deeply, but how willing are we to heal? Do we stay the same and let the pain linger on until it's infected by maggots and start to rot? Or do we apply medicines, cleanse and heal the wound and start all new again?

SQ much?

So, let's see. How many of us here actually do understand their Spiritual Quotient (SQ)? Is it a thing that we use to measure how spiritual we are? Or, does it work like a sixth sense? Can we actually feel it? Haven't been scientifically proved, but I'd like to believe it does exist.

I'm going to skip the cliche of asking you the "Have you ever felt...." kind of question that investigates your senses. Most of these are what we call "perception". For example, the feeling of being followed, when actually in fact, there's no one there. We, as humans are always paranoid. It's only right to feel that way, but to what extend?

While it hasn't been as rampant as before, but my deja vu or I'd rather call "premonitions" are starting to come back again. Today, itself, one such event happened. I don't know the cause for it, but it just came to me today. Was it because I went emotional these few days, so emotional that it triggered my senses again?

I've had a few sessions with my friends regarding the supernatural. I'm not going to start convincing you all that it exist, the supernaturals, but with all due respect, I do think they do exist. In fact, such was the case I've always believed I'm being watched over by a black dog. I wouldn't know how to relate it to anything but I'd like to believe it has helped me out of lot of trouble. A friend of mine who sees "things" too, confirmed I have a lot of spiritual energy around me but most importantly, they are part of me, but not emitted from me. Can this explain why my affinity with dogs? I wouldn't know. I mean, how is it, I can just walk up to a dog and pet its head like we were close? And these dogs are strays for the matter. I myself too, cannot explain it in any biological term, but I must say it may be because of how attached I am spiritually to dogs. Probably was because of this one dog whom I've watched since pup, till it finally grew up, had pups itself, and finally, met an untimely death. Not forgetting the two dogs that used to roam at the car park outside my house that were always playful whenever I'm around; they too, met an untimely death. Then, there was the neighbour's dog that had already passed away, which I too, cared for. Oh, and not forgetting another black dog who too, met an untimely death. (Note : Those untimely death meant being shot by municipal workers) I can't help but felt attached to these five dogs. Somehow, I can feel their presence lingering about, with the whiff I often felt along my legs.

I too, can feel "things" lingering about at the edges of my view. Nothing too clear, but at least, I can feel the presence of these energy running around. But did they bother me? Nope. Not in the least bit. I mean, I stay quite near to a cemetery. These energies that I felt are nothing new. They do no harm to us. Perhaps, one fine day, I could open up the flows of my spiritual energy again, to maybe help my predictions. Oh yeah, I did several tarot reading a few years back, and most of them were very accurate. They say such things, like predicting the future, can make our life shorter, but meh.. I'm not really bothered about dying young. Just bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses. Sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. *snicker*

An unofficial announcement.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm officially going against the MMU mismanagement, hence most of my posts might incur some wrath of people who are just arguing for the sake of arguing although they know very well what my post meant exactly. So, to avoid this, any unnecessary comments shall be deleted without notice. I will most probably provide pictures too, as :

a. photo evidence
b. graphical description
c. a decoration for my blog post. :D

So, if you guys have any leaks on the current mismanagement of the MMU, anything lacking in the service or anything you would view as pure mangled justice, just drop me a PM in my facebook?

http://www.facebook.com/audesxerxes

Malaysians are just pretty great keyboard warriors aren't we?

So, the death of a puppy struck the wrath of many many Malaysian netizen. I mean like, everywhere I go in the social webbie, there the video of the poor dog's demise is, sprawled all over the interweb, creating a bigger ruckus than a general election in Malaysia. Profiles after profiles are being targeted and headhunted by these keyboard warriors who chant blasphemy behind their plastic cannon and text ammunition. It's really nice to know there are people who cared, or do they?

Let me put it simply. How many of us are really willing to give up a seat for an old lady? I know I did. And I was in KL. The best part? Nobody else did, and someone blatantly threw his bag onto another seat, disregarding the millions around who needed it badly. It was quite a sense of accomplishment for me when the old lady thanked me and said she was very surprised with what I did and said these things seldom happen in KL. I only said "I am from Malacca" to her.

And to the million keyboard warriors out there, how many of you actually treat your pet well? You may, of course, treat your pet better than that unknown guy who killed the poor dog, but how many of you treat yours well enough? I've seen dogs being chained till bruise start to appear on their neck and furs being mangled by the leash due to negligence but of course, dare we sound such situation to the owner? I did, at least. And with that my conscience is clear.

How many of us treat strays nicely? That pooch that died in the video probably got more sympathy and attention because of its breed, but should a smelly stray come whelping into your doorsteps, how many of you do treat it like any other pets should be treated? I know I did. And the gratitude from the dog amuses me all the time, not forgetting the one time he did chase away some immigrants who were hiding at the porch of my house. No I didn't adopt the dog, yes it still lives outside my house, at my porch.

Putting two with two, animals nor humans alike, how many of us do really treat them nicely in the times of need? And most importantly, our parents themselves. The recent Chinese New Year rang my bell heavily, on how much my parents are indeed important to me. I have yet to watch the new Petronas CNY advert but I dare bet, when I do, I too would feel guilty and maybe shed a tear or two.

In conclusion, we are just great pretenders, including myself, as we wear our mask all the time. Ask thy conscience, how true are we with the walk we talk? Happy Chinese New Year, folks.

Hurr~ Boredom makes the mind go wild..

This is really my first time being in the library THIS early in the morning. And DID YOU SEE THAT?!


You didn't? Try looking again.




Yeah, note to self, be in school early next time if you want to get a spot with a plug to power your laptop..

PS : And what the hell are those two guys in yellow doing in the library THAT early in the morning without any laptop??
PPS : Actually, they were chatting.. But for god's sake, even Din's Cafe is a better spot to sit and chat, not the library's top floor!

Flood~ Again~

So.. it was raining like crap the other day. And once again, my area was flooded. Photo evidence to prove I am not lying. XD




Yes... so, what exactly are those dudes at the floodgate doing?

You do the maths. 2

Just posting a little something to make a comparison of how our judiciary undertakes the law lightly.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1325101/Arthur-Kent-sorry-brutal-puppy-attack-exposed-YouTube.html

The RSPCA have confirmed an investigation is ongoing. If convicted , he faces a lifetime ban on keeping animals, six months in prison and a fine of up to £20,000

Yes, now compare this penalty with the one that's imposed in Malaysia which I wrote in the previous post and you will get what I mean.