Sunday, December 21, 2008

Let's FIGHT!

So now the latest hustle and bustle in Racial Town, Malaysia is that whether vernacular schools should exist or not. May I part my point of view on this issue?

Firstly, after 51 years of independence I sincerely do not think anymore vernacular schools should exist. If anything at all, maybe one or two vernacular schools of all races should exist. The end. Period. I don’t understand why are the Chinese still fighting so much on this issue. On one side they want a Bangsa Malaysia but on the other they are fighting for their cultural and history rights. Listen here, if the one’s in America, Australia and UK can move on and associate themselves to the locals there why then are the Chinese and Indians in Malaysia are so stubborn to do it. Why? Their ancestors moved from their origins to Malaysia for a brighter future and I would claim as much that yes they have had a brighter future and will continue to do so. But lets stop looking for a one mighty race supremacy. Lets move on from that and make it all equals.

Now I know the Malays haven’t done much to prove their letting go so why should the others. I would agree as much. Therefore, the Malays too have to let go off things and move on. Why are we still on the issue of NEP’s continuance? I was never the child of this benefit , neither was my parents. Most who benefit all this were from Johor, Pahang and other agriculture states and mind you that these states are not as strong as those where NEP is not in function. So its really sad to see that it did nothing for the people. As far as I knew by constitution, the black and white of the NEP was for all people, of all colours and religions. But it has evolved so much that it has now become only for the Malays and even so it did not bring anyone much far. Of a 100%, probably only 20% attained any success from it. So why then has this NEP thing being prolonged for so long. Behind the curtain, I really have no idea who is minting all the money but certainly someone is. Or a few. Coming from the new generation of citizens of this country, more and more are wanting to let go of the NEP. Most of the educated one’s one equal rights and freedom of speech. I don’t see the reason why the government should deprive other races from obtaining whatever they deemed fit to obtain. Wasn’t it because of a joined effort that’s how we obtained our Independence in the first place? Rather then going forward, the mentality that is being thought to the younger generations is to go back in time. Seriously, what is so mighty about the Malays? Are we God? Do we hold some kind of supernatural powers that defers us from the others? What is so special about the Malays, I want to know! Frankly, if anything through history everyone knows South East Asia is mainly popular because of the Straits of Malacca. But even then it was mainly conquered by the Thai’s and Indonesians. So how then are we so supreme? Ok, Malacca was powerful but if anything it was started off by an Indonesia runaway. And his generations continued to prosper here. So what is so great about the Malays?

Malays, for me, does not have a definition. How can you define Malay? He is Muslim? That isn’t fair. How can all Malays are Muslim but not all Muslims are Malays? No Malay in Malaysia is pure, somewhere somehow they are definitely a mix, either with Arab, Indian, Chinese, Siamese, Indonesian (mainly) and from Europe. So how do you define Malay then? Shouldn’t we stop procrastinating and focus on something more beneficial for the country? Rather then special rights enshrined in the Constitution shouldn’t we focus on opportunities for all and greater racial integration. But firstly, if there’s separation on the issue of education language then how is there to be independence?

Many claim and scream at the top of their lungs, you don’t need to conform to one language to reach unity. Seriously, I think they need to rethink that statement over. If we can’t come to a stage to speak one language properly then how are we going to interact to one another? With sign language? Wouldn’t that too mean conforming to a type of communication? Listen people. To reach unity, one particular language should remain supremacy. At the same time, the right to learn other language shall not be infringed but it should be put to the point that that shall remain a choice for the people and that it is not to be put in General Education. If they think China’s going to rule the world, why then are many Chinese from China are gearing up in full barrels to learn English? I don’t see what’s wrong in learning the Malay language. If you talk about vernacular schools, everyone knows that it means learning the subjects all in the one particular races of language. That would be not fair and that would be so racist. Don’t you think studying either in English or Malay is better? Neither does it feel racist or supreme of anything. Just like if you were in Spain and there are Chinese there you definitely will have to study the subjects in Spanish, no qualms about it. Why here then?

Today in Straits and Sun there was a whole section just devoted on this issue. I’ll leave the government to decide, but at the end I do hope they see the education benefit of it and not for cultural and language supremacy reasons. For the same reason, this whole issue is for the benefit of the future generation and race issue beign brought up ever so often its like fighting with our own selves.

Either way, my children can be home schooled by me since I will teach them in Malayalam.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Events to not forget and Events trying hard to forget

Finally I am back. But sadly I was sick last week and this week again. My sickness is a very funny sick actually. I am not describing it here, thank you very much. I went for a wedding and an engagement, one in KL the other in Ipoh. It was so tiring yet so fun. Met all my cousins and my aunts and uncles, it was fun. My cousin looked beautiful in a partial Malayali saree. The wedding was fairly simple, nothing grand. The night before we all met up at her house for a dinner thrown by her father, its a culture thing. So you see it was a Saturday night and me and my family left in the morning, but we had a flat tyre on the highway(my first experience) then we got out for a while. Stopped for food and refreshments and finally arrived in KL after 7 hours, for something that takes 4 hours. But it was a fun trip. My beloved cousin was here with us in the car. He made the whole mood so light and fun. Then we met up with his parents who were in KL earlier then us, by 1 hour actually. Then we followed them all the way to my cousins house in (of course) some hosh-posh place up the hill at Sungai Buloh. So you see us kids and parents thought we were there for some small miniature family gathering that had no resonance whatsoever. We wore clothes that was comfortable for a 4 hour ride, that which bytheway if you haven't notice took 7. So whatever was comfort was left as trashy clothes. And you know how comfort clothes are never nice. But heck, we were tired and it was already 7pm. We reached the place, got down and tried to press out those overly huge frills on our clothes, a little powder touch up, hair combing and hoping and wishing we smell good enough, we strut ourselves into the porch in shabs and well, rags.

Of course it was a small party, why then would there be tents? Right? OK, breathe. We walked in and at the same time, then suddenly my uncle's side of people streched their car right in front of the porch. Of course we were(if I may put it this way) "jet lagged" after the whole journey. We didn't give two-hoots how they got out of their car, with the posh Gold Audi and the wind blowing right in the face, but of course God made it great by letting it rain just then. Woohoo!! There two unfamiliar faces, then another three, further small gnomes came running out and two woman and then another man and another. It went out until 3 pairs of family made their presence there with a set of grandma and grandad for the added spice. My family were four pairs. Not that much though. Although, when you compare with the kids, they were just mere toddlers. I mean the oldest was still clutching to his mom and he's like what 21? Well out of all of the Brady bunch, only one was looking quite good. That too was because he was wearing good clothes. Seriously,. the people there O-M-G. The women were wearing flashy Punjabi suits with shining sequence and the some of the children were wearing clothes as if they were going clubbing(mainly two actually, but its always more then one, as I say). But of course that's where it stops, the small girls we wearing simple house hold clothes and their fathers were of course, in traditional Kurta tops and some with working Shirts. It was a fairly bit small party with nothing high five. But I was in rage. Actually me and all my cousins. We were expecting like shabby dressed people arriving and making their presence but this people took it a notch by wearing flashy materials. My young cousin bro and me were standing at the door like some dumb shits waiting for something to happen. Then all of a sudden, the lovely auntie across the hallway called her boys, which were like 6 of them(ranging from gnomes to bigger gnomes[OK not that bad]). So they all came with this big style of theirs shaking our hands and saying their names and we introduced ourselves too. I said my name wrongly(Oh don't mock me!) because the stupid that I am, I was nervous. That happens to me to everyone new I meet. After the whole ice-breaking session they walked off and we just sat there. All my cousins then followed suit and gathered at one corner which was at the entrance of the house a.k.a the door, for a moment I guess all of us just forgot our do's and dont's. Unlike those timid church mouse side of my uncles who are just giggled and chuckled away, us cousins were having a blast, bitching and talking about well *ehem* stuffs. Then I just look at those gnomes there, turned to cousin brother and whispered "...they'll cry tomorrow...". He looked at me, noticed my evil-cold glare and agreed. Let them have this miserable day to themselves. We'll show what we have tomorrow.

So the next day came, the big wedding ceremony that took place in a temple in Jalan Ipoh. It was a quaint little place. Although, the hall that they took to walk was long. Really long. The food was delicious. It was totally vegetarian. Me and my young lil' cousin decided to buy the same 'jeepa'(male Indian clothes. That's when he stayed with us for a week. It was nice set of clothes. We got it cheap) and coincidentally my sister and my cousin sister(my young cousin brothers sister) bought the same 'lengga'(another female Indian clothes) in the same colour. Coincidence, mind you. But it was really nice seeing the both of them, they looked really gorgeous. My sister of course was the better half. And a guy flirted with her(Yay for you!).My another cousin sister wore a beautiful long 'lengga' in a dark purple top and bright pink bottom. Mom wore this beautiful saree that I chose that gave a beauty of Malayali that will take the other ladies a run for their lives. Dad wore a simple working top. My aunt wore a glittering orange and black saree that made her look like a model of the runway catwalk. Her husband, my friendly uncle wore a long red 'jeepa'. Well, the thing is we all looked just as gorgeous as anything can be. Bright colours here and there but with the constant Malyali thing to fall back on we all looked really nice. I loved how we look. We look like a billion dollars. I cant put the pictures here now, mainly because I haven't downloaded it on my notebook yet. Patience people.

Oh bytheway, the other side of my uncle's side were now in shabs and rags.Looked like the table took one heckuva spin. It was comforting to know that we looked better then all of them even if they were combined and multiplied by a million. They were wearing this simple rubbish red kurtha's that made them look older then my dead grandad whose 6 feet under(bless his soul). None of them looked Malayali that day. All looked like Tamil-lians. Not that it was bad but it was a Malayali wedding and they are Malayali's. Haven't they heard of the saying " dress for the occasion"? Talk about KL life style. Looks like us in Penang and Ipoh knows how to get heads turning, all they did was getting themselves mistaken as the janitors of the temple(if they have on that is). Furious is beyond what I am getting at. It was wedding for Pete's sake. Your own bloody cousins sister's wedding. At least where something that proves you are part of the wedded family. With yellow crocs sandal that looks so fake at the first look and bright cheap blue jeans and a dark cloudy maroon jeepa, frankly my maid dressed up better then them. But I guess, that's how partying in KL is. Fashion for the smalls one's and rags for the big one's.

Anyways, at the end of the day it was a sweet wedding done. We were all cam whoring with one another. Oh, there was a hot girl who gave me 'the' look but I just have her a flirted look and walked off. Sometimes, the mood has to be there. We left for home right after that. It was a good experience.

For the engagement on the other hand, that was a D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R. The only one who looked nice was my of course engaged cousin(that too because I told her to take off the thick golden belt around her waist) and another cousin of mine. I was busy putting up chairs and tables and flagging of table clothes all over. It was an experience all right, but it was DISASTER still. My younger cousin and his brother were helping so much. Alot of things wouldn't have been done if it wasn't because of them. It was in Ipoh bytheway. In the house. You can imagine the heat, lack of oxygen and bright yellow lights. The food was bad and some people were already hallucinating under the 'spotlights' and most, like me, was sweating profusely like a pig. Another event that will not go off my mind, as much as I want too. My cousin is coming again to stay with me next week for a week. Woohoo!!! This time my eldest uncle is following for a two week stay as his wife flew off to India to purge her sins, although I don't think God will forgive her much. But anyways, I do'nt hope for another Taj Mahal bombing happening wherever she goes ;)

Monday, December 8, 2008

ILL

I am tired, exhausted, in pain and everything else under the tree. I have fallen ill yesterday. No idea what happened. One morning I just woke up with this terrible stomach pain and I cant move. Now, I am still the same. Just had lunch. Disgustng porridge. No idea which nut evented porridge. Arrgh, I hate it. Anyways, ate half the bowl and I feel like puking out. Yesterday, I went out for late dinner with my boys at Old Town in E-gate. It was of corse, normal. Although, tantrums were thrown initially. But then we were ok later. Met my two ex-collegues from my previous Starbucks working place. Didnt know both of them smoked. Oh well, its their life. I need to rest now...bye

Friday, December 5, 2008

PHEW....

Ah, this whole week is so tiring. I cant seem to read my Donald Trump book anymore. I cant seem to sit at home and cook healthy meals no more, I cant seem to sit down and watch my favourite shows, I cant seem to do anything. I have work, work, and more work. Then its off seeing friends, then shopping with my cousin, then class. Then I have parties to attend. Few birthday invitations, Xmas invitations,wedding and engagement invitations and night outs. I dont know when will I be able to be online next as I will be in KL this weekend. This would be my last blog for now

So, off to my glamorous yet humble life!

BYE!!!

Fatwa - YOGA

The fatwa about the recent yoga practice is a total mockery of the country's independence on human rights and the muslims rights. Who in the right frame of mind would reject the application of yoga in Malaysian Muslims life just because they assume that it will reduce our faith in God.

1)Yoga in Malaysia as far as I know does not have anything to do with prayers or chantings that is related to the Hindu religion.

2)I dont know where do this fatwa Dr.'s and so-called Proffesors put their brains when they do any research on this matter. Fatwa is something that quite a number of Muslims in Malaysia do follow heed. The ridiculous thing is that hey dont seem to do anything detailed or witha any precautions.Now they come up with this ridiculous rule saying that it will reduce our faith, 'akidah'.

3)What are we Muslims in Malaysia that stupid??? We cant even talke care of our own faith that just by some yoga classes and practices we will automatically become non-Muslim anymore and straightaway convert into Hindu-ism? I want to have a chat to those people if there are any on this point. How fragile do think our faith is? How come they always think that Muslims in this country, their faith erodes faster then you can say "STOP!"?

4)The next big question is: where will this fatwa take us on to now? And what should we do? Sit and wait for further humiliting and ridiculous fatwa's to be made or should we move on and continue doing what we normally do and still be proper Muslims at the same time?

5)Being a Muslim, I always feel proud that I can explain things to people who do not see the silver lining in the religion and how truly beautiful and calming Islam can be. Sadly, day by day this idiots come up with some rigid and colonial rules claiming its the best for the Muslim community and all hail its rule. What age do this "Proffesors" think they live in? Theirs? Theirs died 10 years ago. Now, if you want to come with something that is as big as this, you would think that they would do it with more thought and common sense. But of course, coming from places and time where they think everyone are all illiterate and probabaly dumb, they assume doing what they always think is bets without the proper work would as usually become a fantastic fatwa. Well news for you Mister's, ITS NOT!. You people are making mockery of the Malaysians.

I have no idea wheres the journey ending or even when. But i just hope it ends soon.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

ALL THINGS TO BE DONE AND THAT I HAVE DONE

I know I have been off the blog circuit for so long. Gosh, I cant believe it was so long. I cant help it people. I was so busy. And I will be more busy soon. Its the whole December season. I cant help it. I am not boasting. But its true. Lets see:

1) Continuous baking.
-One fruit cake for a Lady.
-Then I had an order for a Birthday Party Cake. A Triple Layer
Carrot Vegetarian Cake.
-Cupcake's for my Mom's friend.

2) I have got more baking to do. Since Xmas is nearing. I have got those cute cupcakes with deco's to do. Then more fruit cake orders. And more cake orders.

3) It was Britney Spears Birthday yesterday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRITNEY!!! and my friend Iori who is in my class, Happy Birthday Iori

4)I am now working in Tesco Penang in a shop called Papparoti. Its a wonderful place, that sells awesome Mexican bun. I would suggest everyone to buy this bun ONLY from TESCO PENANG.

5)Classes are killing me. I will be having night classes very soon. Then I am also having extra class on other class days.

6)Last week on the 22/11/2008, I had this whole drama because I had to go to KL at ATC KL for my PTPTN interview. Let me tell you something. There was no interview. All they did was asked me to give them the documents which I already posted to ATC KL. And then to have my thumb print coordinated with my IC. It was the stupidest thing. I was there for hours. Left Penang at 12am. I reached KL about 5.30am. Hanged out at MCD in Pudu and just waited for the sun to come up. I did nothing. I of course was with a group of friend of 12. Then we went to the college. And did some minor changes to our documents and just waited for our turn. My problem was the date on the documents which were conflicting with my entry date. Screaming happened and crying happened(Don't ask). Some students there had to an Amazing Race ATC because they had to go all the way to Kelana Jaya and Petaling Jaya and got this commissioners oath's chop and some had to print stuffs which costed them more $35. They had to take the LRT then the taxi then walking. And all over again. Trust me, there was blood, sweat, and tears. I am not exaggerating. It was a whirlwind there. Lucky for me, I stood as the audience and counsellor. Thing is, although I wasted a lot of my time. I made friends, I knew people better and I learned to appreciate what I have. I came back the same day. I left at 5pm and reached Juru, Penang at 10.30pm. It was a tiring journey all in all but it was an experience I wouldn't change.

7)This week my cousin is here at my home for a week and I am forcing him to stay another week. Its so fun having him here. I feel so alive. He is my mone, Anil. He is 15 this year. He has sat for his PMR. He is waiting for his results which will come out at the end of this year.

8)Job in Papparoti is fun but I am coming back late every night. I am back minimum 11.30pm. Gosh, I have got to learn how to juggle my time.

9) All my friends want to meet me, since everyone has flown back from wherever they were. I am trying to squeeze in my time with theirs, but it just seems impossible. But I know I can do it.

10) Then I have one cousins wedding coming up this weekend. Then the next weekend is my another cousins engagement. So that means no class attendance for me. Haha.

11)Last week was a massive beach party that Ms.Carol organised. It was awesome. anyone who wishes to see the pictures do go to my facebook and see it. Everyone from the committee was doing well. They were awesome aforesome! The party was so fun. People around the place were snapping our pictures and staring at us and some even talked to us. It was a party that rocked!

12) My friend suggested a Xmas Party next. Before we leave the college for our break. That is a good suggestion. And Ms.Carol kept on asking about theme for it. I cant imagine any theme for a Xmas Party. Anyways, I love the whole idea and I intend to be part of it. So lets see how that works.

*PHEW* I have been through so much in the last two weeks and I am suppose to last for another two weeks. Wow. OK, lets see how it goes. I will try to blog more often.

New Fatwa's

Makin hari umat Islam makin ditindas dan dikongkong. Bukan oleh orang Cina, atau orang India atau orang Yahudi atau orang Kristian. Tetapi dianiya dan dikongkong oleh orang Islam/Melayu sendiri. Please read on.


Selepas fatwa pengharaman yoga, fatwa-fatwa yang akan datang adalah seperti berikut :


Disember 2008
Orang Islam dilarang mandi di kolam renang awam. Di kolam renang awam, akan terdapat orang-orang yang bukan Islam yang memakai pakaian renang yang singkat dan mendedahkan aurat (terutamanya amoi-amoi china yang cun dan seksi). Ini boleh menjejaskan akidah orang Islam. Cara yang paling baik ialah kita haramkan orang Islam dari kolam renang awam.

Januari 2009
Orang Islam dilarang pergi ke Pulau Pinang. Ketua Menteri Pulau Pinang adalah seorang yang bukan Islam and majoriti penduduk Pulau Pinang adalah orang yang bukan Islam. Apabila seorang Islam berada di Pulau Pinang, beliau mungkin terhidu bau char keoy tiaw yang dimasak oleh orang bukan Islam dan ini boleh merosakkan akidah kita. Cara yang paling baik ialah kita haramkan orang Islam dari pergi ke Pulau Pinang. Orang Islam yang kini tinggal di Pulau Pinang akan diberi elaun pindah sebanyak RM 3000 untuk membantu mereka berpindah ke negeri-negeri yang lain. Perpindahan ke negeri Kelantan dan Terengganu amat amat digalakkan.

Februari 2009
Orang Islam dilarang meminum root beer. Walaupun root beer tidak mengandungi alkohol, namun perkataan "beer" ini boleh menimbulkan keghairan dan kelakuan tidak senonoh di kalangan orang Islam. Dengan pengharaman root beer, orang Islam bolehlah meminum minuman ringan yang lain tanpa was-was. Ginger beer juga diharamkan.

March 2009
Orang Islam dilarang memakan di kedai Mamak. Walaupun mamak kebanyakkannya Islam, tetapi asal usul mereka adalah India dan ada kemungkinan terdapat unsur-unsur India di dalam perniagaan mereka seperti bercakap Tamil dan memakai seluar dalam buatan India. Untuk mengelakkan sebarang syak wasangka, mulai 1 Mac 2009, orang Islam dilarang dari memakan di kedai mamak (kecuali Tun Mahatir kerana dia sendiri mamak kelas I)

April 2009
Orang Islam dilarang bermain ping pong atau table tennis. Ping pong berasal dari negeri China dan oleh yang demikian, mungkin terdapat unsur-unsur agama Buddha atau Confuciusism di dalam permainan ping pong. Ornag Islam yang terlalu banyak bermain ping pong akan terjejas akidah mereka. Sebagai permainan alternatif, orang Islam digalakkan bermain sepak raga (tetapi bola raga mesti buatan Malaysia, bukan dari Thailand).

Mei 2009
Orang Islam yang berkerja dengan kerajaan dilarang mengambil gaji masing-masing. Ini kerana sebahagian besar pendapatan kerajaan adalah cukai pendapatan yang dibayar oleh syarikat-syarikat orang bukan Islam. Orang Islam digalakkan meminta sedekah dari orang Islam yang lain. Untuk memudahkan permintaan sedekah, bakal peminta sedekah digalakkan mencangkung di hadapan bangunan UMNO.


Jun 2009
Orang Islam dilarang keluar negara. Terdapat terlalu banyak godaan yang boleh meruntuhkan akhlak dan akidah orang Islam. Perkara ini telahpun dikaji dengan teliti hasil lawatan sambil belajar ke Bangkok oleh Majlis Fatwa Kebangsaan baru-baru ini. Oleh yang demikian, orang orang Islam diminta menyerahkan balik paspot masing-masing ke jabatan immigresen secepat mungkin. Perjalanan keluar negara hanya dibenarkan untuk menteri-menteri dan orang kuat UMNO sahaja, itupun hanya jika diiringi oleh ahli Majlis Fatwa Kebangsaan.


Julai 2009
Orang Islam dilarang berfikir di waktu siang. Kebanyakkan masalah jenayah dan maksiat wujud kerana orang-orang yang tak ada kerja berfikir yang bukan-bukan. Untuk membenteras maslah jeneyah dan maksiat, orang-orang Islam mulai 1 Julai 2009, dilarang dari menggunakan otak mereka diwaktu siang. Pemikiran mereka akan dipantau oleh Majlis Fatwa Kebangsaan dengan menggunakan sekumpulan specially trained monkeys. Orang Islam boleh menggunakan otak mereka di waktu malam tetapi pemikiran dihadkan kepada perkara-perkara berkaitan dengan makan dan minum sahaja.




Please do not laugh. Many of the above will become a reality if we do not do anything. The rational-thinking muslims in this country are simply not doing anything. We let a very small minority of narrow-minded idiots to control our lives. Especially the Malay muslims, are fast becoming a laughing stock worldwide. We are obsessed with the little little things.

When there are so many important things remain to be done, why must the Fatwa folks spend their time on little things.. tomboys, yoga, etc, etc. Why don't we ever hear anything from the Fatwa folks for social justice, eradicating corruption and poverty, protecting single mothers, helping the poors, educating the ummah, protecting the environment or ensuring fairness in society.

If you are a rationale, forward thinking muslim, please speak up. If you choose to remain silent, it only means that you agree with whatever is happening. And do not blame the non-muslims for all our troubles. We are asking for it.



-from another source-

Thursday, November 20, 2008

THE AMAZING RACE ASIA SEASON 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So my good friends A-Levels examinations are finally over. They would no more be studying for anything related to A-Levels. I wish them all the best for their results and their future undertakings now. Let me tell you, all of them have interesting ideas. Fashion empire, NGO for so many causes, flight attendent and God knows what else. Well have fun guys!


For me, I ended it June this year, never looked back a second and now venturing in my degree for Law. I dont know if this what I was born to do, but I am enjoying it.



Anyways, the reason I wrote this is to scream about the winner of The Amazing Race Asia Season 3(TARA S3)!!!!!WOOHOO!!!!If anyone does not know what this is, its the similar competition in America which is The Amazing Race. What this people do is, go to many countries around the world and try to accomplish a task to move on to another task which will take them to a whole different place. Friendship, loyalty, trust, and love are all tested here. Anyone hjoining this should be mentally, physically and emotionally strong. The winner for the past two seasons were MALAYSIAN!!!! This is the first time the Malaysians came on third and the winner is an all boys team and from Hong Kong(whatever Prash). I would like to congratulate Vince & Sam for winning this race like true champions. For the runner up, Geoff & Tish from Phillipines( I am guessing) thank you for entertaining us. ALthough, my whole family and most of my friends hatedf you Geoff but we cant deny, none the both of ya'll, there wouldnt be any source of entertainment for the show.

IDA & TANIA!!!!!I am so proud of you!!Please dont think that Malaysians are not proud of you. If anything we are full of pride knowing Malaysians will always be at the top for anything and that we are a bunch of helpful, considerate and excellent at team-work. And you showed it all. All the previous Malaysian teams have excellent team-work effort, and you are not left behind in that area. I know if you had not taken the wrong flight, the both of you would have reached first! Sadly, but not to worry. You both rocked!!!I was so inspired on how you both were at the last leg of the race. There was no tear, no looking-back, no regerets. You both were just seaping every moment of it, as if it were the best. I am honoured to be a Malaysian. Seeing all the previous Malaysian teams inclusive of this season, I have immense pride and respect for participants and for Malaysia. I have no idea whether many share my views, but I dont care.

YOU ROCK IDA & TANIA!!!!

(Last night, my friend and I were talking on our mobile and we were discussing about the TARA and he was telling me how it was now trying to get in excellent shape to be part of the game someday. He then told me he wanted to do it with me. And he added, "...but you have to loose more weight" and I replied "Look at AD & Fuzzie. She was fat but they manage top 4". And then he said "Yeah".

"When are we registering?")

Marriage for me



You know I have been so busy, I havent had the time to blog much. Classes, baking orders, exams, family. I tell you its so hectic. But I somehow manage to squeeze my time to blog today. I have a question for myself.

Will I ever get married?

I dont know how to answer that. I do wish someday to get married. But to live with someone my whole life? To be in bed with just one woman? Well its not like I am 'womanizer' who has bedded many women. But I dont know whether the whole being with one person is ok. But then again, being with many or constant changing is not what I want.

Do you really feel tied down after a marriage? To many asians, marriage is marrying into the family of the other, be it love-marriage or arange-marriage. That's why I dont want to get tied down like that. But thats hard. Having said that, I dont know if marrying a non-asian person would be the same or different. For me marriage is something you share everything with, the whole christian sense of "through health and sicknes, in bad and good till death do us apart" is so marvellous. Although, I as Muslim do not get the chance to say all this but I think I will still say to whomever I marry to.

The whole gender thing I am leaving it blank here. I guess I dont have a say in that. I truly believe its God's will. But definitely I know what kind of person I will get married too.

For me whether its love marriage or arrange marriage I am not sure. I wish it could be love-mariage but I dont know. No love found yet. I guess, that is again not for me to ponder or wonder. But ever since I was small reading cheesy love novels (yes I do read love novels) by Sidney Sheldon, Jeffry Archer and sorts the whole thing gets into me. I want to be in those deep deep dreamy love tales. I want to have a tale on my own. Someday where I can this love tale to my children and grandchildren. Have you ever dreamt of that kind of love? Where when you bathe, the water doesnt shi
eem to be wet enough,when you eat the water doesnt seem full enough, when you sleep you'd never be able to sleep well. This is a malay saying.

But marriage leads to alot of problems. Conflicts, disagreements and envy. Well nowadays people are more sensitive towards things. Not many are able to take things lightly and every single thing is a law, every thing leads to fights. The style of bringing up the kids will clash, be it boy or girl. The way to decorate the house will be different. The things to buy. The thing to do. I tell you after marriage things always change. Its very rare, for things to remain the same.

For me I want all kinds of marriage. Being Malay in Malaysia I must have a Malay wedding. But I also want to have a Indian style wedding. I want to have a christian style of wedding. Omit the priest only. I want a garden, beach, spring, winter, autumn,hotel style, over the top and simple wedding. I know it may be too much to ask, I know it may be too little to ask.,I also want the wedding to be done in other countries. Well I have alot of ideas. Dont let me get started. What I just mentioned was just tip of the ice berg.

Anyways, I do not know where I see myself in 10 years to come. But marriage is not on my mind now. I just want to be in a few relationships as possible, and learn from its mistakes.

Period.

(African tribe style would be exotic!)

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Mumtaj's ON THE AIR

So I was flipping through today's newspaper and I came across this title called "New Women" by Mumtaj Begum.

So there she went on criticising a new on slot show that's called "Big Shots". She goes on to tell that the guys in this show are portraying that man has lost their places. She keeps on going by saying that the guys here are straight so they do not see the kind of audience that the show intends to cater too.

Its so interesting to note, that this movie critic is stating something that is rather quite awkwardly wrong. I mean how many of us have watched so many chick-flicks that we are bored of it? If its not Gossip Girl, 90210, Gilmore Girls its what then? 40 year old menopaused women who are to busy thinking about their shoes and their sod love/marriage life like Sex and the City or Lipstick Jungle. I am a male junkie and I do love the whole chick-flick scene, but sometimes I do wish to watch something that I can relate to as a male. That I am comfortable watching without thinking, damn that girls not wearing her bra or that he shouldn't have kissed her so soon. I do want to watch shows that portray men has feelings too, as cheesy as it may sound, the fact is, men too have feelings and issues that we need to talk too. And car, girls and sports is not all we do discuss.

"Womenfolk would most probably be turned off by these characters' constant yapping about their feelings and who(and what) drives them crazy". Doesn't this line sounds so familiar? Aren't all women like that? The constant yapping that leads to the breakdown of a marriage. The constant yapping that gets most men raged and furious. Seeing it, that it has yet to register in to the grey matters of Mumtaj, she doesn't know that women are the constant irritator. Having said that, at least this tells that women gets put off if a man talks all day long, don't you think men too(and mostly yes) gets put off when women talk all day long. Although that has been practices for so so long, a change is a needed. And since "A change has come-Obama", its good if something different is shown to public. So maybe women should learn how to keep their mouths and to keep it at where it belongs and cease to open it. Because, if according to Mumtaj hopes and dreams, silent and strong men and yapping women makes a perfect couple. No wonder we see alot of divorce and murder cases happening in families, we now know where the idea derives from.

She goes on to say that "for goodness sake, they don't even chat about sports; not once." First of all, has she watched ALL the episodes? Second, does not talking about sports makes you a lesser man then others? "Apparently modern men scrutinise their indiscretions, and their marriage in minute detail. Oh, where have all the cowboys gone?" Frankly, to me, this lady has to be sent back to medieval times. Here in the 21st century when women are fighting so hard for their rights and their respect in a family, where people around the world are trying to get man to be more involved in their family welfare then just leaving it to the wife to do it all, where every one's hoping for man to be more sensitive to women's feelings and are more approachable. Here, this women goes on talking about cowboys and how its wrong to talk about marriage. I am guessing this women has either a bad marriage or is not married at all. If this movie is trying to show the true sense of modern man and in one way or rather trying to educate the younger men to be more willful to their partners, then I see no harm in a man being that way. Heck, I would applaud that man.

Mumtaj says the actors "are just transparently fake". So which actor or actress aren't? Looking at her moronic example, I am guessing for a "avid" movie(all the likes) watcher she doesn't watch Lipstick Jungle does she? Three menauposing women who are in the prime of their lives who talk nothing but fashion, love, sex, and spends no more then five minutes in their office(one has the office in her own house) thinking about fashion, love and sex and then back to the whole drama again. For someone who is expected to know what food she's chewing, Mumtaj's merely spitting out rubbish. I never liked this lady. Not because of who she is and what not, but because I never found her criticism to be anything but stupidly wrong. She gives credit when there's none to give, and spares the rod when theres aplenty to be said for. There's this other guy that Star Publications's hire, Alan or Alex or something. Now, he atleast knows his work. When he criticises, at least I know he is right and although some points may differ, but that's expected. This man shows his knowledge and debates out his point on logic. But this lady know two hoots about what shes talking and relates it mostly to her daily dosage of fantasies and wonderland(my apologies to Alice). I even go on to wonder why does Star even bother hiring her still. They would save alot on their money if they fire here. I don't judge this merely by my own thoughts. I do discuss with my friends, relatives and parents about the movie and I read out her views. NOT ONE have ever agreed with her. If to say she has helped to increase the movie go-ers for indie films would be lying to say so. Her criticism are barely healthy for good Hollywood films, what more if its locally. Look, I am not telling her to be bias or anything like that, but I just find that Mumtaj does not know(most of the time) what shes jabbering about and that's really sad as it makes a mockery of our movie criticiser(if there's such a thing). If Miss Mumtaj finds herself worthy as a good critique and that shes good in her movie knowledge, then maybe she should volunteer herself as a judge to the Cannes or something, that's if they want her.

I don't know much about this show to begin with, but at least if I know it was something men should watch and learn from I am more then willing to lend a help in promoting it. Coming from a women, Mumtaj has failed to acknowledge something that could have been great for her gender. If I were a woman, wouldn't I be happy if my man would worry about the marriage the way I do? Wont I be happy if he thinks about the cash shortage like I do? Wont I be happy knowing that my man is not cheating on me but actually worrying about the tinniest detail about our marriage? If Mumtaj wants her silent and strong man who drinks beer all day long, rubs his belly and farts in the house while waiting for her to come back home after a hard-days work to microwave her frozen ready-made meal and have a dirty sleazy sex, then well with all due respect she may go and find such a man and marry him. For me, if I were a woman, I rather have a Big Shot then a Cowboy at any given moment.

Well I guess, different people have different views. Although she does say that "the series acknowledges that men too have feelings, they get hurt and are not boorish pigs", but from her article I think she wants men to be like that. Its only then they are called MEN. Again, I would like to extend my humble point of view here. The Star Publications should either move her to another section of the newspaper or cease to work for your company. Anything as long as we movie watchers and go-ers do not have sit through and read mind numbing criticism's that are not worth our iota's to read upon.

One last thing she said is "As stereotypical as it may sound, here's hoping that the days of silent and strong men are not totally over. Because seeing heterosexual men turning into the "new women" is quite a painful experience". As much as I would like to trash her on this sentence, I think I have only one thing to say about this: She must have been drunk and sober about her sad life and her sad man when she wrote this. You are prayed for tonight, Mumtaj.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

My secret Ambition

As I sit down and write this I constantly wonder what I would like to write today. When my laptop's not with me, I have so many things floating in my mind thzt I wish I can immediately write down. But alas, it doesnt work that way. Now as I type this down, I am frankly blank in my mind. I dont see a topic that I can write about.

Now I have something in mind.

I have a dream-Martin Luther King.

That man has a dream, not of my reach but something for his people. I too have a dream. My dream is not to see justice and fairness and being judged by character etc. My dream is big. I have my secret dream. Here, dream I mean is ambition. Boy, do I have a secret ambition. I am guessng many people have that. I dotnt think all doctors wished they were doctors or road sweepers dream of sweeping floors. I would not like to state my secret dream here, because then it wont be a secret anymore right? I have my sights on my dream. I know I can do well. But I have so many things stoping me. My family, my education and mainly, my self. My inner me wants to break loose, go crazy and just like taking a rented a car and driving all the way to Vegas. But my outer me, the harder shell always comes me down and tells me that things will fall in place as it may have it.

I am 19. I no longer know when "things will fall in place" anymore. Age is a bening factor in any industry. I do want to study, I do want to be a lawyer, but my heart, mind and body wants something else. I dont know whether will I ever be able to be "it" or join "it", but its something I want to do. I dont know, my family constantly things I wont do well, so does all of my friends. Not one has been positive unless to suck up to me or pretends to be nice. Genuine thoughts are so hard to come by. I wonder whether my secret ambition will alwyas remain a secret never known. Someone one said that, "when you're the drive of a car, if you dont press the gas pedal, it will not move". It sounds so well thought, but I wonder if I were to press the gas pedal, will the car move to fast?Will the car explode?Or will someone pull the brakes immediately?

I am a hard thinker. When I want something I look at all sides. Sometimes I wonder whether my weaknes is that, but when I look at it again, it could be my strength because I make sure its perfect in always. But I guess, if its meant to be, its meant to be and nothing can change it. All we may hope is the best. I have occasionally mentioned it to my parents, but to no avail have I received a response positive enough to make me move my ass towards achieveing it. Everything is all laid down by my parents. Its just for me to follow the road taken. I dont like taking the road not taken, I am anti-risk. But once in awhile, I want to experience the queer life. I want to know, what is it like being in that road. It might not be all pefect and tared, but it sure beats the boringness I would receive if I were to take the other. In life, if you want to be successful in your career, family, health, you have to mean it. You have to enjoy it. You can not regret it any point of time. Maybe thats a little hard put, but thats the core of it. I dont know whether law is my passion. I dont know whether I will be happy doing it. I may be successful in it, but living it as if its the best thing I can do in my life? I think not.

Of course at this age, everyone says I have a choice. I can still choose. But frankly, I dont know whether I have that luxury. Maybe I would. Maybe if I try hard enough, push hard enough, rebel hard enough I might make my secret dream/ambition to come true.

One thing for sure, it will not be tomorrow.

Haih.....

Monday, November 10, 2008

November 9

I always thought the number '9' was such an auspicious number to me. Sadly, I am not so sure now. Its so awkward. The number that I always have some luck with has now had God showing me that luck might always be there and that it could just be mere numbers.

Do you know what happened?

I met with an accident yesterday. But do you know where? Right exactly oppsite my house. There was a pre-Xmas gathering at my front neighbour house and they had many cars parked everywhere.

So that night at 10.30pm my aunt called me to go and get some food from her house. I was abit reluctant, but an Aunt is still an Aunt. So I got wore my shorts to over my boxers and when into my car, and reversed it slowly. It all happened so fast.

I am not sure whether my radio was so loud that I couldnt here the censor signal of my car or whether the signal was not functioning. I reversed, I think I was too fast and I just hit the green Isawara at the door of his left hand passeneger. It was such a huge dent. As huge as a size of a foot ball. I was so nervous, I nearly cried. But I carried myself with "glitz and glamour". I got out of the car, looked at my Dad and he told me "Its ok, you can go". And I asked him are you sure, and he said yes. I looked at my mom and she just gave me a blank stare. So typical of moms. I got in the car and drove off. Of course, I was on sticks and stones when I was in the car. I was like a nervous wreck. I think I nearly cried.

When to my auntie's house, paid my dew's, got the food and rushed back home, thinking about the worst of scenarious.

1)I would go to jail.
2)I would have to fist-fight witht the neighbour for wrecking his car.
3)My 'P' license would get pulled back.
4)My parents will ground me from the usage of cars and I will never drive till I am 40 and still a virgin.
5)I would have to move out of the house, be a hobo, become a drug-dealer and lead a very dangerous and sad grimful life.

Alas, I wen back home and all was well. It was as if I just had a bad dream. Although the car was still there, and so was the "football" dent, my parents were inside watching TV. I came in with much grace, and performed a "Parvati character from Devdas" at that moment onwards. I fell to the ground, put my face into my hands, and acted out some crying scenes. I looked up all sad and messed up, I gave this puppy-dog eyes to my mom and dad and told them it was an accident and I did not it was there. My mom said I was lying and she went on talking about the way I drive and how she knew this day would come(no wonder she was come and composed as Margaret Thatcher). I quickly went in to the room, grabbed my mobile and called Calvin. That bastard hanged me up. So I called Mithu. Boy, was he a savior!

He made me laugh, and he told me about his accidents and how I shouldnt be worying about it least bit, god I love him. And he's the one who introduced me to the word 'glitz and glamour' in carrying myself. I tell you if I had not talked to him, I would have most probably dried up like a fig.

I got out of the room and mom told me to be honest and tell the car owner. When he came out, I told my dad, he got up and by the time he went out the Iswara was gone. Well, we couldnt do anything. Mom was raving on and on about God and his wrath and how we should have told the guy, he might have been in need or something. But you know what happened?

I turned into Oprah at that moment, looked at my Mom and told her "I could have actually been the savior of his life, maybe it was meant for me to knock his car, so that it'll save his life."

She stared at me. Rest her case and when to sleep. I was very much guilt-ridden and guilt-felt. So to ease it, I took my pillows, bolster, blanket and when it to my moms room, closed the door.



Confession: The accident has showed me that it can happen at my own "backyard". It took me an instant to know that it was God's way of telling me I should always be careful and that I am doing something wrong, mainly in the way I drive. I cannot challenge him adn take things for granted. Today it could have just been material, next it could be limbs and nerves. We never know. I am now a more humble and careful person when it comes to my driving.

---------------------------------BUT THE REST REMAINS BITCHY-------------------------

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I Have A Dream - Rev. Martin Luther King

In 1950's America, the equality of man envisioned by the Declaration of Independence was far from a reality. People of color — blacks, Hispanics, Asians — were discriminated against in many ways, both overt and covert. The 1950's were a turbulent time in America, when racial barriers began to come down due to Supreme Court decisions, like Brown v. Board of Education; and due to an increase in the activism of blacks, fighting for equal rights.

Martin Luther King, Jr., a Baptist minister, was a driving force in the push for racial equality in the 1950's and the 1960's. In 1963, King and his staff focused on Birmingham, Alabama. They marched and protested non-violently, raising the ire of local officials who sicced water cannon and police dogs on the marchers, whose ranks included teenagers and children. The bad publicity and break-down of business forced the white leaders of Birmingham to concede to some anti-segregation demands.

Thrust into the national spotlight in Birmingham, where he was arrested and jailed, King helped organize a massive march on Washington, DC, on August 28, 1963. His partners in the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom included other religious leaders, labor leaders, and black organizers. The assembled masses marched down the Washington Mall from the Washington Monument to the Lincoln Memorial, heard songs from Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, and heard speeches by actor Charlton Heston, NAACP president Roy Wilkins, and future U.S. Representative from Georgia John Lewis.

King's appearance was the last of the event; the closing speech was carried live on major television networks. On the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, King evoked the name of Lincoln in his "I Have a Dream" speech, which is credited with mobilizing supporters of desegregation and prompted the 1964 Civil Rights Act. The next year, King was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.

The following is the exact text of the spoken speech, transcribed from recordings.


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I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"


Each of what I bolded shows what is happening in Malaysia. Or what people are fighting for. I hope we would reach the sentence of what was hoped 50 years ago by this great man. No time has elapsed from his dream to ours. Its the same and I wish Malaysia will change for the better. If there's change in America, there can be change in Malaysia too.

Yoga is out, the Fatwa is in!


Now its YOGA!

Anything else Mr. Religious Authority? I mean it was fork and spoon then plates. Then it was raiding in people's private homes. Next it was films. And now its Yoga.

What next Qipao?

Seriously, what is so wrong in learning an exercise that helps maintain many of your body organs to function properly and allows you to live longer healthyly? I mean its not like we have a statue of a certain God, neither are we saying any words or chanting any rhymes as we do it. The positions have been practised since 3000BC, regardless whether it was under the Hindu concept or not. I find the practice very important in once life to built stronger bones so that you dont wilt as you age and it allows you to control your breathing, which most TCM and now MP(Medical Practioners a.k.a Doctor)tells you to do. Yoga has many advantages and if I were to list it out, my blog might not end. Every organ, bone, skin, veins, blood vessels are well represented in the moves of the yoga positions in order to obtain the upmost benefit of it.

Can this Fatwa people name me one person, just one person who has come out of the religion of Islam all after going for few Yoga classes. If so I would like to meet him/her and give him/her a mouthful. How in the world, does someone loose their "keimanan(faith)" in God all after some simple healthy exercises? Which person in the right frame of mind is like that? And if so by Hell's will someone of that low faith existed does so, how is it fair that the whole Muslim community shall now no longer practise it?

I know that as religious preacher and one that holds the higher authority, you are to borne the responsibility of shedding on good light to your fellow brothers and sisters about what is wrong and what is right. But in this global world and where everyone is getting smarter, you need to have concrete explanation on why you come up with such devastating idea. We want the reasons of doing so. Dont just give us the shit that 'because we said so'. Nobody lives in that self-reclude world anymore. People want answers, people want to know why. If you have solid reasons, sit down and talk and discuss like true Muslim bretherens. Pointing finger at one somethign and saying it should not be done as such without any reason at all, is not something I wish to follow. And I seincerely believe many others are of the same mind.

Last Sunday, the famous columnist who I have the upmost respect of Ms. Zainah Anwar had her say on this issue on her article dated 2/11/208. Here she said that we should sit down and discuss it and she does write on about how the Kulim MP puts his religion before anything else and that a Professor at IIUM said that Muslims are to easily swayded and this should be stop. For a Proffesor, he clearly seems delusional and not talking based on reality facts. For one who is given the term 'Proffessor' ois expected to carry that title with upmost respect and self expresses with sold proof of facts and are very far sighted. Apparently, this is not the case. Yes, he has the right to state his opinion, but please with logic. How is it that we are swayed? I would rather say, we are very receptive towards new culture. And the great beauty of Islam is it can be practised in whichever way we wish as long as it conforms to text in the Quran. And I dont belive the Quran said we cant do Yoga.

Anyways, rather then hindering healthy activites for their Muslim conuterparts, dont this Fatwa people have better things to do? Like prouncing on people's private property to nab solicit affairs or like going from one place to another nab youths who are making love then war. Dont this people have death, marriage and poverty issus to be busy with. And here are this wonderful people who takes taxpayers money to come up with some sod off plan to hinder healthy activites all because its not Islam based. How you want yoga to be practised by its people now? Where the 'purda' or 'burqa' and do it? Will that satisfy them? Or do they want the Muslims to just sleep around all day and continuously dream of a future that will not happen if they wake up and start doing something about it? If that is their sense of Yoga, then well Mr.Religious Authority, you are one screwed up person in a screwed up organisation.

I have few suggestions here for you:

1)Either the bunch of old man you all are better go reality check classes and know what is needed to be done actually when being in that organisation, rather then comming up with rubbish fatwas.

2)Hire the ex-Perlis Mufti to head your organisation. He has more sense of the current situation around the world and he has better knowledge and interpretation of the Quran than you bunch of narrow minded, rigid and incompetent people that you all are.

3)Read more and learn how to adapt to the current world system and be more careful when you choose your fatwas.

4)Oh yah! Try getting feedbacks from public(in public i mean the 27 million population of the country, not just your workers in your organisation) before doing anything ridiculous as this.

Surprise me for your next take. Actually, I dont know what else I can be surprised with. Stupidity never fails to discontinue.

(ps: Try reading Yoga for Dummies, it might help)

If I Were A Girl

If I were a boy
Even just for a day
I’d roll out of bed in the morning
And throw on what I wanted and go
Drink beer with the guys
And chase after girls
I’d kick it with who I wanted
And I’d never get confronted for it
Because they’d stick up for me

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I’d be a better man
I’d listen to her
Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
Cause he’s taken you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
If I were a boy

I would turn off my phone
Tell everyone its broken
So they think
that I was sleeping alone
I’d put myself first
And make the rules as I go
Cause I know that she’d be faithful
Waiting for me to come home (to come home)

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I’d be a better man
I’d listen to her
Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
Cause he’s taken you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed

It’s a little too late for you to come back
Say its just a mistake
Think I forgive you like that
If you thought I would wait for you
You thought wrong


But you're just a boy
You don’t understand (and you don’t understand)
How it feels to love a girl
Someday you’ll wish you were a better man
You don’t listen to her
You don’t care how it hurts
Until you lose the one you wanted
Cause you've taken her for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
But you're just a boy…


This song is so true to its words. I know my recent past post was talking about not understanding girls, but when I heard this song by this five time Grammy Award singer a.k.a my girlfriend, Beyonce my blood just carried the words throughout my entire body. The video clip represents the essence of this song. Yes, if she were a boy she would know the shit things and the jerks of an ass guys can be. Although, this does not very much happen in Asia compared to America but heck, its a global world.

Anyways, it is sad to note guys these days are no more the gentleman their fathers and grandfathers once were. We are more ruthless now, we care less about ladies feelings and we do as we please. But I think I would like to reiterate that, man has never changed. I think woman has been taken granted all the while. They are left waiting for their man at the end of the day, whether he remains loyal to her or not. Woman has always been pushed around by their man. Why do we do it? Why has it been practised so? Why even amongst our own species we compete to show the superior gender?

This love song shows that if a girl was a boy, how she would have made things differently, how she knows that it would hurt the girl when doesn't talk to her or when he is seen with another woman. The words portrays how if she was a boy, she will make things different by appreciating the 'other' more. Yes, I am a male. But I do not condone this kind of act. Man have their rights, but playing a girl as if their like some blow-up dolls is not the way to go.

Frankly speaking, I would like to also have a second version of this song too. I would like it to be called "If I were a girl". You know why? Because I want to portray the way women are. No longer are they sweet and nice. No longer are they elegant or demure. Most of them think they are big time thugs. They ask for equality, but they have no idea that with that responsibility follows. Girls these days are not like their mothers and grandmothers anyways.

Here's my own lyrics to this song. Listen to Beyonce's song prior to reading below and then you can relate to the song.

If I were a girl,
Even just for one day,
I'd swiftly wake up in the mornin',
And contemplate on my Jimmy and Manolo,
Shop shoes with the girls,
And give hints at the boys,
Swipe the credit card at where I wanted,
And I'd never get confronted for it,
'coz I know Brad'll come to me.

If I were a girl,
I think I could understand,
How it feels to love football,
I'd swear I'd be a better woman,
I will comment less,
Cause I know how it hurts,
When you loose the game you want it,
Cause she's stalking you for credit,
And everything you had got mortgaged,
If I were a girl (TM)


Somehow I still find that the song Beyonce created was unbeatable and is just so fantastic. I hope boys would be more what she sang for. Lets not put our gender to shame, gentleman.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Girls

Girls I tell you. Its either you love 'em or hate 'em. I think that quote rings a shrill bell in my ear. I like this girl, and she has a boy friend. I like that girl and she doesnt have a boy friend but not interested to be with anyone for now. I tell you, I really feel like swearing now. Its as if some divine powers are telling me not to be with anyone(maybe its a Forever Single Curse-if there's one). Since my last ex, I have yet to be with anyone. I cant seem to connect well with anyone, and the one's I can mostly already have people that they like or they hate so they like no one. I really feel like swearing now.

WHY GOD??? WHY???

Probably, he thinks I am better suited for an arrange marriage(like those ancient practices that I use to find it stupid-I guess karma does come around). Maybe I am just hallucinating and not letting myself open up to people? Could it be? Oh damn it! I never knew, wanting to be in some damn relationship is so difficult. Or am I making it difficult?... I tell you taking up law a s a proffession makes me think and rethink what I think over and over again. I am getting paranoid because of it, thank you very much. Is it that hard to be in a relationship. I guess not being in one for the last two years, it is difficult for me to start a new one. Maybe it takes time. But seriously how long?

However, although I find myself writing all those down, I know I am a strong independent guy who knows that he does not need a lady to run his life. But I guess I do feel only with a girl, life will be more straight and better.

Oh fuck la!

Friday, October 31, 2008

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!



Its HALLOWEEN. Rightfully, I should be out partying with my friends or trick-a-treating with some people on this night. Sadly, Malaysians are such dull people. They have no idea how to have fun. Or even if they do, they do not want to recruit new members into that group. Silly of them!

Here I am stuck in this ghostly and magical night at home doing nothing but busily blogging here. Gosh! Life sure has its twists. I had this whole planning thing last week thinking I would be going out or chilling with some buddies, but no one seems to be interested an no one seems to be talking about it, so I didnt venture further on whether they would want to go, so I left it. People, dont give me reasons now.

Crappy thing is, my mobile has 'kaput'. I am now reachless to most of my friends ecxepts the one's on the internet. But that too, not like there are many. I am bored now. I sat eating Big Apple Donuts which I bought yesterday watching Stomp The Yard. And the stupid thing is I feel fat now. Damn. No dinner tommorow then.

I still feel like taking the car and go buzzing out now. But with whom? And where too?...

Malaysia I tell you.....

Not my style of coming of AGE



I have no idea what title I should put for this post. I have read so many posts of this similar genre recently. So I decided, I too am going to chip in. It seems people are now talking about 'the coming of age'. What is it? To me I find it as something where you reach a certain sense of maturity that you can really be yourself without doubting yourself and that you are independent enough that you dont have to rely on anyone for anything. Frankly, I think its impossible at any cause. People constantly need others help and maturity is such a subjective word that expends far and beyond.

I am 19. Most blog's I read are about the same age or in the 20's. Prash and another guy are the ones that are well above 30. When I read their blogs, I get to know them better. Their point of views in life, how they see it and the way they project it. Every person by age seems to have a different point of view. I guess the younger you are, the carefree is your mind. To me personally, I still find the topic of Sex, Religion & Race and Politics a topic that I do not intend to go unless needed. The thing is, not because I am 19 I see myself as not needing to contribute to this kind of conversations, but I find if I can use my mind to think of somethig else then such serious topics rather then something more breezy and mellow, it would be more appropriate. However, I do find the whole SRRP should very much be discussed by the younger generation so that our minds are more open and we do not repeat past mistakes.But I somehow find it to abressive. When I read my friends blogs or even talk to them, sometimes I do find that they are so far sighted or far fetched that I find myself grasping for that teeniest breath of air trying to understand what are they projecting. Mostly the hasle of doing so beats me up fast, I rather not get myself to understand then to just merely nod my head. Of course it doesnt mean I dont understand what they say, I do. But sometimes I guess, eg.Prash, his blogs are quite mature and very heavy with facts. But I guess, his sense of maturing is like that.

To me I cant find a word to describe myself. I do not want to limit myself to a few words. I am by no means a man of few words, so goes my character. At 19, although above the 18 bar, I still find myself with the face of a 17, the mind of a 16 and the maturity of a 15. I have no idea why I find myself in this position, but I dont see myself as peculiar. I see myself as unique. Now, acquaitance tells me that I act like a kid and I do things childishly and that I am a mommy's boy. By right, any boy should be bruised by those words. But I find it rather appaling and nothing for me to feel hurt by. If I do not act stupidly and childishly now, then when can I? In the near future I will be judged like an adult. Might as well enjoy the young age now and dont regret it. I rather think and act like a kid then carry the burden of an adult so young. The burden of bills and responsibilties and sense of doing something without mistakes are just not me, yet.I have had many people thinking I was 17 or 16. They always think I am young. At some point I get quite upset and annoyed because then I am never taken seriously. But of course, they all take a step backward when I open my mouth. Actually, being noticed as 17,16 or 15 has been nothing but a pleasure at 19. I am still passed as a kid, I get the bigger pie of money during festival times, I pay student price for most things(restaurants, theme parks, and entries to certain places). I get away with alot of things easier. For most of my friends and my elder sister and my cousins, its a no-no. None of them look that young I guess. Even my cousin who are younger then me.

So you see, the whole coming of age syndrome does not affect me least bit. I am not bothered by it because it does not bother me. Heck, I am happy because its making me feel more positive as I enjoy alot more of things and get away with many easily. I know at some point I have to step back, look at myslelf in the mirror and say " Diran, its time to change".

But for now, I think thats not necessary. I really dont give two flying fucks to anyone who tells me that I am childish or naive or innocent or some shallow minded person. The fact is, I rather be labelled that now, then later. And plus, I always believe it takes one to know another. My bloging partners and friends can go all night long or as the saying goes 'till the cows go home' about this thing. I belive my coming of age has yet to come, and unlike others:

I hope it comes later then sooner......

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

DEEPAVALI VARRTAKAL



To all my Indian friends who are celebrating Diwali/Deepavalli across the globe

I would like to wish you and your family

HAPPY DEEPAVALLI

and

MAY THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS BRING YOU ALL THE JOY AND HAPPINESS

from

HARIZ DIRAN

Monday, October 27, 2008

SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI



To all my Muslim friends across the globe

I would like to wish you and your family


SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI

DAN

MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN



from

HARIZ DIRAN

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Ne Me Quitte Pas

Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit déjà
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
A savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
A coups de pourquoi
Le coeur du bonheur

Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas

Moi je t'offrirai
Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays
Oÿ il ne pleut pas
Je creuserai la terre
Jusqu'après ma mort
Pour couvrir ton corps
D'or et de lumière
Je ferai un domaine
Oÿ l'amour sera roi
Oÿ l'amour sera loi
Oÿ tu seras reine

Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas
Je t'inventerai
Des mots insensés
Que tu comprendras
Je te parlerai
De ces amants-là
Qui ont vu deux fois
Leurs coeurs s'embraser
Je te raconterai
L'histoire de ce roi
Mort de n'avoir pas
Pu te rencontrer


Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas


On a vu souvent
Rejaillir le feu
De l'ancien volcan
Qu'on croyait trop vieux
Il est paraät-il
Des terres brulées
Donnant plus de blé
Qu'un meilleur avril
Et quand vient le soir
Pour qu'un ciel flamboie
Le rouge et le noir
Ne s'épousent-ils pas

Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas
Je ne vais plus pleurer
Je ne vais plus parler
Je me cacherai là
A te regarder
Danser et sourire
Et à t'écouter
Chanter et puis rire
Laisse-moi devenir
L'ombre de ton ombre
L'ombre de ta main
L'ombre de ton chien

Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas






:: :: ::






Don't leave me

Don't leave me
We must forget
All we can forget all we did till now
Let's forget the cost of the breath
We've spent saying words unmeant
And the times we've lost hours that must destroy
Never knowing why everything must die at the heart of joy
Don't leave me don't leave me
Don't leave me don't leave me

I'll bring back to you the pearls of rain
From a distant domain where rain never fell
And though I grow old I'll keep mining the ground
To deck you around in gold and light
I'll build you a domain where love's everything
Where love is king and you are queen
Don't leave me don't leave me
Don't leave me don't leave me

Don't leave me
For you I'll invent
Words and what they meant only you will know
Tales of lovers who fell apart and then fell in love again
There's a story too that I can confide
Of that king who died from not meeting you
Don't leave me don't leave me
Don't leave me don't leave me

And often it's true that flames spill anew
From ancient volcano's we thought were too old
When all's said and done scorched fields of defeat
Could give us more wheat than the fine April sun
And when evening is nigh with flames overhead
The black and the red aren't they joined in the sky


Don't leave me don't leave me
Don't leave me don't leave me

Don't leave me
I will cry no more
I will talk no more hide myself
To look at you and see you dance and smile
And hear you sing and laugh
Let me be for you the shadow of your shadow
The shadow of your hand the shadow of your dog
Don't leave me don't leave me
Don't leave me don't leave me


One of the most beautiful songs ever written. I have never heard a song so enduring and so loving. The original singer if I am not mistaken is Jacques Brail or something. I didnt like the way he sang it. Its when Nina Simone sang it that gave me shivers running down my back. The emotions that she put it, the way she sang it, Dear Lord. I nearly teared. The 'penombere' part was really beautiful. An ode to gifted songs...

Sunday, October 19, 2008

The Malaysian Political Oscars



Our political situation is like something out of a movie-so here are the awards. The envelope please.

The Wide Angle Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, headquarters for no particular reason in Skudai, presents this year's Malaysian Political Oscars.

The most widely watched televison event in Malaysia, the Poltical Oscar telecast reaches over 1 billion viewers, some who are dead, some of whom are 130 years okd, and most of whom are registered at the same address.

How does it work? Memebers of the academy (all Malaysian taxi drivers who depite being allegedly the worst in the world at driving taxis are remarkably good at political analysis) vote on these awards, and the results are tabulated by the auditors of some large accounting firm who would rather do this sort of thing tan real accounting work, which might explain the state of the economy.

Here are the nominees and winners.

Best Supporting Actor

It is a crowded field this year, with many stellars performances from both veterans and newcomers.

The nominees include private investigator, P. Balasubramaniam in Missing; Pusrawi's Dr. Mohd Osman in Rear Window; Zaid Ibrahim in Gone in Sixty Seconds; and Raja Petra Kamaruddin in An Inconvenient Truth.

But the Best Supporting Actor goes to Penang UMNO leader Ahmad Ismail for his controversial performance in Pride and Prejudice.

Despite his recent success, which led to him being cast in Under Seige and Raging Bull, Ahmad has flatly refused roles in the films Anger Management and Atonement.

Best Supproting Actress

For her critically-acclaimed performance in Minority Report, this year's Best Supporting Actress Oscar goes to Sinchew Daily reporter Tan Hoon Cheng.

Interestingly, immediately after that film completed principal photography, Tan was the unwitting start of Catch and Release,a film that may or may not have been directed by Syed Halmid Albar, depending on which version of the studio press kit you read.

Tan spent just 18 hours on location, before qutting, citing creative differences.

Best Cinematography

For his impectful camera work in V.K. Lingam vehicle The Conversation, the Oscar for Cinematography goes to Gwo Loh Burne.

(Although The Conversation was shot some time ago, due to his refusal to be credited for many months, Gwo Loh Burne could not be given the award earlier. When he finally came forward, this legal thriller was re-released in the market as The Bourne Identity).

The Conversation beat out Entrapment, starring Chua Soi Lek, which also features an anonymous cinematographer.

Best Foreign-Language Film

Agricultural Study Tour, a Taiwanese sleeper hit, was shot entirely by coincidence, supposedly with no director and no funding.

Nonetheless, a sequal, Exile on My Taiwanese Farm: Peeling my Taugeh might be filmed next year with some of the original cast.

Best Original Screenplay

Jumper, written by Anwar Ibrahim, wins this year's award. Although the fil suffers from cast of unknowns, whose number seems to fluctuate from scene to scene(though always at least 31), the scrpt is undeniably original and exciting. It also has the potential for numerous sequals, which will prove profitable for the actors.

Best Adapted Screenplay

Written by a team of in-house screenwritters from the Attorney-General's Studios, The Accused, staring Anwar Ibrahim, is allegedly adapted from instructions given by political superiors. A remake of the 1998 flop, but with many of the same actors and production team.

Best Actress

Seputeh Member of Parliament Teresa Kok was competing against herself this year with sterling performance in a slew of releases: Election; Women on Top; Supergirl; and in cinemas until last Friday, the black comedy Enemy of the State.

She wins the Best Actress Oscar, however, for her most famous role, Miss Congeniality, whihc has earned her praises from audiences and critics alike.

Best Actor

The big stars of yesteryear dominated the Best Actor category this year.

Nominees include S.Samy Vellu in Gone With The Wind; Dr.Mahathir Mohamad in V for Vendetta; and both Najib Tun Razak and Abdullah Ahmad Badawi in the comdey Trading Places.

The winner, however, of the Malaysian Political Oscar for Best Actor is Abdullah Ahmad Badawi for his flawless, nuanced, maasterful performance in Eyes Wide Shut.

Best Picture

The nominees for Best Picture in Malaysian Political Oscars are all gripping epics.

They include the moving story of the many members of Parti Sosialis Malaysia, The Magnificent Seven; Khairy Jamaluddin biopic Million Dolar Baby; the Hindraf saga, Out of Justice; and the tale of Gerakan in Barisan Nasional, The End of the Affair.

The winner for Best Picture, however, is the story of the MCA's struggle against the Internal Security Act, Look Who's Talking Now.

Lifetime Achievement Award

For his astonishing film career spanning many decades, and including both commercial
hits and small but critically-acclaimed art-house movies, Anwar Ibrahim wins the Lifetime Achievement Award.

His roles, in choronological order, include: Wild at Heart; The Young Guns; The Great Debater's; Sleeping With The Enemy; The Insider; The Sweet Smell of Success; Reversal of Fortune; Cast Away; The Accused; The Cell; Cry Freedom!; Into The Wild; Back to the Future; Mission: Impossible; The Perfect Storm; and most recently. Eastern Promises.

Depending on the outcome of contract negotiations, Anwar's next movies may include The King and I; Top Gun; and Great Expectations.

Alternatively, he may take roles in Crash; The Departed; and The Forgotten. That's the thing about show business-you never know what the big stars will do next!

That's al for this year's edition of the Malaysian Political Oscars folks. See you on the red carpet next year!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

A Day in a Taxi in Penang



Diran: I need to go to the Penang Jetty.

Taxi: Hanya RM15

Diran: Apa(What)??RM15??

Taxi: What to do brudda, semua(all) went up in price.

Diran: OK!

-taxi man knocks the car a few times(probably for luck so that I will reach there safely)and then gets in the car and slams the door-

Taxi: You coming from Butterwoth ah brudda? Wah, so far.

Diran: Yes. OK la.

Taxi: You come what for?

Diran: Got something la.

Taxi: Owh.

Diran: Uncle, are you ok?

Taxi: Ahh...

Diran: OK.

Taxi: Eh lu(your) place got Ah Mui to eat ah?

Diran. What??

Taxi: That wan la. To eat wan.

Diran: Oh, no. I dont know la

Taxi: Eh, you wan ah? I can give you chinese, malay, indian even Moscow but expensive loh.

Diran: Ah?? No thank you Uncle.

Taxi: Not expensive la. If Chinese $120, if Indian also same. Malay ah is $80. Moscow wan is esspensive, $250. For hour only. Very good wan. But old-old. Malay all nice wan. Moscow wan come holiday, so forawhile oni. There's why they charge esspensive. You wan ah?

Diran: No, uncle. Thanks. I dont do these things. You got ah Uncle.

Taxi: Aiyoh, so many times le. All the people there wa tau(I know). Me, Malay is best la. For you dont know la. But I can still show you there for fun la.

Diran: Nevermine la Uncle maybe next time. Alot of people go isit?

Taxi: Got la. Mostly all mat salleh ah. But alot Malaysians also la. This mat salleh come here they say they wan to taste the people here. So wa bring them loh. For them more esspensive la.

Diran: Oh, you got try ah Uncle?

Taxi: Banyak kali la(many times). If not, wa wont ask you mah. Yes?

Diran: No. I mean yes.

Taxi: Ah? Yes or no?Wan to go or not?

-reaches destination-

Diran: No, maybe next time Uncle. Thank you.

Taxi: Ha...


For this whole thing I nearly pissed in my pants. It was so fun talking to this old man like this but it was frightening too. If I were to agree, OH MY GOD. AIDS, HIV! All this went through my mind. No way.

Maybe next time Uncle...