Screw You LTL

Take a stand Malaysians.

The time is now for the Rakyat (the people) to stand up against the government. Not only have they detained Raja Petra, Teresa Kok and Tan Hoon Cheng under the Internal Security Act without any trials, they are now trying to form a new Act among racial lines.

Marina Lee, Raja Petra's wife @ Bukit Aman

I hate to blog about politics and usually steer clear away from them when I'm writing but I am appalled and angered by such atrocities.

When I found out about the arrests of the detainees last week Friday, it was a shock to me. The government was trying to silence the voices that report the truth. Our press is being forced into being pro-government and this is the tactic they use to re-inforce their propaganda.

Do they really think the public is that stupid?

Vigil @ Bloghouse; stressed by the fact that we are governed by idiots, we lit cigarettes as well as candles.

So on Saturday I went for the vigil in Bukit Aman. And on Sunday I went for the impromptu vigil in Bloghouse. And on Monday I went for the Pakatan Rakyat mass gathering. I thought there would be a slight change of how things were being handled but now they are discussing a new Act to govern racial relations.

Pakatan Rakyat mass gathering: Anwar's Speech

How is this going to solve racial relations?!?!?

To believe that arresting people and silencing them without trial is already sick enough, but to create a new Act in which anyone could be arrested along the lines of racial disturbances is just wrong. Isn't it enough that Malaysia has disgusting acts such as the Emergency Order and the ISA?

I for one will not fall into the trap that someone up there in BN has set for the public and I strongly urge the people not to fall among this racial trap as well. We should stand together for what it's worth.

I will lend my support where-ever it is needed.

Because I am Polar.

And I am part of the people.

And screw you Liow Tiong Lai for coming up with this.

Bubble Trouble

There's trouble brewing in the air and it smells racist.

Malaysia is a multi-cultural marketing gimmick focused into bringing tourists to believe that the ethnicities here are all happy living with each other - Truly Asia.

But deep inside every individual is the knowledge that racial issues here are predominant; it's in our politics, in our newspaper, heck it's even living next to us. A majority of us do not even seem to be bothered about this fact and it is apparent with the complacence of society.

I talked to my parents today about Ahmad Ismail's warning to the Chinese. This is what he said:

"I urge the Chinese not to become like the Jewish in America, where it is not enough that they control the economy, but they also want to dominate politics," Ahmad told a news conference late Monday in northern Penang state.

"Consider this a warning from the Malays," Ahmad said. "The patience of the Malays has a limit. Do not push us against the wall, for we will be forced to turn back and push the Chinese for our own survival."

This quote was taken from AP.

I'm not quite sure about the rest of the population, but I for one am offended. Being part of the Chinese minority in Malaysia, I don't think I should stand for this sort of racial nonsense.

Why are people like this IN our political arena? It's alright to listen to opinions and rethink whatever values we have and to push for it but to threaten an ethnic minority?

I've got only one thing to say to him and his party.

Kiss my bubbly Chinese ass.

Tears Are Like Wet Poems

Okay forgive me again cause I had a bit to drink just now. I finished half a bottle of whiskey with nothing in my stomach except for my lunch.

And now, I have no idea why but tears seems to keep pouring out from my eyes and it runs down my cheeks like hot coals.

I'm not sad or anything. I don't feel like my heart is in pain. I don't feel anything but I have no idea why these watery pellets are shooting out from my eyes. And to be totally honest I'm really not thinking about any of my exes. Probably Derrick but he didn't really make much of a significant impact on me to make me feel like this.

Seriously I'm pouring buckets. I have no idea why.

Maybe a guy needs to just cry.

Cry for the sake of it.

Cry to let it out.

Cry to release.

Or maybe I'm just insane.

Monash - Evil Money Sucking Machine

Have you ever heard of the atrocity of paying in order to attend your own graduation?

I have.

In fact I have to pay a whooping RM500 in order to attend my graduation ceremony (which is in a couple of hours). Monash University Malaysia is an evil corporate money sucking machine and it's their last chance to siphon money out from their students before they send them off to fend for themselves in the real world.

Graduation has been ritualized and now every proud parent of a student would love to watch the 1 minute act of their child going up on stage, shake the hand of the Chancellor, smile and walk off.

Even despite my rage against the evil conglomerates and instead of graduating in absentia in Australia, I wanted to give my parents that moment.

Once I applied for graduation, I've been asked every single week on when my graduation date is, what time does it start, how many tickets do I get, etc etc. I am not impressed by their lack of memory or attention.

I've already graduated once. What's the point in doing it again!??!
Stupid rituals...

As time draws closer to doomsday, I am again asked the details of my graduation. "It starts at 3, I don't have the tickets, I will be there at 12.30 to collect my gown, it will be until 5 and if you want to take portrait photos it will be a long line so line up early".

My Chinese parents apparently have a friend's wedding anniversary to attend to, so they want to come late. My flesh and blood sister wants to go to the gym and will wait for my parents to pick her up instead of accompanying me to get my gown. My uncle and aunt from London want to take portrait photos to show my other uncles and aunts but since they don't have tickets, my parents asked them to come around 5.30.

Did I mention that these people are all related to me?

The only person whom I can tolerate at the moment is my grandpapa. He's feeling a lot better since his visit to the hospital and I'm glad he can make it to my graduation.

Monash has already given me so much grief.

I just need to borrow a little more strength to endure tomorrow.

Casual Nonsense

It's been a while since I updated anything. I had my blog opened a couple of times but I can't seem to get my thoughts out and put them in writing.

I volunteered at a sexuality diversity event here in Kuala Lumpur and it went well. Made a couple of friends and met a lot of new people.

And here's a long awaited update on my love life, which is pretty much non-existent. I got hit on by several guys during the event but none of which I was interested in. My sex drive has gone down to zero ever since my epiphany with my ex. Also I think it's because I've been hanging out with a bunch of lesbians which has made me feel so a-sexual. Garrr!

My graduation ceremony is this week Saturday.

One of my many uncles and aunts are coming down from London.

What else?

Oh, and 'apparently' I'm PMSing.

Fan-bloody-tastic.

Shite

I'm so drunk right now.

And these are the words from a drunkard.

I just came back home fr0m a hectic yet pleasant night out with friends.

First I had to go to a friend's birthday thingy where I met my ex-lecturer and we had a good chat about everything. It was good to see him outside of his element.

Then I had to mosey on to the local watering hole; this friend's "farewell" thingy.

And I think I made some of my friends fall for me.

Shit.

Like I don't have enough drama in my life.

Kindred Connections

A friend and I were talking about random acts of kindness. She told me about a common friend who, at a night of A&W root beer, saw an old Indian woman lurched over herself by the road and asked her if she's alright. She had a bag next to her and told him that she was kicked out from her house in broken Malay. He was broke the whole week and had his last 5 dollars with him and without hesitation he took it out and gave it to her.

That got me thinking about the kindest thing I've done.

Back when I was working in 65, a local watering hole, I used to head to this dodgy park after work to meet up with friends or cruise around with my favourite songs watching cute guys stroll the area. I would also try to strike up conversations with them when times were right.

I remember a night when I was blasting my Canto pop CD and singing in my car whilst roaming around the park, I saw a guy who looked like he was lost. I went around him a couple of times to check him out and then I gathered up my courage and asked him if he was alright wandering the park so late at night. It was then he told he that he was from Singapore, was here in Kuala Lumpur for a holiday and that a friend dropped him off there and said he would be back in 2 hours to pick him up. He had no cash with him for some reason and knew no one in Malaysia except for his friend whom he had tried calling the past 4 hours only to get the voice message box.

Even despite his unlikely tale, I sensed despair and kindness in his tone of voice so I offered him a lift back to his hotel in KL. He said he stayed in Hotel Negara located somewhere near Petaling Street. I'm not really familiar with the streets of KL so I decided to just drive around until he recognizes his hotel. It also hit me that he was wandering there for 4 hours without food or water so I asked him whether he was thirsty and I popped into a nearby 7-11 to get him a large bottle of 100Plus and mineral water for him. He was very thankful and gulped down half the 1 litre of 100Plus and continued to tell me his tale of his friend. Apparently he came to KL for him and the dude was obviously not interested and dumped him in the most dodgy-est area known to gay men.

I finally found his hotel after half an hour of searching and I dropped him off. I insisted he take the liquids I bought for him but he thanked me so many times and refuse to take the bottle of unopened mineral water. It was late so I didn't want to argue, so I wrote my number on a piece of paper and handed it to him. I told him that if he needed help, he could always give me a ring. I knew at that moment when I handed him my number, I would never see this person ever again. And I was right.

Despite all of this, I am blessed that he didn't turn out to be a killer or some robber. I also felt good that I did an act of kindness and hoped for nothing in return...except for him to be kind to other people as well.

I do believe in the good in people. That is why I will do my best to help them.

And I hope that people would pay it forward.