You want to have a hug from your boyfriend the moment you woke up, but he scowls at you because you kind of shouted at him over his good intention.
Saw a few blogs about relationships. None of them good.
See my own relationship. Based on false image. No longer heart to heart talks. It's hard to continue on.
Everyone thinks we can go on. I beg to differ. I can't confide anymore.
Yes I want you to see this. Because I don't know if you realise, but other than saying "I love you" and other baby talks, we do not have any heart to heart talks anymore.
It could be because we are busy, but this is straining me. In particular. And many other factors like the strain of your class relations and the amount of workload, plus the already many dissatisfactions between us.
Look, I really can't bear the emptiness. We do talk, but I always feel empty inside. No longer your hug makes me all warm inside. No longer I feel I deserve anymore pampering. No longer that I anticipate to see you.
I'm losing it.
I don't know if it is worth losing you.
I fucking hate this feeling.
I don't want to be confused no more.
Give me an answer. Or I'll do it my way.
Warning: Non-mandarin speakers might not understand this
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Take a GOOD look at this vid:
Finish it?
Understand what it meant? (Ok sorry for those who do not understand Mandarin but this is basically about Taiwan, and Ma Ying-jeou, and the presidential elections that has just ended last week.)
It is DAMN powerful (to me)
I had no idea the message in that commercial is THIS strong. It was encouraging the people to vote for this guy, called Ma (horses are around that ad for you to guess), and he is encouraging the voters to get their ass off to vote. Yea!! The power of advertisements and commercialism!
Not surprisingly, he won. The new president of Taiwan.
But, he didn't invite any of the mayors and district officers from Tainan, comprising of Kaohsiung and the like. Although I think he did not because Tainan was a very strong territory of the Democratic Progressive Party, comprising of the ex-President Chen Shui Bian. Although it will have a better chance at portraying a balanced image of all supporters from all areas instead of the ones already belonging to him.
The political wind sure is strong blowing in so many parts of the world. Starting from Australia (Kevin Rudd), Pakistan (Pakistan People's Party by the late Benazir Bhutto), Malaysia (Start working PKR+DAP+PAS coalition government =.=), China (Okay, I will not go into the insights of the unrest in Tibet, even though I'd like to see them wring free of the country), and now, Taiwan. (evil corrupt bastards going down!)
I bet half of why it won was contributed to the media. And unlike Malaysian mainstream media, their balanced reporting was obviously not a joke. Unlike our stupid one-sided coverage which turns people off, They frequently organised forums to discuss about Taiwan's issues (at one point they were even discussing on the evolution of the word "LP". wtf??? Serious, I was a TVBS fanatic.)
But potilicial associations aside, this one video clip, if it wasn't for its associations with KuoMinTang, it would have been a powerful clip to call for the voters to vote. And it was true to the word, I'm not sure what kind of promises do they have for Taiwan, but they do make a very good impression.
And that's all they need to convince voters don't they?
Well, we'll see.
But just enjoy the video for the moment =D.
(Sorry, this was supposed to be a post straightaway after the presidential elections, but got my mood destroyed halfway blogging it. So it was delayed till now.)
Finish it?
Understand what it meant? (Ok sorry for those who do not understand Mandarin but this is basically about Taiwan, and Ma Ying-jeou, and the presidential elections that has just ended last week.)
It is DAMN powerful (to me)
I had no idea the message in that commercial is THIS strong. It was encouraging the people to vote for this guy, called Ma (horses are around that ad for you to guess), and he is encouraging the voters to get their ass off to vote. Yea!! The power of advertisements and commercialism!
Not surprisingly, he won. The new president of Taiwan.
But, he didn't invite any of the mayors and district officers from Tainan, comprising of Kaohsiung and the like. Although I think he did not because Tainan was a very strong territory of the Democratic Progressive Party, comprising of the ex-President Chen Shui Bian. Although it will have a better chance at portraying a balanced image of all supporters from all areas instead of the ones already belonging to him.
The political wind sure is strong blowing in so many parts of the world. Starting from Australia (Kevin Rudd), Pakistan (Pakistan People's Party by the late Benazir Bhutto), Malaysia (Start working PKR+DAP+PAS coalition government =.=), China (Okay, I will not go into the insights of the unrest in Tibet, even though I'd like to see them wring free of the country), and now, Taiwan. (evil corrupt bastards going down!)
I bet half of why it won was contributed to the media. And unlike Malaysian mainstream media, their balanced reporting was obviously not a joke. Unlike our stupid one-sided coverage which turns people off, They frequently organised forums to discuss about Taiwan's issues (at one point they were even discussing on the evolution of the word "LP". wtf??? Serious, I was a TVBS fanatic.)
But potilicial associations aside, this one video clip, if it wasn't for its associations with KuoMinTang, it would have been a powerful clip to call for the voters to vote. And it was true to the word, I'm not sure what kind of promises do they have for Taiwan, but they do make a very good impression.
And that's all they need to convince voters don't they?
Well, we'll see.
But just enjoy the video for the moment =D.
(Sorry, this was supposed to be a post straightaway after the presidential elections, but got my mood destroyed halfway blogging it. So it was delayed till now.)
A grandfather's legacy. Untold till now.
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My paternal grandfather passed away on Wednesday morning due to lung cancer.
I wasn't feeling that much of a grief before this, as I had faced death worst than this. But as part of the family I'm obliged to attend the wake service like many others. I still went on for the lecture, attended the sports event for a while for my upcoming assignments, and then left for the house at night.
It wasn't much of a grandeur affair, but my mother insisted that it will be, seeing that apparently from what was told and said, grandfather was a great contributor to the chinese community Klang. (Yea, if there's anyone of you reading chinese newspapers, particularly Sin Chew, you'd know who I am and what I'm talking about. I'm still keeping my identity secret. kthxbai)
Little did I know his significance and his presence for the Klang community. The only much I can muster were the many times I had stayed back in Klang to live with my grandparents, due to my "stupidity" of wanting to experience life outside my parent's hands. It was mostly just normal life, other than finding it fun to follow my grandmother around to Klang's Senior Club and watching them play mahjong, learning how to dance (line dancing, senior's favourite), watching them practise for big dinners sometimes. It was in Klang that I found my love for performing arts, it was also in Klang where I felt like an outsider, but still mostly accepted by the elders, due to my relationship with my grandfather.
From the two days of looking through the funeral process, more and more stories of grandfather came up. He was the founder of Hin Hwa Primary School 兴华小学, being a headmaster there for a long time, even during the times when my father was a pupil there. He was the chairman of the board of directors of Hin Hwa High School, Chairman of the Hokkien clan in Klang, member of the Selangor Teachers Association, Chairman of the Senior's Club in Klang and Treasurer of the Guan Yin Temple at Simpang Lima. Which, basically, he was a massive contributor for the Hokkien clan in Klang, and also one of the biggest contributors to the Education Sector in Klang!
Wei, He did so much but I don't remember seeing him receiving any "Datukship" "Datuk Seri-ship", "Tan Sri-ship" and the like. What's this? With all efforts combined he could well be very well-known with many kinds of titles by now.
But I guess he's also humble in a way. I wasn't too sure. I had never got around asking about his past. My late father did not tell much either. But one thing for sure, their family environment was rather well-off, which my mom used to chide my father for "being pampered and did not know what suffering is like". Which is also true, because my whole paternal relatives turn out to be excellent students who also came out working in various "predictable" fields, like doctor, lawyer, businessmen, etc etc.
Same goes for the grandchildren, some of my cousins came out to be doctors, some are studying law, pharmacy, you know, the very "predictable" kind. Only I was the extraordinary. I didn't venture into science or anything "normal", my study was that "out of the norm" and that no one has ever expected me to be in. Of course, considering what they saw in my personality they were very much convinced that I'm suitable to be a journalist.
But it had come to show how much they were expecting of my family, my extended family that were from my grandfather. He came up with the legacy of his own, having his descendents to continue on the proud surname that was ringing around everyone's ears. (in Klang at least) And all of them were sad to see him go. Even I was too, considering how estranged our relationship became 7 years ago when his son died of a sudden death. He was considered a hero, and he had received a hero's sending.
So I'll talk about the grandeur part now. You know how when different associations gather together to give the last respects to the dead? Well, that happens for mine too. Various people from the different associations from Klang and Selangor all came to pay the last respects for him. Hin Hwa has even had school choirs to come and send him off with a song called "以你为荣" (loosely translated as "Proud of You"). That brought alot of tears to us, the immediate families of his. I tried to hold it back but the lyrics of the song was depicting on how they were grateful and thankful to the founder of the school. And as I looked at the coffin. I'm literally denying loudly in my mind. This is my grandfather, not some local hero! He was only a man who did many great things, but not something like what Jesus Christ did to save the slaves, or the Buddha who venture into deep thoughts to save someone else. This is only my grandfather.
But as the hearst went onto the car and drove off to the crematorium, with the school band leading the march in front (yea, a marching band, which according to my foundation mates who were students there, that was their biggest achievement), my heart sank. He really did something for the community. But from my point of view, he'll always be my grandfather. The one that smiles to every visitor he sees, the one who patiently explains the reasons of some things that happen, which I had hoped to rebuke now that I understand further. But also the same one who was quiet during my father's funeral, the one who did not ask how I am now, the one who still smoked despite having cancer (I think he didn't know, but still, he's sick and he still smoke?). So, currently I'm having mixed feelings. Things will run differently again now that the other male from the same family was gone.
I wonder if I'll ever looked back and read this, the legacy of my grandfather. The man who made the Chinese had another school to study. The man who helped rebuild a temple which served as a sanctuary for many. And lastly, the man who started what made my surname famous in that one area called Klang. I wonder if being part of that legacy was something worth being proud of, or just accept that fate and pressure.
But for now, as I had looked and see the coffin going into the furnace, only the words "Rest In Peace" comes into mind. My grandfather left a legacy, but his soul and body are being returned to the world.
I will not forget you. Your deeds are great, even though I do not really know them. Rest In Peace Gong Gong.
I wasn't feeling that much of a grief before this, as I had faced death worst than this. But as part of the family I'm obliged to attend the wake service like many others. I still went on for the lecture, attended the sports event for a while for my upcoming assignments, and then left for the house at night.
It wasn't much of a grandeur affair, but my mother insisted that it will be, seeing that apparently from what was told and said, grandfather was a great contributor to the chinese community Klang. (Yea, if there's anyone of you reading chinese newspapers, particularly Sin Chew, you'd know who I am and what I'm talking about. I'm still keeping my identity secret. kthxbai)
Little did I know his significance and his presence for the Klang community. The only much I can muster were the many times I had stayed back in Klang to live with my grandparents, due to my "stupidity" of wanting to experience life outside my parent's hands. It was mostly just normal life, other than finding it fun to follow my grandmother around to Klang's Senior Club and watching them play mahjong, learning how to dance (line dancing, senior's favourite), watching them practise for big dinners sometimes. It was in Klang that I found my love for performing arts, it was also in Klang where I felt like an outsider, but still mostly accepted by the elders, due to my relationship with my grandfather.
From the two days of looking through the funeral process, more and more stories of grandfather came up. He was the founder of Hin Hwa Primary School 兴华小学, being a headmaster there for a long time, even during the times when my father was a pupil there. He was the chairman of the board of directors of Hin Hwa High School, Chairman of the Hokkien clan in Klang, member of the Selangor Teachers Association, Chairman of the Senior's Club in Klang and Treasurer of the Guan Yin Temple at Simpang Lima. Which, basically, he was a massive contributor for the Hokkien clan in Klang, and also one of the biggest contributors to the Education Sector in Klang!
Wei, He did so much but I don't remember seeing him receiving any "Datukship" "Datuk Seri-ship", "Tan Sri-ship" and the like. What's this? With all efforts combined he could well be very well-known with many kinds of titles by now.
But I guess he's also humble in a way. I wasn't too sure. I had never got around asking about his past. My late father did not tell much either. But one thing for sure, their family environment was rather well-off, which my mom used to chide my father for "being pampered and did not know what suffering is like". Which is also true, because my whole paternal relatives turn out to be excellent students who also came out working in various "predictable" fields, like doctor, lawyer, businessmen, etc etc.
Same goes for the grandchildren, some of my cousins came out to be doctors, some are studying law, pharmacy, you know, the very "predictable" kind. Only I was the extraordinary. I didn't venture into science or anything "normal", my study was that "out of the norm" and that no one has ever expected me to be in. Of course, considering what they saw in my personality they were very much convinced that I'm suitable to be a journalist.
But it had come to show how much they were expecting of my family, my extended family that were from my grandfather. He came up with the legacy of his own, having his descendents to continue on the proud surname that was ringing around everyone's ears. (in Klang at least) And all of them were sad to see him go. Even I was too, considering how estranged our relationship became 7 years ago when his son died of a sudden death. He was considered a hero, and he had received a hero's sending.
So I'll talk about the grandeur part now. You know how when different associations gather together to give the last respects to the dead? Well, that happens for mine too. Various people from the different associations from Klang and Selangor all came to pay the last respects for him. Hin Hwa has even had school choirs to come and send him off with a song called "以你为荣" (loosely translated as "Proud of You"). That brought alot of tears to us, the immediate families of his. I tried to hold it back but the lyrics of the song was depicting on how they were grateful and thankful to the founder of the school. And as I looked at the coffin. I'm literally denying loudly in my mind. This is my grandfather, not some local hero! He was only a man who did many great things, but not something like what Jesus Christ did to save the slaves, or the Buddha who venture into deep thoughts to save someone else. This is only my grandfather.
But as the hearst went onto the car and drove off to the crematorium, with the school band leading the march in front (yea, a marching band, which according to my foundation mates who were students there, that was their biggest achievement), my heart sank. He really did something for the community. But from my point of view, he'll always be my grandfather. The one that smiles to every visitor he sees, the one who patiently explains the reasons of some things that happen, which I had hoped to rebuke now that I understand further. But also the same one who was quiet during my father's funeral, the one who did not ask how I am now, the one who still smoked despite having cancer (I think he didn't know, but still, he's sick and he still smoke?). So, currently I'm having mixed feelings. Things will run differently again now that the other male from the same family was gone.
I wonder if I'll ever looked back and read this, the legacy of my grandfather. The man who made the Chinese had another school to study. The man who helped rebuild a temple which served as a sanctuary for many. And lastly, the man who started what made my surname famous in that one area called Klang. I wonder if being part of that legacy was something worth being proud of, or just accept that fate and pressure.
But for now, as I had looked and see the coffin going into the furnace, only the words "Rest In Peace" comes into mind. My grandfather left a legacy, but his soul and body are being returned to the world.
I will not forget you. Your deeds are great, even though I do not really know them. Rest In Peace Gong Gong.
Rewalking the path
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Definition of Fragile, in Wikitionary's words:
easily broken or destroyed, and thus often of subtle or intricate structure
The chemist synthesizes a fragile molecule.
The UN tries to maintain the fragile peace process in the region.
He is a very fragile person and gets easily depressed.
Definition of Fragile, in Ephyon's words:
A person who has been through alot and gets hurt very easily, easily emotional.
"And I love you the most" (Ephyon when trying to clear my head over his definition of 'fragility')
I'm currently recuperating from the multiple wounds suffered inside me due to schoolwork, misunderstandings, heartaches. Trying my very best to be genuinely happy.
Now I'm wondering whether how have you guys perceived my blog to be like. Over the years, I've tried many kinds of style of blogging and so far a lot were commented and not commented. I do not really see it as my personal blog, therefore whenever I reveal something private it's always let people down because I only reveal the obselete part of it. But right now I don't feel like blogging much, so I've conjured something up and let you guys decide.
Please vote and let me know.
easily broken or destroyed, and thus often of subtle or intricate structure
The chemist synthesizes a fragile molecule.
The UN tries to maintain the fragile peace process in the region.
He is a very fragile person and gets easily depressed.
Definition of Fragile, in Ephyon's words:
A person who has been through alot and gets hurt very easily, easily emotional.
"And I love you the most" (Ephyon when trying to clear my head over his definition of 'fragility')
I'm currently recuperating from the multiple wounds suffered inside me due to schoolwork, misunderstandings, heartaches. Trying my very best to be genuinely happy.
Now I'm wondering whether how have you guys perceived my blog to be like. Over the years, I've tried many kinds of style of blogging and so far a lot were commented and not commented. I do not really see it as my personal blog, therefore whenever I reveal something private it's always let people down because I only reveal the obselete part of it. But right now I don't feel like blogging much, so I've conjured something up and let you guys decide.
Please vote and let me know.
Dear blog
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It's so ironic how I have to call you this ain't it? That I promised to only use this channel to highlight about political and social issues which I felt that needs some talking and clarifying about. Never thought this channel would be the only space for me to talk about myself.
I only feel that I don't have any true friends left you know? None I can trust, none that volunteers to listen, none that resist my anger for the sake of listening attentively.
A lot of them heard half of it, and dismiss half of the other claiming that I shouted, being rude, being irrational, unreasonable, and most of all, that they didn't want to hear.
How remarkable. And these people were the ones who said they were willing to listen if I have ever had any problems, that I can feel free to call them or talk to them.
Yesterday they reprimanded me for taking my anger out on them. That they are still willing to listen. But just don't take my anger out on them.
So dear blog, I'm taught to rant and complain, but calmly, without emotion, and most importantly, do not expect them to have a calm reaction in return.
This is the definition of friends in this time of my life. If that is the case, what good of me to continue complaining to them or rant, if they were not willing to understand the tone of my voice, not willing to acknowledge the battered heart that continued to bleed, not willing to see the fact that all I needed was.....just a silent channel....
I understand now. A silent channel. I needed a one-sided confession. I needed someone, or something where I can pour out to, without actually rebuking me back.
Call me emo if you want, anonymous flamers. I am being emo nearing the brink of seclusion. I'm thinking of excusing myself from interacting with them. I can never understand what's going through my mind.
And to think...I had patiently listened to them while trying to help them with solutions. Sure, theirs might not be a blast of anger or a fit of rage. Call it whatever you want. I don't care now. If they think it is unfair, then what of me being unfair for getting cold shoulders and cold-hard stares and glares filled with words of sacarsm whenever I tried asking about them.
Dear blog, I hate to admit this, but they threw my deed out of the window the moment they hear my rant over what they presume was a small thing and a sign of my ignorance that caused my own pain, anger, frustration, and suffering. Yes, I should have consulted them instead of relying totally on my boyfriend's 100% true facts simply because he's a long term resident there and I choose to shut away my window to other opinions. That was how it sounds like.
Sigh....maybe I shouldn't count my blessings. I shouldn't even count the deeds I've ever did. I'm just another miscreant being created by the Almighty God. Just another pitiful human passing by his/her life without looking back of its value.
I'm looking back, and I achieved the greatest when in seclusion, in no contact with humans seeking to put me down upon hearing another rant of mine. That was how my value of life is, to be looked down upon and getting some great achievements I've never received in my entire life. It's always that pattern. It runs in the family, the eldest daughters of the family.
Perhaps, I should stop arguing and start accepting my fate....I'm always an island, because no one understands me.
And they say No man is an island.
I am no man.....I don't even think I'm human to start with
So, in end of this, good bye to whoever I thought I hold dear most, only to realise, that they will never can understand me....
I shouldn't have come out......
I only feel that I don't have any true friends left you know? None I can trust, none that volunteers to listen, none that resist my anger for the sake of listening attentively.
A lot of them heard half of it, and dismiss half of the other claiming that I shouted, being rude, being irrational, unreasonable, and most of all, that they didn't want to hear.
How remarkable. And these people were the ones who said they were willing to listen if I have ever had any problems, that I can feel free to call them or talk to them.
Yesterday they reprimanded me for taking my anger out on them. That they are still willing to listen. But just don't take my anger out on them.
So dear blog, I'm taught to rant and complain, but calmly, without emotion, and most importantly, do not expect them to have a calm reaction in return.
This is the definition of friends in this time of my life. If that is the case, what good of me to continue complaining to them or rant, if they were not willing to understand the tone of my voice, not willing to acknowledge the battered heart that continued to bleed, not willing to see the fact that all I needed was.....just a silent channel....
I understand now. A silent channel. I needed a one-sided confession. I needed someone, or something where I can pour out to, without actually rebuking me back.
Call me emo if you want, anonymous flamers. I am being emo nearing the brink of seclusion. I'm thinking of excusing myself from interacting with them. I can never understand what's going through my mind.
And to think...I had patiently listened to them while trying to help them with solutions. Sure, theirs might not be a blast of anger or a fit of rage. Call it whatever you want. I don't care now. If they think it is unfair, then what of me being unfair for getting cold shoulders and cold-hard stares and glares filled with words of sacarsm whenever I tried asking about them.
Dear blog, I hate to admit this, but they threw my deed out of the window the moment they hear my rant over what they presume was a small thing and a sign of my ignorance that caused my own pain, anger, frustration, and suffering. Yes, I should have consulted them instead of relying totally on my boyfriend's 100% true facts simply because he's a long term resident there and I choose to shut away my window to other opinions. That was how it sounds like.
Sigh....maybe I shouldn't count my blessings. I shouldn't even count the deeds I've ever did. I'm just another miscreant being created by the Almighty God. Just another pitiful human passing by his/her life without looking back of its value.
I'm looking back, and I achieved the greatest when in seclusion, in no contact with humans seeking to put me down upon hearing another rant of mine. That was how my value of life is, to be looked down upon and getting some great achievements I've never received in my entire life. It's always that pattern. It runs in the family, the eldest daughters of the family.
Perhaps, I should stop arguing and start accepting my fate....I'm always an island, because no one understands me.
And they say No man is an island.
I am no man.....I don't even think I'm human to start with
So, in end of this, good bye to whoever I thought I hold dear most, only to realise, that they will never can understand me....
I shouldn't have come out......
I don't have to clarify
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If you dare, show your face and ask me what is my problem with you.
Spreading my words behind my back without clearance will only led you and me being in an awkward situation.
I know, because I had the same thing happening in form 5.
I couldn't care less then. Why should I now?
Simply because the circle of people are different than before?
I was a loner then. If environment persists, I can turn into a loner like before, like always.
I can always relapse back to self-reclusion. But I know you can't.
So if you have a problem with me, talk to me, don't go around letting people assume I'm some kind of idiot oblivious about what has been going on.
Or are you just afraid to look at me face to face?
If you are, then go ahead and spread. I couldn't care less and I won't clarify unless somebody asked.
清者自清
I'll always be alright. Cause I know I have myself to depend on.
Even if you see me crying it is not a sign of defeat or weakness. It is merely a release of pent-up emotion.
I'll just cry whenever I want to. I won't keep it in anymore.
I don't want to think of depression and suicide when I've been through that walkway of hell....keeping it in always makes me worst.
So, be a human. And I dare you to clarify things with me.
Spreading my words behind my back without clearance will only led you and me being in an awkward situation.
I know, because I had the same thing happening in form 5.
I couldn't care less then. Why should I now?
Simply because the circle of people are different than before?
I was a loner then. If environment persists, I can turn into a loner like before, like always.
I can always relapse back to self-reclusion. But I know you can't.
So if you have a problem with me, talk to me, don't go around letting people assume I'm some kind of idiot oblivious about what has been going on.
Or are you just afraid to look at me face to face?
If you are, then go ahead and spread. I couldn't care less and I won't clarify unless somebody asked.
清者自清
I'll always be alright. Cause I know I have myself to depend on.
Even if you see me crying it is not a sign of defeat or weakness. It is merely a release of pent-up emotion.
I'll just cry whenever I want to. I won't keep it in anymore.
I don't want to think of depression and suicide when I've been through that walkway of hell....keeping it in always makes me worst.
So, be a human. And I dare you to clarify things with me.
We have made our call
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Congratulations.
I'm happy with the turnout of this year's election, because it proves exactly what the government have been denying so much.
1) That the people do listen carefully and rationally before they make their call on who they want to choose. That we are not brainwashed by a one-sided coverage whatsoever.
2) The internet, is the true channel of power, that how much we have relied on it and how it have brought such a great turnout in Malaysia.
So yes, we have spoken, we have given a chance for you to help us change. We called for it, the results are out, you have already been given the power.
So what's your call?
What could you do for us?
I hope it's nothing last minute, for we, can turn you away like that, very easily.
Remember us, we have the power.
Congratulations again.
I'm happy with the turnout of this year's election, because it proves exactly what the government have been denying so much.
1) That the people do listen carefully and rationally before they make their call on who they want to choose. That we are not brainwashed by a one-sided coverage whatsoever.
2) The internet, is the true channel of power, that how much we have relied on it and how it have brought such a great turnout in Malaysia.
So yes, we have spoken, we have given a chance for you to help us change. We called for it, the results are out, you have already been given the power.
So what's your call?
What could you do for us?
I hope it's nothing last minute, for we, can turn you away like that, very easily.
Remember us, we have the power.
Congratulations again.
What the heck are you competing for?
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This is not what I had in mind. Totally none of this can happen if we had a civilised society with a very right mind.
courtesy of AP. Hillary Clinton won quite a number of states in this Super Tuesday yesterday.
There is not one single banners going across the nation (which is like, 50 times bigger than ours hello? Or even if they have, it's only that one banner big enough. Still trying to find pictures to prove it.) to ensure the candidate had the exposure. Because they receive adequate exposures on television, participating in debates, engaging in their own ideology to ensure they will collect all those votes and, in time, in this November, vote for who is the biggest winner of America. I understand they DO need a few months for their campaign because the United States of America does cover a lot of land.
(Photos courtesy of Kenny Sia, Jeff Ooi and Nigel. I know. I steal them from you guys. Sorry. Sue me if you want for copyright infringement. I needed proof mah)
Want to know the difference?
America's Election Campaign '08 - Super Tuesday.
Question: Do you see alot of banners?
Answer: All I see are placards (Those you can bring back home and recycle)
courtesy of AP. Hillary Clinton won quite a number of states in this Super Tuesday yesterday.There is not one single banners going across the nation (which is like, 50 times bigger than ours hello? Or even if they have, it's only that one banner big enough. Still trying to find pictures to prove it.) to ensure the candidate had the exposure. Because they receive adequate exposures on television, participating in debates, engaging in their own ideology to ensure they will collect all those votes and, in time, in this November, vote for who is the biggest winner of America. I understand they DO need a few months for their campaign because the United States of America does cover a lot of land.
Enough of presidential talk. There are a lot of chances to talk about those. Now, lets go to Malaysia's Election Campaign '08
Question: How many kinds of banners do you see?
(Photos courtesy of Kenny Sia, Jeff Ooi and Nigel. I know. I steal them from you guys. Sorry. Sue me if you want for copyright infringement. I needed proof mah)See? How annoying. And these pictures weren't the worse. I have seen those near my university (which is near Petaling Jaya Selatan). These big ones are not the worse. The WORST, are those tiny buntings that you see everytime you passed by any road, or those big posters found in any roundabout possible. I passed by all those driving for almost 2 weeks. At first it's exciting as the elections were all about the new candidates. Publicity stunts through talks, or what they like to call "ceramahs". It seems exciting at some point. But seriously, if I face that same face, same poster in EVERY SINGLE CORNER AND ROUNDABOUT I TURN TO. I puke first before I can even vote. What a waste of money to turn people off poll stations. Seriously.
(Disclaimer: before I can continue on, let me just get this straight, call me a whiner if you have to, but I am only 20 years old. Had I been born earlier or the Election was held later, I would vote. So please do not leave comments like I'm baseless or all talk no action)
But what happens when things get really really nasty, and starts to attack each other personally?
like this:
Or this:
Or even this:
(I know the last picture was supposed to be funny. But isn't this vandalism at some point on the icon of Kuching? Imagine if Barisan Nasional and DAP or PKR or PAS put one flag each at the Twin Towers. Do you think that's funny?)
(Photos again courtesy to Kenny Sia, Teresa Kok and me. I took some of the pictures. Won't tell you which one.)
Do you want to know what I call this?
A fucking waste of money.
Why are the political parties putting all sorts of banners across the nation filled with only their logos and going around hammering the nation to vote for them? What good will it do? Are we that shallow-minded that graphic appeal matters so much?
Why is it that no one would step up and say "hey, screw the graphics and focus on empowering the nation with RATIONAL policies to convince them that words can also do a difference"?
If you don't believe in the mainstream media, where it was already splashed with TV commercials, Radio ads, banners, print ads, all about Barisan Nasional, you can always check out blogs, good ones too. They might not all be from the Opposition, although the Opposition does use the Internet to their advantage unlike BN.
But what do I see in political blogs and mainstream media nowadays?
Media: BN hammering Opposition
Political blogs: Opposition hammering BN.
Damn it! STOP HAMMERING EACH OTHER AND PLEASE TRY TO MAKE A REAL PLAN OUT OF SOMETHING FOR MALAYSIANS TO SEE CAN OR NOT?
I used to be really impressed with the plans of the Opposition. Because I can see that when they try, they could make a difference. Because they have fielded in those who are really professionals in regards of economy, sociology, IT, etc, these fields that needs alot of boosting and planning to ensure that Malaysia had truly achieved the development they wanted. But unfortunately, these "professionals" are now trying to make an impression to the folks at some towns, but still needed to update their blogs. Really feel impressed by their hard work. But at the same time, I wondered about something.
What are you guys trying to show here?
What are you guys competing for?
Are you competing against each other and let the audience see some shows and let them decide themselves who to vote?
Are you competing to just impress voters?
Look at the other countries, where would they need to use so much banners and cover the whole town with it? Just so that they'll reminded to vote whoever's in their constituency?
Whatever happen to the power of debate? Isn't that what we wanted to hear? That we can listen, with our own ears, what have the candidates, which are YOU GUYS, have in mind?
The Opposition had been trying always to invite a debate from the BN, but it's always rejected, because they don't feel the need of it. Reason was so simple: "Look at our progress, look at yours. sux2bu :("
Really? What kind of progress did you do? Those personal attacks against the parties counted? Those sexist ones? (even if they had taken it down we'll never forget this episode) Progress of Malaysia? Really? Then why do we keep hearing accusations of corruptions and misuse of rakyat's money?
What about those news about injustices and meddlings of religion? People, Sharlini is not found yet. By now she could have died or brought to another country, and you were all busy trying to maintain some kind of peace because you were worried about some hacker that hacks into the political system that is already biased and giving a ground advantage to the major political party?
And don't get me hammering on the indelible ink scam. I feel SICK just looking at that piece of shit news!
The Opposition was no better. Sure, Tony Pua had provided really relevant insight s into the Economy, same for Jeff Ooi for the Technology part (Thank god wei, I didn't know there were so many scams just involving the handphones itself), but now as they are going out for the talks, leaving the blogs behind, who else can do the same kind of research as they can? Who?
I don't know if the Opposition meant to play the BN game, fighting over numbers of banners, numbers of voters, numbers of ceramahs, all numbers! All numbers, all only about quantities. But has anyone touch about quality other than the same kind of promises we had been listening for so many years? Can anyone actually ensure that Malaysia will be in safe hands regardless of who wins? Can ANYONE tell me?
If you can, then answer these question:
What the heck are you competing for? Only the seats? Then what?
Do you need to compete like this if Malaysians do know how to think?
I really want to know. Because I feel sad as a Malaysian, that this is how we play the democratic game. It is not a nice game that involves our wellbeing, future and money. Not nice at all.
Hopefully, someone can answer
Hopefully.
Bye bye.
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cDi
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I'm sure we'll meet again dear friend.
Thank you for being part of my life during our Foundation days.
Thank you for being able to understand from my perspective of how life it should be.
I know it must have been hard for you to continue on despite the dire situation, but I respect your decision. I'm sure you'll find something better.
I'll never forget how you said you can trust in me because we think alike, even though we don't talk much.
I cannot agree more.
Truthfully, if I had known you are going so soon, I'd be holding a farewell ceremony even if your coursemates won't attend. But I know fully well who would.
Other than me of course.
But alas, it was not meant to be. I'm also quite afraid to organise such things, because we know fully well we'll be teary-eyed even though we don't talk much together. Because between you and me, words just fail to establish what we know of each other right?
Ah well, this is the end of it. I'm dedicating this whole post to you. You know fully well who you are. And even if you are going somewhere. Please don't delete your msn. You know you can always count on seeing me online. Like what the jokes say, I online 24/7. Haha.
Farewell and goodbye. But it's not the last goodbye we hear from each other. Soon, "hello again" will pop up from our MSN conversation window. =)
(Feels a little empty losing another common friend in my uni. I'm trying hard not to cry. Really.)
Thank you for being part of my life during our Foundation days.
Thank you for being able to understand from my perspective of how life it should be.
I know it must have been hard for you to continue on despite the dire situation, but I respect your decision. I'm sure you'll find something better.
I'll never forget how you said you can trust in me because we think alike, even though we don't talk much.
I cannot agree more.
Truthfully, if I had known you are going so soon, I'd be holding a farewell ceremony even if your coursemates won't attend. But I know fully well who would.
Other than me of course.
But alas, it was not meant to be. I'm also quite afraid to organise such things, because we know fully well we'll be teary-eyed even though we don't talk much together. Because between you and me, words just fail to establish what we know of each other right?
Ah well, this is the end of it. I'm dedicating this whole post to you. You know fully well who you are. And even if you are going somewhere. Please don't delete your msn. You know you can always count on seeing me online. Like what the jokes say, I online 24/7. Haha.
Farewell and goodbye. But it's not the last goodbye we hear from each other. Soon, "hello again" will pop up from our MSN conversation window. =)
(Feels a little empty losing another common friend in my uni. I'm trying hard not to cry. Really.)
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