Showing posts with label Malaysia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Malaysia. Show all posts

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Himpunan Mana Maruah



This is a very smart post from one of these random posters off FB. What she said made me swim in seven seas of deep thoughts and contemplation.

9 Sultans.

1 Prime Minister

1 Deputy Prime Minister

And many more I just am too lazy to quote. So yeah.

9 Sultans.

1 Prime Minister

1 Deputy Prime Minister

All Malays.

So here's something she didn't say but I am.

If with all those positions of power and the Malays still require over protection and berhimpun sebab rasa maruah Melayu tercalar. Then the Malays are the most pussy of a race. The Malays need to take a long hard look at themselves. We are at where we are because we are what we are. 

Ah. Tapi aku letih. 

Thursday, July 30, 2015



I have no fucking sympathy for old suits reeking of money
Who would like to speak of injustice while defining tyranny

You stood by and watch idly at the state of this country's infamy
And still you have the gall to ask for shoulders of empathy ?

Fuck you! For everything that you've received - you once gave
Water your cemetery flowers ? No you decrepit fuck, I spit on your grave!

Not sorry nor am I jubilant - merely a spectator with a bowl full of popcorn
Turn the volume up, lower your voice down because the show's full on.




Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Sakai

Pendapat saya tentang situasi TPM kita ?

Simple.

What you vote you get back. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Sesungguhnya



Sesungguhnya aku tidaklah mahu menyapu garam pada luka yang telah terbuka (rubbing salt to the wound kata orang Perancisnya). Dah la bulan-bulan puasa nie. Tapi aku masih teringat disuatu ketika dahulu ada puak-puak yang begitu gembira atas pelantikan Najib. Najib is a different animal altogether compared to Dolah who was rather timid. Different animal katanya. Kononnya Najib memang akan lanyak Anuar dan kaki-kaki oppositionnya cukup-cukup. Tup tup memang betul. Abis semua kena lanyak. Memang animal betul. Tak cukup dengan opposition machai-machai Amngok sekali dia lanyak. Ini baru betul without prejudice.

Wargh kargh kargh kargh kargh.

Tak cukup dengan GST, tol ngan minyak pun hangpa hadap la lepas nie. 

Thursday, April 16, 2015

PKR Dungu

Heheh. Am still up because tomorrow there's a paper called Banking Operation which basically is just non stop tirades about banking activities in Malaysia from the fixed depo sampai la MIDF. Just to belagak and show off terms I just come to know after 3 to 4 months worth of semester :D

I've covered pretty much 3.5 - 4 past year paper. So now am feeling all confident. Bajet boleh lepas. In Sha Allah. Will cover a little bit more I guess but now my tummy is drumming war songs and I think Megi would be the most viable source of energy but I have been quite strict with my nocturnal diet of late, limiting mouth exercises to only one fruit worth of carb per night. Malam ni langgar habis dah sebab Mak masak dalca kari terbaik dari ladang. But I figure its OK since I'll be up until late. Who knew when you're 'up until late' you get into another cycle of hungriness.

Btw the title of the post is totally unrelated. Anyway I have been seething against PKR for quite some time now but lately I think they're getting dumber and dumber. Kalau dah bodoh. Research results dengan personal opinion pun tak boleh nak beza. Heheh.

Ingat nak reply je tadi but since I have promised myself to stop these petty campaigns against the tak-boleh-diselamatkan I'll just post it in my blog then. My personal blog. My personal opinion.




Thursday, February 12, 2015

Selamat Jalan

First that sharp pang on you heart.

Oh. He is no more.

Then.

The reality.

When it finally sinks in.

That you shall never ever see him again.

That is when the tears start streaming down your face.

Not even noticing the numb turning into sniffles.

Selamat jalan Tok Guru. Tho we may have never met. I feel like I've known you forever.

I am ashamed to write about you for I am but a sinner.

Selamat jalan...

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

I Don't Wish This To My Worst Enemy

If I could say so, I was once, sort of a staunch Anwar supporter. But after his theatricals and stupid antics. I start questioning whether or not he is the man for the job to lead a healthy opposition for Malaysia. And a developed country does not require a good opposition. They NEED it.

The negative connotation of the word 'Pembangkang' had left some good section of Malaysians naively making them the bad guys. There's no bad or good guys in politics. Or at least it shouldn't be. Both the government and opposition members are the elected members of the parliament who should be representing the rakyats for the rakyats. So whatever difference they have in the parliament - say I may not agree on A and he might not agree on B. But we both must agree that both A & B are conceived solely for the good of rakyat in mind.

But what happen in Malaysia ?

Political persecution isn't just unhealthy. It's selfish.

Kau marah aku sebab aku kata kau rasuah. Then buktikan la yang kau tak rasuah. Ini tak. Aku kata kau rasuah ko tangkap aku.

And before we go any further, we must also acknowledge that our opposition is far from perfect. They love to get into petty squabbles and cakap pakai mikrofon benda-benda yang boleh cakap kat telefon.

But for all their imperfection. They are OUR opposition. Even though bodoh & naive at times, I'd like to think that opposition works for the betterment of the rakyats. And what do these people dapat pun in return of their loud mouthed approach. Only scorns from the very people they are trying fight for.

Again. I don't intend to make our opposition sounds babyish, silky white with delicate wings on their backs. They're NOT.

But all the more reason to ponder my next point:

An honest government has got nothing to fear from such a shamble of an opposition. Kalau ko baik, ko tak payah risau pun tahi-tahi yang orang baling tu akan lekat dekat baju ko.

So why then, I ask - the political persecution ?

If we are targeting homos now, should we start sweeping just around KL ? Gays don't fucking hide nowadays. Some people doesn't have any qualms to mengaku dorang gay. But this guy, against all odds, after all denials. The charges still stick.

But. Ah lantak la. Am getting to the point.

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Gambar kat atas ni sebenarnya point aku. Sorry I took like 538,000 words just to arrive to a single point. Gambar kat atas nie sebenarnya buat aku sangat sebak. Apa dosa wanita-wanita nie kita pisahkan depa dari bapak depa ? Isteri yang kehilangan suami. Anak-anak yang kehilangan bapak. Cucu yang kehilangan tokwan. 

And most importantly.. *sighs*

Seorang lelaki berumur yang kehilangan segalanya.

Apa jadah nak jadi dengan kita nie. And kalau kita redha dengan benda-benda macam nie.

Anwar had his faults. And aku makin meluat lepas Selangor MB punya fiasco. But.

NOBODY deserves this.

And orang kata kalau betul dia buat. Apa yang betulnya ? Kita bukan dakwa dia dekat mahkamah syariah. Mahkamah syariah requires saksi-saksi yang cukup syaratnya. And kalau orang tu tak mengaku sampai sudah, ada cara lain pulak.

Ni mahkamah manusia bos. Kalau pure syariah court yang hukum dia and he's found guilty then let him rot in jail for the entirety of his age. Tapi kalau mahkamah manusia nie, hearsay. Aku kata ko buat. Ko kata aku buat. And ada pulak orang ketiga yang kata "Hrm, OK memang ko salah"

Baiklah.

Panjangnya aku mengomel.

Takpelah. Mahkamah manusia ada. Mahkamah Tuhan lagi power. Kalaulah, ditakdirkan beliau tak buat seperti apa yang dituduh. Maka jawablah esok dengan yang Maha Kuasa. Air mata isteri, air mata anak-anak. Tangisan cucu. And mostly dosa-dosa orang yang terlibat secara tak langsung kalau mereka mengiyakan atau memadankan muka si yang teraniaya.

Tah la mungkin aku berat sebelah sebab political inclination aku. Tapi bukan ini caranya kita buat dekat orang. I don't wish for this to happen to my worst enemy.

Saturday, February 07, 2015

Besok Kelas & Aku Rasa Nak Ponteng Lagi Post

50 tahun lebih dah merdeka. And we're still asking sapa lagi racist. Cina ke Melayu. Kalaulah Malaysia ni sebuah company, and aku seorang funder, I would say the management bottom-up semua fail. 50 tahun lebih aku dok pump duit untuk jadikan organisasi nie sebuah organisasi yang berjaya. But we fail at the MOST ELEMENTARY level of asking. Racial harmony 2-3 tahun nie had only worsen. I guess it's been there all along its just that Facebook makes it easier for everybody to unleash their racial demons with minimal to no concerns about reprimands. 

So tak payah nak start dengan bangunan, PTPTN mahupun universitas-universitas yang dibina oleh kerajaan tersebut. Sebab macam aku cakap tadi, kalau Malaysia nie sebuah organisasi - aku EXPECT the most basic thing macam education, health et cetera akan ada. Cuma bila dah dekat 50 tahun dia ada, aku akan expect progress, improvements et cetera.

Memang saya tak reti nak memerintah. Saya tak pernah kata pun saya pandai memerintah. Tapi politikus-politikus nie masuk bertanding dalam pilihanraya, pastilah mereka nie semua sangat well versed dalam hal memerintah ni, bukan ? So kalau David Moyes of Manchester United akan di judge dari segi performance team yang beliau pilih, so do our ministers right ? We should stop with the archaic tradition of blind loyalty towards the ones who walk within the corridors of power. Dorang manusia. Made of flesh and blood and just like us. And just like us, these people are not perfect. And jangan start dengan maksum. Aku rasa nak tergelak. Hahah.












I am but a keyboard warrior.

An armchair general.

But at the very least, couldn't I ask more for our people ?

Friday, July 18, 2014

Come Back

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Having been in the aviation industry myself. Lord knows how much it saddens me to receive the piece of news that we have lost yet another flight. Another muted tragedy of lost souls. Voices yearning to be heard but probably never will. 

It hits home. 

It feels personal.

More than just another tragedy, another mishap, you feel like you've just lost one of your own. 

MAS are brothers and sisters.

And the manner in which it happened, two air crafts in a matter of months. I think you don't have to put two and two together, you'd still feel that something is amiss. But the sad truth is that we will probably never know.

If this was a ploy to a bigger picture unbeknownst to us, even more vexing. Probably just a collateral damage for the greater good of mankind. Yeah, right.

With agony and tears, from a fellow aviation servant, from a brother to brothers and sisters, from a Malaysian to another Malaysian, from a fellow human being to another human being, my deepest condolences.

Trials and tribulations define characters and it is my deepest lying hope that MAS should rise from these ashes, like a phoenix rising. Come back MAS, prove these naysayers just how fucken wrong they are.

Come back. 

Thursday, April 03, 2014

An Open Letter From A MAS Pilot's Daughter

This note is long overdue and is something that I should have written a long time ago - to let my dad know of how proud I am of him.

I am proud of what he does, in spite of him not being around for almost half of my life.

I am so sorry for being ashamed to tell my friends that you are indeed a pilot. A good one at that.

Apparently, I was told that I was less than pleasant and I was being a difficult (but adorable?) kid.

Nevertheless, I grew up loving airports and flying.

My father, just like the missing Captain, has worked for Malaysia Airlines ever since he left school.

Many times we urged him to work with different airlines but he refused because he wanted to be close to his family and be around us as often as possible.

We could have enjoyed the perks that were offered - free education at international schools, all living expenses paid, a chauffeur to drive us around if he had accepted job offers from other airlines.

Being a pilot's daughter, you are bound to have just your mother flying solo, attending your first day at school, your academic prize giving ceremonies, your sports days, your birthdays and even those Raya celebration.

The worst incident that occurred while Ayah was not around was when our house was robbed by 3 masked robbers.

On top of that, my mother was then 7 months pregnant. My dad was not around and my mother had to handle everything by herself.

She refused to call my dad and worry him as he was to fly back to Kuala Lumpur the following day.

My mother understood the burden that he carries on his shoulders and the importance of having a full, undivided focus while he is flying as he is responsible for hundreds of lives, and not just his own family back home.

I stood up, and answered, "I remember that he wasn't around for half of the time".

He is far from a bad father. He is just working hard to support our family.

We have come to accept that, especially when people asked us, "Ayah mana? (where's your dad)"

I would answer them "Entah, somewhere around the world. Not sure. Have to check his roster."

All his life, his presence has been determined by a single sheet of paper which he would share with us at the beginning of each month. He would sometimes be annoyed when I ask him about his whereabouts because I should have checked his roster first before asking him that.

Before he leaves for work, each one of us would send him off without fail and watch his airport transfer pick him up and drive off.

Sometimes in the wee hours of the morning, other times in the middle of the night. We would "salam" him in advance before we go to bed.

And whenever he returns from work, everyone in the house would come to the front door, and greet him.

And I never realised how significant these rituals are until the MH370 incident occurred.

Each time he leaves for work, he will be responsible for hundreds of lives, he will be responsible in connecting families together, he will be responsible in helping businessmen seal the deal, he will be responsible in realising wanderlust dreams of travellers.

I remember once, a very old passenger in a wheelchair, waited for Ayah to meet him personally after a London-KL flight, he gave Ayah a thumbs up said, "Are you the Captain? Very smooth landing just now. Thank you!"

But deep inside, our family knew, everytime he leaves for work, there is always a possibility of getting that fateful phone call, the possibility of him never returning home.

He is as 'OCD' (meticulous as some would say) as you would want in any pilot flying your flight, ensuring everything is in place.

Even when it comes to punctuality, he isn't a minute late nor a minute early if he says he's reaching a particular time. ... 'I'm reaching there in seven minutes. Standby'.

Cabin crew sacrificed a lot just so they could help the world connect from point A to point B.

Let us give the families affected by flight MH370 our support, prayers and some privacy.

Before you pass judgement, point fingers, or even spread theories and speculations, remember that you will not only hurt the missing cabin crew's families, but you will hurt our feelings as an extended MAS family.

- Nur Nadia Abd Rahim

Thursday, February 06, 2014

Melayu

The state this country is in. A 12 year old got hit on her head by a golf ball and all we could debate is the fact that she is not a citizen, thus the right for our hospital to refuse treatment for her. 

What ? Why ? How ? 

Saddened doesn't even to begin to describe how the fuckin fuck I feel right now. What happened to us, really what the fuckin fuck happened to us goddamnit ?

A 12 YEAR OLD! Dear God. Save us all from hellfire. 

The state that my race is in right now. We label our fellow human being 'Pak Itam' for being a little darker skinned than us. Macam la kita ni putih sangat. And we treat them like second class human being. As if we are somehow superior in some ways. As if our life is worth more than him in some monetary terms.

The state that my race is in right now. 

An incident witnessed first hand by an Indian friend of mine, a Pakistani guy approached a group of Malay dudes, selling fake leather goods. All of them took a belt each, paid him twenty ringgit, half the original price and they chased the Pakistani guy away. They said to him that the item is fake anyways and he isn't even legal. My good Samaritan friend approached the Pakistani guy and bought a fourty Ringgit wallet for 50 bucks. He refused to take it but my friend insisted and hope that it can erase any sort of grudge they got, if any, towards those guys. The Pakistani guy was overwhelmed. He sat down, said a prayer and cried.

Where does this unfounded superiority complex come from, one can only guess. Tell me when was the last time any Malays have done something that all of us Malaysians, Muslims and Nons alike, can be proud of to grant us such arrogance ?

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Tanah Tumpah Darahku




I thought I didn't care. But oh well.. =)

"I love my country, but I hate the government"

- Anonymous

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Malaysian Prime Media Mocking The Japanese Tsunami Catastrophe


To think that these are the very same person we entrusted to educate the thiking of our citizens makes me shudder in anxiety of the nation's futures.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

Aliens Exist!

Well if not how else do you explain the result of the inquest of Teoh Beng Hock's death: He neither committed suicide nor was he murdered.

I guess they do exist, don't they ? Parents watch your kids!

Thursday, December 02, 2010

Get Off Your High Horses Malaysians.

Humanity who ? Malaysians are so full of rhetoric it makes my inside feels like its tied to a knot. Humanitarian effort here, Mercy there - When foreign workers are being raped in our OWN BACKYARD.

Seriously, why bother sending fleet of ships 100 miles away when foreigners are being treated like 2nd class human being on our own soil ? Drain them dry, put them to work double time, then you send them back to their homes using the oh-so legal way through immigration gateway because why ? - They didn't have any valid travel documents when you were the ones who hired them in the first place.

How did these animals escape unscathed and these immigrants sent back without question ? How fucked up of a logic is that ? Are we so blind that we cannot see this happening in our own backyard ? Are our law experts so dumb not to see this loophole being manipulated by these fucking bastardized leeches ? And are we so inhumane to let these starving HUMAN BEINGS conned into working without being paid ?

OR ARE THEY SIMPLY LESS HUMAN THAN US HIGH HORSE RIDING MALAYSIANS full of Godly rhetoric ?

Malaysia hold so much to answer for.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

News That Everybody Talks About

Actually, I don't wanna delve into the matter for there shall be nothing that I'm gonna say that haven't been said yet. But it's gotten so big to choose the bliss of ignorance. So here goes. The Sosilawati's murder saga.

One of the first questions that crossed my mind was;

Whether there was a higher hand involvement in this ? For first, the swiftness of of the nabbing. Second, its scale. I mean its not easy to kidnap 4 persons, 3 of them all grown up men regardless of how strong and well organized you are. Largely because they were split between 2 vehicles and potential resistance.

Unless you were deploying not less than 10 person strong death squad. And not to mention heavily or moderately armored team, experienced, meticulous and battle ready.

I mean it must've been a handiwork of the pro to be able to pull such precise operation and yet leaving not a single shred of evidence behind. Except for 2 abandoned vehicles which were largely muted witnesses to the crime.

To spice up the conspiracy theory, the prime suspect was one of the faces that you often catch besides those who walk in the corridors of power in MIC. And MIC has had a notorious history of assassinations in their backyard.

Well, I'm not saying that MIC was directly involved. Only, whether by coincidence or what have you, quite a number of their leaders were assassinated execution style in the past.

Secondly, the Dato' prime suspect, has had trails of past crimes against him. 4 missing persons in the space of a year. Not to mention, right after business deals with him.

Yet No Further Action against him ?

I think standard rule of law would have at least dictated that he be at least, investigated. But he was let go Scot free to go and run his killing spree.

It would take another level of ignorance from PDRM's end to overlook this altogether.

Only this time, as history would have it, powers that grew beyond their resources stretch, blew out of proportion. Eventually undone by their own doing. Roman empire in their pomp, conquered almost all of modern day Europe but they didn't know when to stop.

You got away with 4 murders in the space of months, now you've stretched your luck too thin. For this time, the fish is just too big to ignore. What a way to do it.

Sunday, June 06, 2010

THE PISSED THE FUCK OFF POST.

God am so fuckin pissed I don't even know how to deliberate nonchalance. I'm shaking from anger. WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU ARE ? You're Syapie Apdal's wife ? So what ? So what makes you so fuckin special god fuckin damnit ? Embrassed my mother like that, then having the audacity to ask her where she works ? She's a Nobody, you dumb bloody idiot. You on the other fuckin hand are a MINISTER'S WIFE, BODOH. Pukiamak kau.

I am so tinkering with going all the way - Opposition would love this don't they ? And NOT TO MENTION, Government's favorite hate pot. Fuckin read: Malaysia Today. Fine you wanna play the rough ball since I bet you husband's are from being one. Fine, lets go all the fuckin way. Lets fuckin go.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Justice For Aminul Rasyid.


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Its a very, very sad day for for the country. For truth and justice. For the grieving family. For the friends and folks. And of all - humanity.

Let us remember this day. Let us pray. For Allah has GUARANTEED that the prayers of the oppressed are of without hijab. Attended to directly by The Almighty Creator Himself.

May you be restless in pieces, you filthy perpetrator(s).

Friday, January 08, 2010

..of Allah & Burning Churches.

So ahead of the times are we Malaysians that we resort back to burning churches. Gallantry ? Not exactly. In the Prophet's time, there was a bunch of Musyrikin thugs who thought it funny to get a Muslim girl's skirt slightly torn and laughed. The girl went on and report the whole incident to the benevolent Prophet.

Next thing you know, 50 friggin thousand soldiers at your door.

Well, something like that. But the whole point is, that was called for. Those rascals should've seen it coming mocking a Muslim like that - and a girl at that.

But this ? Didn't The Prophet himself forbade the cutting off of trees, hostility against women and children, THE BURNING OF CHURCHES ? Does that ring any bells in your shallow heads ? Anything at all ? Seriously, what can be described Islamic in this ? In whose name do you justify this despicable acts of yours ? You shallow bunch of grass weeded minisculed brain retards.

What's the matter with the Christians using the word Allah ? Isn't their God the SAME EXACT God that the Muslims worship ? Isn't their God the same Al-Khaliq - the very same One who put us all here on His earth ? How is their God different than ours ?

AMNO must've believed that the Christians have got a different God than theirs. Which pretty much sums up how pretty dumbfucked they are. Of which, is not even news. Yesterday's.

Before the bell rings, let me just reiterate here for you shallow Push friggin overs, thinking/accepting/agreeing that other religion's God is somewhat different than ours, spills nothing short of Polytheism. Shirk. Sins of the highest degree - by associating partners with Him.

Now seriously, repent. Or perhaps you might wanna Google the word first.

*Spits*

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Dont We Love Monkeys ?

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Here they come again. The circus from out of town. A bunch of well trained Monkeys trained to caress their masters with the tip of their tongues. The most loyal kind. So loyal that they are willing to hand their masters the whips so that they'd get whooped.

A bunch of trained apes peacocking each's gusto by singing, reciting poem and drooling cheap tears. So that everyone especially the higher ups would even look just for a while. Even just for a little while. Seriously, these are some serious monkeys.

Dont we love monkeys ? They amuse us to no end..