Man argued in the States to get God out of the school. No Bibles in school, no crucifix or rosaries in lockers and no daily prayers before kids recite the Pledge of Allegiance. Fair enough for me.
Man argued in Malaysia for exclusivity to use the name of God. Some Muslims argues that the name of God in Islam, A word, is solely for Muslims to use and non-Muslims are not allowed to use it verbally or in writing.
This argument, if you are living in Malaysia you can skip this paragraph, came about when Archbishop Murphy Pakiam was served a ban by the Home Ministry for usage of the A word in the Herald’s publication. The Herald is a weekly Catholic paper publication distributed for sale within Catholic churches that contain articles in the English, Bahasa, Chinese, and Tamil languages. Now, arguments have escalated from the mere ban of a word in a paper, to a ban on ALL non-Muslims using words which are associated with Islam.
Quoted from an article, 25 words and 10 expressions are protected under the ban. In another state, as many as 33 words and 15 expressions are under the ban.
Being a mere 19 years of age, my opinion doesn’t matter. I’m just a child exposed to matters concerning adults and the welfare of the nation. In short, I’m a worm in a world of dragons. I’ve read the blogs of famous icons in this country regarding this issue. I’ve seen interviews conducted and articles written of this issue. Matters of religion are sensitive and mere arguments can and has resulted in the damaging of places of worship. In the end, my opinion matters not to officials and big-shots that have the last say in everything.
I am disgusted, disappointed, and sick of the circus coming out of this issue. Why should I bother? I should just live my life as a law-abiding citizen and go through the motions of everyday life. I cannot do that. I cannot grow up in a country that has the leaders thinking it is their right to argue for God. I cannot risk my children coming home one day from school with a fine for using the A word in school to satisfy their curiosity. I cannot live in a country where when religious issues are brought to light, the torching of places of worship happens.
I am not disillusioned. There is no perfect place in this world but there comes a point where it is really too much. I love my God. Why can’t everybody accept the fact that at the end of the day, when you die, we return to our Maker. Not Makers but ONE maker. I do not think there is a Christian Maker, Muslim Maker, Indian Maker or Chinese Maker. We may worship differently but every single human on Earth will one day leave this place. Do you think you get to control where you end up in when you’re dead? Do you suppose arguing about ‘the exclusivity of my religion’ is going to place you in a higher level of heaven? No, you moron. It shouldn’t take a person back from the dead to tell you that either.
Many parents are doing their children injustice by arguing that they’ll be confused when non-Muslims are allowed to use the A word. Do you think children are that stupid? Are you dictating what your children should and shouldn’t think for themselves? I am insulted if my parents so as much give hints to such thoughts. I may or may not die with the religion I was born into. The clarity of my soul and faith is something between my God and me. I do not need my mama breathing down my neck to dictate my faith. My soul is mine.
Please tell me then, what should a Moral teacher say when we learn about the different beliefs in our country?
Teacher: Kita ada Buddha, Tuhan Ganesha, Jesus Christ, dan Tuhan.
Student: Tuhan?
Teacher: Ya, Tuhan orang Islam juga dikenali sebagai Tuhan.
Teacher: We have Buddha, Lord Ganesha, Jesus Christ, and God.
Student: God?
Teacher: Yes, the Muslim God is also known as God.
Does anyone besides me see how confusing this is? Does anyone realize how many textbooks in Malaysia will have to be reprinted? How many will have to be given back to publishers or burnt? Will we have textbooks for Muslim students and non-Muslim students then? Or will non-Muslim students not learn about the religion of Islam? Will we replace the A word with He-whose-name-we-cannot-say in conversations? UTTERLY RIDICULOUS!
I can see Voldemort turning in his fictional grave. Another name invokes more fear than his.
Friday 15 January 2010
Thursday 7 January 2010
Starting 2010.
Despite the title, I must give credit to 2009 for ending marvellously. I had so much fun celebrating the fact that I’m DONE with high school and I could do whatever shit I wanted; with a Cinderella curfew of course. Apparently even celebrations don’t forget that you’re girl in a dangerous world at night.
Christmas for the 2nd year in a row was celebrated with only my immediate family. I wanted to hang out with Jill and Val but Christmas is for family bonding so off I went to Gambang. If you don’t know where that is, it’s 30 minutes away from Kuantan town. Go Google Map it la lazy ass.
Disappointingly, this was the first year I didn’t enjoy Christmas mass. I didn’t even take communion. It was impossible to concentrate with parents’ being noisier than their kids who were running around the church premise. Irony:
*child running around chuckling*
Parent: *loud obnoxious voice* Stop making so much noise! SHHHH!!
Then came the highlight of my night, this handsome hero who swept me off my feet and planted a smile on my face for the entire weekend.
Hero: *hands clasped together in Indian greeting fashion and going around to everyone outside church building at midnight* Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
Yours Truly: *smiles expectantly at her turn to be greeted*
Hero: *grins* Merry Christmas!
Yours Truly: Aww. Merry Christmas to you too!
Ma: *laughs* Ask him if you can give him a kiss.
Yours Truly: *grins while waiting for dear hero to turn around* *motions for hero to come closer*
Hero: *smiles* Yes?
Yours Truly: Can I give you a kiss?
Hero: *looks up at yours truly at 170 cm with heels on* But you so big la! *pausing in between words to nod head like decorative head-bobbing dolls do*
Yours Truly: *bends down and kisses both of hero’s cheeks*
Hero: *squeals in delight and laughs his 70cm self all the way back to his mother’s arms*
Have I mentioned how much I love kids? *grins* So my Christmas was saved most unexpectedly.
So the 4th club I entered in my life was Mist on 30th December. The drive was all right. Found good parking between the Nanyang Press and NSTP buildings. Felt that a good time was coming up because of the joviality in the air with the presence of Mae, Azril, Sue, Rodney and Chipmunk. We had reservations, everyone got in free even under-aged kiddo and the evening began.
I recommend the pink martini, vodka lime and tequila. Yummy stuff but I only a little of each because I was designated driver, hence, I couldn’t get drunk. Poor Chipmunk. If he wasn’t a dude, he could have gotten pissed drunk but he couldn’t because he wasn’t entitled to free drinks. Never mind kid. Better luck next time.
It was an enjoyable night though the club had a water-cut. Of course they provided water in the toilet through big containers. Best thing that happened that night – Mae and Sue got drunk. It was hilarious. One was so off her mind and the other puked constantly.
Drunken Girl #1: Hey, white guy! I should sooooooo go say hi or something. *giggles*
Yours Truly: As if.
Rodney: Yeah, he’s cute right?
Azril: *laughing at drunken girl #1* You sure you wanna do that?
Drunken Girl #1: Yes, why not? Hey, hey, I wanna know you. *hands flailing towards white guy’s direction*
Yours Truly: Dei, not so loud la. You want him to come over?
Drunken Girl #1: Hey, what’s your name?
*white guy’s friend turns with a frown*
Drunken Girl #1: *ducks head behind yours truly* Oops! *giggles harder*
Azril and Rodney: *laughing*
Yours Truly: Oh brother..
Drunken Girl #1: Hey, I wanna go dance!
Yours Truly: You serious? *watches her sway on feet*
Drunken Girl #1: Yea! Rodney and Azril are there!
Yours Truly: They’re in the toilet.
Drunken Girl #1: Oh.. *sits back down and puts head on table next to drunken girl #2 for a cat-nap*
Drunken Girl #2: *looks at air around her*
Friend: Are you ok?
Drunken Girl #2: Yeah, I’m fine. *head on table* *gets up and heads to toilet*
Friend: You sure you’re all right?
Drunken Girl #2: Yes la. *irritated* Stop asking. *gets up and heads to toilet*
Drunken Girl #2: *sits down on stool from another toilet trip*
Friend: Hey, you ok? *holds arm*
Drunken Girl #2: *glares the best she could drunkenly, pushes hand away, head back on table*
It was funny. Really, it was. Plus Mae and Rodney had a short argument about who spotted the white guy first which Rodney won. Fun was another word too. Rodney, Azril and I had this threesome start-off dance which FINALLY prompted those useless dicks at the side of the dance floor to start grooving ON the dance floor. Plus this girl in a red top was trying to get Rodney to dance dirty with her but too bad for her, Rodney just wasn’t interested. *evil smirk* Plus, I think I saw a famous TV3 field-reporter standing beside our table too.
We left early cos 3 of our entourage wouldn’t dance and with only 3 left, we decided McDonald’s it is to hang out and chat. Approximately 3.30am, we left due to a power-cut. What a shame.. We were enjoying our conversations which were getting a ‘lil too much for Chipmunk to handle. I wonder if he’s thoroughly corrupted now, that little boy.
The coming of New Year saw Mae and yours truly watching Sherlock Holmes. It was bloody good, IS and will be for you when you view it. Warning, you have to listen to them talking to get half the humour. Then we joined Azril, Rodney, Sue and Danielle at some cheap imitation of a club at Era Square and decided to head out to A&W for some American fast-food at 1a.m.
2nd day of 2010, we (Mae, Azril, Sue, yours truly, Jill and Val) met up at mamak for some drinks and to hold intelligent conversations. Sue of course had something else in mind. After I exclaimed at the bruise that Mae left on her right arm and turned around to listen to Jill enlighten me with some rumour, Sue decided to bite me on the back of the left shoulder. Until the post is published, the ugly bruise is still glaring to the eye in shades of red spots and black.
Ma: What IS that?
Yours Truly: Oh, Sue bit me at the mamak.
Ma: *frowns* Go and wash it.
Yours Truly: Yeah, it could be infected right? I know.
Dear rabid Sue, hope you enjoyed that bruise Mae gave you! BLEH.
My resume has been sent out and all I have to do is wait for prospective employers to call me for an interview. I’m hoping so. If it doesn’t turn out that way, I’ll work with my dad. Speaking of which..
Yours Truly: *sees pa calling* Hello?
Pa: Girl, where’s the camera charger?
Yours Truly: I don’t know. I haven’t seen it for months.
Pa: Know how to use but don’t know how to put it back! Get back home now and find it out.
Yours Truly: *hangs up and mutters* Which part of months he doesn’t understand? Put back where exactly anyways?
Val: What’s up?
Yours Truly: My dad called to ask me where the camera charger is.
Jill: *chuckles* He thinks you’re the lost and found desk is it?
Yours Truly: *laughs* He does. I gotta go. Be back as soon as I find it. *leaves mamak*
So here I am now in the 6th day of the new year and tomorrow I’ll be having a date with Shaffer Chimere Smith! I’m so excited my hands can start trembling if I think about it. Plus, I won an autographed copy of the album Year of The Gentleman from fly.fm. Excited doesn’t even begin to describe my feelings. So it’s off to Ne-Yo’s concert tomorrow!
Price of ticket: RM170
Venue: Sunway Lagoon Surf Beach
Concert Starting: 8.30pm
Outfit: Articles from wardrobe
Time of Departure: 3.30pm
Companions: Mae (who will meet up with Azril and Sue for a movie while I enjoy the concert)
Feelings and Satisfaction: PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My first paid-for concert for an artist who I admire. How can I not be over the moon for this? I heard there’s an opening act by Najwa Mahiaddin, a Malaysian jazz artist. Also, opening act by Jadyn Maria, the first artist to sign up with Ne-Yo’s recording company who’s also following him in his Year of The Gentleman tour. Still contemplating taking pictures and dressing up. It’s good that Anne will be there although she admitted she’s no Ne-Yo fan. Her friend won 3 tickets worth RM260 from fly.fm and asked her along. Bitter? No, just slightly jealous but nothing’s fair in this world. At least I have company in there.
This is getting too long. Now be happy for me. I’m going to extremely delirious tomorrow. I’ll hit that flaming giant ball in the center of this solar system if I could go to Creations 2010.
20 – 20.10.2010: 289 days
Christmas for the 2nd year in a row was celebrated with only my immediate family. I wanted to hang out with Jill and Val but Christmas is for family bonding so off I went to Gambang. If you don’t know where that is, it’s 30 minutes away from Kuantan town. Go Google Map it la lazy ass.
Disappointingly, this was the first year I didn’t enjoy Christmas mass. I didn’t even take communion. It was impossible to concentrate with parents’ being noisier than their kids who were running around the church premise. Irony:
*child running around chuckling*
Parent: *loud obnoxious voice* Stop making so much noise! SHHHH!!
Then came the highlight of my night, this handsome hero who swept me off my feet and planted a smile on my face for the entire weekend.
Hero: *hands clasped together in Indian greeting fashion and going around to everyone outside church building at midnight* Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
Yours Truly: *smiles expectantly at her turn to be greeted*
Hero: *grins* Merry Christmas!
Yours Truly: Aww. Merry Christmas to you too!
Ma: *laughs* Ask him if you can give him a kiss.
Yours Truly: *grins while waiting for dear hero to turn around* *motions for hero to come closer*
Hero: *smiles* Yes?
Yours Truly: Can I give you a kiss?
Hero: *looks up at yours truly at 170 cm with heels on* But you so big la! *pausing in between words to nod head like decorative head-bobbing dolls do*
Yours Truly: *bends down and kisses both of hero’s cheeks*
Hero: *squeals in delight and laughs his 70cm self all the way back to his mother’s arms*
Have I mentioned how much I love kids? *grins* So my Christmas was saved most unexpectedly.
So the 4th club I entered in my life was Mist on 30th December. The drive was all right. Found good parking between the Nanyang Press and NSTP buildings. Felt that a good time was coming up because of the joviality in the air with the presence of Mae, Azril, Sue, Rodney and Chipmunk. We had reservations, everyone got in free even under-aged kiddo and the evening began.
I recommend the pink martini, vodka lime and tequila. Yummy stuff but I only a little of each because I was designated driver, hence, I couldn’t get drunk. Poor Chipmunk. If he wasn’t a dude, he could have gotten pissed drunk but he couldn’t because he wasn’t entitled to free drinks. Never mind kid. Better luck next time.
It was an enjoyable night though the club had a water-cut. Of course they provided water in the toilet through big containers. Best thing that happened that night – Mae and Sue got drunk. It was hilarious. One was so off her mind and the other puked constantly.
Drunken Girl #1: Hey, white guy! I should sooooooo go say hi or something. *giggles*
Yours Truly: As if.
Rodney: Yeah, he’s cute right?
Azril: *laughing at drunken girl #1* You sure you wanna do that?
Drunken Girl #1: Yes, why not? Hey, hey, I wanna know you. *hands flailing towards white guy’s direction*
Yours Truly: Dei, not so loud la. You want him to come over?
Drunken Girl #1: Hey, what’s your name?
*white guy’s friend turns with a frown*
Drunken Girl #1: *ducks head behind yours truly* Oops! *giggles harder*
Azril and Rodney: *laughing*
Yours Truly: Oh brother..
Drunken Girl #1: Hey, I wanna go dance!
Yours Truly: You serious? *watches her sway on feet*
Drunken Girl #1: Yea! Rodney and Azril are there!
Yours Truly: They’re in the toilet.
Drunken Girl #1: Oh.. *sits back down and puts head on table next to drunken girl #2 for a cat-nap*
Drunken Girl #2: *looks at air around her*
Friend: Are you ok?
Drunken Girl #2: Yeah, I’m fine. *head on table* *gets up and heads to toilet*
Friend: You sure you’re all right?
Drunken Girl #2: Yes la. *irritated* Stop asking. *gets up and heads to toilet*
Drunken Girl #2: *sits down on stool from another toilet trip*
Friend: Hey, you ok? *holds arm*
Drunken Girl #2: *glares the best she could drunkenly, pushes hand away, head back on table*
It was funny. Really, it was. Plus Mae and Rodney had a short argument about who spotted the white guy first which Rodney won. Fun was another word too. Rodney, Azril and I had this threesome start-off dance which FINALLY prompted those useless dicks at the side of the dance floor to start grooving ON the dance floor. Plus this girl in a red top was trying to get Rodney to dance dirty with her but too bad for her, Rodney just wasn’t interested. *evil smirk* Plus, I think I saw a famous TV3 field-reporter standing beside our table too.
We left early cos 3 of our entourage wouldn’t dance and with only 3 left, we decided McDonald’s it is to hang out and chat. Approximately 3.30am, we left due to a power-cut. What a shame.. We were enjoying our conversations which were getting a ‘lil too much for Chipmunk to handle. I wonder if he’s thoroughly corrupted now, that little boy.
The coming of New Year saw Mae and yours truly watching Sherlock Holmes. It was bloody good, IS and will be for you when you view it. Warning, you have to listen to them talking to get half the humour. Then we joined Azril, Rodney, Sue and Danielle at some cheap imitation of a club at Era Square and decided to head out to A&W for some American fast-food at 1a.m.
2nd day of 2010, we (Mae, Azril, Sue, yours truly, Jill and Val) met up at mamak for some drinks and to hold intelligent conversations. Sue of course had something else in mind. After I exclaimed at the bruise that Mae left on her right arm and turned around to listen to Jill enlighten me with some rumour, Sue decided to bite me on the back of the left shoulder. Until the post is published, the ugly bruise is still glaring to the eye in shades of red spots and black.
Ma: What IS that?
Yours Truly: Oh, Sue bit me at the mamak.
Ma: *frowns* Go and wash it.
Yours Truly: Yeah, it could be infected right? I know.
Dear rabid Sue, hope you enjoyed that bruise Mae gave you! BLEH.
My resume has been sent out and all I have to do is wait for prospective employers to call me for an interview. I’m hoping so. If it doesn’t turn out that way, I’ll work with my dad. Speaking of which..
Yours Truly: *sees pa calling* Hello?
Pa: Girl, where’s the camera charger?
Yours Truly: I don’t know. I haven’t seen it for months.
Pa: Know how to use but don’t know how to put it back! Get back home now and find it out.
Yours Truly: *hangs up and mutters* Which part of months he doesn’t understand? Put back where exactly anyways?
Val: What’s up?
Yours Truly: My dad called to ask me where the camera charger is.
Jill: *chuckles* He thinks you’re the lost and found desk is it?
Yours Truly: *laughs* He does. I gotta go. Be back as soon as I find it. *leaves mamak*
So here I am now in the 6th day of the new year and tomorrow I’ll be having a date with Shaffer Chimere Smith! I’m so excited my hands can start trembling if I think about it. Plus, I won an autographed copy of the album Year of The Gentleman from fly.fm. Excited doesn’t even begin to describe my feelings. So it’s off to Ne-Yo’s concert tomorrow!
Price of ticket: RM170
Venue: Sunway Lagoon Surf Beach
Concert Starting: 8.30pm
Outfit: Articles from wardrobe
Time of Departure: 3.30pm
Companions: Mae (who will meet up with Azril and Sue for a movie while I enjoy the concert)
Feelings and Satisfaction: PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My first paid-for concert for an artist who I admire. How can I not be over the moon for this? I heard there’s an opening act by Najwa Mahiaddin, a Malaysian jazz artist. Also, opening act by Jadyn Maria, the first artist to sign up with Ne-Yo’s recording company who’s also following him in his Year of The Gentleman tour. Still contemplating taking pictures and dressing up. It’s good that Anne will be there although she admitted she’s no Ne-Yo fan. Her friend won 3 tickets worth RM260 from fly.fm and asked her along. Bitter? No, just slightly jealous but nothing’s fair in this world. At least I have company in there.
This is getting too long. Now be happy for me. I’m going to extremely delirious tomorrow. I’ll hit that flaming giant ball in the center of this solar system if I could go to Creations 2010.
20 – 20.10.2010: 289 days
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