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Showing posts with label issues. Show all posts

Saturday, June 9, 2007

THE PRIME MINISTER GOT MARRIED, SO WHAT?

That's right. So he's married. So what? People got married all the time. Nothing unusual about that.

"Well, he is The Prime Minister, for God's sake!". You may say.

I know that.

For me, its just like when Siti Nurhaliza married Dato' K. Yeah, so?

I dont see the point at all, the big hu ha in sensationalizing the news. Now let see, what will come out of this? At the end of the day, after all the excitement died down, do we see any changes in the social, political and economic scenario? None. Nothing. Except that maybe people will buy more newspapers, perhaps 3 or 4 instead the usual one. All for the same line, same story. Even Tun Mahathir's obligatory response was blown up as if its a big thing by the media. What la?

However, I do miss the ever popular response from the Prime Minister whenever he was asked about those who criticise him, be it on his governing styles, on IDR or on other issues, " We have a lot of work to do". I didnt read such comments anywhere this time. Ah, well, maybe he's so happy and in love.

I do think however, that the next General Election is around the corner. Considering all the facts, the feeeeelllll goooood feelings as pictured by mainstream media's plus this piece of news of the Prime Minister got married, I dare say its upon us.

As the ever proud Malaysian, I wish you Mr. Prime Minister, Sir.. Congratulations!.

But that is all you'll get from me. Nothing more.

Friday, June 8, 2007

IN DEMAND!

It was reported in The Star today that Penang is being invaded by transvestites from Thailand, apparently to meet demands. And this occurred because foreign prostitutes were forced to go into hiding after frequent crackdowns by the authorities.

I was flabbergasted by this piece of news. Talk about being logic. Won't the customers notice the difference? Imagine a customer after paying the agreed price, follows the girl to the room, suddenly notice something " What's that hanging from under your belly?". Man, I really dont know what to say.

But then, I won't blame the vice syndicates for thinking they could pull it off, if those imported ones looks like Miss (Huh?) Thanyarasmi Siraphatphakorn, the current Miss Tiffany Universe, Thailand.

I must confessed that Miss (huh? again) Thanyarasmi looks every bit like a dream girl.

Lust is a weird thing, I supposed.

Saturday, June 2, 2007

EDUCATION FUNDING HEROES

No, these naked guys are not from animal rights group which pictures will be more pleasing to the eye.

These are Uni students in the Philippines who choose to go naked and ran in the streets as a form of protest to the Government for not providing enough funds to education.

Naked butt noble intention indeed.


Picture's source : BBC NEWS ONLINE

HOW TO MARRY A MALAYSIAN 1 : IN MALAYSIA

New post on marriage.

OF MALAYSIAN CITIZENSHIP

I met a lot of ex Malaysians during my time abroad, who gave up their Malaysian citizenship and acquire the citizenship of their adopted country. When I asked, why they made that choice, their answers range from for the sake of their children’s education, to live a better life and because of the fact that they were married with foreigners. I truly respect and admire their sacrifice for the sake of their better future in life.

Then, there were those whose reasons was that, so they can enjoy the best of both worlds, since their adopted country allows dual citizenship. I am cool with that too, but I did advised them Malaysia doesn’t allow dual citizenship and if they were found to have another country’s citizenship while they are in Malaysia by the authorities, their Malaysian citizenship will be revoke.

I also did meet a few ex Malaysian who renounced their Malaysian citizenship so that they can withdraw their EPF savings.

Words just escape me, whenever I heard that kind of reply. But I guess maybe they really were desperate enough.

Some of them, who are now retired, asked me how to get the Malaysian citizenship back because they want to go back and live in Malaysia. When I enquired why, they said they want to spend their remaining life in Malaysia and as a Malaysian. I don’t have the heart to tell them it’s a very difficult and long process and the fact that they were once a Malaysian doesn’t help them in anyway. “There is this Malaysia My Second Home Programme, you know, maybe you could look into that”. I told them.

Renouncing a citizenship of any country is a serious matter. Giving it up demands sacrifices. And I for one, do admire the sacrifices that they made.

But not for EPF savingslah, please.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

SARAJEVO

Winter 1999. My crazy ass friend, Damir asked me one weekend. "Dude. what are you doing this Saturday?" I replied "Nothing man, but I planned to shovel my driveway" (which was packed with snow). "Why dont you follow me?" he said. "Where to?" I asked. "Sarajevo". The city I lived was Zagreb, Croatia and it's about 6 hours drive to Sarajevo.

A bit of history lesson here. Republica Sprska and Federation of Bosnia Herzegovina are 2 different political entities that made up Bosnia Herzegovina. You know the rest.

At that time, peace is still fragile and war in the Balkans could erupted again anytime. What the heck, I thought, I always wanted to go to Sarajevo.

So I said to Damir “Do you actually realize that you are a Croat and I am a Muslim?" He dismissed my concern right away and replied jokingly. “Yeah, yeah, I hate you and the Serbs, you hate me and the Serbs and the Serbs hate us both” I replied “Just making sure you are sane, man”. (To clarify, I dont hate Damir and Serbians)

Packing a few things, foodstuff in case we are going to be stranded, warm clothes since it’s winter we took off in his old Audi. I was concerned about our safety, since it was only just five years ago Serbs, Croats and Bosnian were at each others throat. But whatever worries I have I kept it to myself.

Luckily, nothing happened during the journey. I was overwhelmed to be in Sarajevo. Saw a lot of half standing buildings forever engraved with bullet holes. Damir drove us to his uncle’s place, a house that was already past its glory. “This is my uncle, and the wife is Serbian”. They invited us in and we were served local delicacies including the famous burek. I asked Damir if they lived by themselves. “2 sons were killed during the war, and a daughter migrated to Australia” I didnt know what to say to them and offered my condolences.

The next morning, Damir took me to Sniper’s Alley where running civilians were singled out and killed by snipers, the open air market where 66 Muslims and Serbs were killed by a shell and wounded 200 more while shopping for their daily groceries and the Holiday Inn Sarajevo where journalists camped and covered the war.

I met Serbians, Bosnian and Croats and every single one of them have stories to tell about the war. Translated by Damir, I just listened intently without saying anything.

On our way back to Zagreb, I told Damir that I couldn’t tell the difference between Serbian, Bosnians and Croat by looking at their faces. Damir sighed and said “Before the war, I can’t either” .

I was lost in my thought and felt overwhelmed by the experience. How could it be, here in Sarajevo, people of the same race, with the same physical appearances, speaking the same language, though differed in their religion mercilessly slaughter each other ?

I remembered being grateful that I am a Malaysian.

However, I also remembered thinking, if this happened in Malaysia with its 3 different major races, with contrasting physical appearances, and with each races practicing different religion, Sarajevo will definately be pale in comparison.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

HOW TO GET MARRIED IN THAILAND 3

Sorry girls and boys. I forgot to mention one fact. Some of the mosques will give the marriage cert in Yawi (local malay language). And some will give it in Thai language. To be safe, get it translated before you register your marriage in Malaysia.

I LOVE MALAYSIAN POLITICS 2

A politician best buddy drop a bombshell en route to the party General Assembly that he quits. And he will bring all his supporters out with him. Looks like they wont be tennis buddies anymore.

An aid to the same politician made a statement saying that ROS rejected the appeal by the politician to contest in the party election as an attempt by the government to deter the politician to be a candidate for the party presidency and in the same breath also stated that an appeal has been made to the Home Ministry. Hmmm.... its a bit odd isn't it? Go figure. Isn't Home Ministry a government's body? So why bother appealing the decision?

The politician announced that he decided not to contest against his wife, then the second candidate announced he's not contesting too and the wife won without even sweating. Truly remarkable. WOMAN'S POWER, dude!

Saturday, May 26, 2007

HOW TO GET MARRIED IN THAILAND 2

The first part of this post deals with Muslim’s how to. Again, I am not available to be your guide.

The same story, you fall in love, you want to get married. Well, I forgot to mention that tips on the first post also applies to those who wanted to marry foreigners. Sorry, lupa la.

Anyway, first, get a declaration from the National Registration Department that you are single, nothing but single. The same goes for your other half. If you are a divorcee, it’s much easier. You can use the court order that nullifies your previous marriage.

When you are in Thailand, go to the Malaysian Embassy in Bangkok or The Malaysian Consulate in Songkhla and apply to register your marriage. The form should be the one which state, Pendaftaran Perkahwinan Luar Negeri (Registration of Marriage Overseas). Of course you have to bring all the necessary documents plus a doctor’s report saying you are free from HIV. (Just kidding). Next step, nothing. Its’s done. With that Marriage cert, you are covered legally in Malaysia.

Words of advise, this tips is as true as my knowledge goes. Do make an effort to enquire from the local Islamic Authority in your place and the National Registration Department for their latest regulations.

For those who wants to marry a foreigner, the process is a little bit different and right now I am too lazy to write about it. Next time lah. Okay.

Enjoy your honeymoon.

*lupa - forget

HOW TO GET MARRIED IN THAILAND

Please don’t blame me if your husband’s, wife’s, boyfriends, girlfriends, gayfriends and other people you know pack their bags and head to Thailand after reading this post. I will not accept any responsibility if that happen. And no, I am not available to be your guide.


How to get married in Thailand?. While working there, and in one of my balik kampong trip, my parents neighbor asked me this question, “Why you think they don’t want to put a stop to those who go to Thailand and get married there?” I don’t know how to answer that kind of question but offered an explanation. “Makcik, people will do anything for love, even merenangi lautan api, what more border fences” (Yeah I know, my reply was so cheesy, but that the only answer I could came up with).

Anyway, marriage services are offered by the Imam in most of the mosques over there. If it’s very difficult for you to find one, go to the one of the Muslim restaurant in Hadyai, and they will be more than willing to show you the way. Bring your passport with you. Witnesses? Don’t worry, they will be provided. Language barrier? No problem, some of them can speak Malay which is similar to Kelantanese accent.

From syara’ point of view, what you are doing is legal in Islam. I wont discuss much about this but that’s the basic thing. Mosques in Thailand fall under purview of a Provincial Islamic Authority, so the marriage cert and the marriage itself is legal and binding.

What do you do after that?

Go to Perlis. Register your marriage there. Why Perlis? The Islamic Family Law is quite lenient there compared to other states. There will be a fine imposed because you get married outside your Mukim. I maybe wrong but I think its about RM 1,000.00. Be advised, this is a very important step. You have to register your marriage in Malaysia. Otherwise all legal implication for matters like when you have children and pembahagian harta (to name a few) will be an issue afterwards. But once you register, your marriage will be recognized in Malaysia.

You will then live happily ever after………..or not.

To be continued….

* Balik Kampung - going back home
* Makcik - Auntie (Malaysians address people older than they are in respectful way, like mak cik - auntie, pak cik - uncle even if they dont have any blood relations)
* merenangi lautan api - to swim in a sea of fire (methapor)
* pembahagian harta - division of property

Friday, May 18, 2007

THE MALAYSIAN CONNECTION

In my line of work, occasionally, I have to deal with the public. I enjoy the interaction and will do my best to accomodate them. What I cant stand is those people whom I categorized as the people with the `Malaysian Connections'.

These people will spit out names like water rushing from their mouth of their connection before anything else. Which of course, will be a high ranking officials or a politicians. Dato' this, Tan Sri that. "I know Tan Sri (name censored)". They said. "Yeah sure, but you know what, I also know him. In fact who didnt?" I shot back. I dont want to be rude, but sometimes, I had enough of that shit.

One guy even threathened me by saying he will asked his friend (a Dato' of course) to complain about me in the Parliament. Sheesh!. I dared him back. "Please asked your Dato' to expedite your complain. Get this right, my name is Akula, and my IC number is 123456-78-9101. Oh, and I think you do need my address". Needless to say, he backed off.

I appreciate the fact that Malaysians are very proud if they know somebody in high places. I can also understand them, if they brag about their connections. Its human nature to brag, and I am cool with that.

But using those connection to gain favour or to push your way through? Come on.

Do me a favour. Stand up with your own merits. Because in my book, those people with their `Malaysian Connections' attitude have very low self esteem and are truly lacking in self confidence.

I am just doing my job.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

IMAGINE ( ODE TO THE STUPIDS! )

Imagine if you say something stupid.

Imagine your mother, who gave birth and care for you, have to defend you for being stupid, just because you are her son.

Imagine your wife, assuring herself and stays by your side, even if you are stupid.

Imagine your daughter, upon hearing your stupid remarks, feel ashamed and regret of having a moron as her father.

Imagine you, after feeling stupid for saying the stupid remarks, suddenly realized your mother, your wife and your daughter bocor too once a month!

*bocor - leak (but in this case its a metaphor for menstruate)

Link to bocor story

Sunday, May 13, 2007

TODAY IS MAY 13TH

Growing up, I never gave a thought about discrimination.

When I was in high school, after SPM’s results were announced, those of us Malay boys with good results, excitedly discussed about going to the University and which scholarship to apply. Not my Chinese friend. I asked him “Where you think you’ll go man?”. He just smiled and told me “I’m going to take up Form Six, and start from there”. I ignorantly asked “Why you want to go for Form Six? Your results are excellent. You even managed to get high grade in Pengetahuan Agama Islam (Islamic Education) and you don’t want to apply for University and get the scholarships? What is wrong with you?”. He said “I am not a Bumiputera, only Bumiputera will be considered man”.

After college, searching for jobs, I found an advertisement which I met all the requirements except the ability of speaking any Chinese dialects which is one of the requirement. I applied for the job anyway and manage to get an interview with the company. At the end of the interview session one of panel member told me “I am sorry, you have all the qualification we need, but unfortunately you cannot speak a single Chinese dialect. You didn’t get the job.” I pointed the obvious to them and said “You were conducting the interview in English and I think the job doesn’t require the skills of speaking Chinese ”. He just shrugged his shoulders and blurted out “ Sorry, you are not Chinese”.

In Malaysia we have sugar coated phrases like ‘preferential treatment’ and `affirmative action’ of a certain race. The truth is these things are so embedded in our society that we usually do not regard such policies and remarks as discrimination and offensive.

It could lead to outright racism if we as Malaysians continue to ignore it.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

THE ADDICTION

So, there I was. Nervously looked around me. Damm it,Where is he?. Earlier I received a phone call to inform me that he got what I want, as usual, and asked me to meet at the secret meeting place.

"This is not like him at all". He's late. I was getting really uneasy. I searched my thoughts and tried to remember the last meeting. Everything went smoothly. I checked my tails to see if there’s anyone following me. He did the same thing too before the meeting and reported everything is clear. No, nothing wrong last week, I assure myself.

Where the hell is he? 15 minutes has passed. Still no sign of him. Yesterday it was reported in the newspaper that the authority had raid 2 hideouts and successfully confiscated a huge amount of this thing that I desperately need. I wonder if that’s the reason why he doesn’t show up….. yet. Maybe he got his supply from these places and now he has none to sell to me. Worse still, maybe he’s been caught. If that happened, can he keep his mouth shut? I heard a lot of stories how the authority can make you reveal information. They used all sorts of torture treatment to get what they want. If he talked, then I am in deep shit.

I need to have this once a week. I am hooked on it. I guess that makes me an addict. I know its illegal but my craving need is so huge that I am willing to defy the law and the authority to satisfy myself. I’ll be restless and out of my mind if I don’t get it.

Suddenly I saw him. He was walking slowly and cautiously. Act normal, just act normal. Blend in. I willed him. I flashed my car lights twice. He pulled out a cigarette and light it. I watched him carefully. If he throws away his cigarette immediately after lighting it, it means somebody is following him and we should abandon our meeting. I saw him finished his cigarettes. I started my car, drove slowly and stop by him. Opened my window. Do you have it? Without saying anything he throws it into my front seat. I hand over the money and acting normally as we could, trying not to look suspicious, we parted ways.

I arrived safely in my house without any incident. I started to relax. I let my living room stay dark. I waited too long for this. Switch on my TV, took it out from the plastic cover and slide it into my DVD player.

“Thank God nothing happened.” I said to myself as I watched the television came to life with the illegal DVD of SPIDERMAN 3. I breathed out a huge sigh of relief, smiled and said to myself “Finally….”.

Sunday, May 6, 2007

OF PROSTITUTES AND PROSTITUTION

As practicing Muslims, who honour all our obligation, and performed all the ibadat rituals day after day without fail, what is our first impression of a prostitute?

I posed this question to almost everybody that I know, colleague in my office, friends in teh tarik sessions, futsal team mates, religious teachers, Internet Islamic preachers and anyone I could think of.

Almost everybody told me without even blinking their eyes, prostitutes are sinful person; not afraid to incur God’s wrath; tak de kerja lain ke?, for sure a hell’s candidate; they sold their body for money; all sort of negative remarks as if they are talking about the devil himself.

I posed the next questions. "Have you ever met one? Been talking to them lately?" Their answers; Uh, no, I stayed away from them; Wouldn’t even dream of talking to them; what are you talking about, they are prostitutes for God’s sake; and the best answer of them all; “Where to find one, ah?” With eyes looking at me top to bottom as if I am Mr. Pimp himself. (I assure you that I am not).

The thing is, with prostitutes, who in their right mind wants to be one? Or were they, when asked about their ambitions by their primary school teacher, answered dreamily, when I grow up, I want to be a prostitute, Sir.

Some years back, when I was working abroad, I had an opportunity of meeting them through a good friend of mine, a Catholic priest, who runs a programme to educate former prostitute. Meeting them was an eye opener. I found them to be intelligent, brave and full of determination.

I am not trying to champion them or condone their activities. What I am trying to do, is to understand the reason why they did it. Some of them told me, they came from poverty stricken family, since their parents cannot afford to send them to school, this is what they end up doing, to earn income and financially support their parents, brothers and sisters. One of them asked me, “Do you think that I want to do this, sleeping with man everyday? I am helping my family back home, and if God wants to punish me for that, so be it. At least my family is well fed”. Another told me she was cheated into it by her uncle, and she was sold to a man who owns a brothel. She escaped and went to the police, and her family disowned her for being a prostitute rather than helping her to come back to her previous life. Feeling dejected and lost, she turns to the only thing she knew. “But this time,” she said, “its my own willing choice”.

I asked myself, why in Malaysia, nothing has been done to address this social issue? Of course, the newspaper always reported successful operations and raid by the authorities, but one glaring fact is the sometimes missing information on how many of them are locals, and always the numbers being detained are foreigners. It seems that there are no local prostitutes in Malaysia. I don’t buy that. Go to any establishment which offered massage services and you can easily engaged/ find one.

I agree, what they did is sinful. No doubt about that. But we should not judge them negatively just because that is what our community’s general view of prostitution. I asked a religious teacher, “What is Islam answer to prostitution and how to eradicate it?” I was not surprised when he went overboard with his reply, saying again and again that prostitution is sinful, haram plus the usual prostitute demonizing speech. I rephrased my question. “What if your relatives, or God forbid, your children is actively involved in vice, what would you do?” He sarcastically remarks. “Son, I am from a good family, there is no way that will happen” Seeing him still missing the point, I gave up my conversation with him.

I cannot help but wonder about our Muslim preachers. Who are their target groups? I am confident that a brothel’s Mamasan and her personnel will never make it to their list. A group of them came to my area a few months ago. They were soft spoken and polite. I asked them, “Where else have you been?” They replied “We went to this masjid, stayed in this kampong, a round trip to this place, you know.” I continued, “Did you do da’wah to drug addicts, prostitutes, Mat Rempits and the likes?” My question is met with a blank stare at first, but someone on the group offered an answer. “Encik”, with a smirk and a smart ass look on his face, “You cannot find them in the mosques and suraus.” I replied “EXACTLY.” and walk away.

I am a believer in second chances. I do wish our Muslim community, instead of forever chastising prostitutes and slap a negative label on them, we should at least engage and encourage them to leave their world. The sad thing is, no one wants to admit it as an existing social problem here in Malaysia other than treating it as a punishable crime under our laws. We don’t want to go deeper than that.

It a sad fact, but I do wish however that one day, a group of prostitute will be given the chance to jump over the North Pole like those former Mat Rempits.

Saturday, May 5, 2007

THE DAY I GOT FLIPPED!

How do you feel if you were flipped? Sorry, Let me rephrase that.
How do you feel if you were flipped by a woman? Hmmm... Let me rephrase that again.
How do you feel if you were flipped by 2 tudung clad woman in a day?

Yeah, you read it right. The standard, middle finger salute, universal sign of saying "F**k you!" without saying it out loud.

Man, I didnt do anything wrong at all. Not this time anyway.

FLIP NO 1

After lunch. At the parking lot in the mall. Its over crowded. Walking to my car, saw a Myvi with engine running. Dont give it much thought. Got in, and started the engine. Notice that its raining outside. Had to fetch the umbrella in the car boot. Got out of the car. Looked at the Myvi, the tudung clad woman looks furious. I thought, maybe she got pissed off waiting for her friend. Took the umbrella, got into the car again. Started reversing the car, have to wriggle my way out since the parking space is so small. Dont want to scratch the car parked beside me. Saw Myvi lady flashing her lights in my rearview mirror. What now? Ignoring her, I reversed my car. Once I am cleared, at that very moment, the Myvi burst to life, cranking up its engine and shot passed me into the empty lot. With screeching noise. What the ......? The tudung clad lady slammed her door, walk passed and flipped her middle finger. Whats that all about?. I was too amused to say anything back or reciprocate her gesture.

FLIP NO 2

After office. Driving back to my place. The road is clear. Approached a junction and flicked the signal to go right. Out of the blue a white Kancil overtook me on the leftside, sped and cut in front of me, crossing over going to the left. Slammed the brake so hard, I felt the seatbelt strained to keep me in the seat. Turned my head, shouting my list of favourite obscene word and found my eyes staring at a middle finger salute by a baju kurung, mini tudung wearing girl. She flipped me.

What's happening here? Was today somehow, tudung clad ladies cooked up a conspiracy among them and decided "Okay girls, today we are going to flip Akula. So you girls watched him, trailed him, make him mad and then give him the middle finger salute". I AM NOT THAT FAMOUS, OKAY!


Enough is enough. I cant take this anymore. So on instinct I followed the Kancil. Saw it parked in front of the mosque. Switch on my amp, pop in an Iron Maiden CD, cranked up the volume. Stop by the baju kurung, mini tudung wearing girl (could see her getting panic), slide my window down and to the loud, unforgiving tune of Iron Maiden's Bring Me Your Daughter To The Slaughter yelled, "F**k you too, asshole!" and drove away.

In retrospect, allow me to say this, I am not generalising. Dont have anything against women who wear tudung. Really. I respect their choice in fulfilling their obligation as a Muslim.

To the 2 girls above, fine, you got my attention. I am all for `the anything you can do I can do better' attitude but please do not flip your middle finger to anyone else. You might think its cool and hip but really, its buruk man.

I plead temporary insanity to the incident in front of the mosque.


Sunday, April 29, 2007

UNCLE C AND HIS THAI WIFE

My dad, a shrewd person that he is, have a Chinese friend, Uncle C, who sells VCD and DVD (pirated ones la) in our hometown. He frequents his friend's stall religiously once a week. Until they became good friends. As good friends, of course, whenever my mum and aunties are in their mood of getting their emotional sense torn apart by Bollywood movies, my dad will buy it from Uncle C, with great discounts. That's why I said he is a shrewd person. Be friend with them, and they will give discounts.

Anyway, his friend have a problem. Wanted to marry a Thai. Don't know shit how to, though. That's where I came in the picture.

Akula's Dad : Akula, please help Uncle C. Go to Thailand with him. Settle his problem.
Akula : Hmm... OK. I will try.
Akula's Dad : No, No. Dont try. Do it.
Akula : Ok, Ok.

(I have to state a point here. We Malaysian deeply respect our parents and usually will not go against their wishes).

The reason my dad asked me was that I used to live in Thailand and I can speak Thai a little bit. That's what I was made to believe anyway.(However, I was more inclined to think somehow this must have something to do with the discounts that my dad enjoyed whenever he bought those VCD's from Uncle C). With that, I took a few days leave and off to Thailand with Uncle C and his young fiance.

We went to Uncle C fiance's village in Mae Sot, near Thai-Myanmar border, to meet up with her parents. Have to get the parents blessing. I asked Uncle C to bring gifts (read Singha Beer, locally made and a whole lot of it). The parents were happy and very accommodating.

After a simple religious ceremony with a monk solemnising the union, we went to the Local Municipality's office to register Uncle C's marriage.

Then, the father in law grab my hand and took me aside. I immediately sense something's up.

The father in law: Are you married?
Akula (*Thinking* Shit! I know this will happen): Forgive me, but why you ask me that, Sir?
The father in law: Well, if you are not, I have another daughter who I like to marry off.

I looked at his daughter. She's fair and pretty. Tempting. I wanted to say yes but took my time and glanced at jubilant Uncle C, who couldn't stop smiling, in love and surrounded by his wife's relatives. He looks so happy. Suddenly I felt pity for him thinking about what he will have to go through after this. So I lied.

Akula: Sir, thank you for your offer. But I can't. I am going to get married too. Next week.
The father in law: Well, in that case, mai pen rai (never mind).

On our trip back to Malaysia, I was thinking, why did I say no? She looks cool, and from my conversations with the family, she's a great person too.

The thing is, with Uncle C, he will be in deep shit. His wife have to apply for a visa to enter Malaysia. After that he need to make countless trips to the Immigration Office to get his wife a stay permit which during the process, he will make round trips to the border to have his wife's passport stamped for extended stay. The worse thing is, if Uncle C passed away before his wife, his wife have to go back to Thailand even though their children will be a Malaysian citizen. Applying to be a Permanent Resident? Sure, after 5 years. Applying for Malaysian citizen? Worst still. Cows will fly first. Its a very, very difficult process.

Me? Forget it. I am not a person who could go through that time and time again. No way. Not even for love.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

I LOVE MALAYSIAN POLITICS

Watched a Government Minister whose also a party leader crying in Buletin Utama just now. If you missed it, with wet and damped eyes he said "Kalau dua hati sudah bersatu something.... (can't remember)" when interviewed about his hand shake with a rival leader. And then he crooned to the crowd. With his sunglasses on. Funny stuff.

Read about an ex TPM saying he's not in the fight to be PM. Tsk, tsk, how true. Funny stuff.

Read about a leader's wife saying that the opposition will received `their reward' from God for accusing her husband to be somehow involved with a high profile murder case. Funny stuff.

Remembered a recent issue on the destroyed highlands in Kelantan and how statements went back and forth between a Federal Minister and a State Exco as who is to blame. Blackmail was involved! Funny stuff.

Snap this pic when I was on vacation a week ago. Sure love to walk the aisle along these flags on the bridge rather than your usual standard military Arch of Sword. Funny stuff.


Saw clips of former Mat Rempits getting ready to jump over the North Pole. Noticed one of them, a huge guy, forgot to zip the lower part of his snow suit and did the jumping excercise. Very funny stuff. (Sorry no clips. THAT IS EXACTLY WHY YOU HAVE TO WATCH THE NEWS!)

Watched their leader being interviewed, huffing and puffing in his finest (and I am sure expensive) snow suits. He looks funny.

Seriously.