To Bring Back Chin Peng.....

The war against the communists was over with the signing of the Haadyai Treaty. Now Chin Peng is dead. The government is against him being buried here. To me, it doesn't matter where he is buried. My father was a policeman during those confrontational times. Many of his friends died. Many of our soldiers died too when they were fighting against them in the jungles. Many were also disabled from the mines left by them in the jungles.

To these people and their families, bringing back Chin Peng is like opening an old wound. The younger generations do not know Chin Peng other than from the history books. It is easy to say let the bygones be bygones when we are not the ones who are inflicted by the horrendous actions of this man. Some of us have forgotten what this man had done to our country. To glorify him by making his wish comes true is like giving a standing ovation to him.

Let the bygones be bygones. Let Chin Peng rests in peace wherever he died.

Dua Puluh Sen aje...

The hoohaa over twenty sen...what can you buy with twenty sen these days? How much money do you give your children to spend during recess? Can we still get 5 pieces of candy for twenty sen?

What have we become? Aren't there more pressing issues to handle than the dua puluh sen increase?
If you disagree with the increase...boycott the gas stations. Don't use petrol. Use public transport. You will be doing our country a lot of good...No traffic jams, no pollution....and more twenty sen to spend on other things.

Stop calling names to those who vote for this government. Stop buying petrol. Stop the subsidy mentality and start paying for what you use. Don't expect people to pay for you. Those rich citizens who pay for a lot more taxes than you should be the ones who cry foul.

Dua puluh sen aje pun.

Just Because...

Just because I don't share the same political ideas
Just because I didn't vote for your party
Just because of twenty sen increase in the petrol price....

You called me and the rest like me names..
Bad names...
That I couldn't even spell it out here...

Who do you think you are?
My mother? My father? My sponsor?

Were you the one who gave birth to me?
Who fed me when I was small?
Who sponsored me my education?
Who provided my parents with the housing quarters?
Were you?

Who gave you the absolute right to disgrace others?
Your God?
Definitely not my Allah...

Just because I don't always agree with you.....

A Rebel Without A Cause

I liken Hishamudin Rais to a rebel without a cause. During his university time a very long time ago, Baling was the hottest issue. Every student almost believe in this guy and of course Anwar Ibrahim. He is the older version of Adam Adli in today's world.

Because of Hishamudin Rais , my late father refrained me from applying to study in UiTM. I can study anywhere else but UiTM. You see, my father looked after thousands of students ( or perhaps hundreds) of students who were caught in the demonstration years ago. My cousin and my neighbour were included . Imagine my neighbour had to ferry his own son to the 'detention center'. The thing is....what happen to the cause?

No one goes hungry after that.

Now....the Jalur Gemilang? Come on. Give me a break... Jalur Gemilang is the nation's pride. I don't want any other flag than Jalur Gemilang for my country. I was born with it and I will rather go on the road if anybody wants to change it with any other flag. Find yourself a better cause...otherwise don't call yourself a Malaysian. If you are not happy...paint the inside of your house with the langkasuka flag. You can sleep with it if you want too. Just don't drag the rest of us with your fantasy. Malaysia is always aman when you were away the last time. How I wish you are not here with the rest of us