Where I stand.... politically.

Some people think that since I criticize the government therefore I am supporting the opposition.

Just because I do not agree with some of the things our PM said or did, does make me automatically a PKR or PAS or DAP supporter.

AND, even if I do agree with what Anwar Ibrahim said or did, does not mean I like him or in any way it means that I do not like our PM.

If I do not agree to join a group on facebook which disagree with the building of a 100 storey building in KL, does not mean I like the idea.

Or, maybe I should just state clearly where I stand.

1) I don't like Dato' Seri Najib but I think he's doing a fairly good job so far.

2) I don't like Anwar Ibrahim (even when he was DPM, I didn't like him) because he is a good orator, and that's it. I do not think he is a visionary (like Tun Mahathir) so much so that he is trapped twice by the same accusation (sodomy).

3) I think Saiful (the alleged sodomisee) is a walking asshole. If he was sodomised, then I think he wanted it because the person he said sodomised him is, what, 30-40 years older than him? If he wasn't sodomised, that means that he was hired to make false accusations, which makes him a whore who let himself be used by others.

4) I respect Tuan Guru Nik Aziz. But, I wish he would quit politics and stick to giving ceramah. He's not a politician.

5) In the coming general election, I will vote as I have voted ever since I was eligible to vote. I will vote for Barisan Nasional. The 2008 GE was an expensive lesson, paid by the Malaysian people. Due to frustrations with the governing party, the people (emotionally) voted for the (then) opposition. The oppostion never figured they could win and was never ready to govern a constituency, much less a state like Selangor.

I am a muslim first, then a Malaysian. Najib and Rosmah need to hire an Ustaz to teach them Fardu Ain. But, at the moment, BN is the best option to rule this country. PAS, DAP and PKR make good oppositions.... and that's where they should remain.

Comments

A letter from my mother

Today, on the first day of Ramadhan in the 52nd year of my life, while I was rummaging through some old stuff, I came across a letter written to me by my mother, folded and enveloped into a prescription drug package. My mother taught herself to write in Rumi, so some words are quite difficult to figure out. She was probably more comfortable writing in Jawi, but she knew her son is useless at reading it. The letter was not dated, but I would say it was written circa 1985, the year that I dropped out of UTM. The letter was an angry letter, as angry as my dearest mother would be. I cannot remember the occasion that warranted such letter, but I think I must have said something that hurt her. She wrote that I should have told her or father (unlikely) or my brothers and sisters that I am having difficulties in my studies. She wrote that I have ostracized myself from my family, and she understood that I did this because I do not want to be any more a burden to my parents and my sibli...

An Ironic Epiphany

During a cigarette break, a colleague and I starred out at the city skyline. "What if somebody gave you five million. What would you do with it?" suddenly he asked. I looked at him but he continued to gaze at the jagged horizon. "I don't know. Maybe I'll buy some properties, rent them out....." I said. "That's it, isn't it... " he suddenly turned to me, excited. "That's what I told this stupid friend of mine, just take the money and buy real-estate and earn passive income.... What a jerk.." he trailed off. "Your friend has five million?" I asked. "No..... but, his girlfriend was willing to give it to him, and he refused..." "Why? What's wrong with the guy?" "He's married... happily married.. but this girl at his workplace, the daughter of the bloody filthy rich boss, is crazy for him. She's willing to be his 2nd wife... But, this idiot friend of mine, he refused. I...

The road to hell is paved with good intents....

Once there was a man who all his life have nothing but good intentions. But, everybody in his village said that he was the devil. He robbed and maimed. He killed and destroyed. When he was caught and brought to justice, his defense was that he was only trying to feed his family. When he was growing up, he was not good at school. The teachers all say he was hopeless, his father thought he was an embarrassment, his siblings thought he was a burden, society keep reminding him that the world would be a better place if he wasn't in it. Only his mother saw him differently. Only his mother loved him because he was her son.... and for no other reason. And later, he met the woman of his dreams and married her and had beautiful children and he vowed that they will never ever go through life as he did. He swore on his life, that he will do anything to ensure his children go the best schools, eat the best foods, wear the best clothes, grow up to have the best jobs, to be whatever they as...

Life's Remains....

Search This Blog