Cops Shot Boy

Malaysian Insider’s headline today: Neighbours’ anger over trigger-happy cops.
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This is not the first instance events like these happens. My father has spoken of this before. He has a friend who was driving during around 7pm one day. The few moments before the sun sets is the time where the eyesight at its most kaput—it’s not totally dark, but it’s not exactly bright either.

This old friend of my dad was speeding along on the road. Due to the bad lighting, he didn’t notice a police road block until it was too late. He couldn’t stop his car in time, and drove past the road block. The police fired a warning shot into the air. Scared the pants out of that old fella. The police later told him that if he had continued to drive, they would’ve shot him without double guessing.

And from this scenario, we can easy postulate that similar unfortunate events of death/manslaughter have happened before. And will continue to occur.

So what happens when someone is shot dead but the person is not a criminal? He/she was merely being a careless driver who missed road block.

Easy: the police simply plants evidence of violence in your car. Dump an old pistol from previous crime scenes or parang in the car boot or something. The promptly claim that you are a wanted criminal involved in the recent XXX chain of murder/robbery.

I would go so far as to hypothesize that the poor boy, Aminulrasyid Amzah, was just having some fun driving his sister’s car in the neighbourhood. Come on, most of us have done that before. And when he saw a police road block, he panicked. Instead of braking, he stepped on the accelerator. Perfect scenario for an unfortunate death.

So whose fault is it? I’d say the police. They seems to be too trigger happy. What happened to the policy of ‘don’t fire unless fired upon’?

However, lets think from the policemen’s point of view. They are in an unpredictable situation, with minimal information at that time. Shoot to save yourself, or wait to get shot first? I understand why they did it, but I certainly DO NOT THINK THIS IS RIGHT! There is currently no independent police commission/agency that are keeping an eye on the police’s actions.

So what’s the point of this post? Is it to rant about our failed police system? Being a devil’s advocate for the police? A symphathy post for Aminulrasyid Amzah’s family?
It is all of the above. But the most important point of all: ALWAYS TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY STOP AT A POLICE ROAD BLOCK IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!

Yours Sincerely,
thePOliceman

The Arrogant and Stubborn Mules

Let me start this post with a story ala Aesop style.

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful kingdom called the Grassdom. Grassdom was a great place. Full of natural resources, free from natural disasters. And many types of animals lived happily in Grassdom. Grassdom is ruled by a coalition of animals. They were the zebras, mules, horses and unicorns.

And because Grassdom was a flat grassland, it favoured the horses and zebras. Knowing their disadvantage as mules, they busted their ass working hard all the time. The worked together and formed groups to help each other.

Due to their hardwork, the mules managed to achieve certain success. They’ve built a reputation for being resourceful & hardworking animals that thrive in Grassdom, despite their disadvantages.

Slowly, the mules became proud. They liked to pat each others’ back and talk amongst themselves that the mules do not need the natural advantages that the horses and zebras possess to achieve success. And behind their backs, the mules called the horses & zebras lazy animals.

The mules also became very very stubborn. You see, the mules eat a lot of carrots. Due to diet limitations, the horses and zebras don’t consume carrots. They take oats & wheats instead. Sometimes, the carrots rot and it affected the oats and wheats. And this became unacceptable for the horses and zebras to eat the oats and wheats. The horses and zebras have no choice but to meet with the mules to discuss about this issue.

They claim that carrots are a very important food for them. And that the horses and zebras must respect the mules rights to grow carrots. And the accuse the horses & zebras as being inconsiderate to their needs for carrots. They make a big fuss over the issue, despite the fact that mules have no problem eating oats & wheats (it’s just that the mule didn’t eat them often).

The horses and zebras became pissed off with the mules’ attitude, and they were sick of the mules talking behind their backs calling them lazy. So they felt that there is only one thing to do: they decided to kick the mules’ arrogant arses and send them back into the hilly forest for being a royal pain in the arse.

The moral of the story is: Don’t be an ASS.

OK I know… the ending of the story is somewhat lame & super kaulat anti climax (the last paragraph) =P. But the story has a point to make. Guess who are the mules?
The explanation of this story is here: Who Are The Mules?

Yours Animatedly,
TheMUle/

Han Chinese? Chinese Malaysian? Malaysian Chinese?

A little update on the Malaysian Chinese? Chinese Malaysian? post.

A week ago, I went for a jogging session. The last time I ran seriously was 4-5 years ago. So as for whatever is left of my paltry stamina, I hope I don’t faint and fall into the West Lake.

After the run (took me 1 hour to complete a miserable 5k), I sat down with the runners + hashers and tokok. There’s this Chinese (Han) looking dude with an American accent. I eventually found out that his family migrated to USA when he was very young.

Half way talking he was curious that I’m a Malaysian, but with a Chinese (Han) face, and a weird accent (yes, we Malaysians have an accent).

So he asked me what am I. And so I replied him that I’m a Malaysian, but my of Chinese ethnicity.

Then he started off with his rant about how the term Chinese is actually a fairly recent word. It was created by one Chinese leader of the recent past (couldn’t remember: Chiang Kai Shek? Sun Yat Sen? ).

The actual meaning of the word ‘Chinese’ is to define the people under the rule of China. It was brought about to unite the people of China by using a common term/word.

Therefore, he continues, the word Chinese does carry any reference of race or ethnicity. It is supposed to be a identity of the people (emotionally, culturally, nationally) attached to the country China. And for this reason alone, I should not be saying that I’m a Chinese… or that my ethnicity is Chinese.

An example he gave me is that: the people in Xinjiang are Chinese, because Xinjiang is part of China. But their race/ethnicity is Uighur. And the same goes for many other minority race (少数民族) in China and Taiwan.
(If I may add: technically, we should be calling them Uighur Chinese.)

The correct way of indicating my ethnicity is to call myself a ‘Han 汉’ instead. Because the word ‘Han 汉’ is the only word use to identify the ‘Han’ people — 汉族.

And I fully agree with him. In fact, when I tell the gwailos that I’m Malaysian… they later follow up with another question: “You look like the Chinese people.” Then they fumble a little before finally asking in a very subtle + polite + politically-correct manner, “I mean, are you Han? As in does your ancestry trace back to China?”

I was often surprised by this reference of ‘Han’, and I’ll reply, “Yeah, my ancestors came from China.” Now I know where did that curiosity came from.

Perhaps I should add this line when I answer the same question in the future, “I guess you could call me a Han Malaysian if you like. But I would prefer that you just call me a Malaysian.”

Yours Patriotically,
theMAlaysian

I.am.inadequate

I can’t help but feel that bad mouthing another person is… a deep sense of inadequacy and a symptom of inferiority complex.

I’ve been talking bad about a high school student I used to teach recently. There has been no progress on his part for months on end. I couldn’t figure out what is preventing him from progressing. So I often attribute it to him being 心不在课室里 (the heart was not in the class).

But it’s not entirely his fault. A bad student is a the result of a bad teacher. The Chinese 三字经 has a famous saying: 养不教、父之过，教不严、师之惰. Loosely translated as: raising a child without proper guidance is the parents’ fault; teaching without discipline and producing results, is due to the teacher being lazy.

Now that I’m ‘fired’, I’m not sure I should be happy or disappointed. Disappointed that I’ve not done a good job teaching, but happy that I don’t have to endure the frustration of teaching someone with a skull infused with adamantium (you’d get this satire if you are a fan of X-Men/Wolverine). <— See, here I go bad-mouthing him again. =P

I think it's time for me to leave, since now that I'm practically a super useless accessory here. Who's interested in learning the Maori war chant in NZ with me, aye?

theTUtor

Jolted awake

~Edvard Munch’s The Scream~

It’s bloody 4am in the morning and I’m jolted out of my sleep. Feeling emo gila babi. I was thinking about an issue when I was trying to sleep just now, and it turned into 3 dreams. Lucid dreams. Dreams that are quite real, and that you can control the events (or at least your actions).

By the 3rd one, I tak boleh tahan anymore. If I go back to sleep, I’m going to have more of these weird sh!t. No sir, thank you.

~Van Gogh’s The Starry Night~

It’s just irritating and disturbing that this little issue kept stirring & spinning round and round in my head like a hyperactive crazy tadpole high on drugs and steroids that never stops swimming. I can distract myself with activities and things to do. But if I have a lapse in distracting myself, the tadpole rages again.

Right now, it’s a just a bunch of jumbled emotions spinning in a whirlpool that looks like Van Gogh’s The Starry Night (look at the swirling and twirling of the night sky, that’s how I feel in my guts) and Edvard Munch’s The Scream. Thank goodness I’ve got a sister that doesn’t sleep at 4am. X^D

the INsomniac/

Race

I just watched the Petronas Merdeka advertisements produced by Yasmin Ahmad. The Yasmin Ahmad who speaks Cantonese. The Yasmin Ahmad who directed the movie Sepet.

They were hilarious, the ads. A series of interviews with children around the age of 8-10 (I think).

These children were asked about their friends, their relationship (I didn’t even know what is a relationship until I was 15 X^D ), and what is race.

Their reaction reflects the bunch of rascals, ooops I mean err… kids I am teaching right now:

“Hah? 什么来的?” (Huh? What is that thing [called race] ? )

“老师，什么是 kaum 和 bangsa?” (Teacher, what is race?)

I would normally just give them a Mandarin translation of ‘race’… which is 种族.

Then more questions would come. And I just can’t seem to make them grasp the concept of race, no matter how hard or how long I try to explain. And I’m glad that they don’t know. They simply don’t care. They see other kids, they just join them and run around together.

Despite all the racial slurs that I utter carelessly when I’m around friends, I never say any of those things to these children. And I always encourage them to be respectful towards people of other religion and culture. I don’t want them to grow up becoming cynics and racists like me. (Eventually, the reality of Malaysia will erase my efforts. But I hope I manage to delay the process. =)

So why is our KNNCCB-FUBAR-gahmen is still trying to play along the racial lines? And what’s worse… we adults (supposedly more wise/learned/educated/civilised/cultured) suck up to the gahmen’s bullsh!t.

You go eat sh!t lah, stupid BN! Our country could have been great and strong and rich and prosperous.
But look at us now. None of the elder people I spoke with encourage me to stay & work in Malaysia—our own country. And all of my friends have got a secret plan/hope/wish to migrate or work in a foreign country. This like so ‘WTF?!’

My form 6 teacher, Pn Mazlini mentioned that she is so sad to hear that many of her brightest students have left Malaysia to work… with the intention of returning to Malaysia only to retire 30 years from now. She feels that it is such a waste that after so many years of nurturing all these talents, Malaysia doesn’t appreciate these people and let them slip away.

Eat sh1t lah, you stupid Malay gahmen! (Oops… there goes my racial slur again! X^D )

Now, go check out the hilarious & heart-warming videos in Youtube:

The love of Tan Hong Ming

Who is your friend?

How to spell dinosaur

Relationship turned sour

Rant post. There’s no point, and there’s no reason.

I’m having a bad series of people related problem recently. I seem to be stepping on too many people’s toes without realising it. Little events that seem so trivial and minute can be escalated into a crisis for no particular reasons.

Must be the fxcking planets are not aligned to my favour this week. Or my feng shui this month is just plain sabotaged. Or my karma has just ran out. Or I suddenly developed a psychic ability to attract sh!t. Or maybe I developed a special talent at pushing other people’s buttons.

All those are most probably my fault. Maybe I took a friend for granted and crossed the threshold. Maybe I was a bit too insistent on meeting a client. Maybe I said the wrong things at the wrong time. Maybe this, maybe that, maybe WTF lah!

So, instead of taking personal responsibility… I’m going to blame all the planetary alignments and feng shui and astrology and numerology and the psychic power for being a total pain in my arse. I’m cipet-pissed that these non-issues are shoved into my face as if it’s the biggest sh!t in the world. Tulan!

I fxcking felt betrayed. WTF do I go the lengths to do those sh!t to for all these people?!

I’m going to kick the planets’ arse so hard that they align back into my favour. Tiu!
Now where the fxck is the punching bag?

the ANtagonist/

Teresa Kok and eggs

She was released from ISA recently. Then she mentioned about the food in prison being terrible and that the food was ‘like dog food’ (or something to that effect).

This statement pissed off some people and sparked off some nasty rebutts.

UMN0 Youth went and made a police report claiming that she insulted the eggs (she was given only two eggs for a meal).

Then some mofo idiot threw a molotov cocktail into her parents’ home for whatever reasons only god knows.

These people deserve to be driven a cactus up their arse. They’ve got nothing else better to do than to tarnish Malaysia’s reputation and waste the air that we breathe. Heck, throw these idiots into ISA and let them have a feel of how the food is like.

If the food is terrible, then there’s no wrong in saying that the food is terrible. It’s actually worse than dog food. My neighbour’s dog gets better food than just 2 eggs per meal, ok?! 2 eggs is barely 12g of protein. Total energy is around 120 calories. Mana ada cukup to sustain BMR?

To those who talk cock a lot and b!tches about Teresa’s statement, please get your arse arrested into a prison and try eating those junk before you start spewing dog sh!te out of your mouth.

the PRisoner/

Of Ahmad, Chinese and immigrants

I’m going to quote a very cliche poem that’s been quoted a gazillion times in times like this. There are numerous versions out there, here’s one… which I took the liberty in editing certain terms to suit our local situation better. =)

When the Nazis BN/UMN0 came for the communists opposition,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist in opposition.

When they locked up the social democrats activists,
I remained silent;
I was not an social democrat activist.

When they came for the trade unionists non-Malays,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist non-Malay.

When they came for the Jews dan-lain-lains,
I remained silent;
I wasn’t a Jew dan-lain-lains.

When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.

— supposedly by Martin Niemöller, but re-phrased by iamyuanwu =P —

Where in the world are all the moderate Malays and all the sane minded Malays when their opinions and voices are needed the most?

Apparently, they have left Malaysia too! People like Karim Raslan, Farish Noor, Dr Bakri Musa, and Azly Rahman, etc are all based else where. I mean they drop by Malaysia once in a while, but then…

I remember reading a book (The Chinese Dilemma) mentioned about “a top gahmen leader” (if memory serves me well, it was Tun AbduI Razak. Can you freaking believe it?!) when asked about the brain drain issue of Chinese Malaysians. Here’s what he said…

“Good riddance to bad rubbish.”

Now, even sensible Malays are gone. Liddat, Malaysia can die liao lah.

And, oh… before I end……

It’s a TARP!!!1!
Diz Ah-MAD dewd iz akting de funneh…. him wantz to insait teh rasherrl tenshun, stloke Malay fearz and creatz teh May13 again. zOMG!!1! Hoo knowz, maiby iz Pak Lah’z ultymet pwnage.

I reepeeet:
IT’Z A TARRRP!!!1! Do nut rezponse.

the IMmigrant/

A nutty old horse’s inane rumblings

Holy motherload of crap heavens!

WTF?! Look at this ridiculous sh!t spewing from the old horse’s month — ‘Lou Ma’ (in Cantonese, you know who I’m referring to =)

http://test.chedet.com/che_det/2008/09/snippets-6.html

This is bad and this is also seditious. What in the heck is in that senile old man’s kepala otak? What he said is totally irresponsible! So old already, minum so much kopi already, still wants to ka-ka-cau-cau. Pfffft!

Seriously, Chinese Malaysians have no problems our Malay brethren. Our problem is with the corrupted BN/UMN0 gahmen. Like I said before, corruption, extortion & injustice doesn’t discriminate which pocket it takes its money from, or which life it destroys.
Whether a brown man’s pockets, yellow man’s pocket pockets, a dark man’s pockets, a Banana’s pocket, a Coconut’s* pocket (*coconut = Indian version of Banana, brown on the outside, white inside), a dan-lain-lain’s pockets… semua kena. As long as there are coins in it, their greedy little fingers will squirm its way in to grab it.

What’s ‘farnie’ is that the idiots there actually agrees with Lou Ma about Malays losing powers and what not. LMAO!

Eh brader… s’ka-ang ni makan pun tak cukup, k’orang masih ada mood nak Ketuanan-Melayu sini, keris-bathe-in-Chinese-blood sana, ke? Baik kita berkerjasamalah dan halau pontianak yang dah lama hisap darah rakyat sampai kering kontang. Today, it’s no longer Malay Dilemma — it’s MALAYSIAN DILEMMA. BN/UMN0 doesn’t want to see us united, and the stupid people above ikut secara buta. (Entah nasi apa dia orang makan? Aku suruh mak aku jangan beli.)

So, as a Malay… you betui-betui takut Malayu akan hilang dari dunia. So what to do?

Work harder lah, push for a fairer gahmen/system in Malaysia so that your rights will be taken care of. Look, you’re the biggest number in Malaysia. That makes you the Big Brother. And each of the other siblings have different abilities and different views on issues. Instead of taking care of your younger siblings and talk things out with us, you bully us kau-kau. WTF is this?!

In the mean time, our neighbours laugh at us that there’s no love amongst brothers in a family. Are we seriously stupid or what?! And they take full advantage of this situation. Oh yes, they do.

To fierceness ( +Malaysia) and beyond,
The HOrseWhisperer/