Beware: Doctors are Jerks

All doctors will screw up once in a while but some screw around all the while. Some pursued the art of learning while in medical school while some learnt the art of pursuing the opposite sex. Then there are those who pray for their patients and those who prey on their patients. Every doctor needs to shit sometimes but some love to bullshit every time. Some put you to sleep to be under the knife, while some make you sleep forever six feet under the ground.A careless doctor is pardonable but a callous doctor is despicable......


The House, Mouse and Louse Among Us.

I hate doctors.

Doctors are jerks. Doctors are bastards.

Not all of them of course. Most of them are not, I think. A few maybe. Or many. I’m not sure.

There are jerks and bastards in every profession. Law, politics, healthcare, engineering, computering, taxi driving, newspaper editing and law enforcement – each one will have its fair share of black sheep.

The difference is most of these professions do not normally have the adjective ‘noble’ attached to it.

No one enters the lawyer’s office expecting empathy and a patient listening ear, or do they? There are more lawyer jokes than there are on Sammy Vellu. It speaks volumes about the general impression of the law profession. Similarly, most voters, in other countries at least, do not buy every word coming from the politicians’ mouths. Our Malaysian voters seem to have wised up a little recently. They finally realized that only compulsive liars make it to the Malaysian cabinet.

In short, most folks are not anticipating goodness and mercy to pour out from the hearts of most professions. For some reason however, most patients and their families still hold medical doctors on a high pedestal. It is as though doctors are more than special and capable of no harm or malice.

I beg to differ. Doctors are jerks, some are bastards, a few are both.

An ICU staff nurse was recently warded in the local mental hospital. She has attempted suicide by slashing her wrists. While her self-inflicted injuries were not life-threatening, she was both hysterical and catatonic at the same. Accompanying her was a young Malay doctor, a medical officer who graduated from the NEP factory known as UKM. Attempting to pacify her and prevent her from spilling the beans, he had administered some tranquilizers easily available from the general wards. The ugly story emerges nonetheless. He was married to a fellow doctor but decided to have some fun, a one-night-stand with this attractive Dusun nurse. Stupidly, she took in his every word and gave herself to him, unaware that he was already married. When he forced her to terminate the unplanned pregnancy, it finally dawned on her that she was nothing but one of his many temporary toys. The reality was too bitter to digest, and her choices are between a live a life of shame and guilt, or a premature death like that of her unborn baby. The young lady has since moved on in life, where and what I am not know. The young doctor has also moved on… to other convenient Kadazandusun targets.

A top-scoring Chinese doctor from University Malaya was placed in charge of a critically ill patient. The patient had a perforated peptic ulcer for which emergency surgery was done. Sepsis was setting in and the patient’s kidney function was deteriorating by the day. His potassium was low, and nearing a fatal level. He was developing bedsores as a result of prolonged immobility. Chest x-rays showed worsening pneumonia. The brilliant UM product deliberately ignored all these ominous signs even after repeated alerts by the astute staff nurses. With no sympathy and little concern except for herself, she allowed the patient to deteriorate. Naturally, the old man passed on but only after two long and painful weeks. The patient will soon be forgotten, as will the lady doctor.

An Indian doctor from the Neurosurgery Department saw the brain scans of a fit, young man who complained of severe headaches. His immediate and confident diagnosis was that of a frontal lobe tumor. He advised urgent surgery but the patient’s family was unsure. It was a major surgery with debilitating consequences should any complications occur. The smooth-talking doctor persuaded the family and assured them of his surgical skills, expertise, and vast experience in dealing with such conditions. He proceeded with surgery. Intra-operatively, the patient bled profusely, requiring massive blood transfusion bleeding was secured. Post-operatively, the young patient did not wake up. He died one week later. The histopathology report came back as an arteriovenous malformation. There was never a tumor to begin with. It was a wrong diagnosis and a wrong operation. The family collected the remains and thanked the surgical team for everything. They were never informed of the final diagnosis. Tomorrow, another patient will go under the knife. The cycle repeats itself.

I am not writing all these to cast aspersions on the ability and integrity of doctors. I am one myself and to do so makes no sense and brings no benefits to myself.

I write because I feel. I feel strongly about something and that’s good, I think. It means I am not numbed to death and dying, pain and suffering, fighting and losing, fear and consequences.

Don’t forget the doctors that have wrecked our nation. Dr. Mahathir got the ball rolling and made us a land of racists. Dr. Ling Liong Sik followed suit and created a generation of mediocre Chinese graduates from the TAR institutions. Dr. Chua Soi Lek screwed around and ended up on Youtube. Dr. Lim Keng Yaik led Gerakan and turned Penang into a mudhole. Dr Ng Yen Yen will be made Health Minister soon so God please save us all.

Our society is still so gullible. People watch ER, Gray’s Anatomy and Scrubs and thinks real-life doctors behave and think like George Clonney’s Dr. Doug in ER. Most doctors don’t watch ER or Gray’s Anatomy. They watch House and start behaving like House. The problem starts when they treat patients like House does without the corresponding intelligence and acumen. They end up being rude, arrogant and stupid doctors. We have a lot of that here in Malaysia. We have a lot of conmen working as doctors and doctors working as conmen too. In Malaysia especially, there are many doctors who were never meant to be in medical school in the first place, and I am not talking about the NEP here, though it contributes too.

All doctors will screw up once in a while but some screw around all the while. Some pursued the art of learning while in medical school while some learnt the art of pursuing the opposite sex. Then there are those who pray for their patients and those who prey on their patients. Every doctor needs to shit sometimes but some love to bullshit every time. Some put you to sleep to be under the knife, while some make you sleep forever six feet under the ground. A careless doctor is pardonable but a callous doctor is despicable.

Be vigilant, be discerning. Common sense will usually tell one if a doctor is a jerk, a bastard or a bullshitter. Finally, one can never fail to recognize that rare doctor who is all three.


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Wisdom from South Park: Douchebag vs Turd Sandwich

After the high of a sweet victory over the BN, DAP-PKR-PAS are back to their old selves.

The outburst by Lim Kit Siang was stupid enough, now Syed Hussin for all his academic credentials is threatening to pull out of the Perak coalition government. Fat ass Abdul Hadi Awang does not want to be left behind. He opposes Guan Eng’s decision to abolish the NEP.

It’s anyone’s guess what these turds are up to next.....



South Park Tells The Truth


In one episode of South Park, the school was holding an election to choose the next school mascot. The students had to choose between a Douchebag and a Turd Sandwich. Stan decided to abstain from voting, saying there’s no point choosing between a Giant Douchebag and a Turd Sandwich. He was finally convinced to vote after someone remarked that “elections have always been between a Giant Douchebag and a Turd Sandwich”.

We can see that here in Malaysia.

After the high of a sweet victory over the BN, DAP-PKR-PAS are back to their old selves.

The outburst by Lim Kit Siang was stupid enough, now Syed Hussin for all his academic credentials is threatening to pull out of the Perak coalition government. Fat ass Abdul Hadi Awang does not want to be left behind. He opposes Guan Eng’s decision to abolish the NEP.

It’s anyone’s guess what these turds are up to next.

Are they worried over the BN media’s dwindling readership? Are they concerned about the lack of racial issues for the BN media monguls to capitalize on? Are they putting up a sandiwara that is neither funny not scary but merely downright irritating? If I were schizophrenic, I’d suspect that these turd heads are conspiring to prove my father right as the prophet of doom and gloom.

It seems that at this moment, only South Park consistently speaks the truth, even when the truth is inconvenient.

Fair enough, Lim Kit Siang has apologized. To give him even more credit, he apologized in a manner far more sincere that the UMNO rodents. Remember Bung Mokhtar’s “sorry if I had offended the feelings of anyone..it’s was just a joke..some people cannot take a joke”? Lim Kit Siang said sorry unconditionally and that to me is pretty commendable.

Lest we forget however, acceptance of an apology is never equal to forgiveness and forgiveness is never equal to pardon.

God forgave Adam yet he had to leave the Garden of Eden. David sought forgiveness over his adulterous episode with Basheba yet their son had to die. Closer to Malaysian shores, Chua Soi Lek apologized over his extramarital sexcapade, but still had to resign and be gone from politics forever.

I will not demand any compensation from the DAP or Lim Kit Siang. He has eaten humble pie and paid a high price by smearing his own name internationally.

I only wish I don’t have to endure such stupid nonsense in future.

Maybe elections since the beginning of time worldwide have always been between a Giant Douchbag and a Turd Sandwich.



Still, if one is desperate after suffering under the Douchbag called BN for fifty years, even a Turd Sandwich might look tasty after all.



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Who Will Listen To Him?

Special children will not remain children forever.....



Who will listen to the heaven's special child?

Political parties and NGOs.

Manifestos and promises.

Individuals and organizations.

Doctors and conmen.

Economy and environment.

Corruption and retribution.

Money and inflation.

Lies and more lies.

Truths and half truths.

Friends and family.

Most people who know me are of the opinion that my number one concern in life is politics. They think I am angry over BN, UMNO, MCA, MIC and all. True enough, I am. I am angry out of love. Righteous anger is never wrong. This is the country where my brother will grow old in. He has Down Syndrome. It’s anything but fun and easy to have Down’s.

When I tell people that I have a brother with Down Syndrome, most folks will start talking about their distant cousin Down Under whose nephew’s son also has Down Syndrome. They’ll start yelping away about how cute and friendly and warm children with Down Syndrome can be. Once in a while, I’d also meet smart asses who tell me how I should encourage my brother to attend this special center somewhere and that I should not waste the great potential of any special child.

Out of manners, I’d usually nod in agreement, give a fake smile and make some general neutral remarks. Deep inside however, I honestly want to tell these well-meaning folks to zip up. I won’t however cos’ unlike Hishammudin Hussein, I have been well educated by my mother to refrain from telling people to shut up and get lost.

Special education in Malaysia is a shame. I can write on an on about the whys and the hows but no, this is not an academic or political piece. This is a web log, my special corner to rant to any listening ear out there. I believe each of us longs to be heard, which is probably why there are so many millions of blogs out there each giving its own opinion and viewpoint.

Special children want to be heard too, but will there be a listener? Somewhere out there, I am sure a child with Down Syndrome or cerebral palsy would have a blog. I’m sure I can google it and come out with something.

People feel that special children are special, possess special characteristics and have special needs.

Fair and well I say.

I will also add that special children are more alike than different. I know and I am sure because I grew up with one and walked with one for my entire life and will continue doing so until I die.

Hopes and dreams.

Plans and desires.

Wishful thinking and broken dreams.

Anger and temper.

Lust and guilt.

Pain and sorrow.

Grief and denial.

Imaginations and reality.

Cancer and heart disease.

Loneliness and boredom.

Questions and answers.

Wisdom and reasoning.

Nausea and vomiting.

Hunger and diarrhea.

Jokes and bluff.

Bubble baths and hot chocolate.

KFC and Pizza Hut.

Cataracts and leukemia.

Preferences and dislikes.

Moods and seasons.

Birthdays and funerals.

The list goes on. No one will understand how a young mother feels when she is told that her newborn is more than special. Not one who has not grown up walking with a special child of God.

We look at life and say it is unfair, they came into being bereft of a fighting chance. We complain about school because exams suck, they would do anything to get a chance to fail an exam. We slack at work and claim to be burnt out; they’d be more than glad to wait at your table. We can’t decide to migrate to US or Australia, they have no country that’ll accept them. We gripe over our limited wardrobe, some can’t even put on their own shirts. We give up trying to memorize the times table, they don’t even understand the meaning of giving up. We grumble cos we can’t have that Bali holiday, they’d be glad to just be given a chance to ride the town bus. We are overwhelmed from the many responsibilities we have to shoulder, special children will smile so sweetly if you entrust them with the most seemingly menial of tasks.

Special children will not remain children forever.

I once thought that the greatest challenge of having a brother with Down’s was during those childhood years. What tumultuous times those were.

I now realize that more is to come. We’re ready, come what may.

With love to my courageous and beloved Brother.















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Just Changed....

Did the sun shine any brighter and the birds sing any louder?
Was there a different aroma in the air around us?

....in many ways, a great part of our individual niche has not changed and probably never will......


Change is the only constant.

Anwar hailed the recent “political tsunami’ as a new dawn for Malaysia.

I say HUH?

Was there really a new dawn for Malaysia?

Did the sun shine any brighter and the birds sing any louder?
Was there a different aroma in the air around us?

In many ways, a great part of our individual niche has not changed and probably never will.

Nazri Aziz will remain uncouthed and downright disrespectful and he is still in Parliament. Bung Mokhtar of Kinabatangan is still alive while Zakaria Deros is still dead. Sammy Vellu is still rich and will now find much time to spend his dirty money. Kayveas is still the arrogant, tough-talking tin kosong blaming everyone for his defeat except the man in the mirror. Ling Liong Sik is still a fat moron masquerading as a scholar in the Chinese UiTM aka TAR College/University. The BN media will still paint Abdullah and friends as the only choice for Malaysia. The opposition parties will still think and behave like opposition parties, if not against the BN then among themselves.

In Ipoh, Perak, the state with the third PAS MB, the aqua or to be politically correct, the transvestites will continue to wait for their clients of all races without fear or favor. They are the most harmonious characters around and probably will be for many more centuries to come. Similarly, the pork in Sabah still tastes like a turd sandwich and the wan tan mee still five ringgit and taste just as horrible. The Kelantanese will remain in their eternal delusion that they are the exemplary state in Malaysia which is totally true if they’re talking about HIV, intravenous drug abuse and incest. Chinese people are still yellow and paranoid of PAS for no valid reason. The Sabah state neurosurgeon is still melanin-enhanced and bullshitting while performing his daily massacre of innocent people. Malay people will still be numero uno bumiputeras and the coming local university intake will prove me right.

On a more personal note and a larger scale, I am still RM 1,500 poorer after the general elections.

My grandmother’s dog is still barking incessantly and unnecessarily and exacerbating her hearing impairment. Mummy will still be strolling with Jesus in the sweet bye and bye, free from pain and suffering forevermore. Brother will be as lonely, bored and depressed as I am. My beautiful Meltzki is still gone with only memories and bits of fur for me to hold on to until I too die of cancer like she did. Odie is still missing and probably with Meltzki, just that she’s not buried by her side like Obie is. Grandpa will still be remembered in loving memory more for his eccentricity.



My two hamsters will still be making a mess out of their home, leaving me to clean up their dump. The pesky cockroaches will resume their routine of paying occasional unexpected visits in the middle of the night while I am sleeping soundly. The nearby Giant supermarket is still not selling Class III Baygon Cockroach Control. My daily battle with my Nokia 6210 snooze button will rage on not unlike the Palestinians and Israelis. I’d still need to wash my socks every day if I do not want my apartment to smell worse than the hamsters’ home. I’d still run the risk of stepping into dog poo while walking by the streets.

Life will continue its mundane cycle not unlike the hamster wheels I am staring at right at this very moment.

Life will not change much for most of us – not in the most influential and priceless aspects, at least.

Really, compared to a new state government and revolutionary policies, the little little things in life carry so much more weight and relevance.

Don’t expect change to come from the new state governments, not in big waves in the next few weeks or months at least. If there were ten things I could change in life, these will all be non-political.

That’s for me. How about you?


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No Winds of Change in the Land Beneath the Winds (4)

We can attribute BN’s clean sweep in Sabah to many electoral frauds – voting Filipinos, biased boundaries, vote-buying and postal votes. As Peninsular Malaysia has proven however, no tricks and cheats can stand when the people of all races speak vehemently as one voice....

Maybe Sabahans are just plain stupid and unteachable...










Why Sabahans, Why?

I TOLD YOU SO! There were no winds of change in the land beneath the winds.

Under normal circumstances, one would feel proud being proven right. Not this time, because there’s nothing great in being proven correct as a prophet of doom.

Despite all of PKR’s hype and boasts of winning seats and making inroads in Sabah, the reality have proven them wrong. Classic proverbs are rarely mistaken. Never count your eggs before they hatch.

Sabah was never ready for change, and probably never will, at least in my lifetime. Should any change occur in the next few years, it is the demography of Sabahland.

The poor will be poorer and the rich will be richer.The poorest will be mostly from the Kadazandusun people, the richest the BN-affiliated Chinese and the most powerful the Malays. Lastly, the most Bajau among Sabahans will be the Filipinos and Indonesians, though they speak no Bajau and hear no Bajau.

We can attribute BN’s clean sweep in Sabah to many electoral frauds – voting Filipinos, biased boundaries, vote-buying and postal votes. As Peninsular Malaysia has proven however, no tricks and cheats can stand when the people of all races speak vehemently as one voice.

Indeed, the dumb three-cornered fights between DAP and PKR in Sabah has denied the people of a few seats. Nevertheless, three-cornered fights are limited to a few seats and in general, the love for BN is still palpable among Sabahans.

In other words, there are no mitigating factors for Sabah’s continuous damnation under BN rule. It’s the voluntary choice of the local Sabahans.

Anyone who has resided in Sabah and dwelled among Sabahans would hardly disagree with the statement that they are generally pleasant and likeable, easygoing and polite. This is probably Sabahans’ strongest fortitude and weakest link.

Forever jovial, they have to a certain extent, become indifferent to the many damages that years of BN rule have inflicted upon them. Forever trusting, they have overtaken the Indians as the most gullible community in Malaysia, lapping up every word that comes from the lying liars in Barisan Nasional. Perpetually docile, they are the perfect servants to UMNO’s Ketuanan Melayu, the ideal submissive peasant in a feudalistic system. They are similar enough to eat and laugh and screw with once another but too different to unite politically under a single entity for the sake of the bigger picture and common goal.

After 50 years under the Malaysia, they have more political parties and sub-ethnic groups than ever before.

In the meantime, the UMNO goons are collaborating with Muslim Filipinos and Indonesians to establish an Islamic empire in Sabahland.

To be in Sabah as a tourist is one thing, to live and stay here is something else altogether. As a touring Peninsular Malaysian, I was impressed with Sabah and all it had to offer. As a resident, I am appalled at the state of local Sabahans and how they are such in spite of all the wealth Sabah possesses.

Some things are such because of inexorable circumstances. Malaria, tuberculosis, typhoid will always be endemic in East Malaysia. Alcoholism, smoking, promiscuous sex, poor family planning and blatant ignorance are optiona. So is the choice of government.

I can easily understand why the people of Kota Marudu, Pitas and Ranau choose to be under continued BN rule. They are the poorest folks in the whole of Sabah. Deprived of internet access and alternative media, and very uneducated to begin with, I will never expect these folks to keep abreast on issues of corruption, environmental destruction and judiciary rot. If a BN crook hands them 200 ringgit for a vote to office, I will not blame them for accepting the money and vote in a thief. What I cannot accept though is the trend of voters in well-endowed places. With adequate web access to alternative media, the people of Tawau, Sandakan and Luyang are not ignorant or deprived. They are not secluded or out of reach.

My only explanation is selfishness, greed and fear. To look out for oneself is commendable stewardship, to protect one’s own interest at the expense of others is unpardonable self-centeredness. Life is great for the people in urban areas. Life is a daily struggle for the many more rural folks.

Maybe it was not selfishness, greed and fear after all. Maybe Sabahans are just plain stupid and unteachable.

Are Sabahans really so shortsighted as to trade their future for short term stability? Are those rumors of vote-buying true? Do they really believe that the UMNO government is clean, caring and color-blind? Do they really trust that man Musa Aman? How can they continuously vote for someone like Bung Mokhtar? Can they not see that the UMNO headquarters in Sabah has overshadowed all other institutions – bigger than the biggest church, larger than the largest school?

I will never understand the people of Sabah.

What I do understand is that people always deserve the government they voted in.

I respect their democratic choices. I also reserve the right to criticize their choices and then eat humble pie if I am ever proven to be wrong.

As for now, Sabahans have sealed their doom by bucking the voting trend of Peninsular Malaysia. Because of Sabah and Sarawak, the BN was once again voted into power. Had it not been for Sabah and Sarawak, there was no way BN can call itself the government of Malaysia anymore.

Sabahans will not be spared their silly choices of a lifetime. Their support for BN will return soon enough to haunt them and their future generations.

I wouldn’t dare hope for change anytime soon in Sabah or Sarawak.

I only hope the Filipinos and Indonesians will keep their asses off the shores of Peninsular Malaysia.


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A PAS MB: are you afraid?

....I trust a PAS politician more than a PKR revolutionist. PAS members are sold to religiosity, PKR members are bought over by money....



PAS MB: Are you afraid?


I was at the airport waiting for my flight back to Sabah when I received news that the next Menteri Besar of Perak may be from PAS.

It’s not exactly what I had in mind though not entirely unexpected.

Even with the DAP winning 18 state seats, making them the predominant voice in the new state government, it is possible but improbable for the DAP to put in place a Chinaman as MB.

The rural Malay folk might accept it, as will the more open-minded Malays in the city. The one group that might not accept it will the UMNO-associated Malays. These are the people that hold on to the view of Ketuanan Melayu (Malay supremacy) as though it was a birthright and a edict etched in stone. Losing the state to DAP is already damaging enough to their over-inflated ego, losing the MB’s post to a mata sepet will invite unpredictable UMNO backlash.

It’s not that the new state government is afraid of doing what is constitutionally theirs. I believe however, that the last thing the new coalition government needs is UMNO baboons running around instigating Malays.

Having a PKR member for MB is even more risky and scary in fact. From 1957 till 1998, most current PKR members were in fact UMNO fans or strongmen. If there is one party that is ambiguous in its objectives and struggles and sincerity, it would be PKR. The recent elections saw one of its members going missing on the day on nomination only to be found in Langkawi holidaying with his family days later. If he was not bribed to refrain from contesting then I really have no idea what else could have taken place. To me, if there is one party whose members will emulate the notorious kataks of Sabahland, that party would be PKR. Even its own leader Anwar was once more famed for his nationalist and racist stands. The only difference is most of Anwar’s men have not been to jail for six years – circumstances that would have transformed most people and turned them remorseful.

In short, I trust a PAS politician more than a PKR revolutionist. PAS members are sold to religiosity, PKR members are bought over by money.

There really isn’t any logic to fear a PAS MB. The question of being deprived of pork, alcohol, karaoke and being forced to cover up from head to toe really doesn’t arise at all. I believe the DAP’s 18 state assemblypersons would have enough sense and courage to stand up to Islamization of Perak, if it ever takes place at all.

To predict what Perak may be like under a PAS MB is totally impossible. One cannot look to Kelantan and say that is how Perak might turn out to be five years from now. PAS is the predominant and sole ruling party in Kelantan. In Perak, it holds merely six party seats as compared to DAP’s 18. The racial composition of Perak too is vastly different from Kelantan, as is the state’s natural resources, demography and economic activities. For anyone to claim that Perak will end up like Kelantan is to say Nazri Aziz was very well educated by his mother in manners and all things gentle.

Even if the PAS MB does try anything apparently radical, like closing down the shady discos in Ipoh Garden East and raiding massage parlors on Jalan Yang Kalsom every other night, I am all for it. It’s only a hypothetical scenario though, because that will never ever happen, and I am disappointed to say the least.

The worst thing a PAS MB can bring to Perak is the swing of fickle Chinese votes back to wounded lapdog MCA. MCA was painting DAP as the running mate of PAS in the general elections. Nominating a PAS member for MB is but cementing MCA’s allegations. Such swing of voters can only be seen in elections. There is sufficient time for the DAP-PKR-PAS Perak government to prove its critics and skeptics wrong so they better get to work fast and effectively.

Unless someone dies or resigns or Pak Liar calls for general elections in April, the DAP has no excuse of failing to perform up to par and better the people’s general livelihood. If the new Perak government does a good job and lives up to the election promises with tangible improvements in the daily lives of everyday people, voters will see that a PAS MB is not eternal damnation.










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Warkah Untuk Barisan Rakyat

We will judge you by the same measures by which we have expelled the previous regime.

We voted you in without regard to your skin color, religion or biological makeup. We were Chinese who have voted PAS, Malays who have chosen DAP and Indians who opted for PKR. We were the oppressed who saw you as liberators and the cheated who believed in the truth....



A Message to the New State Governments

Greetings ye new leaders of the state governments of Kedah, Penang, Perak, Selangor and Kelantan.

We congratulate the parties for a hard-won battle against the seemingly insurmountable Barisan Nasional.

We the voters stood by you - DAP, PKR and PAS during those days you were known as the opposition. We gave a great part of ourselves to help in your noble cause. We parted with our hard-earned money and donated generously at your open air ceramahs. We braved the unrelenting terrible weather, stood heel-deep in mud listening to your promises of a better Malaysia. We refused to budge under all adverse circumstances. Some of us have placed our careers and families at risk. We were vocal critics and diligent deep-throats supporting the opposition while earning a living in the civil service.

We slogged and blogged, wrote and re-wrote, voted and revolted,

We did it all for only one reason – that together we can initiate change towards a better Malaysia. You have now won victoriously, far beyond anyone’s expectations.

Do not disappoint us the rakyat. You have proclaimed us your bosses by your own admission and we lay claim to that role.

You will fulfill your promises and we expect you to demonstrate genuine effort even if you fail in the end. In the past, you could cite limited resources and forced inhibition as excuses for delivery failure. No more now. You are in charge and the last thing we rakyat need is more mitigating factors.


We will judge you by the same measures by which we have expelled the previous regime.

Rest assured that you will be held accountable to every proclamation and condemnation that you ever uttered over the last four years.

We voted you in without regard to your skin color, religion or biological makeup. We were Chinese who have voted PAS, Malays who have chosen DAP and Indians who opted for PKR. We were the oppressed who saw you as liberators and the cheated who believed in the truth. We your bosses have set aside our differences and we shall settle for nothing less than the same among you. If we could unit in spite of years of BN racism, you as leaders have even more reason to collaborate and achieve.


While we won’t expect you to see eye to eye in all things, we do not want any washing of dirty linen in public, either. We affirm our right to praise or criticize you and it is our privilege to have a say in decision-making. We do not desire fanciful slogans or sweet-sounding promises. Rather, we wish to taste sincerity and humility, and we demand you from this moment to observe humility at all times. We insist on our right to be heard, our grouses to be attended to and our welfare to be considered.

We seek justice, not exhibitionism.

Do not betray the trust we placed in you, lest we show you the exit the way we did to the previous regime that betrayed us.

This is your time - your one and only chance to prove you’re worth your salt.

Don’t blow it.



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Now Showing: 10,000 B.C - the Malaysian Way

A story of oppression and revolution,
A tale of slavery and the desire of freedom,
A chronicle from cowardice to courage.

Starring....


Now Showing: 10,000 B.C (in a Malaysian context)

A story of oppression and revolution,
A tale of slavery against the desire of freedom,
A chronicle from cowardice to courage.

Starring:
Barisan Rakyat, as the oppressed multi-ethnic tribes mounting a courageous, seemingly impossible battle,
Barisan Nasional as the big bullies who declare themselves as invincible Gods,
Malaysia, as the beautiful Evolet, a blue-eyed virgin violated time and again by the Barisan Nasional,
Mat Rempits as the noisy and irritating terror birds creating chaos for anything and anyone in their path,

Co-Starring:
HINDRAF, playing the fearless Nakudu tribe, without whom the tribes would never have reached its unprecedented momentum,
BERSIH, in its natural role of organizing Mammoth gatherings that strike fear and panic upon the big bullies,
Mahathir Mohamad, as Spear Tooth – a powerful beast with unpredictable loyalty or responses


Together, they storm the gates of Parliament, laying claim to what was inherently theirs – liberation and basic human rights.

Will they triumph at the end of it all?

Will they conquer the seemingly impossible circumstances?

Go catch 10,000 B.C at your local cinemas today…..after you vote la, of course.



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Changing for the better, and not for worse.

The ones most in desire of change yet fear it at the same time are people like you and me. People currently feeling the pinch of rising fuel prices, over-bloated property market, shrinking nasi ayam servings and no foreseeable pay rise in the near future....



A Turd By Any Other Name.

Are you frustrated and angry enough for a change?

Dr Spencer Johnson made his millions writing a simple book entitled “Who Moved My Cheese”. His notion was that people should not be afraid of change but rather embrace it and make it to the fullest.

Malaysians in particular are afraid of change.

Not the poor in the rural areas of Sabah or Sarawak or the urban poor in KL, Penang and Johor. Life’s shitty enough for them so they really can’t comprehend why the opposition is pressing about change while the BN people are pressing for status quo. The problem is these hardcore poor are also the most ignorant. They are deprived of Aliran, Malaysiakini and are mostly beyond the physical reach of the financially-restrained opposition. When elections come, a RM 200 will buy one’s months supply of household necessity and a whole family’s vote. They are a goner, they’d never vote for the opposition.

The Malays in kampungs are also resistant to change. Not because they are afraid or cowardice. They are simply contented in their routine, easy-going lifestyle. They do not refuse change, they simply don’t need it. They are not in the process of looking for a house, a piece of land or getting rid of their 1990 Proton Saga. They are happy with what they have and are not interested with the Lingam scandal or the Altantuya soap opera. It doesn’t matter to them if they’d never have a million in the bank account, their bumi offspring will still go to university anyway, more often than not on an UMNO scholarship. They are happy to live and die in their current condition, so their vote will never go towards change. If they’ve always had PAS, so be it forever and ever. The same goes for UMNO – if UMNO were their choice then, it will be their choice on Saturday, March 8th 2008. That’s another goner for the opposition, and probably the reason why PKR despite all its personal hype, will never make much inroads anywhere.

The rich Chinese and Indians are both afraid of change and in fear of it. They have everything to lose if their BN cronies lose out. These are the running dogs who will vouch for the current BN regime for their own benefits. They are not convertible to the opposition. These are cowards beyond help.

The ones most in desire of change yet fear it at the same time are people like you and me. People currently feeling the pinch of rising fuel prices, over-bloated property market, shrinking nasi ayam servings and no foreseeable pay rise in the near future.

We are sick and tired of the corrupted BN regime yet fear the tune of MCA/MIC’s May 13 threat. We are discontented with status quo yet wonder if the worse is yet to come. Like an attractive lady being courted by a well-mannered, charming male, yet unsure of his sincerity and ability to provide.

Well I say let’s take a dive at the deep end.

For fifty years, BN has lied to us with slogan after slogan, policy after policy. They renamed the NEP and repackaged it as something new. They came out with nine Malaysia Plans but all with the same intention of profiting themselves. They have had manifestos after manifesto all crammed with the same old lies. We have seen ministers being replaced by another but all with the same shameful ending.

From Tun Razak to Mahathir to Abdullah and back to Najib Razak, from Chua Jui Meng to Chua Soi Lek to Ong Ka Chuan. From Ling Liong Sik to Chan Kong Choy to Khor Tsu Koon. From Sammy Vellu to Kayveas to Sothianathan. From Bernard Dompok to Joseph Pairin.

A turd by any other name smells like turd.

Unless you love turds and the smell and stain that come with them, vote for change.


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Are you PAS-phobic?

They had their time and day, and they blew it. They’d probably never have another such chance to prove to the non-Muslims that they were not the Taliban of Malaysia.

But they are not, seriously.





PAS: What’s your take?

“I’d rather spoil my vote than vote for those religious extremist sexist pricks.”

Those were the words of a fellow doctor in a brief SMS exchange regarding his choice between UMNO and PAS. It is not an isolated view. It is perhaps more representative of the non-Muslim opinion on PAS than what one reads about in the blogs and internet.

Is PAS really as terrible as its reputation suggest?

I don’t know. I’ve never lived in Kelantan or under PAS rule.

In most of my life until recently, my opinion of PAS was shaped by the BN media, which forever paints PAS as the devil of all devils. Ask most non-Muslim, NST-reading Malaysians and chances are, they’ll probably use very unflattering adjectives when discussing about PAS: narrow-minded, extremist, sexist, religious, holier-than-thou, hypocrites and even Taliban, the final word being more of a noun rather than an adjective.

I did buy Harakah once or twice but finally gave up because I never did gather enough passion or interest to read through the whole paper.

What I do know is that PAS hit the jackpot in the 1999 elections, winning as many as 36 parliamentary seats and also the state of Terengganu. Jumping on the free-Anwar and anti-Mahathir bandwagon, PAS achieved election victory at the expense of the DAP, whose leaders Karpal Singh and Lim Kit Siang both lost their parliamentary seats.

PAS had a chance to prove itself after the 1999 elections and PAS did not waste any time trying to do so. It formed a shadow cabinet and its MPs were more than vocal in Parliament. That’s was about it all though, for thereafter, most of its MPs’ debates in Parliament were merely verbal diarrhea. Instead of the economy and environment, PAS pursued morality and religiosity - which is not wrong in any sense except for the fact that such views were projected based on their narrow interpretation of Islam.

They had their time and day, and they blew it. They’d probably never have another such chance to prove to the non-Muslims that they were not the Taliban of Malaysia.

But they are not, seriously.

Despite the occasional ultra-religious and frankly stupid comments made by some of their leaders, PAS was never known for threatening the kafirs with bloodshed. They probably never will, in fact. PAS has never snatched the bodies of dead people, or demolished churches or Hindu temples at their pleasure. PAS has never sold ICs to outsiders and then use them to canvass for votes. PAS has never demonstrated violence in public or in private. It was never implicated in the May 13 riots. It has never broken up any human rights forum or organize any Burn-Down-The-Chinese-Assembly-Hall campaign. It has never employed Mat Rempits to terrorize those opposed to its view. PAS leaders have not been known to live a lavish lifestyle and then proclaim sympathy and identification for the poor. PAS leaders are not the ones that have practiced a divide-and-rule administration. PAS in Kelantan has never told its non-Muslims to get their asses out of Kelantan if they did not like its leadership and style. PAS rules that men and women be divided in all public places but rarely implements the law in practice. PAS does not storm a bar to arrest and photograph “indecently dressed” Muslim ladies.

All of the above were committed by UMNO.


Fear of PAS among non-Muslims is understandable. Non-Muslims should never expect PAS to sing a DAP tune.

Fear must not be exaggerated, however. Otherwise, fear has turned into phobia, and phobia being unjustified fear is never acceptable.

PAS has made enough of a fool of itself in its heydays. A compilation of the silly statements made by Abdul Hadi Awang can probably fill an entire 100 Gigabyte laptop.

PAS has changed, however. From Abdul Hadi Awang, we now have characters like Husam Musa. From arrogant, narrow-minded religious skull-caps, we now have young, feisty, forward-minded professionals who have demonstrated their willingness to don a Barisan Rakyat or flying a DAP banner.

Has any DAP supporter been seen donning a PAS logo?

I doubt so.

So who’s the narcissistic one here now?


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