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A few days ago, I read across someone that really broke me. I got really really sad when I read it. Not trying to prove that I’m some sort cry baby but if you read it, trust me, it’s disturbing. A security guard in Teluk Gong, Port Klang was brutally murdered. His face was slashed, throat slit and stabbed. Apparently, he fought back real hard with the robber. The factory that he was guarding was attacked and robbed by a bunch of believed foreigners. He was found in a pool of blood by the manager the next morning. How can people live with this kind of heartless act.
Suresh, a father of 4 left behind a wife and 4 kids. He recently took up this job after losing his previous job during the economy downturn a few months ago. I wonder what is going on the mind of the widow and the family that lost their only breadwinner. That must be horrible. I’m so sorry for their lost. Believe me, what happens to the future of the family? You cannot imagine how harsh life can be in Malaysia, particularly when some of us are branded as “immigrants” with some useless to nothing rights. If you would to be in a country like Australia, the murderers might be caught and mercifully, the government might support the family of the deceased.
How can anyone justify such violence considering the fact how the consequence would destroy someone’s life? I’m not just pointing out the death of this particular man. Think about the all the murder in Malaysia and in all those episodes of CSI New York. What happens to the victim and who he or she leaves behind? What happens to them? Their lifes would just hang in the middle of no where. Is anybody going to save them too? I guess life’s too short sometimes.
Rest in peace. Life’s unfair. I know.
post – script : I don’t know why but I keep on dreaming about you when I’m not romantically attracted to you.
Weird as hell,
Hanjun
One of the most fearful event of the past month in Malaysia, except the obvious case of Swine Flu was the apparent suicide of Teoh Beng Hock, who works as a political aid. I don’t want to discuss about him in this sad and tormenting moment for his family and my prayers go out for all of them. What I don’t understand was his fiance marrying him after his death, I really don’t. It doesn’t mean I disrespect, of course I respect her decision to do so. I’m sure she loves him very much. It just came to me as I recall reading similar news about a woman who married a corpse, claiming that he died before marrying her as promise. The harder part for me to understand was holding the dead guy’s hand while swearing in as a couple. That was really scary, imagine he suddenly came alive, screaming, “Surprise!” That would be happy I guess, considering the fact he’s not dead and can actually marry the woman of his dream. Oh how I wish Ned the pie maker’s touch can last more than a minute. Besides, I also read about cases which includes ghost brides. Yeah, ghost brides. Say, a Chinese bachelor died and one night, his parents got a vision, prompting them to find a after world wife, which so happens to be dead in real life. Most of the time, they found each other and they will end up buried together, so they can spent eternity together bla bla bla. That’s just one of the many scenarios. Are you sure this is healthy? I mean, dwelling on and holding on to something that is already dead. I do understand the lingering pain and suffering but is, sitting down, doing nothing going to help at all? I have my fair share of sad and really upsetting moments, but I came out of it. With all due respect and honour to my traditions and culture, move on!
Last week, a particular blogger in Singapore disputed the bust claim of the newly crowned Miss Singapore pageant. No wonder I always believe Singaporeans have nothing to do. They have a reasonably comfortable life and therefore, spent most of their time looking at other people’s business. I guess for some particular people, having bigger cans mean everything. People judge by beauty and that’s very common. In fact, people with better looks tend to get better jobs. It’s the force of nature and for me, the only way to look good is, by keeping fit. I notice, no matter how ‘not good looking’ you are, as long you’re fit, it’s pretty good. That’s why I’m working for a fitter lifestyle, for my own health and well-being. Besides, really wish I can make the team for next season’s Parafield Gardens competition. Yet, by the end of the day, I won’t be surprise if I would to be judge because I don’t look that good. For example, the biggest whanker in Subang, Ng Cho Ming, he is very particular about bust size but I don’t blame him. In fact, most of the time, we end up listening to his stupid stories. What I’m trying to say is, stop wasting time and do something useful. Hold on, I can’t say that, I’m actually wasting time as I’m writing this. Well, don’t tell me you haven’t seen a hypocrite.
A few days back, a Malaysian policeman was caught cheating on his wife. He was caught in a compromising position, yeap, the paper described it as “compromising”, so I’ll let your imagination flow endlessly. His wife was so pissed that she poured acid over his body and of course, he was badly injured. At first, when I read this news, I thought this must be some old dirty man but boy, I was wrong. He is just a 20 something year old man with an almost similar age wife. I can’t believe that. I’m no holy man but apparently, most of the domestic violence in Malaysia is likely caused by an affair. So, to the man out there, what do you think? Should you marry someone you don’t love or should you cheat on your wife? The decision is still yours. In Malaysia, nothing really matters if you would to treat your woman badly but what happens if your wife is some sort of Aghani Warlord’s daughter, oh my God, you’re screwed. Next thing you know, you will be sitting on a chair with your hands tied, your head covered with bag and your apology will be live telecast in Al-Jazeera. It doesn’t just end there, before you know it, you might stoned to death, biblically. To all man and woman of course, learn to love.
post – script : Strumming my pain, with projects. Killing me softly, with assignments. Telling my whole life, with lab reports. Killing me softly?
Long live sacred Malaysia,
Hanjun.
Lately, you’ll realised there isn’t any “interesting” news floating around any Malaysian newspaper, I wonder is it the conscious mind of Malaysian revolting or just some world-saving Peter Parker late on his column. It really begs a question, what should I write his week. Actually I myself am late for last week’s blog post, normally I’ll try my best to make sense out of absolute senseless. It’s until yesterday I noticed something in the newspaper here down under that inspired some nonsense out of me. So, what happened was, the Prince of Wales, Prince Charles was spotted having a unexpected grin when the Highland dancers’ skirts accidentally blown up by the strong gust, exposing their undergarment. Funny how the photographer actually manage to snap a picture out of it. I’m not sure that you noticed, 2 weeks ago, the president of the united states of America, Barack Obama was caught in action staring at a reasonably attractive woman’s ass. Truthfully, I have no idea how she looks like, all the picture showed is only her “Howard Wolowitz’s out of this world” behind. Research showed that man spent a year of their lives looking up woman, or how my native tongue called “usha awek”. I find it funny yet at the same time true, I have coursemates back in malaysia cannot control their perverted eyes from staring at woman, be it a 70 year old grandmother. Yes, it’s human nature, specifically man. I never blame anyone for doing that, but like my father said, live life moderately. Come on, my former coursemates(you know who you are), is it necessary to do that all the time, even when I looking into your eyes and talk to you directly? It’s really rude, not to mention disrespectful. One of them told me and I quote, “Looking at girls, is normal, and of course, there isn’t any stupid people like you that don’t always look at girls, no wonder you don’t a girlfriend.” Feeling a punch is going directly perpendicular towards his fat ugly face, I held back and told him, “Habits are the parts that makes our life, if you cannot control yourself now, don’t expect yourself to be a faithful person one day.” I don’t know why I said that, but maybe sometimes somethings in life are true, but some are not. I have no idea.
Prince Charles's grin.
Maybe both of them are enjoying.
Notice David's eyes?
The weather here has no been the ideal winter I had in mind. Snow fall and the Skiing is definitely not available. In fact, some morning, the sun releases extra stinging rays alongside the freezing winds of morning, which sometimes is either too cold or too warm, and then, I realised that I have completely no idea what to wear. Speaking of weather, I came to a point, back in Malaysia, we don’t need weather reports, won’t you agree? So, next time when you turn on the tube, you’ll see this, “Good morning, we’ll bring you to the weather report. If this is your first time in malaysia, it’s hot throughout the whole year. If you’re in Malaysia long enough, the weather will be the same. If you would like to know the weather for your area, look outside your window, it will be the same the whole damn day.” See, get my point? Malaysia, we’re in the freaking equator, expect everyday to be the same. I kinda miss listening to the thunderstorm, I can’t recall the last time I heard a thunderstorm. I think yesterday, but it sounded like a fat boy falling down the stairs, I’m not sure.
2 years ago, I receive a message in friendster. Yeap, friendster, so old school but that was 2 years ago, when people would actually ask, “Facebook who?” Back to my point, that message was sent by one of a pair of pathetic idiots from my high school and it was really stupid. Apparently, in 2007, Digi, one of Malaysian Telco came out with the “yellow man” advertisement with the cathchy “I will follow you” song. People sang that song everywhere they go, it had that kind of effect on Malaysians. So, what happened was, the sender, being a so called religious person, called upon non-Christians to not sing that song as “I will follow you” is actually a Hymn. A hymn is a typical song of praise and specifically of Christian origin. Pathetic. How can singing a song that has no particular meaning while showering, walking or relaxing change anything? You can call me radical but I just don’t see it that way. Now, I want everyone to know, “Glory glory Man United” is originated from a Hymn. Non-Christians are not suppose to support them. Eat that, mindless crap!
post – script : She haunts my dreams but not entirely in a scary way at all.
Written by,
Hanjun.
