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.