Seksualiti Merdeka: Queer Without Fear

I just recently found out that this event has been banned. Apparently there was a collective voice from both the current government and the opposition, especially those championing certain religious believes that their religion is the holiest. 

My message to you: FUCK OFF!!

You talk what is right and what is wrong. Believe in the delusion that you're a saint yet you don't allow the freedom of love. So what do you champion then? Wankers! 

You are the retards that would prefer to see people holding guns and championing violent rather than holding hands and spreading love.

You think you know everything, yet you fail to understand on the basics of genetics and hormonal influences on the human body. You talk about morality through the eyes of religion and religion as defined by you. 

You have no idea how stupid you look and sound like by making statements, comparisons and protesting based on your perception of what you believe or interpret whilst blaming others for your own shortfall. 

The next time around when election is around the corner and you come talk to me about voting for you. I'll give you a reality check in front of your entourage. Let's see if the media then, has the balls then to publish it.

Here is the link for the press statement by the organizers of Seksualiti Merdeka 2011 

Personal Attacks

I'm a believer that everyone is entitled to his opinion. But, whether the opinion is substantial or not is a different story. And not everyone is as crafty as others when it comes to expressing themselves. Some are more direct while others beat around the bush. 

For those who are direct, they tend to normally hurt others as they don't choose their words wisely and normally speak their minds out without thinking much. These are the people who normally don't hold grudges, in my opinion through my experiences.

Communication nowadays is trickier than it used to be. Gone are the good old days when your only source of communicating was picking up the phone and dialing the other party before talking to him, minus the letter writing. Today, more text messages and instant messages are being sent the world over compared to phone calls. And when a printed message is read, its solely on the reader discretion for interpretation. And, It's more often than not misinterpreted. Therefore, it's really a grey area when you say if someone is nasty, being objective, vocal or rude over something. To makes things worse, generation gap complicates the situation a whole lot further.

Nevertheless, to take a personal shot on someone is a very low deed. There are always two sides to a coin and before you label someone, it's best to hear them out. I've come across many instances where personal shots are taken on others, and I myself am guilty at times for doing so. But, I've since learned to try to refrain from doing it. I always try to give someone the benefit of doubt, but there is a limit to everything. And when someone is expressing his views, that's just a matter of understanding, maturity and reader perception. If you don't like, stay away. Don't get personal - it's not cool.

Love vs Romance

A friend sent me this article. It's something I truly believe in, but never thought that there is anyone else out there who thought of the same. I've been told one too many times that I'm not at all romantic and that I need to read up on how to be romantic...

A Touching Story For Married People ~ UnknowN Author

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restless...sness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.

My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?” Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes….

My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. “When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face…

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. ” My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading…

“Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk…

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread…. Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words win arguments…

By: Sonam D Singh

New Pet

I had this weird dream last night, or was it this morning - I'm not sure. I couldn't remember anything beyond my third drink. And thanks to technology, I realized that I whatsapp a friend telling that I was back in one piece and still had my pants on. I have no idea why that went out that way. As a mystery it may, it isn't all that important. I guess it was just a reassuring statement.

Anyways, back to this dream of mine, I dream that I had a new pet. It was pretty cute and cuddly and warm. So pink and adorable too. But it's not right, just not right. It should be the way it was.

This is what I dream off...

Cute right?? But it's so wrong, I would have been happier if was like this instead...

If dreams like this continue to come along, I so am going to end up being a vegan. I hope I don't have issues the next time I'm going for my suckling pig.

Traffic Jam

I hate traffic jams. They make me stressed because I'm stuck in my car and I'm not moving; just sitting idle fumbling with my phone replying emails, occasional whatsapp conversation, BB messenger and getting older. But today, I discovered a new pain of being stuck in a traffic jam - the ultimate pain, I think.

As I was on my way back to office after an appointment with a client at her office, the jam was unusually bad for a weekday morning at ten plus. I was barely moving n inch a minute when my bladder decided to give a full capacity warning. Office wasn't too far away at that point of time, so I thought I could hold it back til I reached work. But as minutes passed, I wasn't moving in the jam and the pressure was getting stronger - damn!

Being me, I knew there was no point of even searching for an empty bottle in the car as nothing stays in it. Next up, I plugged in my gps and tried to locate the nearest petrol kiosk. This is how ignorant I am, I drive to work daily. Back and forth using the same road, but I've not taken notice of any nearby filling stations. I'm sure there will be a day when I'll be stranded low on fuel and would not where to find a filling station, therefore having to call my insurance company for help. To my discovery, there wasn't any kiosks nearby from where I was.

Anyways, since I had no spare bottles or a petrol kiosk nearby, not that there were any shops around the corner either, I had no choice other than to pull over and....

It was so embarrassing, but desperate times call for desperate measures...

I shall remember to have a spare bottle moving forward and find an alternate route to work. 

Chemistry

This feels just like yesterday, when I was in the dumb looking school uniform of white and green (oh wait - I had white and white) attending chemistry classes which I almost successfully flunked. But, thanks to the Malaysian education system, I somehow failed to flunk and passed instead. I'm still shocked thinking about it, even after so many years and that my younger sister has graduated high school too.

Anyways, I thought that it would be last I would deal with chemistry, boy was I naive then! OK, not so naive, I still managed to find my way into pants, but the point being here is I did not think so it'll make things complicated beyond comprehension.

And for the record, I suck at relationships. Hints and clues don't work for me. Please, get to the point and tell me things straight to my face. I do not pick up signals. But I do enjoy flirting - it's pure innocent fun.

On another note, that I've been pissed by so many family members off late, I was just thinking if I should rename this place to be "Letters to Mi Familia"

I Should Have Known

At times, I really wonder why do I even bother  trying to be nice to anyone as it always comes back to bite me.  Maybe I'm a sucker after all.

Dear Uncle,

Thank you for your text message to me this morning, though I didn't appreciate my phone beeping at five in the morning, but it was still nice to receive a text from you; shows that you at least care - genuine or fake. As I was very much engrossed in my sleep, I decided to not read you message then.
See, I knew we have been keeping distance all these while, and both you and I know the reason very well - your wife. She does not like me and I do not like her, period. And since she controls you ( I do know about the abusive part as well) I'd rather keep my distance with you as it's better for both of us. I mean, I don't want to get involved in your happy marriage life.

I have to say, I was politely shocked earlier this month when you text-ed me for my birthday. I know that you can't call me as she (your wife) might peruse your phone bill and if my number were to appear in your statement, things wouldn't be as rosy for you. But anyways, thanks for the thoughts, it really meant something. You're at least better than your sister, which (I specifically choose which over whom which should be the correct way to address a person, but she deserves which) is my mother.

Driving you around last Sunday in Penang, was my social responsibility towards you. And besides, I was free so it didn't really bother me as much. I would have just been bumming at home anyways. And if my memory serves me well which it does, I have been this way all the time. I would lend a hand if I can, otherwise I'd just say so. I do not offer to help, if you need something from me, you ask. See, I'm not like others who suck up to people and be nice and later tell the entire world that they spent the entire day running errands for you. I hope you have noticed this, but I do not blame you if you haven't; many hasn't either. So, no worries there.

When I asked if you wanted to join me for a jog later that evening, it was pure courtesy. Honestly, I wasn't bothered if you were to follow me or not. It made no difference to me as I was going to go for my jog no matter what.

What I'm trying to let you know here is that I've never changed. I am who I am. I've been this person for ever. So, about your text message apologizing this morning, I don't see the reason for it. As I told you, I have nothing against you in particular but the only reason I distant myself from you is because of the bitch. Ooops..I mean your wife.

One thing you should know, I am not going to apologize to her or make the first move to try to talk to her. No way this is going to happen. Since she has been spreading rumors about me, it is only fair if she were to apologize and no, I not interested to be the bigger person. She has caused me enough of pain over the years for me to forget, let alone forgive. I do have vengeance you know. Most people can't stand it when I strike back, she is lucky that I have not done anything. And this is simply because you married her. But then again, if you didn't marry her, this wouldn't be an issue.

Your reply text message to me earlier is a clear testament that things will not change at all. Since we're both (your wife and I) stubborn people with too high ego and are at logger heads, I do not see this happening. Therefore, I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but your wish isn't going to come through. There will never be a reconciliation. And, you're wrong. I haven't change. I still am who I am.

About her being discipline with kids - screw it! If you want to enforce something on others, please make sure you're not in the wrong yourself first. Let me cite you an example. See, your wife is very rude herself to her mother-in law (i.e. your mother and my grandmother) and also to her late father-in-law (i.e. your late father and my late grandfather). As you may have very well known, I very much grew up with my grandparents and I would not tolerate anyone mocking or talking ill about them. And your wife is very much guilty here. So yea, the next time she talks about discipline, go ask her to look in the mirror. It doesn't lie.

Do you see my point here? If you need specific instances about my claim, please feel free to call me for a coffee talk. Anyways, much have been said for now. And next time, don't bother texting me. It will not change anything. I fully understand that you need to stand by your wife, but at the same time, please do not put the blame on me. I would very much appreciate if you could defend your nephew once in a while and say what is correct rather than what is right.

Lots of love,
Your Nephew

I'd so love to post this to his house and hope that the bitch reads it...Ah, what a bastard I am.