My Favourite Joke of The Day!

It's another joke from our Kangaroo Court that the usurp goons are given the stay of appeal by a lone ranger and now insisted that YB Nizar and his men to vacate the State Secretary Building immediately. Ish, ish, ish, Truly gila kuasa or shall i say tamak harta? Heheheh no wonder they scrambled to send in the FRU trucks and those robots (what a waste of public funds, shish, again?!)

Let's logical human beings understand that those goons are never legally elected, thus rendering them with no absolute power for YB Nizar and his gentlemen to heed their demands. It is simple, kan?

Gosh, thank God i'm back here or else i wouldn't know how to explain to my friends in the Little Red Dot seeing those lame men and some makciks turn Perak into their big Royal Circus. Oh, of course they can understand, as the Royal London Circus hasn't been here since January 2008. But, who would want to watch the show when our 'pockets' are always empty? Must be the subsidies aye?

p.s. This circus is strictly for those who find low-class 'jokers' performing all kind of 'acrobatic' moves entertaining but opens for all who wish to join the Kangaroo Court as we need more court jesters!

God is Always Great - II

Do It Anyway - Martina McBride

You can spend your whole life

Building something from nothing

One storm can come and blow it all away

Build it anyway

You can chase a dream that seems so out of reach

And you know it might not ever come your way

Dream it anyway

God is great

But sometimes life ain't good

And when I pray it doesn't always turn out like I think it should

But I do it anyway, I do it anyway

This world's gone crazy and it's hard to believe

That tomorrow will be better than today

Believe it anyway

You can love someone with all your heart

For all the right reasons

And in a moment they can choose to walk away

Love them anyway

You can pour your soul out singing a song you believe in

That tomorrow they'll forget you ever sang

Sing it anyway, Yes, sing it anyway

I sing ... I dream ... I love ... Anyway

p.s. I wanted to write something (but my fingers were red and swollen after spending half a day writing letters, thanks to technology, i never spent that long nowadays) and this song came over Lite FM.

I guess the lyrics just said everything i wanted to share with you on why i would never give up on everything and everyone that matters to me, come what may.

Yes, I would do it anyway...

Sometimes, we need to stop being over-analytical, over-critical, over-skeptical, over-insecured, trying to live a fairy tale in this big, big world with a lot of crazy people. I wonder what life is, if not for the uncertainties...

Since the court declared YB Nizar as the legitimate MB of Perak, some were genuinely happy (to quote someone "if they are jantan enough, call for fresh election") while some were skeptical (political manouevre).

It's shocking to find too that a few were lost with what's going on. Please, i am not talking about pakcik, makcik in kampung but people who have internet access. So, may i ask you why this group of people was out of touch - I feel sorry for them...

If i was a christmas tree, you could see all the bulbs on me shining brightly, gleefully. I have to thank Kak Wa of Ipoh and Mr. Whisperer, who took their precious time, to text me about the good news. We, in the training room, clapped our hands as the trainer said that we should if this news is a good one. Yes, Ms. Mari!

Sometimes, a glimpse of hope is all we need to go through this madness. For that, we shall not give up and let go of what we believe in.

Sometimes, a moment of happiness is all we need to remember how much we treasure everyone around us and it is enough just to love, without asking to be loved in return...

But most of the time, we need to give unconditionally and only then, hope will live, forever...

Yes, God is always Great...for making us human enough to endure...

God is always Great

God, the Almighty, is always great

It is always the darkest before dawn

That we did not frown

God, the Sustainer, is always great

Down we went, battered and shattered

Yet that didn't matter

God, the Victorious, is always great

For victory is sweetest

When you have known the defeat

Alhamdullilah

For the courage of those who fight for the people

For the bravery of those who made the decision

For this moment of time

A glimpse of hope

For us to move ahead

Towards better Malaysia

Yes, it is a beautiful feeling, a rather serene one. I know we were all deep in thankful prayers when this rightful news was made public.

Yes, it is a great feeling, a rather sober one. For what we had gone through since last Thursday, we remain standing, not falter..

Thank you God..I am forever yours...

Dear Ah-soo Hee and Mokcik Idah

Dear aunties,

thank you for crying wolf that both of you aunties had been manhandled by PKR and DAP state assemblymen last Thursday when you two were the ones 'sibuk2' amongst the gentlemen. I shall also do that when the guys in the LRT, commuter and bus came too near to me when those public transport were halted without notice. Yes, aunties, i will be laughing my way to the bank because i will make a lot of many money from such sexual modesty encroachment complaints i made. Yes, i will fill my wardrobe with stuffs from Zara and will then afford LV and Jimmy Choo (oh yes, 'belilah barangan buatan malaysia';).

Thank you aunties, you really are the voice of women in Malaysia who have enough of nonsense from men..kan?

Dear Ah-soo Hee,

I shall also get myself pepper spray so i could hurt those men where it hurts the most as i know i wont be able to kick them in their groin in such packed public transport. And aunty, i am a darn good cakemaker, will you teach me how to be a bloody good kingmaker? ;) Oh, before i forgot, i must salute you for making a remark that PAS men are the gentlemen lots. Indeed, they are, but how come you realised this now? This is internet-age world ma'am, please surf more ok?;) And google for Unit Amal PAS ok?

Dear Mokcik Idah,

I shall salute you getting out of your way to protect your lame men in that assembly hall. I've suggested too many a time that this nation has to be managed by women like Mokcik Idah. Er, Mokcik Idah, i believe you have overcame your fear for indians as you did not 'pukul' those indians when you and those lame men of yours appointed ..sapa tu (er, cannot get his name la since he lost in the last election Mokcik Idah)...as the new speaker. I'm so happy for you because you have saved this world from extinction of this one particular race, who has been scientifically proved as the most beautiful race. I guess when you have to save your(ass)self, you will overcome whatever 'phobia' you have, kan Mokcik Idah? ;)

Dear aunties,

I'm in a big dilemma. Mommies would not hurt people they care - that is your rakyat. Mommies would never make things worse as they are always the ones with good sense and highly capable of calming the maddening fire or hurricane. You see, perhaps with you as the good example of mommies, i shall stay away from getting that title. It is indeed a horrifying experience when you feel fatigue and suffer from body aches all over, just being around men...ish ish ish...kesian...Aunties, make sure you check yourselves in one of those boutique spas ok? Money isn't your problem after all...I know one in GE Mall in Jalan Ampang, want to go together-gether?;) Don't Kata Tak Nak ok?

Dear aunties,

Thank you from the deep of my heart. You both are truly the aunties that should have stayed at home and take good care of your children and husbands too? Congrats aunties - what a disgrace you two to all respectable women of Malaysia - dead and alive!

Cheerio!

Comforting Song for the Battered Soul

My My - Enya

My! My! Time flies! One step and we're on the moon, Next step into the stars

My! My! Time flies! Maybe we could be there soon, A one way ticket to mars

My! My! Time flies! A man underneath a tree, An apple falls on his head

My! My! Time flies! A man wrote a symphony, It's 1812

My! My! Time flies! Four guys across abbey road, One forgot to wear shoes

My! My! Time flies!

A rap on a rhapsody, a king who's still in the news

A king to sing you the blues

My! My! Time flies! A man in a winter sleigh, White white white as the snow

My! My! Time flies! A new day is on its way, so let's let yesterday go

Could be we step out again

Could be tomorrow but then

Could be 2010

The Hero of Malaysia - V Sivakumar

*These photos made me cry all the way back yesterday. Do they really have to do that?*

Thank you Mr Oscar the Grouch, who is kind enough to allow me posting (verbatim) his salutation to our Hero: -

Dear Mr. Speaker,

We, the Dandelions salute you. You are the hero – You da’ man – Jantan Tulen.

Just when we – the citizens of Malaysia – thought there is no one else worthy in the realm of politics, you prove to us that a Malaysian can be a hero. Better than any Rajnikanth … ever.

You have shown great courage – standing alone in battle – against the mighty combined forces of the Federal Government, the Monarchy and the Police.

You did not step aside – you did not budge – you did not waver. I had expected you to falter. After all, any ordinary man would.

But you held on, demonstrating nerves of steel. And held on you did – from morning till three in the afternoon – before you were physically removed from the speaker’s chair.

Had you not been so roughly and bodily manhandled, I bet you can stay in that chair till all others drop dead from no water, starvation or sheer exhaustion.

I come to understand that you were mildly injured during the scuffle. Worry not, for you shall wear those physical scars proudly as your crowning glory for the people of Malaysia.

You are someone that our soldiers should emulate. Fight on – hold post – and never say die. They should erect a statue of you in every markas tentera, to instil on our young tentera’s heart the qualities of courage, bravery and valour.

I bow to you, dear sir, for you richly deserve my praise.

Thank you, dear sir. God bless.

p.s. As told by reliable source, there were about 20 rats in the hall during the assembly, donning the attire fit for the 'occasion' (Apparently, more as told by Mr Anil). So, now you know why my Hero (well, in case you deem he is not fit to be glorifed as one) was forcibly removed from his seat. He put a great fight till the end - i am so sure it was not for his advantage (can't be due to camry nor was he paid highly as the Speaker) but for us, Anak Bangsa Malaysia.

p.p.s. For record, you may want to check Mr Anil's blog on unsung heroes who protected my Hero during the indespicable incident, the Queen must be swearing looking at how the rats had conducted themselves in the assembly (which mirrored her great nation). So, please, i cannot accept it when ignorant lazy bums keep on asking this - "how come PR assembly men didn't stop the ruckus?" Shish, go read Malaysia Today for your own sake, please!

p.p.p.s. You may wonder why the PR state assembly men did not resort to throwing shoes and all to the usurp mad men. For one, i think, they would never allow themselves to be downgraded to the mentality and attitude of the rats. They are all gentlemen from good, caring homes. Secondly, if Uncle Pete thinks it was PR's strategy, I have to second that for now the whole wide world watched in horror how bad this country is being managed, on the verge of anarchy. But most importantly, we, the Anak Bangsa Malaysia, realise what these men had show to us - their mettle. Rest assured, if they come into power, we will be treated fairly.

p.p.p.p.s. Who cares about races now except for the rats? It is so clear to see that the ones that stood for us, malays, are our indian and chinese brothers and sisters. Please, we are smart and human enough...kan?

Mourning....Till I Think Otherwise

My dear Blog,

I shall leave you on 'Mourning' mode starting today.

My mind was blackened out by the injustice and idiosyncrasy i witnessed on this sorrowful day of Modern Malaysia. It pains to see powers are abused to the max, senselessly, and it is even disturbed to accept the fact that there are many people out there are incapable of behaving like human beings and even, thinking!

My heart goes out to those who were taken in for telling the 'Runner' of the Tin Mine State to hear out our voice. Why did they do this when there is not even a small plague for them to take home and show to all?

My soul, somehow, remains hopeful. An indian man stands by his words and power so that democracy can prevail. I remember when someone said "anak cina, anak saya, anak india, anak saya (juga)" months before 1Malaysia sloganeering was revealed to us Malaysians recently.

When the going gets tough, the tough get going.

As for now, my dear blog, we shall mourn for Uncle Zorro, Ms Helen Ang and many more innocents souls who were locked up for our sanity today, for all those resilient souls who remain standing when the weather is so bleaked. May God bless and protect them all.

My dear blog, we are forever indebted to them - always remember that for we shall continue do what is required of us to sent that evil back to where it belongs. This I promise you....