A Destiny of a person. Reposted.

"I think he didn't do such a good job."
"He's the worst guy i've ever met."
"I hate him."
"I have problems with him."

These are everyday comments you see about people. Unfortunately, in my course, they're all directed towards one person. Me.

Yes, you're not deaf, you're not delusional, and you're not hearing thin air. Well, not everyone agrees with my complicated working styles, the way i speak. That even caused someone to defer her course because of me.

Well, before everyone thinks i'm the worst person, well, maybe it isn't too late to look deeper into ourselves. Nobody is perfect, everyone has an equal number of flaws with themselves, we always say that we will try to change it, and, yes, we do, but not as much as we'd thought as well as what others expect.

Truth is, we're a demanding lot these days.

Speaking of which, this reminded me of something a good friend of mine, where we'd share a passion for a lot of things, ideologies, you name it, you have it. The main difference is that while he is accepted by almost everyone, i'm only accepted well by, let's say, three-quarters of the people who accepts him.

To all the 'dissidents' who has been baulking me with endless criticism, as well as hatred, in front of me or even behind my back, maybe this should clear up your minds.

" I am the one who shapes my destiny. I refuse to let a piece of paper shape it for me.”

Edison wasn’t a straight A+ student, neither was Bill Gates or Richard Branson. What they did have, was an unwavering faith in themselves, and a belief that they could be all that they wanted to be regardless of what others thought of them. Even if their teachers called them dyslexic, even if the people around them thought that they were retards.

What makes us any different?

So are we going to give up, to lose faith in ourselves just because a piece of paper tells us that we aren’t perfect? Are we going to let tiny, printed alphabets on a piece of paper determine our ultimate value as humans?

No way.

Always remember that every single one of us is special and talented in our very own ways. Our little unique traits that make us who we are. Those are the things that give us value. What’s important is that we never stop developing our unique talents, and never, ever, compromise on being what we want to be."

Posted from Keefe Chan (keefechan.wordpress.com)

In short, although problems arise, in the end, we'll come together as one. So, my plea is simple, discard the past, instill optimism of the future.

Justice, Malaysian-Style

I know this is kind of outdated, but, still, every post does count to see justice rightfully, and deservedly served to this poor soul:-

the following is written by a very dear friend of mine, Inessa Irdayanty, and the one below, by her sister Elza Irdalynna. there isn't anything for me to do about this predicament she and her family currently face, except to help spread the news about injustice that is prevailing right here, right now. by re-posting this note, i hope im doing her a favour - it's the least i can do, besides keeping her in my prayers.

my heart goes out to her family. they've been holding on to each other and not giving up in times of adversity - and i do know for a fact that this is one very, very strong family who has been, time and time again, been thrown into the many difficulties of life. may they pull through this!

please do take the time to read. i mean it. and re-post it if possible, and if you feel strongly about this.

thank you.
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the latest news is, as written by Star Online,

The 800gm of “powder” found at actor Khaeryll Benjamin Ibrahim’s condominium unit in Kepong is not cocaine, said the police.

“The 800gm of powder confiscated was not cocaine and we have requested the Chemistry Department to conduct tests again,”.

why the retest is necessary, i do not know. just like how they needed about 10 plain clothed cops to rearrest my brother after the bail was posted, i do not know. and as much as i try to comprehend, i can't.

i'm just hoping that all of this end soon enough, before my mother breaks down - she has been very strong about this; before my father speaks up - we all know how quiet he usually is; before my sister loses her patience - God knows she already has very little of that; and before my 4-year-old nephew is old enough to realise what is going on, and have these bullshit questions running through his head the way they run through mine.

thank you very much to all of you out there who are supporting us, praying for us, or at the very least ask us how we are. it means a lot to us, trust me.

one favour i would like to ask from all of you, is to please read the note below, written by my sister Elza Irdalynna, and to perhaps re-post this, if you may. please, and thank you. God bless.

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On March 11th, he was arrested at his apartment's parking lot in Segambut. Police brought him to an apartment he rented in Kepong, and after entering, claimed that in that residence, he possessed 800grams of cocaine, and 140grams of methamphetamine, and accused him of processing and trafficking, putting him under the risk of being charged under Section 39B, which carries the death penalty.

On March 12th he was remanded for 7 days. When my parents inquired if we can engage a lawyer, the Investigation Officer told us "No need".

On March 17th, after our family waited more than an hour, we were allowed to see him for the very first time, under supervision.
Again my mother asked if we should get him a lawyer, again the I.O advised against it, claiming "Lawyer tak boleh buat apa-apa sekarang. Buang duit je. (Lawyer can't do anything now. It's simply a waste of money)."

On March 18th, his remand was extended another 7 days. The magistrate inquired why there was no lawyer present for him, and whether he was made aware he had the right to a counsel of his choice. He replied "No." Therefore, he requested for one, and only nine hours later, did the I.O call to inform my mother, who promptly engaged Amer Hamzah Arshad.

But the very next day, the police used their Executive authority under Section 28A that vetoed his right to a counsel. All requests made by our lawyer to visit him was denied.

Only after we complained to SUHAKAM, did the police allow Amer to visit him.
On the last day of his remand.
After the investigations were concluded.
For only 15 minutes.

On March 25th, he was brought to court, and charged under Section 12(2) for possession of 0.24grams of metaphetamin in his Segambut residence. Nothing the police claimed they found in the Kepong residence, the cocaine and shabu that was "already packaged to be distributed" or the so called "cocaine processing mini-lab" was brought to court.

Because there WAS none.

He was released on bail. A trial date was set. He was so close to being free, and seeing his 4 year old son again.
But as he was signing the papers of his release, the Plainclothes were outside waiting.

Not two steps after he came out of the bail department, without any explanation, they re-arrested him. Amer was restrained from protecting him, and only after Amer repeatedly asked them to show their I.D, did they do so. Still, no explanation was given to the family. We were merely told to go to the Headquarters and speak to Inspector Kang. The same guy who claimed my brother possessed the cocaine they NEVER found.

He never saw us, he was "in a meeting." He wasn't too occupied to give the press a statement, but was unavailable to see us.
We were told by the new I.O for this case, and the DSP (the guy who signed the papers denying my brother the right to a counsel) that they are detaining him for 60 days under the Special Preventive Measures Act (LPK), after which, they could further detain him for 2 years if found guilty.

Guilty according to THEM. For under this act, it is a detention without trial, like the Internal Security Act. Any information gathered from "witnesses" and "investigations" will never be disclosed to him or his lawyer, or the court. He will also not be able to defend himself against any allegations. Under this act, he will never have his day in court.

On March 25th, my brother, Ben, was denied his Constitutional rights.

For 2 weeks, our family went through hell. Sleepless nights, press waiting outside our door, Ben had asthma attacks after the police delayed themselves in acquiring the requested medication for 3 days, Mama, who is a cancer patient herself, suffered chest pains and lost her voice.
We felt it was all worth it, for we would be able to have him back.

But now, a new nightmare has begun.
Whether or not Ben is guilty, should not be for the Police to decide. If they HAD the evidence to strengthen their warrant for re-arrest, why was it not brought to court? Why is Ben not given a chance to defend himself? How can we ever know the authenticity of these so called witnesses and their statements? If there were ANY to begin with?

Under this act, I could simply be caught for any crimes of drug offences the police accuse me of, because they can claim they have enough information (even if they have absolutely nothing) and detain me. For 60 days, for 2 years, and even EXTEND it after.

Acts like this and the ISA are licenses for ARBITRARY arrest and detention. Anytime. Anywhere. Anybody.

My family and Amer will not back down. We will fight for Ben's right. We will speak up for all of those who were silenced before us, who will be silenced hereafter.

But we seek your help. In any way at all, help us fight this. Re-post this, write on your blogs, write to your local representative, to our newspapers, and together we shall use our voice, our art, our space, to stand up not just for Ben, but for all our rights.

Liberty is a Constitutional right. It's time to get it back.



This isn't the Malaysian judiciary to treat people like the way i'd expected them to. Neutral, without fear or favour. Justice, as i'd see, has indeed gone to the dogs. Which solidifies my no-confidence stand towards the Malaysian judiciary.

How bad is M'sian internet?

Seriously. Really. The only way i could get round that hubaloo is going for their high-speed broadband, but then, at 249 bucks a month, not to mention that the Kiasuland down south offers a internet speed 5 times faster, and much, much cheaper pricing, oh, well, there's only some awful words to describe it.

Fuck TMNet, the damn government, and the assholes who only think of money.

Earth Hour again?

oh no, not another of those crazy campaigns. Why not make it a monthly affair. A year isn't enough. So, to those of you who are big fans of this Earth Hour, you're people of stupid mentality. Period.

48 hours later.

Prom's finally over. Yeah, it's sad that everything has to come to an end, but, then, it's just realities in life. If only we could turn back the clock, but then, no such thing exists.

So, it was fun, although there were a few things that could be better.
1)A buffet could be better, as most people would think that a buffet would mean more food choices.
2)The ballroom. It was a bit disappointing, as i realised that CHS had a prom ballroom that's much bigger than ours, not to mention a higher ceiling.
3)The dance music. Why disco-like all the time? Could at least play some romantic music for couples to dance together. But then, my gf was kinda happy that she didn't need to dance slowly, and falling down. What happened instead was some hugs, caresses, and French kisses. Okay, it was messy, but most importantly, i'm fine with it.

Points To Ponder, Maybe?

Looking at the calendar today, the only thing that came out mf my mind was this:-
'Oh shit, it Prom Nite tomorrow!! And my hair looks like a lion!

Ah, whatever, i thought. Besides, Prom night is all about being known as the best damn thing to happen all December, after all that SPM hell.

Wanna know how it feels like sitting for SPM? A whole list of days which i sat my papers is all you'll be seeing below, right now.
Day One-BM-Actually, it wasn't as bad as expected.
Sejarah? No comment, since it's the objective paper.

Day Two-English: The topic that you wouldn't bear to stomach when trying to do an essay. The topic? School Students have too long holidays. Do you agree?
Well, being a student that has been pumped in with lots of English education, i'm gonna have to support the parents. So, 'Yes' would be the answer. The damages of writing something like that? 1000 words. Dead. And a sore hand.

Next up came Sejarah. Unsurprisingly, in line with the 1Malaysia concept (which i can't trust, and hate). Questions like what would we do to boost racial unity smacks loudly of 1Malaysia. Call it anything, and although it sounds like an "**************" process, valuable marks were there, so can't afford to lose 'em..

Fast Forwarding to Last Monday.....

It was a day where no one from my class, except for me who took the Economics paper.
And, looking back at last week, i'm glad it's just all over. But then, why should i be the last fella to go "Merdeka!!"?!

ROFL!!

What would Arsene Wenger (Arsenal manager) do if he had 40 million pounds to spend?
Answer-Buy 700 10-year olds.

Man, can he be such a maverick to do so? That sounds like child labour. Lol.
(This excerpt came from BFM 89.9's live EPL commentatory.)