I wish I could be with you, my friends and brothers and sisters. Believe me, I would fly back and be with you at Kelana Jaya.
To those who want to stop us, we find that you are even more afraid of us and what we stand for than we will ever be of you. There is a whole lot of injustice, of wrong-doings and blatant misuse of power that you can ever atone for - save to vote you out of power.
We will do it; if not by the next election, then the one after that. We want change, but you want to maintain power with threats, beatings, guns. …continue >
Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008
I’m thinking of going back to church - or as I see it, a ‘re-turn’ to church.
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My first five months of 2008 was spent trying to find out what I wanted to do; that is, wanting to do something and earning money doing it. January was when I’d quit the human rights organisation I was working for and went on to write for one of the “often-bashed-but unabashedly-partisan” mainstream newspapers. But hey, I think they’re getting better (that’s for LT: you know the conversation we had the other day). …continue >
From an existential soulmate:
Congratulations, you guys!
Words can’t express how happy I am for the Politics of the Common Good. Long live the left!
The pundits must have had a crystal ball and the politicians were actually correct with their guess and Badawi actually kept his word (well, we would have preferred if he kept his word on other, better things). The petrol price hike arrived around the time that it did, Thursday 5 June, midnight. After the 12th GE. Well, three months after.
Maybe it didn’t take a reading of the constellations, or looking at entrails to know that the price hike would take place after the elections, but why around now? …continue >
Picture this: It’s March 9 of this year. Pundits and player - the electorate, and the spectators and reps - are subsisting on the the hour by hour counting of votes. Rumours and results become our coffee and our cigarettes.
Glued to the Internet, and nonetheless to the almost black-out like TV coverage, and to the SMS messages flying around, people waited for the unbelievable results: Parliamentary seats were falling like dysenteried corpses into the hands of Pakatan Rakyat (PR), and like a poker player sweeping chips into his arms, the states were like-wise falling into their control. Time was suspended amidst all these news; thank god it was a Sunday so people could sleep the day away in election hang over. …continue >
Cosy self anesthesia, administered
By Magisterium, oh I hope not
Another word for institution
Twilight, slumber, sleep and dream
Clappity clap, sing songs
Hear the truth, yet undigested
…continue >