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This girl should win a Nobel Prize for Peace:



History will be made tomorrow. No, not internationally, but for Malaysia. You know, that small peninsula just a little on top of Singapore on the map. I guess it’s a small part of the world, and what happens to Malaysia won’t change the rest of the world much. But, to me and to my fellow Malaysians, what happens tomorrow will change the world as we know it.

Tomorrow, sacrifices will be made, lives may be lost, people may be hurt. I may be grim, but this is the truth. This is the sacrifice that so many people are willing to make. This is the sacrifice that the heroes of Malaysia are going to make. They are walking into something uncertain. They don’t exactly know what will happen. They know they might get beaten up by the police, get sprayed and shot with tear gas, some maybe even feel that they’re going to their death.

No matter what, they’re still heroes.

They’re going into unknown circumstances and pain.

All for punks like me. All for some people who won’t appreciate or even know the sacrifice they made.

To some, they’re just a bunch of people in yellow or green shirts making inconveniences for stupid reasons.

They’re not. They’re yellow and green clad heroes who are going out to make history, change things for the better. And for that, I admire them.

Some of these heroes even came from far-off places to stand up for what’s right. These heroes came from kilometers away to make history at the Bersih/Himpunan Hijau Rally, yet some people are going kilometers away to do things that only God above knows what.

What happens tomorrow not only affects the Malaysian Malays, the Malaysian Chinese, the Malaysian Indians, the young of Malaysia, or the old of Malaysia, it affects every Malaysia of every ethnicity or age.

Tomorrow, we unite to stand for what’s right. We are one nation, one people. Tomorrow, religion doesn’t matter, ethnicity doesn’t matter, and age doesn’t matter either.

May God protect these heroes and deliver this country from all the corruption that will destroy it. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Big Cats

Poem 1

Lord over the cats, he is.

Imperial and

Ornate is his cape around his neck.

Never has there been such an animal.

Poem 2 (I actually wrote this a year ago)

Those hidden in trees,

In jungles and secret forest.

Gleaming eyes,

Evil grins

Roars unheard.

Stripes of the morning and midnight.

Poem 3

Leaps and bounds, leaps and bounds.

Eyes his prey. Oh, unfortunate prey!

Opal eyes, opal eyes.

Padded feet, padded feet.

Able to run fast. He runs fast and swift.

Red skies after its kill, after the kill.

Danger, danger, danger.

Riddle Me This

Billions of words

Of huge variety

On a piece of paper.

Keeps you mesmerized for hours.



Temperature I

There are people with fiery hearts. What they say can make you feel like burning up. You can feel your ears get hot as CNY weather and as sweat goes down your forehead in torrents, you flush.


Temperature II

There are others with icy hearts and stony faces. When you’re with them your heart stops beating. Your mind goes blank. You find it hard to think. So you stand there




Temperature III

But thank God for the warm hearts. When you meet them, you feel your heart melt. In a nice way. It melts gently and tenderly. You feel like opening up. The walls between you and that person disappear.


Lie! It’s a lie!

Whatever you do, do not use P1 Wimax! For those of you who are wondering what I’m trying to download, it’s a free complimentary classical music album from the Classical Shop.

Lie! It's a lie!


From the 27th to 30th of December, my family and I had a trip to Singapore.

We actually left the house on the 26th (Boxing Day) at 6.30 p.m., but arrived at 1.20 a.m. the following day. Technically.

We had to pass some customs and immigration officers, both Malaysian and Singaporean. But it took a long time to pass them because the line was so long. There were too few counters in the Malaysian immigration. The forms that Mom had filled out to present to the Singaporean immigration officer were outdated versions of the forms so Mom had to fill them out all over again.

By the time we got to the place we were staying, it was 2 a.m.


to be continued…