Prologue: Finally I got my baby lappie back!!! I need to study for my Advanced HMT test and my Risk Management test next week, and I have to do my FYP (meeting my co-supervisor this Thursday, meaning I will have to do something beforehand). But firstly, I need to get things clear, especially regarding this 13th GE, which dismayed most Malaysians. Be prepared for a LOOOOONNNNNGGGGGG barrage of rants ahead.
I am generally not patriotic. I love Japanese food and culture, Korean trend and phones, America for being a land of dreams, Singapore's work ethics and European fashion and art. I even considered migration to other places such as Australia, Singapore or Canada. But I love my hometown, Kuching. Kuching is the place where I have spent two decades there. I think if you put me blindfolded in an area in Kuching, I can recognize it almost immediately. The food, the cheapish rate in everything, the friendly people (to be honest, Kuching has one of the friendliest people *points at myself proudly*) and the peaceful lifestyle. Everything is just so laid-back. Wherever I go, if I were to return someday, Kuching will be the place.
But I cannot deny that deep down inside, I like to call myself a Malaysian. I am the typical Malaysian Chinese girl that most people would stereotype to. The girl who received an education from a national school, who gets along with Malays, Chinese, Indians, Dayaks and those of mixed-blood and who speaks Manglish (typically fluent English with a distinct Malaysian accent and the additional "lah"s, "ma"s, "leh"s and "liao"s, just to name a few). The girl who loves Malaysian food, particularly spicy food such as kangkong belacan and nasi lemak with lots of sambal, and of course, other Malaysian food like crab with salted egg, mee mamak, roti john, laksa, kueh chap, belacan and bak kut teh, in addition of Kuching food like sio bee, kolo mee and Sarawak laksa, which is usually accompanied by a cup of teh tarik "peng", Milo "peng" or teh-C special (that is originated from Kuching by the way, which means three-layered tea). Omg I miss kueh chap and kolo mee with juicy minced pork and thinly-sliced char siew right now :'( anyway cut the digression. I call people around me "boss", "oi" and "eh", like a bawse (Malaysian style). I am a laid-back person who do not like to abide to rules, although I have occasional moodswing which makes me feel like being an obedient citizen (sangat Malaysian ni). And I am accustomed to Malay, Chinese and Indian food, of which most Chinese from other places such as Taiwan, PRC and Hong Kong cannot be accustomed as much. And lastly, I AM MADLY IN LOVE WITH DURIANS!!!
That much being said, I would like to hope that I will have the desire to stay in Malaysia without having to look abroad for other opportunities, because government aside, Malaysia is actually one of the most beautiful places in the world. I remembered travelling to Singapore with my friend beginning of this year, and as polite as those fellow Singaporeans were, they were not very friendly as compared to Malaysians. That is what makes me proud being a Malaysian, because to me, Malaysian = friendly person. So, although I could not vote (because I was under le government's scholarship and they can actually trace back my votes), my family actually voted on my behalf. I was full of hope the moment the election started.
First issue was how Najib offered money and citizenship to immigrant workers to vote for Barisan National. I was disgusted at the idea of him belittling a citizenship to the extend of offering to an immigrant worker, just like that. If they obtained the citizenship so easily, then what does this makes us? Those who do not have a Bumiputera status were already treated as second-class citizens by the government despite being citizens, then if those immigrant workers were to be given citizenship just like, then immigrant workers > Malaysian Chinese + Indian citizens? What kind of logic is this? Of course, the energetic young Malaysians do not allow this to happen and they were there to become "ghostbusters". Catching the "ghost" voters, aka hantu pengacau.
This did not end there though. Evil people will be evil until the end. I shall not touch on that too much, as the thought of it utterly sickened me. What blasphemy pieces of sorcery of suddenly causing blackouts all over the place (the places where the opposition originally won) and then poof, new ballots came in. I could not believe how far the sick government would actually go just to secure their position. Ugh. Malaysia lost, because of this.
I know some of the angry Malaysians blamed the ignorant Sarawakians for contributing the victory to BN. But before we blame them, we should look at the bigger picture. Those Sarawakians who voted for BN live in the outskirts, in the rural areas, where media connectivity is scarce. As active as the young members of opposition party held their campaigns and manifestos, they somehow did not reach the ears and the eyes of the rural locals. Imagine those uneducated locals, who knew almost nothing about the corrupted outside world, were given RM500 and panadols each just to vote. For some ignorant people like them who did not know their land were stolen, RM500 was considered a lot to them. They did not know their stolen lands cost beyond RM500, and to be honest, being given RM500 after having RM500k land being stolen is like a slap on the face. But they did not realize that. Because they were not informed and educated about all these. Panadols are not good for health, sayang.
Look at this as a lesson learned. We can actually analyzed a few areas for improvement for a better Malaysia, during GE 14th, or even before that.
1) Many places that was originally won by the opposition but ended up having votes and victory stolen by BN were in west Malaysia and consist of young and educated voters. That means the younger generation of Malaysians were fully aware of the changes needed by the country. However, they missed the ignorant rural areas who do not know politics and their proper rights as a citizen. Those were the people whom every activist need to educate. No point educating educated people who already know what is corrupted Malaysia. Instead, focus on educating people who do not know what corruption and citizen's rights mean. People who do not know what have gone wrong, like the rural locals.
2) Now we know how far the dirty government will go just to win votes. More precaution steps need to be taken. Hantu voters? Try to prevent that from happening during the next election. Plan. Start planning from now. Blackout? Have volunteers bringing in torchlights. Extra ballots appearing? Make sure those extra ballots do not reach and if they do, throw them away (need volunteers also). And of course, mark those votes that have already been counted, so that recounting of votes will not happen.
3) Plan of ways to topple the corrupted officers. Justice prevails, not evil. Whatever bad things they did, surely they will not be able to wipe off their asses fully. Look keenly for those loopholes, and mercilessly condemn them to justice. These people need to be taught a lesson after living so many years of corrupted life. Like seriously.
4) Never give up. Instead, those campaigns and walks done need to be carried out even more, by even more people. Have more Malaysians united, and fight against the corrupted government together. Show the government that a nation is made up of its people, not a bunch of corrupted officials.
Who do we need, in this case?
a) Educators
b) Politicians
c) Lawyers
d) Engineers
e) Young adults who wants to contribute
I am sad that I am unable to do anything but to watch my country being swallowed. But this motivates me to study even harder so that I can earn more money, and at the same time gain more knowledge overseas (I don't trust Malaysia at current state to expand my career so sorry to say that I will not opt to work in Malaysia after I graduate) so that when I finally come back to Malaysia before GE 14th, I am able to contribute to win back Malaysia. Not by just votes, but by other means like knowledge, energy and money. Just remember that we all fight not only for ourselves, but also for our future generations who will take over us.
I wish I can write a manifesto on democracy and have it published and make sure every Malaysian, urban and rural, local and abroad, young and old to read these. I hope my words can someday be powerful enough to wake every Malaysian up and try their best to fight against the corrupted government.
I cannot expect Malaysia to be like Singapore, but at least let it be a peaceful and clean country with many opportunities. I want to grow old and retire in Kuching leh!
p/s: Once again, congrats Najib for making Malaysia a joke more than it already is. You are really a fail case.I truly feel like spitting at you and throwing slippers at you if not because I am a civilized person and you are not worth my saliva and my slippers.
p/s/s: It is ironic to see Malaysians fighting for democracy towards its own government even though it is an independent country. The late Tunku Abdul Rahman will cry in despair seeing his cause to fight for independence and democracy has flushed down the drain.
p/s/s/s: Mourning time over. Shall remove the black FB profile picture and replace it with my pretty-looking sunshine portrait. Be positive! Yeah, after all that has happened to me, I should start seeing positivity in everything. I am learning. I don't want to die being negative. No way man!
