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I know I’ve never been nice to Ju. Or I tried to be nice and be friends with him, but I cant help it. He is too emo for me to handle. Yea. U read it right. Too emo for me to handle. And I am now glad and happy about my decision. Let’s read his post shall we?

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You know, this is about the fourth time I'm attempting to write something meaningful to commemorate the 100th blog post on this here blog. The first 3 times all ended up with me raging and ranting against Ju's Bitches. You know, the same old formula of fuck you, you mistreated me, you disappoint me, hope you get crabs and gonorrhea.. that sort of thing. And honestly, that's getting a bit tiresome. Even for me. I'm just really tired of letting these women still affect me even though its already been 4 years, more than enough time to finally bury them in their respective bad memory graves and piss all over it. In more kinder terms, to forget them and move on. And so I shall. I have to develop some mental fortitude and grapefruits of steel. Of course it won't be easy. Whenever I think about gi gyn and michelle, i still get angry and sad and always utter their names followed by the words "fucking" and "bitch", followed by a good 15 minutes of smoking and calming myself down and chanting the mantra of "move on" repeatedly till my man child mind gets distracted by cleavage and snickers. Mmmmm.. snickers and cleavage...

Anyway coming back to my main point. It's painfully obvious that both women aren't as affected by their past interactions with me and have moved on to bigger dicks, or women thinking they have a dick in Michelle's case. So its a bit aggravating and lop sided that I'm still carrying all this emotional baggage and they're most decidedly not. So, goodbye gi gyn and michelle. I still don't understand why you treated me the way you did, but I think at this point and time that's rather irrelevant. Have a nice life. Its more than you deserve but hey, live and let live.

The other girls? Ah well, it wasn't meant to be. Specifically because I don't appreciate being dominated and treated like a handbag(that's you Voon Ping) and being lead around because you think I'm SCARY. Boo. So long .

Of course I'll be the first to admit I did a few things wrong as well. I'm sorry if I came on too strong. I'm sorry I cared too much. I'm sorry I kept staring at you but it was only because I thought, at that time, without knowing your real personality, that you were hot. I'm sorry I was too intelligent for you. I'm sorry for a lot of things I know I shouldn't be sorry for, but hey, fresh slate and all that jazz you know.

Oh shit... I did it again didn't i?

Anyway, sans the above mentioned events and people, life's been great in the last 4 years. Degree holder, job not related to said degree, good family, good friends, bad smoking habit. I daresay, the good memories far outweighed the bad ones if I step back and look at the bigger picture. I let myself get too traumatised by these women till it almost became all consuming, and I apologize for acting the way I did with my real family and real friends. I promise to try to be "happier" and less cynical about shit in life.

Hopefully this marks the first of many steps to me being a less emo man child and being more emotionally balanced and matured.

And to the rest of you lot.. whether you got here by clicking on the wrong link, curiosity or just plain boredom, thanks for reading. Here's to another 100 posts .

Special mention to penis elongating commenter, I'm fine with the size of my dick. Really. I don't feel inadequate at all. Will have the future women I sleep with fill out a survey if you want.

and to anonymous who finds my language "offensive and rude and will never come here again" well, you gave yourself better advice than I could (backspaces FUCK YOU YOU SENSITIVE CUNT!)

May future posts begin with "So me and the gf were fucking each other's brains out the other day ...."

Taken from ju-rants.blogspot.com

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Is case, if u wonder why am I being so sensitive. Let me show u…

Anyway coming back to my main point. It's painfully obvious that both women
aren't as affected by their past interactions with me and have moved on to
bigger dicks, or women thinking they have a dick in
Michelle's case. So its a bit aggravating and lop sided that I'm
still carrying all this emotional baggage and they're most decidedly not. So,
goodbye gi gyn and michelle. I still don't understand why you treated me the way
you did, but I think at this point and time that's rather irrelevant. Have a
nice life. Its more than you deserve but hey, live and let live.

There… even highlighted nicely for u.

Women thinking they have dick? Butches who dressed like male doesn’t mean they THINK they have dick. It is just they was they are comfortable with. Out of 10 butches I know, 9 of them tells me that they are however female. And do not wish to have a dick. After all if they have a dick, we are not called lesbians, no?

Now, stop being emo will u? And face the freaking fact that I am indeed very much a lesbian now.

one of the kapak just broke up. being in a lesbian drama, we wont know if they're able to patch back or not. but the reason of breaking up is... stability.

what is stability? what is your defination of stability? how can we consider it as stable in stability?

it really depends on how you see things i guess. and depends what u want in life. you could probably have :-

relationship stability
financial stability
life stability
emotion stability
career stability
etc... you name it.

there's so many types of stability and of cos, nothing is perfect. we cant have it all. we cant...

the question, is it important? if it is, will you help your partner to achieve the desired stability? or you rather leave because you cant find the thing you're looking for?

come to think about it, i should kill myself cos i'm not stable in anything...

relationship stability... i cant find it or feel it, so i leave it...
financial stability... i dont have any cos i splurge like there's no tmrw.
life stability... i dont think my life is stable. cos all my other stuffs are not stable.
emotion stability... well. that explains why i slit isnt it?
career stability... strugles... im still forcing myself to stay put in this company.

see... everything oso not stable. :(

but i know one thing for sure tho. u need lots of time and patience to build that certain stability you want to achieve. the question now is, are you willing to put in time, patience and effort to achieve it?

u're saying im difficult eh? one more thing i hear from you... i'll jot every single thing here...

i'll show u what's difficult here...

i am so not inspired to blog these days due to work work work and more work. play play play and more play. and the ended up, exhausted to blog. hehe... im so not a dedicated blogger. :D

now that my aunt went home alre. which she will visit me next month again. im less emo now. i think thats why less thing for me to blog. haha!

but am seriously enjoying my singlehood. when am not having my aunt around of cos. it's like a typical sagi. the sense of freeeeeedom! i can fly to anywhere i want with my car. hence the petrol is draining like water draining from the tap. :P

kapakia is in the midst of... i dont know. rekindle? i dont know. still having thorns in their heart? i dont know. i dont know anything about kapakia anymore. not to say i dont wanna know. i wanna know so badly and when i am not informed with things. i got really pissed... i'm being the one left out from the group.

as chris always thought me before... dont expect things to go your way. so yea. im leaving it the way it is...

ohh ohh... i straightened my hair. will post a proper photo of me having long straight hair later on, if i have any. i've wanted to straighten my hair for so long alre! yippeee~

i got so many things to blog and photos not edited...

i had vivo. i had sanjyu sushi. i'm a holder of magic plastic cards. one night trip to KLIA and putrajaya. etc etc...

anyway... it's mid of the month again... broke time of the month. :D
i seriously do not have the sense of controlling what i spend on and my savings. sighs...

i am actually tempted to update my long post...

but...

big cow just sos-ed me.

she need me to accompany her to the petrol station for petrol.

must be wondering, pump petrol cannot go alone ah?

no no... dengar la dulu (listen 1st la)

her car petrol is like... gonna be empty. and she is afraid that on the way to the petrol station, really empty tank. so she need me to convoy along...

ok la. it is 10.35 alre. hehe... and i promised to leave office at 10.30. :P

until they are wet...

*slurps*



**got this from WonderKitten**

i look 30 year old here meh? T_T

*cries loudly*

am i one?

i beginning to suspect i am...

am i?

i finish my shift at 5.30, i'll leave office at 10.
i finish my shift at 10.30, i leave office at 12...

and no, it is not just as simple as lazy-to-go-home

i actually worried about my cases. i make sure everything is updated until there's nothing more to update or until im really tired.

tmrw is my off day. and here i am worrying about my cases will screw up or not. not to say i dont trust my colleagues. i trust them. some able to do fantastic job. i just... worry la...

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions... She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.

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i have read this story long ago. and it brought me tears. it was really touching how the story ended. the husband finally realised but it was too late.

how we got in a long term relationship and as years passed. we tend to forgot small little things in the relationship...

most people say, long term relationship dont last. i believed it. until now i still do. but this story taught. there are reasons that both people can stay so long together. and when things gets dull and boring. they tend to think that sparks are just not there anymore. it is actually the matter of small little things to bring back that intimacy between 2 person. it just pretty much depends, r u willing to put in that small little effort in it...

... dont get from customer everyday...

bear in mind, im actually working in a MNC and our customers are around the globe and only speaks to IT specialist or manager...

and here goes

cust : i wanna speak to xxx...
me : *get details of which id, which comp, name, reason*
me : *tried to transfer but that person went for meal break
me : im sorry sir, xxx has gone for meal break. do you want me to pass any msg?
cust : oh. no no. no need. i'll call again later. i wanna go makan oso.
me : *thinking* makan? -_-"

A tall slim and graceful woman who walked proudly like she is walking in a
beauty pageant competition. If she slips or nearly falls, she will nicely
covered it up and continue with her graceful and impressive walking step.
She knows how to use make up to enhance her beauty. She looks at the world
positively, so her face always seem so happy. She will not get up set
easily.

Self confident woman who belief in her own style. She will not follow
fashion, but standing in between simplicity and too modern. She is a very
open person, sometimes can be too blunt. She is an honest person and never
try to cause troubles for any one.

She likes to say something that you do not want to hear and yet she can say
something so pleasing at the same time. Example she may say "I wish you
could make more money, so you could afford better cloth, but anyway it is
better this way. If you make more money you could be thinking of money too
much and become greedy". She can say such thing and make you wonder if you
should get up set or love her more.

She is also a free spirit and does not like to stay home. She likes to be
protected, but not to give her orders. She has no respect to a weak man. If
she try to over powered you, then you have to calm her down and try to
control her to be in a limit by doing the same thing too. She will listen if
she respect you. She likes to be herself and like her guy to be himself.

She is a no nonsense woman, so you will not hear she says " Guess what I
will do next", or "Guess what I am thinking" because she always say what she
is thinking out loud like a guy. If you do not understand her in this
matter, you could easily break up with her. She sees problems in her love
life as another funny story.

She is clumsy and it is in her nature. You may think it is cute, but for
some neat guys this could be so unbearable. She is very friendly, so she can
easily turn her enemy to be her friends. She has good taste in fine cloths,
good food, first class and first services. Even a poor woman in this Zodiac
will struggle to afford such good taste. She could spent lots of money as if
she can not understand how difficult it is to make money. If you think of
let her borrow money, think again.

She is a paranoid. If she thinks you like her, she may already think about
getting marry and lost her freedom and so on and on. A jolly woman who loves
sports. She is an ordinary woman who could dress like a tomboy. She has more
guy friends and sometimes could act like one of a guy. She does not care
about rumors, so she can get home very late and couldn't careless what her
neighbor will gossip about her. She thinks either good or bad, you will know
it yourself , so you should not bother what people think.

Her wit and innocent look are her charms. She is often hurts from love, but
never afraid to look for a new one as if she is singing "Do that to me one
more time". She likes going straight and being straight forward. She will
not go around to get what she wants, or beat around the bush just to say
something. If you meet her and tell her straight what you think, she will
admire you.



** Those highlighted in green are so so true. And it's scary leh. I've post it up here so I'm like an open book already. :D

Previously I mentioned that I went for body check and found I'm having High BP issue. And I need to take medication. The tablets I'm taking the side effect is coughing.

Beginning, I didn't cough. But now, I always feel something's itching my throat and result is... coughing... Sighs...

i suddenly remembered another 2 PLU community websites and i logged in. i found these 2 picture of myself, which was about 4 yrs back. hehe...

After reading so many post on protecting the Fatwa side, commenting on girls dressing code, we wear pants therefore that made us lesbo...?

I've posted up my discomfort in one of the lesbian forums... and from the feedback I'm getting is simply thought provoking...

I have to warn u tho. it'll be a long long post as their feedback on this is super duper long...

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Feedback 1,
No matter what religion a person hold in their heart, others should respect the way religion is. To condemn others religions or anything related to it is rude. You want to help, help it with understanding and not with "stupidity" words.

Most Malay gave extreme response because fatwa issued are mainly meant to them. To non-muslim, it just a side hit. Most of them don't even feel any different.

It's a like a fire bomb throw directly to a group. Of course, whoever in the group will jump here n there. Whereas, others who are looking from distance, will only shake their head.
This scenario explain ur statement "do u realise that only the malays had so much to say and the chinese seems to have their head shaking towards this scenario? haha!"


Bottom line is, respect. Respect your own and respect others as well.

Tho' we are GLBT.. doesn't mean we are not-religious enough to understand what is respect.

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Feedback 2,
It wasn't about condemning the religion. We were condemning the authority and the people involved in making the decision in the National Fatwa Council - note that there aren't any women in said council - who are abusing their powers over their religion under the mask of righteousness when it is, in reality, discrimination towards women and the pengkids/tomboys.

The words "Fatwas are stupid", etc. were poorly worded - that led to people misunderstanding that the protest in general was an attack against the fatwas and thus Islam which caused all the Muslims to be up in arms about it. It's not about the religion.

Being part of the LGBT community doesn't necessarily mean most of us are non-religious, though... but I digress.

The implementation of this one fatwa re: pengkids and tomboys (and I must emphasise, the emphasis on this fatwa and NOT fatwas in general nor the religion...) is a clear example of oppression. The issue and problem here is that these people, these members of the authority - are using religion to discriminate.

Members of the LGBT community are dealing with enough flak as is - the Mak Nyahs, transgenders, gay men. And now, the hate, prejudice and discrimination towards pengkids, tomboys and of course, indirectly, lesbians is going to skyrocket thanks to any kind of ruling that would discriminate so much against one's identity and self-expression.

Another main problem is that a relatively masculine gender identity/self-expression via clothes and the like does not equal homosexuality. Tomboys aren't necessarily lesbians, and similarly, feminine women aren't necessarily heterosexual.

The other issue at hand here is that... who decides where to draw the line at masculinity and femininity, and why should these people be allowed to dictate where that line lies? Because it's wholly subjective; and just another way to tell women the way to dress, and behave. Again, control over women.

Lesbians face discrimination. This is discrimination. Dressings and mannerisms of women should not be regulated, along with consensual relationships between adults. Particularly the first, since we know homosexuality is frowned upon by religion in general and of course, hardly advocated.

When the fatwa is fully implemented and becomes a part of the cold, hard law - tomboys and pengkids are going to be considered criminals. It is not that we are questioning their religious authority on the issue, when you get down to it, since they do have their reasons for having discussed and brought the fatwa up for consideration. These reasons just haven't been communicated to the public; people are in such an uproar over it because it seems shallow, but that's only because we don't know what they were really discussing when they came up with the said fatwa.

But when we know that tomboys and pengkids are not criminals, and that it's hardly a social ill - how can we just sit back and let this slide? This fatwa affects all of us in more ways than one. It's just that you don't need to be a Muslim to realise that this is still discrimination - in its purest form, against the LGBT community, targeting the pengkids/lesbians, now.

Also - People don't attempt to understand. They don't try to delve into understanding the pengkids, what goes on around the pengkids, and trying to perhaps fathom their reasons and why they express themselves that way. When you think about it, if they were to try to do so instead of just blatantly forcing these rules on women - well, what will result from that?

Assuming that is how it goes... At the end of the day, the tomboys don their dresses. Grow out their spiked, gelled hair. Drop and discard the identity they've adopted that gave them so much self-confidence over the years - into becoming someone else entirely. A softer, feminine echo of who they used to be.

Everybody's happy, and this question is never raised again.

Or IS everybody?

Is that really who they are?

How about the tomboys who weren't homosexual, who merely... like short hair? Who're happily married, with children - who like suits and ties? Wrongly prosecuted and shunned, because of the unnecessary discrimination wrought about by the misunderstanding that a woman's appearance determines her sexual orientation.

The tomboys are trapped within a cage - a shell of their former selves.

You can force a lesbian woman to marry men, to bear his children. To raise a typical nuclear family in our growing world, and have everything be alright.

But it will not be alright.You can't change what a woman feels inside, her identity, her being. You can dress her up any way you want, but at the end of the day, you're suppressing her means of expressing herself and to love whom she wants to love.

I'll quote:"Each and every woman has the right to express herself freely, as does everyone else, as guaranteed under human rights standards our country is bound to fulfill."

We have our rights. The Malays are vocal about it, but that doesn't mean the Chinese and Indians shouldn't lend support to our sisters that we care about whom are affected dearly. Why should they fight their battle alone when it's more than just something about Muslim women, and how it's a question of rights as a whole?

My 20 sen, or so.

But I'm reiterating that the protest was not against all fatwas - just those aiming to control women and how they should conform to the 'ideal' stereotype of the senior religious authority figures, and how they should behave and dress. And that it's not about disrespect towards a religion. :/ I hope I got that semi-cleared despite my not being too articulate about the issue - to which I apologise in advance.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, especially since I'm just another person in the ocean of people contributing yet another relatively insignificant opinion to the discussion.

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Feedback 3,
Hi - I was part of the protest and here are some points i'd like to raise

1st) muslim issue?

one criticism we faced was that this looked like a bunch of non-muslim protestors sticking their noses where they had no business to.
i will like to address this in 2 parts

first, that it was not a matter of who we were, or what our denominations were. in the issue of representation, i think the front we had was that we were all united against the fatwa based on its discrimination against women.

second, that just because it is a fatwa does not mean the society as a whole does not feel its repercussions. i dislike using personal examples, but perhaps the clearest one is that i used to date a muslim, and i might again - that it legally does not involve our selves on an immediate level does not mean we do not live with the side effects.
that i am not a muslim does not mean i cannot voice out against what i see as an injustice.

2nd) disrespecting god.

no. to challenge a fatwa is to challenge a human interpretation of the quran's teachings. this is very different from saying "do not worship god", unless the fatwa council is the personification of god.

3rd) "stupid fatwas everywhere"

i agree that when trying to communicate an idea (against discrimination), taking on such an aggressive stance can (and did) alienate some of the crowd that we were trying to reach out to.

essentially i think it sounds like we dismissed all fatwas, but that's only in isolated view of the slogan. if you take into account the recent fatwa topics re: yogas as well, you can see where we got it from.

we also had other slogans, but perhaps not as sensational and therefore not as widely reported. still, to say we are disrespecting islam by dismissing the intelligence of a fatwa is a bit of a stretch. the emphasis still is - the fatwa is problematic.

4th) what the qaran says

the qaran does not actually explicitly state that lesbianism is wrong - if you check the sura that has been quoted, what it refers to is "lewdness".
You are free to interpret if "lewdness" simply means

1) the act of fornication
2) the act of adultery
or
3) the act of fornication, between two women.
now the 3rd interpretation is frequently assume because of two factors. the frequent drumming in that homosexuality is "unnatural" - which is not the only view in islamic discourse, but certainly the predominant one.
[ see 'islam recognises homosexuality' http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2008/03/27/islam-039recognizes- homosexuality039.html where it argues if sexuality is created by god, its manifestations can't then be unnatural, and the interpretation unfairly takes societal prejudices against a minority ]

the second is that in the punishment prescribed for acts of "lewdness" only talk about how the women should be punished, whereas it is questionable that if men were involved in the act of "lewdness", why weren't their punishments listed out too?

i can't say i'm anything close to a religious scholar, but i will be meeting one soon to discuss this further with him.

What the qaran does say, is that women should cover up their aurat, ie: dress a certain way. there are arguments for and against this.

5th) Reason for strong reaction to the fatwa

to make our disagreement very, very public.

really, people. what's keeping quiet going to do except to allow a legislation that disempowers women to go through?

to presume that the religious authorities will leave you alone or not arrest you because it is too ridiculous to detain you based on your appearance, whether you're sitting at the mamak, or just shopping disregards a very simple thing: this is exactly how the trans community suffers, especially the male-to-female ones.

they are harassed, detained, fined - based on their appearance.

6th) fatwas totally boleh dicabar.

there is a history of fatwas being retracted, or changed - by the very scholar that issues them in the first place.

although msia legally requires malays and muslims to be Sunni muslims, Islam in itself is a religion with a rich history of diversity, in philosophy, debates, etc.
one of the differences about msia is that our fatwas can be gazetted into laws.

the usual practice for fatwas, is that they are religious advice. you are free to keep seeking advice, or fatwa, until you find one that suits you. the system is one where you ARE supposed to think for yourself if the fatwa is suitable for you.

Islam has never been about handfeeding information to you. that's why it's the book you can never finish studying. there is a great deal of discourse and intellectualism that i feel goes hand in hand with the religion, but that is not encouraged in msia if it goes against what the authorities want.

to say that the fatwa cannot be challenged is to say that the people issuing it are perfect - in the understanding of what god is saying through the qaran, in what is best for EVERYBODY - and i say this because in msia, you can't seek fatwas that are better for you.

this is not a mechanism built in for you to escape qaranic teachings - this is simply an acknowledgement that not one fatwa is suitable for everybody.

sigh. this was typed in a rush. i have bucketloads of deadlines tonight. if there's anything anyone wants to clarified, let me know.
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Regarding the protest that just happened not long ago. We receive lots of bad reviews from others. And of cos, bad reviews are from the Malays. Especially Malay guys. I just want to clarify that the Chinese or Indians are out there it is not because we are against Malays. It is just because we are on our sister’s side.

Let’s just say…

U r so damn confident dressing in that smart outfit of yours. Nice shirt, with matching tie on it. Wearing it with a pair of slacks. Or for college students, u r so good looking in those jeans and polo-t, all the girls die for u whenever u dress that way. U feel damn confident, u feel comfortable. Most important, u feel this is YOU. But suddenly, u’re not allowed to wear it anymore. They demand u to wear baju melayu all the time. Be it to work or college or the malls. How would u feel?

As for straight girls, u’re comfortable in those jeans as u can just sit however u like. Not to worry when going up the stairs the guys would peep underneath. Remember when guys used to place mirrors on their shoe so that they can see ur undies when they place their foot near urs. Don’t u feel so much safer in pants/jeans? No… u can’t wear that anymore. Be prepared to be ‘seen’ more then…

here are some of the blogs i found.

http://maximumcube.com/tajulz/?p=86

tomboy = a girl dressed and behave aggressive like man but still attracted to opposite sex ( simple word : poser )
pengkid = a girl dressed and behave aggresively like man, attracted to same sex. ( simple words : almost a man without a dick )

die as an old lesbian


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http://tunkuaisha.blogspot.com/2008/11/calling-fatwa-crap-this-is-too-much.html

it is HARAM for women to dress up like a man so does for a man dressing up like a woman


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http://www.azahamin.com/luahan-rasa-pengkid

Kenapa nak menghambakan diri kepada lelaki? Walaupun jika kamu bukan seorang pengkid, sememangnya salah untuk kamu menghambakan diri kepada lelaki. Melainkan bagi yang dah ada ikatan yang sah.


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http://www.nikicheong.com/blog/fatwa-on-tomboys.html

But when you think about how crime is high, and corruption is rife. And the amount of cases of murder, rape and molestation - surely there are more important things to focus on.

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http://www.weaselzippers.net/blog/2008/11/malaysia-tomboy-protests-over-fatwa-deemed-a-security-threat.html

Don't mess with butch dykes, they can whoop ass…

People can be so irresponsible! Even towards their own thing!

Unfortunately, CW’s certificates are still at my house. Yes… CW… my ex. Must be wondering why is it still at my house huh?

Previously, when we were still together, she was looking for a job, she said she didn’t know how to do resume. That is why I took her whole file full of her certs so I could do her resume for her.

And now, she needed it back. So she called me the other day. Asking me to return it to her. I restricted her coming to my house to collect it because finally my grandma stop nagging me about her. So I do not want my grandma to start nagging me about her again. Why my grandma would nag to me about her? Long story cut short. Attitude problem.

Anyways, so I told her, whenever I’m going out, I’ll text her the day before. If she can make it at the same time, she have to let me know before I go out. And up till now, I have went out 3 times and she didn’t really bother.

1st time, when me n TSL n a few other friends planning to go to The Curve for drinks. That was on 1st Nov, Saturday. I text her on Friday, and informed her that I’ll be in The Curve. Inform me in the afternoon as I need to leave house in the afternoon to settle some stuffs before the drinking session. She said she can’t confirm on Friday. Ok. Fine. Even until on the Saturday itself, I got no calls from her at all. Until I was nicely drinking half way with my friends, she called.

CW : where r u?
Me : I never bring it. Don’t bother looking for me.
CW : ha? How come u never bring?
Me : did I say confirm with me in the afternoon? I won’t be bringing around ur certs with me like some dumb ass ok? Who do u think u r?
CW : uh… No la. They suddenly wanna go Scarlet.
Me : so? Not my problem rite?
*I hung-up*

She really think I would be bringing the certs around ah? Wtf la!

2nd time was yesterday, the day I went to The Gardens with the other girls to watch Quantum of Solace. Again… I informed her the day before via text msg. I never receive any reply. So I didn’t bother. And until end of the exact day oso no sound from her. So I didn’t care.

Today, she called me.

CW : hey, r u convenient now?
Me : convenient to talk or convenient to take ur certs?
CW : to take my certs.
Me : not convenient. I’m home. Grandma’s home too.
CW : so? I just want my certs.
Me : I already told u. not convenient. I don’t wish my grandma to make noise about u anymore. U have nothing to do with me anymore. I went out ystd. Already text u, if the certs are really important, u already replied me.
CW : my phone got barred. My other line, the phone lost already.
Me : whatever it is, not convenient now.
CW : u sure going out with ur gf later rite? How about later?
Me : not sure going out or not. Will text u if I’m going out.
*I hung-up*

so I called up beh and asked what’s our plan so I can just faster settle the freaking certs and stop keeping in touch with CW. And yes. We are going out to have dinner and I called CW back.

Me : I’ll be in Pan Bakery. I’m not sure what time. Probably about 8pm.
CW : ok. Just text me later when u arrive.
Me : ok.
*I hung up*

So beh came and pick me up and had dinner in Pan Bakery. We arrive at about 8pm something... And ah girl was with us too! :D

I texted CW when we arrived.

Waited…

No reply…

Until approximately 9.30pm, she replied.

“Am watching movie..after movie I call u c wether u r at there or nt.bt no need to wait..if u wana go home..den go home.bye”

I was like. What the fuck la weih. And I bring along the stupid certs with me.

Beh told me mind as well just courier to her. No need to see the stupid face.

True oso. So dumb la me.

So I replied her asking for her home address.

Again…

No reply…

Dun reply right?

Den I’m sorry. It’s beginning of weekdays again. I’ll be busy. So busy to even answer your calls and reply your sms. Since u oso dun give a damn wat. Why should I?

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On the other hand, beh today very scary la. Ate 3 plates of different stuffs. Must be hungry whole day liao. Poor thing. Hahahaha~

Nevermind beh. I still love u lots, k? LMAO…

My office recently just upgraded my pc MS Office to 2007 version. Previously I used only once on beh’s lappie. But didn’t really get to molest every part of it. Now that I get to molest every part of it, gosh… it’s so fantastic!

I suddenly realize I really have no life. It’s just work, work, work… other than that, go out for dinner/supper with beh.

But these 3 days will be occupied. Today, me and colleagues will go for dinner at Klang. Then, tmrw will head to gym. Then, Friday will head to colleague’s place to hang out.

Colleagues dun like taking pictures. So no updates on them or how they look like. Haha!

There’s updates on my job scope tho… currently doing task handover. I have done a one-day moderate training by a girl from sg. Via phone n msn. Haha… dem nice. Very challenging. Easy as it may seem but there’s really a lot of things to take note on. And have to be really careful before handing over the task. *sweat*

Now after work d… staring at the pc dunno wat to do. Tempting to finish the task. But feeling really lazy suddenly. Been cracking my head whole day on one customer d. And now… more to come… >.<

Seriously, i do realise im crapping here... i dont know what to do!!!

at about 6pm, beh called me up to ask what time i'm finishing work so that she could come n fetch me. but my aunt was on her way already. so i went for dinner with aunt and cousins n uncle and another aunt n grandma for dinner at tmn megah's ming tien. so beh fetched me from tmn megah instead...

we dropped off her part-timers home and headed to her house... it was just like a regular night where i would go over her place to stay over when it's convenient.

some how, when i was bathing. my phone was ringing non-stop. i didnt bother and kept taking my sweet bath. but i felt something weird. so i rush to wash off the soap and answered...

(in mandarin)
aunt : FASTER COME BACK!! OUR HOUSE GOT BREAK-IN!!

i stunned... my heart beats damn fast. never in more than 10 yrs staying here has a break-in in my house. i rushed beh to send me home from wangsa maju all the way to subang jaya.

just the day before, the street light wasnt working so i left my house light on, and i got scolded by my grandma that i waste electricity.

now... this happened. sighs...

on the way, i called my aunt see if she have already called the police. and she screamed at me again. beh calmed me down. but i know she's also very mang zhang cos when there's a bloody slow driver in the fast lane, she's cursing like mad.

but after some time, my aunt called me again and asked me (nicely) what important things i keep at home. my most precious thing was only my digi cam, my pc and my cash that i wanna pay off my bills. she cant check on my digi cam cos it's too messy, police havent take pictures yet. pc, too big until can be notice that everything is ok... but my money, that was in a white envolope... gone.

lagi la i stunned! i speechless weih. my 1st month salary half of it gone. poof! just like that. T.T

i reached home in 30 mins. bravo to beh. can reach in such fast speed.

apparently, the police who came and checked on our house was the same police that came when my dearest nothing-better-to-do-fucker did creepy whistles. how did i know when i'm not even at home? my aunt told me, when the police came, he asked for me instead. :D

anyways, the whole proper story was. my aunt came back with my grandma, and my aunt noticed something is weird in my room cos usually my room's light is off. so she kept quiet and went to the kitchen and saw one big hole in the ceiling...

without hesitating, my aunt dragged my grandma out of the house, in case if the burglar is still upstairs (smart move. must learn! if me i sure bodoh bodoh go up d.) so, my aunt quickly called all my uncles and the police as well. my aunt told me when my 4th uncle came with the police, the police was holding the gun, my uncle was still holding a thick stick rushed upstairs to check. fuiyoh! so yao yeng! like drama oni. but i missed it. ishh!


we suspect, after he climbed in, he wanted to open our backdoor so that he can allow his fellow 'friend' come in and help or better access so can move the big electronic stuffs. fortunately, we lost the key for the lock outside. but the inside, he managed to unlock it. notice the middle part that's kinda light. there's a barrier we put it there and he manage to unlock and remove it.


the damage : firstly, my giant piggy bank, worth of 1k. inside was full of 50cents. beh... u sure pengsan to see so many 50cents. gone. yilek...


korek korek lagi... dun have anything...

my pc room. money in envolope, gone.

my mini piggy bank worth of rm600. inside was full of 50 cents oso. gone.

even my bags oso wanna korek... but my bag rm100 he took! :(

after all the hard work of korek-ing. they went down stairs again... they must be so darn tired, they opened the fridge and took 2 cans of coke to drink. poor burglars cant even finish it, they rushed of (i think they heard my aunt and grandma reached home) . cos when my aunt checked the can tempreture, it's still very cold. (too much forensic heroes drama) but please le. u really think malaysia police will take the DNA to test ah? mimpi la lu. they just came, see see. look look. draw on the floor plan where is messy. where is damaged. snap snap pictures. thats all...

so why did i say that the burglars are stupid?
1, my digital camera could easily earn them rm800, is still with me.
2, my canon printer which i already packed in a nice plastic bag, it's so easy for them to carry, is still here.
3, the Palm PDA beh borrowed me, is still here.
4, the handphone beh borrowed me for my extra line, is still here.
5, my bag worth rm500, is still here.
6, beh's osim uzap mini, is still here
and...
7, the envolope with cash for my bills... IS STILL HERE!
my aunt mistaken with another envolope!!! weeeeeeeeeeee~~!!! i dun have to starve this month!

actually, i suspect it's the whistling fucker who did all these. but it's all my assumptions. but how come both incident are so close to each other?

so all of us were cleaning up everything. all-of-us are me, aunt amy, aunt jane, aunt agnes, aunt vini, cousin tracy, uncle john, uncle derek and of cos my grandma. they still have the mood to joke. and i paling zha dou wan was from aunt jane... "aiyo, this house oni got 2 girls. why all the baju like got 6 daughters in this house wan!"

total damage :
50 cents coin = 1600
roof top fix = unknown
money in bag = 100

total gain :
family reunion
grandma's lesson to be learnt :- MUST ON LIGHTS!

one part, i really thank God that we're not at home at that moment. cos when i was cleaning my pc room, when i lift my shorts, i saw my grandma's chopping knife laying there. all my aunties was saying it's for breaking the piggy bank. yea... true. but when IF someone is really at home? would the chopping knife come in handy? have to chop bbq pork and thank God d. "tong chu wan san"

expected price : RM 3k ++

my one month salary oso not enough... kill me la!