Saturday, 20 December 2014

21 December 1989

Nicolae Ceaucescu.

The famous dictator of Romania.21 December 1989, in order to save his reign, he gave a Speech.

The mass meeting of 21 December, held in what is now Revolution Square, began like many of Ceaușescu’s speeches over the years. Ceaușescu spoke of the achievements of the “Socialist revolution” and Romanian “multi-laterally developed Socialist society.” He also blamed the Timișoara riots on “fascist agitators who want to destroy socialism.”

However, Ceaușescu had seriously—and as events developed, fatally—misjudged the crowd’s mood. Roughly eight minutes into his speech, several people began jeering, booing and whistling at him—a reaction that would have been unthinkable for most of the previous quarter of a century of his rule. As the speech wore on, more and more people did the same. Others began chanting “Ti-mi-șoa-ra! Ti-mi-șoa-ra!” He tried to silence them by raising his right hand and calling for the crowd’s attention before order was temporarily restored, then proceeded to announce social benefit reforms that included raising of the national minimum wage by 100 lei per month.

What happened then the angry crowd pushes forward to the army demanding to break inside Politbereau building.

Ceaușescu’s facial expression (perhaps reflecting realisation of his dawnfall) as the crowd began to push forward the buildng remains one of the defining moments of the collapse of Communism in Eastern Europe.
He and his wife, Elena Ceaucescu (which was more hated by her countrymen than Ceaucescu himself) was shot dead on 3.30pm, 25 Dec, Christmas day, 1989.

You can push forward to minutes 37.00 of the historic moment of 21 December 1989 on Ceaucescu’s speech.

Source : Youtube and Wikipedia. Some content above directly taken from Wikipedia.

Below is video about his wife, Elena Ceaucescu

Tuesday, 9 December 2014


This fella got paralysed during the recent war in Syria on behalf of Iran. 

Read his words.

Anyway, it's a complicated world out there. 

No need for your naive comments. 

Just read.

I still believe the ones who profits from this are the manufacturers, exporters and traffickers of military arms

"We are supposed to go and fight Israel. Unfortunately, one of the purposes of that war [in Syria] is to distract us from our first enemy. They have engaged us with each other in a fake crisis so Israel would be safe." - Sayyed Hassan Entezari

Sunday, 7 December 2014


I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away
- Percy Bryce Shelly

(Note : I had no frickin idea how to make photo above bigger for u to enjoy. just click the goddam links of Zen Pencils, ok)

29 October 2014 Kerajaan

Asal semua benda
Kau nak tanya kerajaan
Apa nama yang mak ayah kau perlu letak kepada kau
Apa jenis makanan yang kau makan
Dari cabang sungai mana air kau minum

Asal semua benda
Kau tunggu kebenaran kerajaan
Apa bahasa kau bercakap
Apa agama kau anut
Dan sekolah apa yang patut kau masuk

Asal semua benda
Apa yang kerajaan cakap, kau kena ikut
Bila kerajaan beri, ucap syukur
Bila kerajaan larang, kau kata patut
Bila kerajaan hukum, kau redha dan terima

Di sekolah, kerajaan ajar ini dan itu
Apa yang kerajaan tak ajar itu adalah haram
Apa yang kertas soalan ujian kerajaan soal, kau kena jawab
(Ikut kata mereka, bukan suruh kau berfikir)

Kau marah bila kerajaan naikkan harga barang, harga itu dan ini,
Yuran itu dan ini, pinjaman itu dan ini
Kau menyumpah seranah bila kerajaan rampas harta kau
Atau menyusahkan kau bila kau kena bangun pagi dan hadapi saman dari mahkamah
Lepas tu, bila perniagaan kau merudum, kau salahkan kerajaan sebab tak urus ekonomi dengan betul

Lepas tu, kau tak cukup duit,
Kau menagih simpati pada kerajaan,
Kata kau perlu itu dan ini,
Lalu kau kembali bersyukur dalam kerajaan

Dari mula hidup sampai kau ke liang kubur,
Semua akan kerajaan tentukan,
Kerajaan akan beri jika kau dengar kata,
Kerajaan akan hukum jika kau sanggah kata

Jadi, apa yang kau bebas?
Kalau semua benda kau kena dengar kata
Dan semua benda kau kena bergantung harap?

The Malay poem above is by ComradeNami @ Nami Cobbler, a writer in Malaysia, taken from his Tumblr

I read that entry quite sometime ago, then just at this moment I had this bloody idea. With regards to what’s happening in Malaysia.

Malaysia is in decline, let’s not deny it.

There’s a soccer/football game between Malaysia and Vietnam (AFF Suzuki Cup) just now. Most indian-muslim eating outeries (Kedai Mamak) is full of Malaysian looking with eyes full hope, after recent winning over Singapore.

What happen then is sickening to my eyes.

Malaysian started to lose belief with Malaysian team after the leading goal. Then Malaysians were awarded penalty, we scored, but what happen was, most guys at the eating outeries were starting to give focus more towards their handphones rather than the game.

You start to lose your faith. Your belief.

That’s why I hate rhetoric preaching about Malaysia Boleh or whatever noises they came out with. You just do and achieve it. If you don’t then no amount of quantum mega noises could change that faltering losing of belief.

I believe in seeing results. That’s why Machivelli is honest because it is brutally honest and objective, only the results matter, no sort of cock-talking could ever change the perspective because we, as humans, we believe in results.

The problem why Malaysians nowadays are not really into politics is simply because we couldn’t see much results and improvements.

If Goverment is a god, then it is a false god simply because it needs bereaucracies to answer prayers.
And so, Malaysian government should not act like god or religion. It should not ask people to be thankful for its acts and deeds.

Just function and produce results. Let our eyes determines rather than our ears.

Recently I bought for RM15. a book “The Malay Sultanate of Malacca” by Muhammad Yusoff Hashim (I buy used books at 3rd floor Kajang Metropoint nowadays).
Is Malaysia in decline, yes it is.

I think Malaysia nowadays is having the same bloody pattern with Malacca during its peak. Political shit here and there.

No wonder Malaysians starts to lose our faith. Our belief. And what happens next is, we get pretty cynical with it, we make jokes about it, we started not to give a shit to Malaysian patriotism and focus more in our handphones. What a pity.

"History repeats itself, first as a tragedy, second as a farce" - Karl Marx

The magnitude of bitter loss
Broken in two
Subtle vain attempts

Falling your demise
Hated worth content with loss
Utopia denied
Falling your demise

You'll never clutch a shred of peace
Inside your clouded mind
Forgotten left behind
Far blocked and blind

Inner self is mere shadows
Forgotten is yourself
You'll never clutch a shred of peace
Inside your clouded mind

be affected by this

Panteen Malaysia and Komuter Malaysia should get this installed.

Saturday, 6 December 2014

stop analyzing

I never claimed to be your savior
I said I had a dirty mouth
Stop analyzing my behavior
If you're too dumb to work it out

I've got to keep myself together
You know I hate to disappoint
A masochistic lamb to slaughter
Maybe you miss the point?

I'm feeling small
I'm climbing the walls
I don't let it show

Now that you know what you know
I bet you wish you could let it go
You'll never come sucking your thumb
Better off dumb

Maybe I could write a letter
To help me with my self-esteem
You should get to know me better
No one's ever what they seem

I'm feeling small
Climbing the walls
I don't let it show

Now that you know what you know
I bet you wish you could let it go
You'll never come sucking your thumb
Better off dumb

You still don't know what you think of me
You still don't know what you mean to me 

Sunday, 30 November 2014

Is there nothing more anybody can do?

She calls out to the man on the street
'Sir, can you help me?
It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep,
Is there somewhere you can tell me?'

He walks on, doesn't look back
He pretends he can't hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there

Oh think twice, it's another day for you and me in paradise
Oh think twice, 'cause it's just another day for you,
You and me in paradise, think about it

She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she's been crying
She's got blisters on the soles of her feet
She can't walk but she's trying

Oh think twice, 'cause it's another day for you and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it's just another day for you,
You and me in paradise, think about it

Oh Lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh Lord, there must be something you can say

You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she's been there
Probably been moved on from every place
Cause she didn't fit in there

Oh think twice, 'cause another day for you and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it's just another day for you,
You and me in paradise, just think about it, think about it

It's just another day for you and me in paradise 
Notes : Most Malaysians who lives in KL/Lembah Klang know this feeling. Most of them are renting as many couldn’t really afford a house.

Profits in the name of God

I’m a Muslim residing in Malaysia, and I listen to Metal stuff, I don’t feel sinned about it, I felt these songs enlighten my world perspective.

Now read this article with a critical mind.

Wonder why Muslim countries all over the world involved in un-ending wars? Is it really religion? Why so much hate when their religion preach “peace”?

I once said, all this labelling, Wahabi, Syiah, Sunni, communist, liberals, are just simply rhetoric labels.

To me, it’s similar to labels in a sardine tin can. No matter what labels, it’s red-blood inside.

To understand why, you need to read the above article, and reflect on history.

I take one example, Gulf Wars between Iran and Iraq during the 80’s.

It’s the Western Allies that sold the chemicals to Saddam Hussein to wipe out the Kurdish, which happens to live bordering with Iran.

US supplied weapons to the Iraqi’s thru arm-dealer Sarkis Soghanalian.

But secretly, US also provides weapons to Iran by ‘black money’, in a scandal called Contra Affair.

The bloody reason why the Muslim countries fought in endless wars, is actually not really so much about Israel, religion, sectarian issuesm racism. Not really.

What happens is actually US & Russia profits from selling military arms to Muslim countries.

The profiteering of military trades.

Tell me what’s the best well known export of Russia? 

You cannot name me name of cars or economic materials, but you can name AK-47 gun, SCUD missile, the Migs and Sukhois.

All you need to do is to sell fear. Let them be afraid of each other.

Let them be insecure with Israel. Bomb small childrens in the name of collateral damage.

And fuel the rhetorics, the labelling in religion. Give funds to people who thinks killing innocent people is jihad.

Fuel the rhetorics, fuel the fire, and keep the military trade running and greased for profiteering.

If you’re Malaysian, you’ll understand why I’m so sick about the recent General Assembly of UMNO widely televised.

It’s because it’s all rhetorics. And what rhetoric usually does, is nothing but fear.

And Fear keep the economy growing. Keep you consuming more.

Usually, the easiest way to provoke fear is by using God’s name. If you’re not afraid of that, a bullet will.

Profiteering in the name of God.

Notes :

If you understand this, then know that if any one or any party threatens you, actually they are trying to sell you fear. For profits.

That’s why you see in most countries, the dominant political party will televised their General Assembly. Whether North Korea or Malaysia.

The conflict has been compared to World War I in terms of the tactics used........and extensive use of chemical weapons such as mustard gas by the Iraqi government against Iranian troops, civilians, and Iraqi Kurds. At the time of the conflict, the U.N. Security Council issued statements that "chemical weapons had been used in the war." U.N. statements never clarified that only Iraq was using chemical weapons, and according to retrospective authors "the international community remained silent as Iraq used weapons of mass destruction against Iranian[s] as well as Iraqi Kurds.

Friday, 28 November 2014


Cannibal Corpse - Torture (Full Album)

Malaysia’s politics is full of racist and idiocy.

The economy here ain’t so good either. Most people can’t afford to buy house.

I’m tortured mentally.

Couldn’t afford to escape for better living, so I guess better cope with this torture and become submissive.

So enjoy these photos frrom Chibi Devi, it'll lower your blood pressure


Friday, 21 November 2014


You should learn to respect yourself.

It's easy to say and write this but it's quite hard to practice.

Few months back, one of the Foreign Engineering Manager on my project site, told me that, the Bangladeshis are better than Malaysians in construction.

Told me about how their company build a 2000 bed hospital with the help of Bangladesh people with ease.

Few weeks back there was a crisis at my site, but after checking I found that the problems was not from our side, so I told them they were wrong.

Instead, they told me it was me who was wrong, and their salary is bigger than mine.

I told them I will f88k off from the site.

The site had barred me from entering the site ever since, but I'm still working with my company, involved in-directly with the project.

I come to work, not to be looked down.

Did I resign? Nope.

Did my company kick me out? Nope.

I just told everyone, I did nothing wrong, and if they thought so, then feel free to let me f88k off.

It was during the same period, I told anyone, and I mean anyone, who step out from the line of respect, to go f88k off from my life.

Reflecting on this tonight, I found that even though I lose quite a number of people, I had finally found myself.

Seriously, respect yourself. Be fully determined to respect yourself.

Title: A Man of Determination
Singer: George Lam

傲氣傲笑萬重浪 /
ngou6 hei3 ngou6 siu3 maan6 cung5 long6
defiantly laughing at ten thousand waves (= trials and tribulations)

  jit6 hyut3 jit6 sing1 hung4 jat6 gwong1
with righteous ardour burning hotter than the sun

膽似鐵打 / 骨似精鋼
daam2 ci5 tit3 da1 / gwat1 ci5 zing1 gong1
gall (=courage) forged of iron / bones (=character) of steel

胸襟百千丈  眼光萬里長
hung1 kam1 baak3 cin1 zoeng6    ngaan5 gwong1 maan6 leoi5 coeng4
broad-minded and far-sighted

誓奮發自強 做好漢
sai6 fan5 faat3 zi6 koeng4 zou6 hou2 hon3
I vow to exert myself to strive to be a hero 

做個好漢子 每天要自強
zou6 go3 hou2 hon3 zi2 mui5 tin1 jiu1 zi6 koeng4
to be a great hero, one must exert oneself everyday

熱血男子 熱勝紅日光
jit6 hyut3 naam4 zi2 jit6 sing1 hung4 jat6 gwong1
the zeal of a man burns hotter than the sun

*讓海天為我聚能量 / 去開天闢地
     joeng6 hoi2 tin1 wai4 ngo5 zeoi6 nang4 loeng4 heoi3 hoi1 tin1 pik1 dei6
    I gather the power of the skies and the seas / to separate heaven and earth

wai4 ngo5 lei5 soeng2 heoi3 cong2
that I might charge towards my ideals

hon3 bik1 bo1 gou1 zong3
look at the blue waves high and mighty,

jau6 hon3 bik1 hung1 gwong2 fut3 hou6 hei3 joeng4
and also at the blue skies broad and wide raising my spirit

gei3 si6 naam4 ji4 dong1 zi6 koeng4
as a man of determination

昂步挺胸大家作棟樑 做好漢
ngong4 bou6 ting5 hung1 daai6 ga1 zok3 dung3 loeng4 zou6 hou2 hon3
striding boldly with one's chest out, everyone should be a great man
(like beams holding up the nation)

用我百點熱 耀出千分光
jung6 ngo5 baak3 dim2 jit6 jiu6 ceot1 cin1 fan1 gwong1
use me to ignite a hundred spirits, shining with a thousand rays

做個好漢子 / 熱血熱腸熱 / 熱勝紅日光
zou6 go3 hou2 hon3 zi2 jit6 hyut3 jit6 coeng4 jit6 jit6 sing1 hung4 jat6 gwong1
to be a great hero / one's zeal must burn with ardour / brighter than the red sun

Friday, 14 November 2014

Whispers Of The Dead

This is a special post which I felt personally with regards to recent events in my life.

One of it involves a certain someone whom I met online, who likes to criticise the current events in Malaysia on Facebook. Religion, extremism, feminism, you name it.

At first it was about sharing of opinions, mostly of hers, then she started to talk about religion, which opinion I disagreed. When I shared mine, this fella ain't listening and thought it's annoyance, and she just cuts me off, disconnected.

Then I realised. Whatever I said, whatever voice spoken or words left behind, it'll be the same whether I'm dead or alive. Just whispers of the dead.

Recent events in my career also points to this. I realised I have to step up and stick to my limits and principles. Only to find out in the end, the fruits of labor tasted bitter.

I realised then what my friend once told me in Malay.

"Buat Baik Berpada pada, Buat Jahat jangan sekali" which translates to "do good with limitations, do not do evil".

With limitations.

The problem with doing kindness, is that, 

once, it felt bliss.
twice, you felt responsible of it,
 more than that, it'll felt as an un-necessary obligation.

That's why I guess, in religion, it'll always teach, do good because of God alone. Other than this will result in frustration.

Know this. Stalin once said "Gratitude is a sickness suffered by dogs".

The summary of all this just made me more resolute towards achieving silence.

One of its immediate effect is I learned that, not answering is sometimes the best answer.

Because in the end, whatever voice spoken or words left behind, it'll be the same whether I'm dead or alive. Just whispers of the dead.


Just play the video clip, read the intro, then follow through the drawings.

I'm too lazy to make a video actually.


Youssou N'Dour - 7 Seconds ft. Neneh Cherry


The Disasters of War (Spanish: Los Desastres de la Guerra) are a series of 82[a 1] prints created between 1810 and 1820 by the Spanish painter and printmaker Francisco Goya (1746–1828).

Although Goya did not make known his intention when creating the plates, art historians view them as a visual protest against the violence of the 1808 Dos de Mayo Uprising, the subsequent Peninsular War of 1808–14 and the setbacks to the liberal cause following the restoration of the Bourbon monarchy in 1814.

During the conflicts between Napoleon's French Empire and Spain, Goya retained his position as first court painter to the Spanish crown and continued to produce portraits of the Spanish and French rulers.[2] Although deeply affected by the war, he kept private his thoughts on the art he produced in response to the conflict and its aftermath.[3]

He was in poor health and almost deaf when, at 62, he began work on the prints.

They were not published until 1863, 35 years after his death.

 Plate 1: Sad forebodings

 Plate 2: Rightly or Wrongly

 Plate 3: The Same

 Plate 4: The women give courage

Plate 5: And they are like wild beasts 

 Plate 6: It serves you right

Plate 7: What courage!

Plate 8: This always happens

Plate 9: They don’t like it

 Plate 10: Nor do [these] either

 Plate 11: Nor these

Plate 12 – This is what you were born for

 Plate 13 – Bitter to be present

Plate 14 – It’s a hard step

 Plate 15 – There’s no help for it

Plate 16 – They make use of them

Plate 17 – They do not agree 

 Plate 18 – Bury them and keep quiet 

Plate 19 – There isn’t time now

 Plate 20 – Get them well, and on to the next

Plate 21 – It will be the same 

 Plate 22 – Even worse

 Plate 23 – The same elsewhere

 Plate 24 – They can still be of use

 Plate 25 – These too

 Plate 26 – One can’t look

 Plate 27 – Charity

 Plate 28 – Rabble

 Plate 29 – He deserved it

Plate 30 – Ravages of war 

 Plate 31 – That’s tough

 Plate 32 – Why?

Plate 33 – What more can be done 

 Plate 34 – On account of a knife

 Plate 35 – One can’t tell

 Plate 36 – Not [in this case] either

 Plate 37 – This is worse

 Plate 38 – Barbarians!

 Plate 39 – heroic feat! With dead men!

 Plate 40 – He gets something out of it

Plate 41 – They escape through the flames 

 Plate 42 – Everything is topsy-turvy

Plate 43 – This too

Plate 44 – I saw it 

 Plate 45 – And this too

 Plate 46 – This is bad

 Plate 47 – This is how it happened

 Plate 48 – Cruel tale of woe

 Plate 49 – A woman’s charity

 Plate 50 – Unhappy mother!

 Plate 51 – Thanks to the millet

 Plate 52 – They do not arrive in time

Plate 53 – There was nothing to be done and he died

Plate 54 – Appeals are in vain

Plate 55 – The worst is to beg

 Plate 56 – To the cemetery

 Plate 57 – The healthy and the sick

 Plate 58 – It’s no use crying out

 Plate 59 – What is the use of a cup?

Plate 60 – There is no one to help them

 Plate 61 – Perhaps they are of another breed

Plate 62 – The beds of death 

Plate 63 – Harvest of the dead men 

 Plate 64 – Cartloads to the cemetery

 Plate 65 – What is this hubbub?

 Plate 66 – Strange Devotion

 Plate 67 – This is not less so

 Plate 68 – What madness!

 Plate 69 – Nothing. The event will tell.

 Plate 70 – They do not know the way

Plate 71 – Against the common good

 Plate 72 – The consequences

 Plate 73 – Feline pantomime

 Plate 74 – This is the worst of it!

Plate 75 – Charlatans’ show

 Plate 76 – The carnivorous vulture

 Plate 77 – May the cord break

Plate 78 – He defends himself well

 Plate 79 – Truth has died

 Plate 80 – Will she live again?

 Plate 81 – Proud monster

 Plate 82 – This is the Truth