Archive for May, 2009

If I can

There is something that I really really want to write about but I can't because of certain traditional beliefs.

So I can't.

*KNNCCB*

Life here.

June is creeping up on us, finally, and here we are, hitting mid-year in 2009. Here goes the cliche: how fast time flies. Eric and I are almost 8 months old, hah.

It's sometimes hard to remember that prior to signing the marriage papers, Eric and I had been dating for almost four years. It was three years after his asking me to embark on possibilities that he popped the question, and the one year of squabbling and scratching our ways to the altar, swept past us in a minute.

It's even harder to recall the me before meeting Eric, the times when I was energetic enough to hit the clubs, and hang out at mamak stalls after 3 am in the morning. So much harder for me to remember the years at varsity, juggling a serious relationship with a boy whom I no longer keep in touch with, and attending courses with coursemates, who were previously so close to me, but I am no longer close with. Back then it seemed impossible that we would go our separate ways, but well, life, here, it quickly proves to you that impossible is merely something that hasn't happened yet.

Many, many, many, many years ago I believed that it was impossible for me to ever have boobs.

Many, many, many, many years ago I believed that it was impossible for girls to like boys.

I once, told my husband, that I believed I was different from other girls, and very earnestly told him that he would be in for a big disappointment, 'Because I don't think I have a normal hole to do that thing you call sex.'

We still laugh over it these days.

Funny how life catches up on you and proves the impossible can happen.

(I won't be surprised if one day I looked up into the sky and saw a pig flying across the horizon.)

Reality. It hits you hard.

Definitions (and choices)

A week ago I received an epiphany that shook the stability of the reality I've become accustomized to. Being utterly human and surviving in a superstitious community, we're all used to experiencing prayer in our distinct religious societies. No matter who you profess God to be, ultimately, we pray the same prayer. In life, fear of the unknown locks us into seemingly bottomless pits and in desperation, we ask God to save us and get us out. When finances run dry, fear of the unknown cramps us into a corner and we ask of God to provide. When danger lurks, fear of death pressurizes our psyches and we pray, we pray to God to provide for us an anchor and for God to save our life.

My epiphany struck me as I was driving down the LDP to meet a business prospect. Just as the LDP is built and we are purely driving on it to arrive at a planned destination, so is the road to journey of our lives already charted. There are many routes to arrive at the end destination, but all the roads have been provided for. Even in the wilderness where the terrain is rough, the route exists.

We have read it wrong. Prayer isn't about trusting that God will provide. Living isn't about hitting concrete walls and finally turning religious at the eleventh hour, finally believing in a God of some kind because 'He' provides. It isn't about lighting joss sticks and begging God to give us something that we want. When we say God was here before us, that God created Creation, then it is important that we accept what this implies. He has charted all of the courses, provided all of the necessary. At all our seconds of making important choices, God has already provided what we need. So trusting in God isn't about trusting in an unknown, I have no idea what to accept and what to do. Trusting in a Universe that responds to our desires means also that we trust in our desires and that we trust that we must therefore desire also what the Universe desires (after all we are of the same Creation).

So if God has already provided, then all we have to do is to respond, make a choice, take an action, move ahead. Every step of the way, God has already provided. Responding, choosing, acting and moving. That's the tough part about life. That's why we struggle the most of our lives to our deaths, because we keep denying the reality we have already been given, we keep refusing the gifts we have already received, and we keep wanting more, better, bigger things. Beyond all of this, we will never have enough, and so even when the treasures of the Universe are already before our eyes, we are blinded by our own fear.

Undoing the mess

A little while back I watched this hilarious show called Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay and placed it on my personal awesomest list of favourite shows in the world to watch. In the show, President George Bush, Jr is presented as a weed-smoking clueless junkie who didn't give a thought about the things he did and who didn't have a clue about what exactly was happening in the infamous prison for terrorist suspects.

Of course, in the light of 9/11, I'm sure many people would have catched Michael Moore's Faherenheit 911, and some of you might have catched this freaky documentary on the US Fundamentalist movement called Jesus Camp. Either way, the documentaries and movies of today go beyond entertainment (even slapstick comedies like Harold and Kumar propose to be smart in its undertones and waste no time in taking sharp jabs at the country's premier).

I don't know how many of you were able to catch Obama present his case on why he has to make 'drastic' measures to undo the National Security mess that the previous US presidential administration has left behind. If you haven't here's a site that also has a video of the speech delivery. I've read many of the President's speech since the presidential elections, but this is the first time I've experience watching Obama articulate his plans and making a plea to a nation already terrified by many incidents that has changed their nation forever.

I don't claim to understand how people who've lost their family and friends to terrorist attack feel. I can imagine that 'justice' is a word that is required by many people. To most people who have been attacked (whether physically, or, in my latest American Idol online fiasco where my loud mouth attacked the psyche of a die-hard Lambert fan), the need to overcome very often comes with the message that goes, "I am right, I have been victimized…' and followed by the definitive 'you are to be blamed, you're wrong, you hurt me. Say sorry.'

So I've always wondered what somebody who is suffering loss of a dear one to terrorist attacks want as a satisfied version of their 'justice'. Would a 'I'm sorry' suffice? Would that person's death by hanging suffice? Would that terrorist's life long sentence in a maximum security prison suffice? Would sending that terrorist to Guantanamo Bay (where, according to Harold and Kumar, they make you eat Cock Sandwich) suffice? Would enough torture programs suffice?

When would it end?

The other side of the coin was what brought about this whole dramatic period of time where we have gone beyond Cold Wars and Communist threats to live in a fear-based climate of terrorist attacks. The Al Qaeda threats all came with the message of 'we want justice'. Holy War happens on the basis of seeking justice.

But an eye for an eye merely causes both parties to lose sight of the real situation. Peace can only happen when one side is willing to put down their anger to do the possibly impossible: forgive, and let go. Move on. Start over. As Obama said so rightly, as long as we keep Guantanam Bay open, the page will never turn, and we will never move on.

I wonder if the people in our awesome Government who swear by the need for the Internal Security Act to 'serve' and 'protect' this nation are aware of the important debates on the US National Security that are ongoing now. Fundamentally, we have been brought up in a human civilization that swears by a survival of the fittest. Survival of the fittest has always been defined by win-lose scenarios, where the loser will give up and die. Go to jail. Never be seen again.

Anger causes us to keep our minds in something that has happened in the past, and anger has kept us living in the same way, in a cyclic version of life for several millenia. That's why war occurs over and over again. Because people are unwilling to move on and start over. They take their scars from generations past and decide on actions to retaliate in order to 'seek justice' and the result is the current season of depravation, fear-based, to-each-his-own, I-shall-be-the-final-victor mentality that drives and motivate every life on earth. Every government on earth.

So its easy to understand why the Barisan government can't stop singing the same tune of 'you should be grateful for what we have done and stop blaming us'. Change is a scary thing because it threatens to reveal mistakes for what they are, mistakes. But if change is definite and we refuse to accept, than stupid, illogical things will keep on happening. The Perak Fiasco will never end because Barisan simply refuses to accept defeat. So the courts lose their credibility. The police lose their credibility. Previously respectable people lose their credibility. If Zambry persists and insists that his team is the rightful government of Perak, they will continue to alienate voters, even sympathizers.

The fact is, Nizar didn't even have enough time to prove the effectiveness of the Pakatan Rakyat government when his administration was hijacked by several dramatic turns of events. In desperate attempts to keep the throne, the Barisan Nasional Government has become hideously creative in their methodologies, and you can sense the anger seething across the nation (even among people who were previously strong supporters of BN). Had they dissolved the assembly in the first place, even had they lost the entire state once again to PR, they would have given themselves an opportunity to redeem themselves as a transparent and credible party.

Either way, any good king would know that if he were the rightful owner of the throne, eventually he will regain a lost throne.

Malaysia has lost its direction. 1Malaysia. Hah. I think Obama would have a hard time undoing the mess we have in this country. But I hope he resolves the mess the Bush administration left behind in the states. At least the US has a chance to undo their mistakes by making positive changes. Alas our government insists on defending their mistakes by commiting even more disastrous ones.

Kesesatan Fenomena American Idol.

You know what? Forget that I wrote that stupid and idiotic, character bashing post previously. Its not that I regret writing it. I regret the actions that caused me to write it in the first place.

And no, its not that action of hating Adam Lambert.

Its the action of watching American Idol in the first place.

*If I didn't watch American Idol, I wouldn't have learnt about this stranger called Adam Lambert, then I wouldn't have formed an opinion of him, I wouldn't have been so pissed off that he's possibly going to win the show, and I wouldn't have written the post and if I didn't start writing the post, I wouldn't have had this 'the more I write the angrier I get and the more foul words I wanna spew about Adam stupid Lambert' in that post.

In the same way I wouldn't have written status messages about how much I hoped Adam Lambert would lose, and if I didn't write that, I wouldn't have pissed of the biggest Adam Lambert fan in the whole world, and we wouldn't have engaged ourselves in what I now call the most stupid stupid stupid argument over why Adam Lambert suck/doesn't suck. Then I wouldn't have asked her to 'Frak Off', she wouldn't have been so pissed at me, and then she wouldn't have called me childish.

(Actually since I'm just 10 years younger than you, childish is kinda spot on, from my point of view.)

But never mind that. I have just, boo hoo, lost another one of my most loyal long time readers from my list of diminishing followers (now I have officially 10 readers who love me, ouch. No longer famous. Ouch.

So TV makes you stupid. Entertainment forces you to take sides, and you have peopl fighting for all the stupid reasons amidst a world plagued by dirty elections, political scandals, religious wars and global warming. RIDIKULUSNESS.

Kill me already, but this is the last time this year I'm going to blog about that stupid show called American Idol.

For what it's worth, and in the name of peace, I take my words back, I hope that Adam Lambert wins. Maybe someone I hurt deeply will be happy and read me again. *ahem*