Maya’s Journey Back Home

“She is so beautiful,” I said.

“Take her then,” my uncle commented.

She was quite a beauty, she had these soulful brownish eyes that just lit up the entire room around her. She looked at me with such adoration, like she had loved me all her life. I fell in love with her almost immediately.

Little did I know that she would become a huge part of my life.

Preparing to leave my uncle’s place, I got into my car and started the engine. Was quite shocked when I heard the sound of my booth opening and in tow was my uncle with Maya in his hands.

As usual, my car was filled to the brim. It didn’t look like anything could fit in my car but uncle somehow found a way and there she was- this gorgeous eyed Husky seated beautifully in my car.

It was such a spur of the moment sort of decision, one thing led another and here I was with yet another dog in my car, looking at me adoringly.

Yes, Cuddles, my then 2-year old, mixed terrier was in the front seat, beautifully seated like a Queen, ready to go. She was rather troubled at the sight of another dog in the car- she wasn’t really known for her fondness of sharing her owner. I had been all hers for the last two years, she was practically attached to my hip.

Maya….. was a timid creature, she would jump at the slightest movement. Uncle had warned me that she might display such behavior. He had rescued her from a pet shop in Johor Bahru, barely a few weeks before. The pet shop had ill-treated her, as she was spayed and could not give birth-hence a no-no for breeding and not exactly a gold mine for the shop anymore.

Yet my first personal encounter with her was a tad scary. I was sitting down at the ledge of my front door so that she and I would be at eye level. As I looked closer into her eyes, suddenly she howled loudly for quite a while. I was quite startled and so was she, as she moved backwards like I was going to hit her.

This girl could really talk or should I say grumble.

It would be the the start of many other conversations I would have with Maya for next 9 years. She came along for the many car rides I would take from KL to Teluk Intan  to visit mum,  like her new-found sister Cuddles- [that ignores her almost all the time] she was a pro at traveling.  Not to mention the many moves, I would make over the course of the next four to five years from Sunway to Old Klang Road, Old Klang Road to Subang and then to Seri Kembangan.

Maya was a hyper active, noisy character and after living with me for a while, her past mannerism remained but only a past memory. You could never trace back that timid dog you would have seen years back.

Here was this gorgeous eyed Husky, standing tall, running around actively, always ready for a hug. Whether you wanted it or not, she would nudge you from behind until you paid her the attention she deserved.  If not for her battle with Mites, a horrible skin disease called Demodectic mange that came and went every 6 months or so, – she was a picture of health.

Unfortunately, her Demodectic mange became worse and she needed more constant attention after staying with me for a few years. I was working with the hotel then and often came back at 11.30pm almost every night. Even when I switched back to education, the hours had not changed very much and I often returned late- barely having any time for my doggies, as I rushed through peak hour traffic from Kuala Lumpur city. The daily treatments of oil and yellow powder at late hours of the night and trips to the vet for her Demodex jabs was not cutting it. She needed more frequent treatments and more attention.It took me almost a year to admit that I needed help .

With a heavy heart and gentle persuasion from my then-boyfriend, I said goodbye to Maya.  One weekend, I headed back to Teluk Intan, but this time around Maya didn’t return home with me to KL.  It was one of the hardest decisions I ever made- but deep down,  I knew my mum would be the best care-giver for this beautiful soul.

 

Over the last 2 years, I saw Maya grow more beautiful, as mum groomed her and was in turn- showered with Maya’s infectious dose of love. People often say that my mum’s dogs are treated better than humans.- so it was no surprise that she continued to bloom.

Maya was the queen back home, she had mangoes and apples in the mornings besides her daily bread intake for breakfast. Not to mention, amazing company with then-Scooter, Brandy, Tiny [all who have gone to doggie Heaven] and Simba. Even my dad,  didn’t scare her one bit-  a man feared by all the other dogs. She on the other hand, would just do as she liked, howling and walking about like a boss. My dad in turn would have conversations with her, just like I did.

Last weekend, the husband and I took a trip back home. Sadly, Maya had taken a turn for the worst after a day or two.  In the five days we were there, she had barely eaten. She spent most of her time laying down at the back of the house, dug holes and sat in them, but mostly she would put her feet in water and stand in it. We could not figure out what was wrong with her, Maya would never miss out on food. But here I was, feeding her 100 plus  and chicken soup with a syringe.

I was hoping she had gotten better when I returned to KL  last Monday, but yesterday my mum said that things were still not looking too good. She was not eating and test results had shown that her kidneys were failing. I thought she would be recover, she was so young and it was Maya. She had such a fighting spirit, if anyone loved life it was her! But I was sadly mistaken.

At around 3.30pm today, while I was invigilating, I received a very sad text informing me that Maya had gone to the Lord. It was hard not to react, to not cry, but here I was in front of 35 students in an exam hall. In between quiet sobs, hidden tear drops and bathroom trips to conceal my emotions, I managed to make it through 2 hours of invigilation.

Sitting here today, fitting back tears that continue to well up, I know it was your time.

I’m blessed to have been loved by such an adoring and loving creature. Maya, the husky, who stole my heart, always nudging me with her nose for attention.

You are finally home my love, rest in the abode of your loving father.

 

 

 

 

Have you Revoked your Right as a Malaysian?

 

 

[Zorro]              :  Are you a registered Voter?

Cheryl                : Nah, I’m not really into all that. It’s not like it makes a difference anyway!

Bernard             : Well, then you don’t have a say in anything that happens in the country. So don’t complaint.

Cheryl               : Isn’t that my right as a citizen, to say something, especially if it is wrong?

 

                           ” My dear, voting is a privilege. It gives you a voice. It gives you the power to make a difference.

                              Whether you decide to use that privilege or give it up, is up to you. But don’t you dare say anything, if you don’t

                             contribute  because you have revoked your right by not voting.”- Bernard of Zorro Unmasked]

 

* my conversation with Bernard@Zorro, a very nice old man, I met during my days as an active blogger at National Press Club. Bernard has since passed on [ 2014], but he has always left a lasting impression on this once young lady.

My journey as a researcher led me to my journey as a blogger. I became more of a blogger than a researcher by the time I completed my masters in early 2009. I was a true-blood blogger, my spirit was full of fire- I wanted to make a difference, I had learn so much in my journey as a blogger. This was the time I met the likes of Haris Ibrahim, Malik Imitiaz, SK Thew, Walski, Marina Mahatir, Anura Bird, Bernard@Zorro that opened my eyes to the importance of of making a difference of having a voice.

Does it matter? Why? Let me tell you why.

Why you should RECLAIM your Rights?

• You can make a difference. USE your VOTE! Why let someone else decide for you? You have a voice- that is your vote.
• It’s a privilege. Vote on behalf that those who can’t. Many minorities and under-represented groups do not have a right to vote around the world. Did you know that women fought for the right to vote?
• Feel underrepresented? REPRESENT! Are you one of those passionate Facebook or Twitter warriors that has a lot to say about what the government should and shouldn’t do? Do you feel that they could do better? Do you feel your state does not get what it needs:?
• $$$$$/ RM Each vote equals money. YOU DECIDE THE CAUSE, it is your Money that fuels the state. Don’t you care where your money goes? Money that your MP [Member of Parliament] will fuel to causes he thinks is good, is needed and necessary. You think there is a need for more Youth Education? Local Content? Child Abuse?
• CANCEL out someones Vote. Your decision to vote might cancel out someone else’s vote. Your vote could be the decider, of whether that corrupt person continues to yield power in your state. Also it balances the votes out, so at least those in power will feel the pressure to WORK and not laze around. Majority votes make it too safe, makes the winner feel too much pride that they forget, they serve the nation.
• Be a True Malaysian. Have a VOICE! Yes ,exercise your participation as a citizen. Don’t call yourself a citizen, for without this vote, you have no voice. Want to have a voice? VOTE!
• Want stability? A prosperous economy? VOTE! Want someone who talks sense, knows what he is doing with the country’s billions? Want someone who not only has a background in Finance  but an expert in it, running the Finance ministry? Put him or her there! How many of your Ministers know anything about their Ministry?
• Want to be Educated? VOTE! Wonder why English keeps failing among our ministers, our graduates? Who makes those policies? Who do you want sitting in those seat deciding the fate of our future? Without knowledge, our country will perish.  Do you really want to leave our education system in the hands of those who know nothing? You enjoy policies changing every 5 years at the whim and fancy? English in Science, Malay in Science [Recall being part of this system?]
• Want a Job/ starting a business, based on how awesome you are? You decide policies on tenders [who gets them], diversity in jobs not based on race/religion, job opportunities etc
• Unhappy with companies polluting our rivers? Getting rid of our beautiful Penang hills?  Constant water cuts or electricity? You have a choice, don’t let them. It’s your backyard, your land, your rivers, your home. Put those who know what they are doing in place. VOTE!

At the end of the day, it is your choice whether to vote or not. But as a very wise old man told me once,

   “Voting is a PRIVILEGE. You have the power to make a difference, it just whether you want to make a difference or just rant”.

Life After Penang

I hear faint shouts in the distance…..

“Traitor! Traitor! We knew, the city would change you, it always does!”

That’s just it- The city didn’t change me. He did.

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With a booth packed to the brim, I left Penang with a heavy heart, one August morning, a week after graduation.

If it worked, it worked…if it didn’t I could always go back, right?

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How could I know …that it would completely change me?

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#rebelwithacause #lifeafterPenang #Him

Pati

Last Saturday, I lost my grandma who has been battling Alzheimer since her 70s. A fighter, this woman fought her last battle in her 82 year.

Growing up, Pati spoilt us silly, us grandkids with anything we desired be it a radio or walkman. Staying in the same town we received more gifts, trips to town, the playground and weekends/ school holidays spent being pampered.

We knew the day would come. Yet somehow I felt that she would always be there, she would always be around. It did not seem possible to have a life without her in it.

Yet that day has come. Armed with memories of her dancing to the Lambada, giving and receiving kisses, being subjected to her interrogation about boyfriends, about traditional remedies or just listening to her stories, I’m left here, feeling empty-feeling lost.

How do you deal with the loss even when they are old? Even when you know its their time. Knowing you will never ever lay your eyes on them again.

How do you?

Pati, on the 7th day I finally feel .

You are leaving us for good to be with him….

Yet it still hurts…. But I’m glad to finally let go. It’s hard holding back and trying to be strong..

The Time Is Now

On the way to work and back, on the way to groceries and back, on the way to practically anywhere, the sight is similar. The last few weeks, we all have been subjected to the eyesore that they call campaigning.

With flags, banners and picket cards line-up at your local barber shop, that favorite playground, the beautiful open landing, defaming ads in the newspapers,wherever you can imagine, they have it plastered reminding you that the time is now. It’s all dominated by the colors of blue, green and red, it is a wonder any of us can recognize any other color moving forward.

It does not end there either, even our personal lives are invaded. With manifestos arriving in our mail, SMS-es taking up space in our inbox to video-MMs-es defaming one party over another- the harassment by these parties are endless. To make matters worse, social media has exploded with the sharing of racist youtube videos, blog postings and images inciting nothing worth mentioning most of the time. As usual of course there is the coffee shop talk, where you see the uncles discussing politics over their morning coffee and newspapers (although the newspapers are hardly seen much these days). One thing that differs I guess is that you can easily see youngsters taking heed of the elections, you can see them taking an active role, an active part actually discussing of what is and what will be.

56 years and counting, nothing much has changed in terms of the sights and sounds as election looms near. There is the same ole talk. Same ole propaganda passing around, same ole promises. So what is so different about these upcoming elections that keeps me cringing?  Elections, politics- basically anything equating to those two words are often dirty, what makes this any different?

For a country that has been dominated by a single party made of up component parties (only for election purposes of course), time is changing and tensions are running high. What used to be a walk in the part for this party has truly become a race(no we are not talking about Indians, Malays or Chinese), a battle of the titans. It is no longer assumed or expected that they will win as they always have and then in it creates a whole lot of chain reactions.

Why in the first place can a single party or individual be allowed to rule for such a long period of time? Well, that requires an analysis of the political system that we are apart of that I will not be discussing. It is what it is.

This elections in fact is the dirtiest ever. They say 1Malaysia but is is merely a propaganda tool for they still use…race.. Races. Yes races are used as a pre-requisite to demand, to incite, to hurt and to insinuate nothing good. The words you keep hearing is I,My …..repeated over and over again. It is us against the world sort of situation. We don’t really see campaigning do we? We see defamation at every possible level. We see hate campaigns. Why do we allow it? Why do we allow people to campaign and trample another’s image and dignity as a basis for us to defend the worthiness of a party.

If a party is defined by how bad/unethical another party is, well I have to say your party is baseless and has no stand indeed. Also I believe there is no purpose of defaming another to look good- that is like every custody case in the country. If I have to choose to vote base on who is worse, that is truly sad.

Gosh look at the ads in the newspapers below;

It does not end there either. We hear words constantly repeating about how we the Indians and Chinese are Pendatangs and we should go back to our own countries. It’s weird they didn’t feel that way when we contribute our salaries, business etc to the economy nor do they have such sentiments during non-elections. Oh come on, its pretty obvious. You are using race to define the General Election as a way to win. What better way to fuel people’s emotions? Religion of course. Race of course. That’s how you get people to get ticked off, to get angry, to get pissed, to fear the unknown  and to vote in anger and fear.

They don’t care how it goes down. They only care that it does in their way. To fill their pockets with money and power. You think they care about you at all? Think again. Once they are in power, your wants and their promises become a distant memory. So before it become another term of them deciding what happens to you, why not you show them who is in power. Show them that the people matter. Show them that they are working for us like how we work for our companies. They are in power because we wanted them to not because they are god almighty.

So when you place your vote this Sunday.

Think. Think. Think

What do you want for yourself, for your children, for your country?

“Our masters have not heard the people’s voice for generations and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.”
― Alan Moore, V for Vendetta

Do you want to live in fear? Do you want to live knowing that those who are in power will blackmail you at anytime if you do not sing to their tune?

Let us remind them who is in power. Let us remind them that we are not indeed afraid of them. Any government that will rule regardless of party.

“People shouldn’t be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.”
― Alan Moore, V for Vendetta

We need them to realise that so we can truly be free. We need to send a strong message this elections .That the citizens rule. Time and time again we will need to remind them at each elections be it the opposition or the Barisan Nasional.  So break out of your prisons that hold you captive and make an educated choice.

The time is now. Vote wisely.

Brakes Pads, Life and Value None Which Matters to High Stage Marketing [Perodua TIntan)

-An Entry on HighStage Marketing Perodua Service Centre In Teluk Intan- Unethical Behavior

On the 4^th of July 2012, I drove back to Teluk Intan from my home in Kuala Lumpur, I felt something was not right with my brakes as it made some sounds (this was not the first time I have heard those sounds). The first time I heard them was basically right after Perodua Service Centre in Teluk Intan claimed to have changed my brake pads to new ones.  I did come back to the centre and there was no more noise at that point of time. But from time to time after that I kept hearing these noises, I even called the centre and mentioned this over the phone.  On the 5^th of July 2012, I used the car around town and there was a loud screeching sound every time I used my brakes- I got very worried, the next day I went to the service centre.

I was informed that my brake pads was completely used and needed to be changed. I had already changed my brake pads when my car hit the mileage of 31,000km in September last year and found it very strange that my brake pads could wear out so fast. I told them it was impossible for such a thing to occur unless they had not changed my brake pads during that service.  My mileage is currently only 44,000km.

Upon checking, it was certain that the pads were definitely not one that had been changed-they had basically just cleaned it and ensured it did not make noise despite charging me for new brake pads. I was rather annoyed but was just glad that I had found out and something could be done.

I was advised to change it and agreed but I told them I would not pay for it again. They said they would change the brake pads for me nevertheless. The service advisor [Mr.  Liew Sei Lek   ] came by the service area, looked at the pads and disappeared-he did not say a word to me which I found was very rude. When I returned to the counter, the lady [Ms.  Vindra ] informed me that they would changed new brake pads for me. I was quite delighted about the news.

For some reason I felt uncomfortable and went back to the service area. I saw a used brake pad near my car and asked the mechanic if that was the brake pad to be fixed for my car, he nodded and said he was told to fix that. I commented that it was not new, he agreed.

I took the part and when to the spare part area/store and asked one of the ladies who was there concerning this, she said that was definitely not new- it was a display piece [I found it funny that a display piece was used- I wonder if their display cars are also second-hand?]

She said she would find out went back into the office and apparently was unhappy because I was causing trouble. At that point, I was pretty pissed that I was treated in such a manner- just because I was an Indian women on my own. I might not be a genius when it comes to cars but I’m nobody’s fool.

The service advisor re-appeared and told me it was courtesy for them to even consider changing my brake pads because it was not their fault and brake pads had no warranty. He also told me that brake pads only last about 30,000 km in terms of mileage, and mine had about 17,000 left. He also said that it must be the way I pressed on my brakes- that was the only reason it was worn out. I reverted by telling him this was not my first car and I knew better. He said what he could do instead is put back this old pads and ensure there was no noise.  I insisted he changed it and walked back to my car.

Moments later he came back to me after seeing me make a few phone calls with a different story altogether. There was also a Malay guy- named Yasir from Perodua HQ who was there, he insisted that the service advisor was doing me a big favour. It wasn’t his fault, he could not monitor everything- even if one of his staff did not actually change the brake pads he would not know. They had no service of who did what to whose car and since it was so long ago, it would be impossible to track [I do know for a fact that there is a customer history and I knew that a Chinese guy-the mechanic named Mr.Ho serviced my car during the break pad change- he has since resigned]. He was not always there to monitor, he could not be on top of everything- he insisted over and over again it was not his fault and that’s why customer feedback like mine was essential. He said out of courtesy he would change new pads for me [something he promised much earlier of course before I found him giving me old parts instead]

Through an inside source, I have reason to believe this is not an isolated incident. This is not the first time they have cheated people of parts or their service. It’s not just about buying something or replacing something, we are talking about lives. Faulty or non-functioning brake pads can cause lost lives, it is no joking matter. God knows how many accidents on the roads can be contributed to service centres like this.

I have been visiting this centre since I bought my car in 2009, I wonder what else I have missed or was not aware of- I’m deeply disappointed and worse still I feel very afraid for those people who have no voice-people who have no idea they are being cheated constantly. Being a small town like Teluk Intan, I never expected this would occur-small town people belief but it did and I will never return to this centre. I urged you to share this matter with everyone you know to push for an investigation to be made on this centre. If you have any information or share similar experiences with this centre please leave a comment here and contact me.

A copy of this will be sent to a couple of organization namely

PERODUA HQ,

PERODUA SERVICE CENTRE TELUK INTAN

CONSUMER ASSOCIATION

for now…

Broken but not alone

Psalms 31:9 

O’ Lord have mercy on me in my anguish. My eyes are red from weeping;
my health is broken from sorrow.

Those of us who have lost someone dear to us, be it a parent, a sibling, a good friend or even a relative can understand this-all too well…

When you weep till you have no more tears.

When you try to speak but are left with no voice.

When your heart aches as though someone has punctured your soul and left a knife in it.

When you feel that nothing anyone says can make it better… can make it go away.

When you feel like no one- no one truly understand how you feel, how you ache?

How you would take that person’s place in a heart-beat- if only.

It’s hard to even imagine a day without that person, let alone eternity. Yet, the truth being that it has happened You have no control over it- you wish you did. But the fact is that nothing anyone says or does can bring that person back.

So I’ll  pray that you have the strength to carry on, for the will to live through everyday-the  knowledge that he is safe within the arms of the Lord

He will cover you with His pinions, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and buckler.
Psalm 91:4

I pray that you find peace within this chaos. I pray that he will take you under his wing and shield you from the pain that overwhelms your soul. I know Glen will be there to greet him, to take care of him as you have taken care of me…

He has said, I will never leave you, nor forsake you.
Hebrews 13:5

The End is the Beginning

You love someone, you open yourself up to suffering, that’s the truth. Maybe they’ll break your heart, maybe you’ll break their heart and never be able to look at yourself in the same way. Those are the risks. That is the burden.

Like wings, they have weight, we feel that weight on our backs but they are a burden that lifts us. A burden that allows us to fly.

 

 

 

Excerpt: S.4:26 Bones

You are Stronger Than You Think. But are you really?

Inspired by Diana Owen’s blog posting[http://diane-owens.com/2012/06/16/day-152-question-152/] on this question, I’d like to take a swing at it from my p.o.v.

This strength that we are supposed to conjure up to save us from life, from daily struggles, from turbulence?

Reflecting on her question[ What was the last experience that made you a stronger person? ] has brought me to question the exact same thing. What has made me stronger?

I think to be honest, I do not think one particular experience can indeed make you stronger, it is possible that a base experience could provide the path for many other experiences to take form  into becoming something that indeed serves to keep a person stronger-sane I’d like to call it. To say that one(uno) experience actually causes this would be mere fallacy but I do believe that it could begin there, could be the starting point. Then again, I guess we all look at the world from a different point of view, so..

Back to the question: What was the last experience that made you a stronger person?

I guess for me there is only one, one that I hold on to with dear life. One that serves as that point, where I go nothing ….can be worse than this[ i will survive] Nothing at all. It serves as a great reminder to all things that occur around me[ but also serves to put a stopp.  To those who know me well, there would know that this experience would be the one in which I lost someone very close to my heart when I was 16.

Losing someone close you heart is like losing apart of yourself. Apart you possibly never knew existed, let alone was growing in you all along. When you do lose that someone, all sorts of feelings and emotions start appearing. Things you have never felt, things that normally meant nothing or could not move you to react among others. The thing about this sort of experience is that it changes you, for good? for worse? I do not know, all I know is as a result you become stronger, you become like a brick wall like the great wall of china sorta strength [really? yes really].

Now most would consider that as something negative to build up walls in that manner, but it kind of protects you, shields you. In turn it also feels you with something an amplified version of feelings be it positive or negative. It could be extreme paranoia, fear, desire, wants, needs, happiness among others. It is something hard to really tell what indeed is going on in a person’s mind to actually get to where she or he is.

But the answer to this question is like a double-edge sword, cause as much as it protects you, it also makes you just as vulnerable. Your experience also defines you, builds you to become who you are, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse.

Strength can serve you well if used correctly, but wrongly can leave scars that forever remains. So you might be stronger than you think, but are you really strong? [yes, I can be very complicated, I barely comprehend myself sometimes :)]

The Anti Presana Narayanan Wave

Who likes racist? None of us do. Who likes people who are ethnocentric? I doubt any of us do.

I mean who would like a person who blatantly disregards another human being on their barring of race, religion, culture or anything else. But let’s be real honest here. Let’s be direct, let’s not put icing on the matter shall we?

Before you attempt to read this post, read it with an open mind. Keep emotions out of it. For this post is not a post one can read on an empty stomach, that’s for sure nor read when emotions are in high tide.

The Anti Presana Narayanan Wave

Who is this woman? Why is everyone placing such an importance towards this person? What sort of media coverage has this sole person attracted?

Has she done any good to society? Perhaps won an award? Perhaps she is a missing child?

Nope.nope.nope. She is now a famous character not only over Facebook or in the mainstream media in Malaysia and some say overseas but among the Tamils or would it be accurate to say the Indians- she has become the talk of the town.

Presana Narayana- an Indian female model, in her 30s who recently became a household name after making racist statement about Tamils on her Facebook wall through her idiotic status. According to valid sources, this is not a first time offence so to speak, she has previously made such strong racist statements on a Malayleee Youth Group on Yahoo via email to other members. I shall not disclose the content of that email nor the status message she posted up. Rather, I want to address somethings, least we forget.

Just a few facts I would agree on before heading down that road.

Yes, the woman is racist- no doubt about that.

Yes, she has to understand that she cannot be allowed to speak in such a tone about anyone be it about Tamils or anyone really.

Yes, she should be taught a lesson (which I think she has)

Yes, her excuses for such an outburst is not only lame, but ridiculous silly [which one of us have not been whistled at or disturbed by our fellow Indians in the community (regardless whether they are tamils, malaylees, telugus etc)

Below,  what the community has done about it;

1. Opened up a Facebook page called Anti Presana Narayanan which has 11,555 likes which was opened on the 21st of May 2012, barely a week ago.
2. Raised the issue up to mainstream press where Malay Mail covered the story.

The reactions of people?

The bulk of them hatred =with comments on wanting to rape the girl, hurt her family among other hateful things.

I mean get your head on straight, if you are indeed anti-racism,you would first not start a page on a person, specifically targeted a single human-being, fine if your intentions was to actually get the issue out fine, but why still continue is my question?

If the issue is indeed about her actions or her words? Why swing below the belt and talk about how skinny she is or what her face looks like or how you think she would fare in the sack?

Are you just having an adrenaline rush by being part of this wave? Are you truly understanding the meaning of anti-racism? No point claiming to be anti-racist when your pro-hatred, don’t you think?

Come one, like I have mentioned before ,none of us are saints. Especially in Malaysia, there is a slang/special words used for every race from the Chinese to the Indians, Malays and other races. If you have never said anything bordering on racist fine, but I doubt anyone of you are  a saint.

Racism is ugly. Coming from a mixed marriage I understand this better than most. I know how it feels to be labeled by your race, religion etc. What is uglier is hatred, what is uglier is people getting together under the guise of unity of anti-racism but instead or targeted a single human being with acts of hatred.

I do not agree with what she said, how she said it, why she said – frankly speaking I think no attention should have been given to this women. She is not worth even talking about yet here we all are debating about her, talking about her and worse still being ugly because of her.

What makes you and her different? If you are just as ugly..You might not be throwing out racial slurs but hatred?

And you think you are taking the high road? Think again.

If only we cared as much about other things like how corrupt our systems are or how children go missing everyday, if we put as much effort towards all the other issues that really mattered, as much as we did for this particular person, wow- how great life would be.

But, oh well people will be people. Do think about what you are doing and what you are saying. Karma can be a bitch, the question is are you really certain that god will only punish Presana Narayanan, cause the way things are going look likes tens of thousand of people are dangerously drawing close to being , if not just as bad, but worse than all the things she says or is doing.

God bless us all.