The Bakun Dam documentary seems to upset the government or "someone else" who wanted to get involved. For what reason, your guess is as good as mine.
The producer, Chow Z Lam became the victim for telling the truth and got fired is a show of arrogance. The action itself shows that there are many things have gone wrong!
For five long years the villagers have been protesting against TNB over the high-tension wires that will cut through their village.
Listen to what she has to say.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
You Should Be A Registered Voter
The Member of Parliament for Segambut, YB Lim Lip Eng calls for all who are yet to be registered as voters to come at the stated venue.
It is our responsibility as Malaysians to be registered voters.
Will The People's Voice Falls On Deaf Ears
Censorship Protest 19 May 2010
Angkarapuri is a main government building for Malaysia’s Ministry of Information and the headquarters for Radio Television Malaysia or RTM as it is commonly known.
As an important source of receiving and disseminating information, it has become a known fact that it has become a tool for the government to use as a tool as it pleases.
Today, the 19th. May 2010 saw the residents of Rawang New Village came to protest over the high tension wire cutting through their village.
For five long years, they have been protesting against Tenaga Nasional Berhad for their rights.
Their plight was censored by RTM and in support for Mr.Chow Z Lam’s Bakun Dam controversy, they came for the truth.
Yes. Malaysians want to know what is happening and RTM’s refusal to broadcast these two issues.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
People - The Truth Needs You!
Flashmob is an ingenious way to create awareness about what is happening in the country. People must be made aware about all the crabs we are fed with, since the truths are kept from the public eyes.
The boycott of newspapers has created the impact and such boycott must be sustainable.
It is an excellent move to start switching off the television sets between 8pm and 9pm on May 28 for starter, as an act of protest will be a new dawn for a new beginning of People's Power!
Sunday, May 16, 2010
8- 3 In The Making!
Result – Sibu By-Election
The brow-sweating moment is finally over.
The eight-day “ceramah” has finally seen its day. Syabas to Pakatan Rakyat and most of all to the courageous Sibuhans for the most needed result.
When Malaysiakini reported at 5.05 p.m. that the latest unofficial tally that BN has increased its lead to 1,930 votes, I could still keep my fingers crossed for the official result.
Now that the battle has been won and by next year the “war” for the state by-election will prevail as well.
The yardstick is held up high and the Sibuhans have shown the way to lead the change!
You have not sold your soul to the devil
Sibuhans cannot be enticed by money
It is virtue you respect against corrupted evils
Not to be a sucker with poison laced with honey.
Friends said that I live in a fantasy world in my forecast for Pakatan Rakyat to win even by a small margin. I thanked them and told them it was better to keep their mouths shut to avoid the flies.
It is not a matter who is correct or wrong in any forecasts, but a matter how we should look at what people want. It is the change that people want and to what degree the sentiments have to change course is all that matter.
The majority of the Chinese have felt insulted by what are promised only during by-election. They know too well that development in any areas is the responsibility of the government but all by-elections had shown the ugly heads of corruption popping up without shame!
The Sibuhans have nipped corruption in the bud and you all deserve the reverence.
It is all about people’s power and nothing can stand in their way. And like it or not, the Sibuhans have lived up with their pride – We Will Show The Way!
What’s The Overall Score? 08 to PR and 03 to BN
Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!
The brow-sweating moment is finally over.
The eight-day “ceramah” has finally seen its day. Syabas to Pakatan Rakyat and most of all to the courageous Sibuhans for the most needed result.
When Malaysiakini reported at 5.05 p.m. that the latest unofficial tally that BN has increased its lead to 1,930 votes, I could still keep my fingers crossed for the official result.
Now that the battle has been won and by next year the “war” for the state by-election will prevail as well.
The yardstick is held up high and the Sibuhans have shown the way to lead the change!You have not sold your soul to the devil
Sibuhans cannot be enticed by money
It is virtue you respect against corrupted evils
Not to be a sucker with poison laced with honey.
Friends said that I live in a fantasy world in my forecast for Pakatan Rakyat to win even by a small margin. I thanked them and told them it was better to keep their mouths shut to avoid the flies.
It is not a matter who is correct or wrong in any forecasts, but a matter how we should look at what people want. It is the change that people want and to what degree the sentiments have to change course is all that matter.
The majority of the Chinese have felt insulted by what are promised only during by-election. They know too well that development in any areas is the responsibility of the government but all by-elections had shown the ugly heads of corruption popping up without shame!
The Sibuhans have nipped corruption in the bud and you all deserve the reverence.
It is all about people’s power and nothing can stand in their way. And like it or not, the Sibuhans have lived up with their pride – We Will Show The Way!
What’s The Overall Score? 08 to PR and 03 to BN
Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!
Friday, May 14, 2010
Am I Alone
Let me take you to a journey within three thousand words to uncover what many of us may not be aware of.
When life comes to a dead end where people whom we call friends and family may not be around to lend a shoulder to lean on, should we stand helplessly or should we turn around to look at the trodden path with fortitude?
The question that is on most people’s mind is the life expectancy of someone with HIV. In a layman’s mind, I guess it depends on many factors and perhaps it is difficult to determine. There are cases where good HIV treatments are available and to take medicines as prescribed, they tend to do very well.
I must admit that driving to Rumah Ozanam Batu Arang in Rawang was exciting. I kept wondering what was in stored for me since this was my unprecedented interview with a resident in this home.
I overshot the junction to Batu Arang and headed to a hilly and winding road leading to Kuala Selangor. I was surprised to see a small colony of primates numbering about twenty in populace along the road and a motorist stopped by to feed them. The surrounding is salubrious until I came to an expanse of land denuded of trees for an orchard.
Banana plants dotted the lower plateau among other variety of fruits was the unmistakable plethora of such hybrid. Judging from such new planting, it qualifies to be the largest orchard in the country. However, the beauty of nature was dented by an elderly man with his grandson clearing their bladders in the open by the roadside.
My trip made to interview Priss (not her real name) was a challenge because I am not an expert on the subject on HIV cases. I was adamant not to allow this opportunity to pass me by because she has a story to tell too.
With limited knowledge on HIV, I browsed through as many websites as possible to satisfy myself about the root causes of the infection.
I managed to be punctual and reached my destination before the stipulated time. The Home Administrator was not in and I was welcomed warmly by her assistant.
The home is spic and span. I started the headcount but was interrupted when I saw a Myammar girl about five years performing her duty. She wiped the small table beside me and she was not shy to answer my questions. She is a victim of her infected parents.
I handed her a piece of Hacks and she gripped it with her armpit and continued with her duty. I would describe her as an obedient, disciplined and independent girl. The most captivating sight was her innocent face laced with traces of glee.
Priss sauntered from her room to where I was sitting. We introduced ourselves and the first sight of Priss was the impression she had portrayed to me – courage.
Her gambit for the interview was her opinion about the lack of continuous education on HIV. The seasonal promulgation to such knowledge through the mass media is still wanting. Priss is very concerned that children are not taught to ask about HIV but left to find out for themselves.
I was impressed by Priss’s articulation. I learnt that she is a graduate and was a government servant until the cruel fate befell on her. I have to respect her wishes that certain details should not be made public.
In the later stage of her career, the hospital became her second home. No doctors wanted to tell her of the naked truth initially. Yet her admiration to all the doctors who were her pillars of strength and hope and whom she still speaks of them with profound respect.
It was a heart-wrenching part of her life when she had to face the truth. Her heartfelt moment was for those doctors who had helped her through the dreaded predicament. Her whole world collapsed and anger was burning into her soul.
“My life was clean until I chose the wrong man for husband. How stupid of me…” Her voice was firmed with traces of regrets. No one could blame her could we? She did not ask to be infected but being betrayed by her very own spouse is really difficult to swallow.
As I observed Priss, I realised that she has come to a stage where she has learned how to appreciate life and has coped to live in peace within. I knew somewhere through the years of her solitude and rejection, the deprivation of her rights to live her life as she wanted to, could not escape her thought.
Priss put up a brave front when she related to me the time when she had to swallow the cold reality. Her nightmare began when she was married at eighteen in 1981. After five years of happy matrimony, her life took a drastic change. She began to experience bouts of high fever and absenteeism from work had taken its toll. Priss wanted to pursue her education because a degree to her was insufficient to make good for herself from her poor childhood.
Then, the inevitable came when her husband was experiencing serious coughing but the doctor refused to divulge the truth about her husband’s health condition. I could feel the anger in the tone of her voice that as a wife she was deprived of the truth and perhaps it could be the request from her husband. To Priss it was unbelievable that a tough physique of her husband had turned into a mere skeletal self.
Then came 1994, Priss’s father passed away in April from cancer and her husband succumbed to the dreaded disease in September. It was a double blow to her to have lost her father and her husband whom she had loved dearly.
The heart wrenching moment was her husband’s refusal to confess even at his last moment how he was infected with HIV viruses. Priss had to conclude that he had extra-marital affairs without protective sex.
I had to recall what Priss told me because there was a gap between the time of her husband’s demise from the infection and her early infection five years earlier. She became delirious with high fever and her frequent medical consultations indicated that Priss was infected, but the symptoms were not prevalent enough to be alarmed at that stage.
Priss’s life is just a prologue to many untold cases of those like her. When a woman is infected, she becomes the host as it is among sex workers. Womanisers who ignore safe sex will definitely bring sufferings and make their love ones the sacrificial lambs.
How many unfortunate victims could handle the anxiety and depression? They are pushed to the edge of their life of contemplating suicide. It is the death sentence pronounced on those inevitably infected for no fault of theirs.
The paradigm of morality does not come from abstinence but on how we obtain the information to be educated against the infection. Like Priss’s husband, he had paid the price with his life and left untold grieves behind to the one who loves him – Priss.
The immediate fear that seeped into Priss’s life was that she was going to die soon. Her dreams shattered and a bleak future had been laid ahead. She could not accept the truth that she was the victim of such a cruel fate.
The bombardments of rejection and reprisal from family members and the community were too much to bear. She found solace with her own tears and had to cry alone. It took her more than a year before being referred to a psychiatrist.
Her elder brother and sister were supportive but her mother could not accept what had happened to her. Priss’s mother felt ashamed to take her along to the market, and when they had visitors, she was asked to hide in the room. But, for how long she could hide? Priss would rather have her mother announced to the world that she had cancer if she was ashamed HIV.
Priss blamed her husband initially but not now after so many years of suffering and solitude. She had accepted that it is her fate because God will not curse his children. Such profound fortitude to appreciate life has given her the strength to move on with her life.
I must confess that Priss is beautiful with a pointed nose to strike an equilibrium with her other features. It was her sunken cheeks accentuated prominently that had hidden her beauty from untrained eyes.
Priss thanked me for my compliment and admitted that she stood out in her younger days and she was often dated by her teachers and unattached lecturers. Her dates were better looking with better jobs but she had to fall for her husband. Her voice of regrets echoed breathlessly as her voice began to grip with emotion. I felt guilty that I had touched on her emotional wound.
The magic touch of her husband that won her heart was his persistence. He brought her flowers and visited her everyday with presents, and most of all he could make her laugh. However, Priss’s short trip down her happy memory lane tailed off by murmuring; “Why did I choose him?”
The worst feeling that can eat into our guts is the painful reality of loneliness that we ultimately abandoned ourselves to isolation. But let us take a minute to consider Priss’s case. Those like her suffer a lot of bitterness and resentment in which they did not ask for in the first place.
It is really sad that we are easily the fallen prey to the judgmental traits that we are blinded to the sufferings of those who are different from us, be it family related or unrelated.
As for Priss, she did not blame anyone even her own mother for looking at her differently. The only person she blamed at that time was her husband who had brought her such misery.
Her in-laws knew the condition of her husband but they claimed that he had recovered from his drugs addiction, perhaps without realising that their son was already infected with HIV virus. Priss has the respect for her in-laws because she does not have any unkind words for them.
Unfortunately, their ties were severed after so many years because the pain is best left forgotten. But for Priss, her pain, sorrow and the hurt are only hers to bear. Her happy times before the tragedy were left embedded in the faded traces of her memory that could only bring smiles at her hours of loneliness.
Priss’s most agonising moment was the severe stomach pain which later diagnosed to be cancer of the urethras. She had two operations and any further attempt, Priss might end up a vegetable. Priss’s search for divine help had led her to Jesus and she surrendered herself to his mercy. The only thing she could do was to hang on and to live each day to her best through prayers and her trust in Him.
“My life was clean until I choose the wrong man for husband. How stupid of me!” A paroxysm escaped from her mouth and I was taken aback. “Yes, I was stupid! No one to talk to and I made whatever decision by myself.”
I did not want to lead Priss into her painful past and I asked her about the advice she would give to young courting couples. Her answer was without malice yet pragmatic. “Sex education, love and respect.”
Apart from sex education, Priss opined that love and respect should not be discounted. That is why loneliness is always painful because the love that brings the smiles is missing. The most comforting assurance a mother could give to her children is the feeling that they are never alone. The separation between a mother and her child no matter in what circumstances is always with tears at that moment of grief.
The abyss in one’s life without love and the emptiness from the hunger for love is the inescapable situation of isolation and abandonment.
To quote Mother Theresa’s profound statement from what she had experienced with the unfortunates: The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved. This is a painful reality that many of us have yet to experience or to come in term with.
It is always difficult to give the due respect to another without first understand what is self-respect. It is about earning the respect but not by demand. It is the case of having to walk a mile in another person’s shoes in order to know the size of one’s feet. This, I could not dispute to what Priss’s could offer especially those who had ostracized her.
At Priss’s hours of need, she has the missing link to make connection and to feel complete. The adage of: No child is too ugly and no parent is too poor, to be connected with her mother again is never too late. My encouragement to Priss was to tell her mother that it was not her fault to bring her shame into the family. It is God’s will!
But my attempt was to no avail.
I made an abrupt interruption by pushing my intention through, “Try one more time!”
“She’d brushed me aside and that’s the last and I’m not going to talk about it!” Priss sounded assertive but the tone of her voice had betrayed her.
Her love for her mother could not be doubted despite not been treated well at her teen-age years. Priss felt unloved because her mother was not there for her at her critical times of need. Priss thought that it would be better then, to get married off and to get away with it all.
Priss could not help herself and broke down each time fighting hard against the cruel memories that shrouded her sanity. Honestly, I did not know what to do at that point of time. My vision blurred seeing Priss kept wiping her cheeks dry.
Clearing my throat, I went ahead with my questions trying to make her feel comfortable but the emotion was thick in the air.
Her labourer father having six children to feed and her mother from her own bad childhood could be written in episodes. Somehow, Priss’s brothers and sisters had managed to earn their degrees and had made good in life. Priss was on the way to join the crowd, but the cruel fate emerged to slice a piece of her life away.
I tried adamantly to recapitulate that to make amends with her mother was the best avenue because daughters have more filial-piety than sons. That was the best shot I could take even it might not be necessary true.
The consolatory truth is that some parents are unable to express their love and the children are made to suffer. No child asked to be born yet we are in this world. It is all about training in this world until the inevitable day when we have to leave to another realm to start a different kind of training.
When a child is born, he cries to announce a new life coming into this world, but the child’s cries is not to announce the sufferings that he is about to live with. The mystery of life is beyond our comprehension and to comprehend what it is there, we have to walk the long and winding road of our destined lives until we reach our destinations.
By then, we could turn back the pages of time to scrutinise each chapter on how we had performed in our life. As such, we are of no difference from Priss and those like her, except we are free from the bondage of the uncanny twist in life, but not her.
I had nothing much in my mind on my way back to the city. Perhaps my thoughts were still with Priss. Her life was tainted but her faith lives on.
Have I being a good father to my three children and a good husband to my wife? Such question kept rolling in my mind. Perhaps not good enough I thought, but then the love shown and being supportive to what I do, portrayed otherwise.
Yes! I have been a good father and a husband because I have not brought home the misery of any diseases for them to share with.
Sometimes, it is better to be unable to feel anymore, because the sorrows people have are too much to bear with.
Sometimes, it is better to have no more tears to cry, because the miseries people have are unending.
Sometimes, it is better to look the other way, because the pains people have are excruciating to the core.
Sometimes, it takes compassion to be able to feel, to cry and to look at the people around us, because someday we may just be the same.
The most frightening thing that we have to live our life is the life’s lesson itself. We must love the journey of life and to live well through trials and errors.
When you laugh, the world laughs with you. And when you cry, you have to cry alone. How true it is, and all mothers know best. The hands that rock the cradle could be the same hands that topple the cradle. But then, to bite the hands that feed you will make no difference too.
May God be with you Priss, and to all Priss alike, live each day at a time and live your life to the fullest.
God bless.
When life comes to a dead end where people whom we call friends and family may not be around to lend a shoulder to lean on, should we stand helplessly or should we turn around to look at the trodden path with fortitude?
The question that is on most people’s mind is the life expectancy of someone with HIV. In a layman’s mind, I guess it depends on many factors and perhaps it is difficult to determine. There are cases where good HIV treatments are available and to take medicines as prescribed, they tend to do very well.
I must admit that driving to Rumah Ozanam Batu Arang in Rawang was exciting. I kept wondering what was in stored for me since this was my unprecedented interview with a resident in this home.
I overshot the junction to Batu Arang and headed to a hilly and winding road leading to Kuala Selangor. I was surprised to see a small colony of primates numbering about twenty in populace along the road and a motorist stopped by to feed them. The surrounding is salubrious until I came to an expanse of land denuded of trees for an orchard.
Banana plants dotted the lower plateau among other variety of fruits was the unmistakable plethora of such hybrid. Judging from such new planting, it qualifies to be the largest orchard in the country. However, the beauty of nature was dented by an elderly man with his grandson clearing their bladders in the open by the roadside.
My trip made to interview Priss (not her real name) was a challenge because I am not an expert on the subject on HIV cases. I was adamant not to allow this opportunity to pass me by because she has a story to tell too.
With limited knowledge on HIV, I browsed through as many websites as possible to satisfy myself about the root causes of the infection.
I managed to be punctual and reached my destination before the stipulated time. The Home Administrator was not in and I was welcomed warmly by her assistant.
The home is spic and span. I started the headcount but was interrupted when I saw a Myammar girl about five years performing her duty. She wiped the small table beside me and she was not shy to answer my questions. She is a victim of her infected parents.
I handed her a piece of Hacks and she gripped it with her armpit and continued with her duty. I would describe her as an obedient, disciplined and independent girl. The most captivating sight was her innocent face laced with traces of glee.
Priss sauntered from her room to where I was sitting. We introduced ourselves and the first sight of Priss was the impression she had portrayed to me – courage.
Her gambit for the interview was her opinion about the lack of continuous education on HIV. The seasonal promulgation to such knowledge through the mass media is still wanting. Priss is very concerned that children are not taught to ask about HIV but left to find out for themselves.
I was impressed by Priss’s articulation. I learnt that she is a graduate and was a government servant until the cruel fate befell on her. I have to respect her wishes that certain details should not be made public.
In the later stage of her career, the hospital became her second home. No doctors wanted to tell her of the naked truth initially. Yet her admiration to all the doctors who were her pillars of strength and hope and whom she still speaks of them with profound respect.
It was a heart-wrenching part of her life when she had to face the truth. Her heartfelt moment was for those doctors who had helped her through the dreaded predicament. Her whole world collapsed and anger was burning into her soul.
“My life was clean until I chose the wrong man for husband. How stupid of me…” Her voice was firmed with traces of regrets. No one could blame her could we? She did not ask to be infected but being betrayed by her very own spouse is really difficult to swallow.
As I observed Priss, I realised that she has come to a stage where she has learned how to appreciate life and has coped to live in peace within. I knew somewhere through the years of her solitude and rejection, the deprivation of her rights to live her life as she wanted to, could not escape her thought.
Priss put up a brave front when she related to me the time when she had to swallow the cold reality. Her nightmare began when she was married at eighteen in 1981. After five years of happy matrimony, her life took a drastic change. She began to experience bouts of high fever and absenteeism from work had taken its toll. Priss wanted to pursue her education because a degree to her was insufficient to make good for herself from her poor childhood.
Then, the inevitable came when her husband was experiencing serious coughing but the doctor refused to divulge the truth about her husband’s health condition. I could feel the anger in the tone of her voice that as a wife she was deprived of the truth and perhaps it could be the request from her husband. To Priss it was unbelievable that a tough physique of her husband had turned into a mere skeletal self.
Then came 1994, Priss’s father passed away in April from cancer and her husband succumbed to the dreaded disease in September. It was a double blow to her to have lost her father and her husband whom she had loved dearly.
The heart wrenching moment was her husband’s refusal to confess even at his last moment how he was infected with HIV viruses. Priss had to conclude that he had extra-marital affairs without protective sex.
I had to recall what Priss told me because there was a gap between the time of her husband’s demise from the infection and her early infection five years earlier. She became delirious with high fever and her frequent medical consultations indicated that Priss was infected, but the symptoms were not prevalent enough to be alarmed at that stage.
Priss’s life is just a prologue to many untold cases of those like her. When a woman is infected, she becomes the host as it is among sex workers. Womanisers who ignore safe sex will definitely bring sufferings and make their love ones the sacrificial lambs.
How many unfortunate victims could handle the anxiety and depression? They are pushed to the edge of their life of contemplating suicide. It is the death sentence pronounced on those inevitably infected for no fault of theirs.
The paradigm of morality does not come from abstinence but on how we obtain the information to be educated against the infection. Like Priss’s husband, he had paid the price with his life and left untold grieves behind to the one who loves him – Priss.
The immediate fear that seeped into Priss’s life was that she was going to die soon. Her dreams shattered and a bleak future had been laid ahead. She could not accept the truth that she was the victim of such a cruel fate.
The bombardments of rejection and reprisal from family members and the community were too much to bear. She found solace with her own tears and had to cry alone. It took her more than a year before being referred to a psychiatrist.
Her elder brother and sister were supportive but her mother could not accept what had happened to her. Priss’s mother felt ashamed to take her along to the market, and when they had visitors, she was asked to hide in the room. But, for how long she could hide? Priss would rather have her mother announced to the world that she had cancer if she was ashamed HIV.
Priss blamed her husband initially but not now after so many years of suffering and solitude. She had accepted that it is her fate because God will not curse his children. Such profound fortitude to appreciate life has given her the strength to move on with her life.
I must confess that Priss is beautiful with a pointed nose to strike an equilibrium with her other features. It was her sunken cheeks accentuated prominently that had hidden her beauty from untrained eyes.
Priss thanked me for my compliment and admitted that she stood out in her younger days and she was often dated by her teachers and unattached lecturers. Her dates were better looking with better jobs but she had to fall for her husband. Her voice of regrets echoed breathlessly as her voice began to grip with emotion. I felt guilty that I had touched on her emotional wound.
The magic touch of her husband that won her heart was his persistence. He brought her flowers and visited her everyday with presents, and most of all he could make her laugh. However, Priss’s short trip down her happy memory lane tailed off by murmuring; “Why did I choose him?”
The worst feeling that can eat into our guts is the painful reality of loneliness that we ultimately abandoned ourselves to isolation. But let us take a minute to consider Priss’s case. Those like her suffer a lot of bitterness and resentment in which they did not ask for in the first place.
It is really sad that we are easily the fallen prey to the judgmental traits that we are blinded to the sufferings of those who are different from us, be it family related or unrelated.
As for Priss, she did not blame anyone even her own mother for looking at her differently. The only person she blamed at that time was her husband who had brought her such misery.
Her in-laws knew the condition of her husband but they claimed that he had recovered from his drugs addiction, perhaps without realising that their son was already infected with HIV virus. Priss has the respect for her in-laws because she does not have any unkind words for them.
Unfortunately, their ties were severed after so many years because the pain is best left forgotten. But for Priss, her pain, sorrow and the hurt are only hers to bear. Her happy times before the tragedy were left embedded in the faded traces of her memory that could only bring smiles at her hours of loneliness.
Priss’s most agonising moment was the severe stomach pain which later diagnosed to be cancer of the urethras. She had two operations and any further attempt, Priss might end up a vegetable. Priss’s search for divine help had led her to Jesus and she surrendered herself to his mercy. The only thing she could do was to hang on and to live each day to her best through prayers and her trust in Him.
“My life was clean until I choose the wrong man for husband. How stupid of me!” A paroxysm escaped from her mouth and I was taken aback. “Yes, I was stupid! No one to talk to and I made whatever decision by myself.”
I did not want to lead Priss into her painful past and I asked her about the advice she would give to young courting couples. Her answer was without malice yet pragmatic. “Sex education, love and respect.”
Apart from sex education, Priss opined that love and respect should not be discounted. That is why loneliness is always painful because the love that brings the smiles is missing. The most comforting assurance a mother could give to her children is the feeling that they are never alone. The separation between a mother and her child no matter in what circumstances is always with tears at that moment of grief.
The abyss in one’s life without love and the emptiness from the hunger for love is the inescapable situation of isolation and abandonment.
To quote Mother Theresa’s profound statement from what she had experienced with the unfortunates: The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved. This is a painful reality that many of us have yet to experience or to come in term with.
It is always difficult to give the due respect to another without first understand what is self-respect. It is about earning the respect but not by demand. It is the case of having to walk a mile in another person’s shoes in order to know the size of one’s feet. This, I could not dispute to what Priss’s could offer especially those who had ostracized her.
At Priss’s hours of need, she has the missing link to make connection and to feel complete. The adage of: No child is too ugly and no parent is too poor, to be connected with her mother again is never too late. My encouragement to Priss was to tell her mother that it was not her fault to bring her shame into the family. It is God’s will!
But my attempt was to no avail.
I made an abrupt interruption by pushing my intention through, “Try one more time!”
“She’d brushed me aside and that’s the last and I’m not going to talk about it!” Priss sounded assertive but the tone of her voice had betrayed her.
Her love for her mother could not be doubted despite not been treated well at her teen-age years. Priss felt unloved because her mother was not there for her at her critical times of need. Priss thought that it would be better then, to get married off and to get away with it all.
Priss could not help herself and broke down each time fighting hard against the cruel memories that shrouded her sanity. Honestly, I did not know what to do at that point of time. My vision blurred seeing Priss kept wiping her cheeks dry.
Clearing my throat, I went ahead with my questions trying to make her feel comfortable but the emotion was thick in the air.
Her labourer father having six children to feed and her mother from her own bad childhood could be written in episodes. Somehow, Priss’s brothers and sisters had managed to earn their degrees and had made good in life. Priss was on the way to join the crowd, but the cruel fate emerged to slice a piece of her life away.
I tried adamantly to recapitulate that to make amends with her mother was the best avenue because daughters have more filial-piety than sons. That was the best shot I could take even it might not be necessary true.
The consolatory truth is that some parents are unable to express their love and the children are made to suffer. No child asked to be born yet we are in this world. It is all about training in this world until the inevitable day when we have to leave to another realm to start a different kind of training.
When a child is born, he cries to announce a new life coming into this world, but the child’s cries is not to announce the sufferings that he is about to live with. The mystery of life is beyond our comprehension and to comprehend what it is there, we have to walk the long and winding road of our destined lives until we reach our destinations.
By then, we could turn back the pages of time to scrutinise each chapter on how we had performed in our life. As such, we are of no difference from Priss and those like her, except we are free from the bondage of the uncanny twist in life, but not her.
I had nothing much in my mind on my way back to the city. Perhaps my thoughts were still with Priss. Her life was tainted but her faith lives on.
Have I being a good father to my three children and a good husband to my wife? Such question kept rolling in my mind. Perhaps not good enough I thought, but then the love shown and being supportive to what I do, portrayed otherwise.
Yes! I have been a good father and a husband because I have not brought home the misery of any diseases for them to share with.
Sometimes, it is better to be unable to feel anymore, because the sorrows people have are too much to bear with.
Sometimes, it is better to have no more tears to cry, because the miseries people have are unending.
Sometimes, it is better to look the other way, because the pains people have are excruciating to the core.
Sometimes, it takes compassion to be able to feel, to cry and to look at the people around us, because someday we may just be the same.
The most frightening thing that we have to live our life is the life’s lesson itself. We must love the journey of life and to live well through trials and errors.
When you laugh, the world laughs with you. And when you cry, you have to cry alone. How true it is, and all mothers know best. The hands that rock the cradle could be the same hands that topple the cradle. But then, to bite the hands that feed you will make no difference too.
May God be with you Priss, and to all Priss alike, live each day at a time and live your life to the fullest.
God bless.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Why I Chose To Be A Citizen Journalist
The reason I started to get immersed in citizen journalism was because I was a very angry man and I am still very angry about what is happening in the country. I will be doing injustice to myself if I fail to capitalize on the available electronic tools to write my piece.
The annoyance about what I read in the mainstream media started in 2006 and alternate media became my substitute. The news vendor blamed “us” for affecting his business and I expostulated that the real culprit that caused a crack in his rice bowl, is no other than the news corporations themselves.
When street protests became imminent and people were flocking to alternate media for more information, it had become the turning point for me to take the bold step to be with the crowd to squash the mainstream media to pulp.
When I was asked what I do with all what I had recorded, my only notion was to burn into VCD or DVD format. I had no experience in editing, graphic or even after-effect availability.
Out of annoyance by the same old question, I began to explore into how I could uncover the wonders of computer wizardry, and since then, there was no turning back.
I started as a blogger and this unprecedented experience was really exciting. No one could tell me what to or what not to write or post. I am my own boss with my own discretion! This is the wonderful part - as a writer, editor and publisher all in one go.
As a keen photographer and “graduated” to a videographer out of passion, I have educated myself further and I realized that there are still many avenues that can be explored.
I have to admit that at 60 years of age, technology is “frightening” to me because I am not tuned to all those elusive “clicks”. These “clicks” know how to play Houdini with me. Imagine the frustration! A few keyboards were replaced because I took it out on them.
As time passed by, maturity set in and different perception began to unfold. Sailing into uncharted waters became the challenge and out of over-zealousness, the venture started without an iota of fear. The objective was to look for fairness, accuracy and clarity in news reporting was the only thing on my mind.
On many occasions, I stumbled upon rather dangerous situations where the traditional journalists would gawk at me with awe. But they don’t have to because those occasions were coincidental by being at the right place and the right time.
Other than such “opportunity” the most remarkable attribute is to be able to anticipate unexpected situation. It is all about gut feeling and how inquisitive one wants to be.
The beauty is that the camera eye does not tell lies unlike our naked eyes that can be deceiving. The images recorded are sufficient to depict the actual news or the story of the event and this saves the taxing effort to write in text.
The clear fact I know is the susceptible disagreement to what I have posted and this does not matter because it is the individual prerogative to disagree. However, to those who share the same sentiment, it consoles my efforts for the motivational strength for me to keep going. This tells me that I am in the posse of angry people who want a better Malaysia.
Today, the public does not perceive the news media to be very trustworthy and citizen journalists could easily substitute and narrow the void to bring back the glorious years of journalism in Malaysia. And this is easily done with the essential equipment required and with the passion to tell true story.
Today’s world needs dedicated individuals to pick up the ethical slack left by the mainstream media. To a certain degree, news organizations have no choice but to accept citizen journalists they secretly loathe, as their media partner to compliment their freedom in fetters syndrome.
I don’t want to become a citizen journalist to change the world but to make a change in people’s perception between the truth and falsehood that matters the most to me. Even it is a tough road ahead, I don’t mind because I have all the time in the world.
All news media should take citizen journalists as friends but not as their competitors.
The contemporary readers want truthful news, and they want it well sourced and fairly reported. They are tired of bias and baloney and citizen journalists can satisfy the crying need without fear or favour.
The common denial of what was said or being misquoted has become a thing of the past. Now, we write what is said and let our video cameras do the talking!
Thanks to You Tube that allows amateur videographers and reporters to upload their footage to news Websites. Twitter and Facebook are the effective sites that bridge the people to read and share about breaking news through them first.
The advocacy of citizen journalism is common from the plethora of websites and blogs. This is where relevant leads, reports and feedbacks become the profound communication attribute that is badly needed today.
What I see is the only reason why I write, and I prefer to write "out of the box" material and citizen journalism provides me that avenue. Our contributions to free press should be appreciated like how we appreciate and thankful to Malaysiakini to make it possible for ordinary and caring citizens like us to be in this fraternity.
Say what you like, citizen journalism is here to stay and this “community” is growing in numbers.
It does not matter if you are retired, home maker, student or having a career to look after. Citizen journalism gives you the liberty to work at your own pace. The most important of all is that your voice and opinion have the equal right to be heard.
The annoyance about what I read in the mainstream media started in 2006 and alternate media became my substitute. The news vendor blamed “us” for affecting his business and I expostulated that the real culprit that caused a crack in his rice bowl, is no other than the news corporations themselves.
When street protests became imminent and people were flocking to alternate media for more information, it had become the turning point for me to take the bold step to be with the crowd to squash the mainstream media to pulp.
When I was asked what I do with all what I had recorded, my only notion was to burn into VCD or DVD format. I had no experience in editing, graphic or even after-effect availability.
Out of annoyance by the same old question, I began to explore into how I could uncover the wonders of computer wizardry, and since then, there was no turning back.
I started as a blogger and this unprecedented experience was really exciting. No one could tell me what to or what not to write or post. I am my own boss with my own discretion! This is the wonderful part - as a writer, editor and publisher all in one go.
As a keen photographer and “graduated” to a videographer out of passion, I have educated myself further and I realized that there are still many avenues that can be explored.
I have to admit that at 60 years of age, technology is “frightening” to me because I am not tuned to all those elusive “clicks”. These “clicks” know how to play Houdini with me. Imagine the frustration! A few keyboards were replaced because I took it out on them.
As time passed by, maturity set in and different perception began to unfold. Sailing into uncharted waters became the challenge and out of over-zealousness, the venture started without an iota of fear. The objective was to look for fairness, accuracy and clarity in news reporting was the only thing on my mind.
On many occasions, I stumbled upon rather dangerous situations where the traditional journalists would gawk at me with awe. But they don’t have to because those occasions were coincidental by being at the right place and the right time.
Other than such “opportunity” the most remarkable attribute is to be able to anticipate unexpected situation. It is all about gut feeling and how inquisitive one wants to be.
The beauty is that the camera eye does not tell lies unlike our naked eyes that can be deceiving. The images recorded are sufficient to depict the actual news or the story of the event and this saves the taxing effort to write in text.
The clear fact I know is the susceptible disagreement to what I have posted and this does not matter because it is the individual prerogative to disagree. However, to those who share the same sentiment, it consoles my efforts for the motivational strength for me to keep going. This tells me that I am in the posse of angry people who want a better Malaysia.
Today, the public does not perceive the news media to be very trustworthy and citizen journalists could easily substitute and narrow the void to bring back the glorious years of journalism in Malaysia. And this is easily done with the essential equipment required and with the passion to tell true story.
Today’s world needs dedicated individuals to pick up the ethical slack left by the mainstream media. To a certain degree, news organizations have no choice but to accept citizen journalists they secretly loathe, as their media partner to compliment their freedom in fetters syndrome.
I don’t want to become a citizen journalist to change the world but to make a change in people’s perception between the truth and falsehood that matters the most to me. Even it is a tough road ahead, I don’t mind because I have all the time in the world.
All news media should take citizen journalists as friends but not as their competitors.
The contemporary readers want truthful news, and they want it well sourced and fairly reported. They are tired of bias and baloney and citizen journalists can satisfy the crying need without fear or favour.
The common denial of what was said or being misquoted has become a thing of the past. Now, we write what is said and let our video cameras do the talking!
Thanks to You Tube that allows amateur videographers and reporters to upload their footage to news Websites. Twitter and Facebook are the effective sites that bridge the people to read and share about breaking news through them first.
The advocacy of citizen journalism is common from the plethora of websites and blogs. This is where relevant leads, reports and feedbacks become the profound communication attribute that is badly needed today.
What I see is the only reason why I write, and I prefer to write "out of the box" material and citizen journalism provides me that avenue. Our contributions to free press should be appreciated like how we appreciate and thankful to Malaysiakini to make it possible for ordinary and caring citizens like us to be in this fraternity.
Say what you like, citizen journalism is here to stay and this “community” is growing in numbers.
It does not matter if you are retired, home maker, student or having a career to look after. Citizen journalism gives you the liberty to work at your own pace. The most important of all is that your voice and opinion have the equal right to be heard.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Sibu By-Election
Sibu by-election is going to be a tough fight between two Chinese candidates in this urban area. DAP named its Sarawak chief Wong Ho Leng, while BN will be represented by Robert Lau Hui Yew from SUPP.
The Hulu Selangor by-election went to BN and this is no doubt a boost for BN in Sibu by-election. However, with the 53,679 (60%) of Chinese voters, the ball game is entirely different from Hulu Selangor.
By understanding the Chinese mind, we can safely conclude that whoever wins is no big deal as long as the people’s needs are looked into. However, if it is for the state seat, a very high percentage will go to BN to win.
It is a practical way to make the “adun” work for the benefits of the people in that constituency. And as for the parliamentary seat, it is wise for the candidate from the opposition to be voted in for stronger voice in the august house. This is a plus point for Pakatan Rakyat since Sibu by-election is for parliamentary seat.
Robert Lau unlike Kamal (Kamalanathan), who has won the Hulu Selangor parliamentary seat with the help of the Indians to create the tip and the Malay voters who felt threatened by the power that may be. So the candidates have to work into the mind of the Chinese why he deserves their votes.
There is a need to see at least 45,627 (85%) of the total eligible Chinese voters coming out to vote for Pakatan Rakyat in order to be in a safe margin. It is going to be tough but not impossible.
The Chinese in Sibu may be the kingmaker to determine who should win or otherwise. Their crucial decision is how well-informed they are on the disheartening issues happening in the peninsula.
Like the Indians, the Chinese too have been insulted despite how they had toiled in this land to make it a truly a multi-racial country since pre and post independence.
Today’s economy plays a critical role. The impact on their businesses is downright the deciding factor and with the education policy not in favour to the masses will definitely see what they will do in the polling day.
The Chinese people are spread throughout the world and to be able to read the Chinese way of thinking will have the added advantage. The way how they think is their survival instinct and the way how they are going to act will definitely be without reservation.
To get the Chinese for whatever support it should be followed by the question of physiological needs, and harness it with proper education policy (which is in a dire need for revamp) then the influencing factor will start to lurk within.
This is stark in the Chinese way of thinking and for Sibu, the Chinese works with their clans is the influencing factor to determine the yardstick who they want to represent them in parliament. So, strike while the iron is hot and on the right nerve, then the Chinese thinking faculty may work in a wondrous way.
In this Sibu by-election, the speculation is that the punters and bookies may call the shot, but I beg to differ. Whoever can speak their “mind language” has the advantage - the language of truth that brings fear to their very own existence to help shaped their decisions.
We may see a high possibility of paradigm change in this Sibu by-election because the Chinese have felt the impact of marginalization too. Their ability to be sustainable financially and to see themselves through is from a small percentage of the able Chinese and what about those who are wage earners?
The petty traders struggling for a living may have their licenses revoked and such threat (if PR wins) is uncommon from the power that may be. When their livelihood is at stake, the chances to garner their support will become more difficult.
A bowl of noodles now may cost RM5.00 and what is to come when GST (Goods and Services) tax is enforced, then the spending power will be drastically reduced leaving pittance to stay afloat. This is painful indeed, so is the courage to make the change.
Barisan Nasional, on the other hand, will keep pounding on with their unethical ways, be it threats, goodies and promises like what had happened in the last two by-elections.
And in this Chinese majority area, the Sibu voters will give Barisan Nasional a run for its money.
- We have to see at least 85% of Chinese voters coming out to cast their votes. (Very much depended on those above 35 years of age because the younger ones have left for greener pastures).
- Independent candidate(s) to lose deposit.
If the majority of the Chinese allows Pakatan Rakyat to lose by a close margin, then expect what to come with apocalyptic consequences. By then, don’t have to look around for someone to blame because the people to be blamed are those who keep looking around.
To which way will the wind blow is much depended on the voters’ wits. “Sibuhans” have to play their cards right to rid the “fixed deposit” trademark and dare for a change.
It is better to embed the benchmark to create history rather than such trademark to stay belittled!
The Hulu Selangor by-election went to BN and this is no doubt a boost for BN in Sibu by-election. However, with the 53,679 (60%) of Chinese voters, the ball game is entirely different from Hulu Selangor.
By understanding the Chinese mind, we can safely conclude that whoever wins is no big deal as long as the people’s needs are looked into. However, if it is for the state seat, a very high percentage will go to BN to win.It is a practical way to make the “adun” work for the benefits of the people in that constituency. And as for the parliamentary seat, it is wise for the candidate from the opposition to be voted in for stronger voice in the august house. This is a plus point for Pakatan Rakyat since Sibu by-election is for parliamentary seat.
Robert Lau unlike Kamal (Kamalanathan), who has won the Hulu Selangor parliamentary seat with the help of the Indians to create the tip and the Malay voters who felt threatened by the power that may be. So the candidates have to work into the mind of the Chinese why he deserves their votes.
There is a need to see at least 45,627 (85%) of the total eligible Chinese voters coming out to vote for Pakatan Rakyat in order to be in a safe margin. It is going to be tough but not impossible.The Chinese in Sibu may be the kingmaker to determine who should win or otherwise. Their crucial decision is how well-informed they are on the disheartening issues happening in the peninsula.
Like the Indians, the Chinese too have been insulted despite how they had toiled in this land to make it a truly a multi-racial country since pre and post independence.
Today’s economy plays a critical role. The impact on their businesses is downright the deciding factor and with the education policy not in favour to the masses will definitely see what they will do in the polling day.
The Chinese people are spread throughout the world and to be able to read the Chinese way of thinking will have the added advantage. The way how they think is their survival instinct and the way how they are going to act will definitely be without reservation.
To get the Chinese for whatever support it should be followed by the question of physiological needs, and harness it with proper education policy (which is in a dire need for revamp) then the influencing factor will start to lurk within.
This is stark in the Chinese way of thinking and for Sibu, the Chinese works with their clans is the influencing factor to determine the yardstick who they want to represent them in parliament. So, strike while the iron is hot and on the right nerve, then the Chinese thinking faculty may work in a wondrous way.
In this Sibu by-election, the speculation is that the punters and bookies may call the shot, but I beg to differ. Whoever can speak their “mind language” has the advantage - the language of truth that brings fear to their very own existence to help shaped their decisions.
We may see a high possibility of paradigm change in this Sibu by-election because the Chinese have felt the impact of marginalization too. Their ability to be sustainable financially and to see themselves through is from a small percentage of the able Chinese and what about those who are wage earners?
The petty traders struggling for a living may have their licenses revoked and such threat (if PR wins) is uncommon from the power that may be. When their livelihood is at stake, the chances to garner their support will become more difficult.
A bowl of noodles now may cost RM5.00 and what is to come when GST (Goods and Services) tax is enforced, then the spending power will be drastically reduced leaving pittance to stay afloat. This is painful indeed, so is the courage to make the change.
Barisan Nasional, on the other hand, will keep pounding on with their unethical ways, be it threats, goodies and promises like what had happened in the last two by-elections.
And in this Chinese majority area, the Sibu voters will give Barisan Nasional a run for its money.
- We have to see at least 85% of Chinese voters coming out to cast their votes. (Very much depended on those above 35 years of age because the younger ones have left for greener pastures).- Independent candidate(s) to lose deposit.
If the majority of the Chinese allows Pakatan Rakyat to lose by a close margin, then expect what to come with apocalyptic consequences. By then, don’t have to look around for someone to blame because the people to be blamed are those who keep looking around.
To which way will the wind blow is much depended on the voters’ wits. “Sibuhans” have to play their cards right to rid the “fixed deposit” trademark and dare for a change.
It is better to embed the benchmark to create history rather than such trademark to stay belittled!
Friday, May 7, 2010
An Unsuccessful Break-in
This video clip was given by the office manageress where her work place was safe from the attempted break-in.
Thanks to her CCTV installed and the grill door secured by additional harness to make it impossible for the attempt.
Two hours later, an office in Taman Limbongan, some four kilometres away had being a fallen victim.
Both reported to the police and finger prints were dusted.
They were courageous enough but too stupid to look into the CCTV camera.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Peaceful Vigil Turned Ugly
On the 11 January 2010, lawyer Mr.Francis Peirera asked Hakim Mahkamah Puan Balqis Hini to recuse herself from the hearing over the 23 peaceful vigilers arrested on 09 November 2008. Lawyer Mr. Gobind Singh Deo concurred.
Today, the 23 people “accused” of defiance have their case postponed to 3rd.June in PJ Session Court instead.
The overzealous police arrested them on the 09 November 2008 was a clear act of intimidation to create fear among the people who exercised their democratic rights.
On the 11 January 2010, lawyer Mr.Francis Peirera asked Hakim Mahkamah Puan Balqis Hini to recuse herself from the hearing over the 23 peaceful vigilers arrested on 09 November 2008. Lawyer Mr. Gobind Singh Deo concurred.
Today, the 23 people “accused” of defiance have their case postponed to 3rd.June in PJ Session Court instead.
The overzealous police arrested them on the 09 November 2008 was a clear act of intimidation to create fear among the people who exercised their democratic rights.
I caught up with lawyer Francis Peirera for his updates.
Today, the 23 people “accused” of defiance have their case postponed to 3rd.June in PJ Session Court instead.
The overzealous police arrested them on the 09 November 2008 was a clear act of intimidation to create fear among the people who exercised their democratic rights.
On the 11 January 2010, lawyer Mr.Francis Peirera asked Hakim Mahkamah Puan Balqis Hini to recuse herself from the hearing over the 23 peaceful vigilers arrested on 09 November 2008. Lawyer Mr. Gobind Singh Deo concurred.
Today, the 23 people “accused” of defiance have their case postponed to 3rd.June in PJ Session Court instead.
The overzealous police arrested them on the 09 November 2008 was a clear act of intimidation to create fear among the people who exercised their democratic rights.
I caught up with lawyer Francis Peirera for his updates.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
First Citizen Journalists Convention
Writing articles and letters of complaint to the mainstream media by the readers is one of the features of citizen journalism.
With the emergence of internet, blogs and web-related innovations have made citizen journalism to be attractive.
Citizen journalism gives the people the avenue to transmit information globally and this gives them the satisfaction to have their stories told without having to go through extreme censorship or total rejection by the mainstream media.
When they chance upon any breaking news, they can take it upon themselves to report by becoming a reporter, editor and publisher all in one.
Citizen journalist is often considered to be people without journalism training reporting the news to a wide audience. And looking at it in a wider perspective, they are actually complementing the regular media.
The beauty in citizen journalism is that they have the advantage to choose their subjects and topics unlike the mainstream journalists who have their specifics and deadlines to meet.
When Malaysiakini opens its door to train citizen journalists, it is actually opening up a whole new world of daring ideas to train man, woman and child to take up the challenges. Since then it was no turning back.
The first convention for citizen journalism was held on 1st. May 2010 at the Annexe (adjacent to Central Market) and we saw newcomers and trained citizen journalists congregated to mark the meaningful occasion.
With the emergence of internet, blogs and web-related innovations have made citizen journalism to be attractive.
Citizen journalism gives the people the avenue to transmit information globally and this gives them the satisfaction to have their stories told without having to go through extreme censorship or total rejection by the mainstream media.
When they chance upon any breaking news, they can take it upon themselves to report by becoming a reporter, editor and publisher all in one.
Citizen journalist is often considered to be people without journalism training reporting the news to a wide audience. And looking at it in a wider perspective, they are actually complementing the regular media.
The beauty in citizen journalism is that they have the advantage to choose their subjects and topics unlike the mainstream journalists who have their specifics and deadlines to meet.
When Malaysiakini opens its door to train citizen journalists, it is actually opening up a whole new world of daring ideas to train man, woman and child to take up the challenges. Since then it was no turning back.
The first convention for citizen journalism was held on 1st. May 2010 at the Annexe (adjacent to Central Market) and we saw newcomers and trained citizen journalists congregated to mark the meaningful occasion.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
GST Protest 01 May 2010
May Day in Malaysia
Another history is made – May Day in Malaysia.
As the world celebrates the International Workers Day, the workers in Malaysia (the backbone of Malaysia’s economy), are deprived of their fundamental rights.
The first of May 2010, is a historical day in Malaysia for the wrong reason.
Are the politicians and police not workers too, may I ask? Why the discriminations against the citizens who want to celebrate the workers day peacefully? Is the country so bankrupted with reality and choose to be blind to her people’s rights? It is evidently so!
The deprivation of the avenue with the intimidating presence of the police to seal off Dataran Merdeka is too much for the people to swallow.
Bravo to the courageous people who detoured to the Chinese Assembly Hall passing through China town with a simple message – Down With GST!.
Another history is made – May Day in Malaysia.
As the world celebrates the International Workers Day, the workers in Malaysia (the backbone of Malaysia’s economy), are deprived of their fundamental rights.
The first of May 2010, is a historical day in Malaysia for the wrong reason.
Are the politicians and police not workers too, may I ask? Why the discriminations against the citizens who want to celebrate the workers day peacefully? Is the country so bankrupted with reality and choose to be blind to her people’s rights? It is evidently so!
The deprivation of the avenue with the intimidating presence of the police to seal off Dataran Merdeka is too much for the people to swallow.
Bravo to the courageous people who detoured to the Chinese Assembly Hall passing through China town with a simple message – Down With GST!.
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