8.15pm - Opening speech by delCapo follows by James. Soon after James took over the mic, received a phone call that there's a batallion of police and FRU heading towards the vigil ground. The message were conveyed to delCapo and then to James where he announces to the vigilers.
8.20pm - Just then, down the horizon emerge the battalion of police marching towards the crowd. Soon the vigilers were surrounded by the police (trap between the building entrance and the police). Should there's an arrest, there's no where anyone could escape. The officer in-charge announce thru a loud hailer that this assembly is illegal and gave us 5 min to disperse or else risk arrest. Some vigilers took the police advice and left while most stayed. Sing Negaraku and disperse within the 5 min timeframe.
8.26pm - The last of the two vigilers started to leave ground zero. By 8.30pm what's remains were the whole of the police force and FRUs stood guard.
8.35pm - The police officers dismissed and started leaving ground zero, heading toward Jalan Yong Shook Lin before turning left for PJ Police Station. Kudos to Selangor CPO for the job well done in dispersing peaceful vigilers.(Exactly two month ago on the 9th November 2008 incident, 23 were arrested within this vicinity where police brutality were witness by the whole county, click the URl to view. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLs3ZlKqh5U ). Must have been the most hardworking CPO in Malaysia.
8.36pm - The battalion of police (which out numbered the vigiler by at least 2:1 ratio) marches back to PJ Police station just a stone throw away. At 9.15pm three raiders still stood guard at T-junction along Jalan Yong Shook Lin leading to Dewan Sivik, probably worry that the vigilers might regroup again.
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Tuesday, 13 January 2009
Monday, 5 January 2009
SIAPAKAH LEGENDA?
Pelbagai ragam manusia telah aku temui setelah menghadiri perhimpunan aman yang diadakan di dua buah tempat yang berbeza. Pengalaman manis dan pahit ini telah menambatkan kesan mendalam yang tidak mungkin boleh diracik dari sanubariku. Apatah lagi aku berpeluang bertemu dengan para wira negara walaupun dalam kaca mata pihak tertentu, mereka merupakan pengkhianat yang amat digeruni.
Aku sangat bertuah kerana dapat mengenali seorang pejuang yang berpegang teguh kepada keyakinan dan kepercayaaannya. Pengorbanannya yang menakjubkan telah menjadikan dirinya sebagai seorang penulis blog yang dikenali ramai di seluruh pelosok dunia, sementelahannya kesanggupan beliau dipenjarakan demi mempertahankan hak asasinya sebagai seorang penulis.
Aku sering bertanyakan kendiri tentang ciri-ciri seorang legenda. Adakah seseorang itu hanya boleh dianggap sebagai legenda selepas kematiannya atau semasa degupan jantungnya masih kencang? Sekiranya seseorang boleh dipanggil sedemikian kerana perjuangannya menentang penjajah demi negara, bagaimana pula halnya sekiranya beliau berjuang menentang kerajaannya sendiri demi generasi akan datang? Persoalan-persoalan tersebut sering menari-nari di dalam kotak fikiranku. Aku tidak menyangkal kenyataan bahawa setiap orang mempunyai tafsiran yang berbeza tetapi bagiku, beliaulah seorang yang harus dikenali sebagai seorang legenda dan tokoh dalam ertikata yang sebenar.
Pada hakikatnya, beliau bukan sahaja memainkan peranan yang penting, malah mengambil langkah yang berani dalam usahanya untuk menyedarkan rakyat jelata tentang penindasan yang dikenakan ke atas mereka. Kesetiaan beliau terserlah apabila beliau enggan bertolak-ansur kendatipun ditawarkan dengan segala kemewahan yang boleh dikecapinya. Walaupun telah dan mungkin akan dipenjarakan lagi, beliau tidak tunduk kepada ketakutannya sendiri untuk menulis bahan bacaan yang mencabar fikiran dan menghidangkan fakta untuk dijamu oleh kita sekalian.
Aku juga sangat bertuah kerana dapat mengenali seorang wanita yang boleh memberi kekuatan kepada sesiapa sahaja yang mengenalinya. Semasa beliau berucap di perhimpunan aman, senyuman dan kata-katanya sering disulami dengan keikhlasan, keprihatinan serta kesabaran yang boleh mencairkan hati setiap pendengar.
Aku terserempak dengannya semasa suaminya masih berada di dalam penjara. Lemparan pandangannya kepadaku menjadikan aku terkaku. Lidahku menjadi kelu dan kata-kata semangat yang seharusnya diberikan kepadanya tiba-tiba lenyap dalam ingatanku. Aneh sekali, air mukanya langsung tidak memaparkan rasa untuk meraih simpati, malah memberi keyakinan dan kekuatan kepadaku untuk menempuhi cabaran hidup.
Aku cuba mengorak langkah dan menampilkan diri untuk berbual dengannya namun kakiku terasa berat sekali. Aku khuatir penampilan diriku akan mencetuskan satu penolakan yang tidak dapat aku terima. Cukuplah sekadar mengetahui bahawa dirinya dikerumuni dengan sokongan yang tidak berbelah bahagi.
Namun aku sedih kerana terlambat mengenali seorang jejaka yang telah kembali ke rahmatullah. Apabila aku mengetahui bagaimana beliau terpaksa meminjam wang untuk memberi sokongan kepada pihak tertentu, aku terpegun. Aku terpegun kerana pengorbanannya begitu besar sekali. Aku terpegun kerana sifatnya yang langsung tidak mementingkan diri sendiri. Aku juga terpegun dengan apa yang dilakukan atas nama perjuangan.
Aku hairan dengan kesanggupanku menitiskan air mata kerananya. Aku tahu titisan air mataku memang berbaloi. Aku cuba menyelami kehidupan dan pemikirannya, tetapi aku gagal kerana perjuanganku tidak setandingnya. Memang perselarian kami jauh sekali. Aku berharap nescaya satu hari nanti, perjuangannya akan membawa kesedaran kepada semua penduduk di negara ini.
Aku tahu sekiranya ini adalah suratan takdir, siapakah aku menafikan penghakimanNya. Sepeninggalannya dari dunia ini, aku bertekad untuk tidak mensia-siakan sisa baki hidupku ini dengan mendiamkan diri. Aku akan meluahkan perasaanku selagi hayat aku masih ada kerana kemungkinan esok, giliranku pula tiba untuk bertemu dengan Pencipta alam semesta.
Namamu akan tersemat di dalam hatiku. Selamat tinggal Syukree.
Aku sangat bertuah kerana dapat mengenali seorang pejuang yang berpegang teguh kepada keyakinan dan kepercayaaannya. Pengorbanannya yang menakjubkan telah menjadikan dirinya sebagai seorang penulis blog yang dikenali ramai di seluruh pelosok dunia, sementelahannya kesanggupan beliau dipenjarakan demi mempertahankan hak asasinya sebagai seorang penulis.
Aku sering bertanyakan kendiri tentang ciri-ciri seorang legenda. Adakah seseorang itu hanya boleh dianggap sebagai legenda selepas kematiannya atau semasa degupan jantungnya masih kencang? Sekiranya seseorang boleh dipanggil sedemikian kerana perjuangannya menentang penjajah demi negara, bagaimana pula halnya sekiranya beliau berjuang menentang kerajaannya sendiri demi generasi akan datang? Persoalan-persoalan tersebut sering menari-nari di dalam kotak fikiranku. Aku tidak menyangkal kenyataan bahawa setiap orang mempunyai tafsiran yang berbeza tetapi bagiku, beliaulah seorang yang harus dikenali sebagai seorang legenda dan tokoh dalam ertikata yang sebenar.
Pada hakikatnya, beliau bukan sahaja memainkan peranan yang penting, malah mengambil langkah yang berani dalam usahanya untuk menyedarkan rakyat jelata tentang penindasan yang dikenakan ke atas mereka. Kesetiaan beliau terserlah apabila beliau enggan bertolak-ansur kendatipun ditawarkan dengan segala kemewahan yang boleh dikecapinya. Walaupun telah dan mungkin akan dipenjarakan lagi, beliau tidak tunduk kepada ketakutannya sendiri untuk menulis bahan bacaan yang mencabar fikiran dan menghidangkan fakta untuk dijamu oleh kita sekalian.
Aku juga sangat bertuah kerana dapat mengenali seorang wanita yang boleh memberi kekuatan kepada sesiapa sahaja yang mengenalinya. Semasa beliau berucap di perhimpunan aman, senyuman dan kata-katanya sering disulami dengan keikhlasan, keprihatinan serta kesabaran yang boleh mencairkan hati setiap pendengar.
Aku terserempak dengannya semasa suaminya masih berada di dalam penjara. Lemparan pandangannya kepadaku menjadikan aku terkaku. Lidahku menjadi kelu dan kata-kata semangat yang seharusnya diberikan kepadanya tiba-tiba lenyap dalam ingatanku. Aneh sekali, air mukanya langsung tidak memaparkan rasa untuk meraih simpati, malah memberi keyakinan dan kekuatan kepadaku untuk menempuhi cabaran hidup.
Aku cuba mengorak langkah dan menampilkan diri untuk berbual dengannya namun kakiku terasa berat sekali. Aku khuatir penampilan diriku akan mencetuskan satu penolakan yang tidak dapat aku terima. Cukuplah sekadar mengetahui bahawa dirinya dikerumuni dengan sokongan yang tidak berbelah bahagi.
Namun aku sedih kerana terlambat mengenali seorang jejaka yang telah kembali ke rahmatullah. Apabila aku mengetahui bagaimana beliau terpaksa meminjam wang untuk memberi sokongan kepada pihak tertentu, aku terpegun. Aku terpegun kerana pengorbanannya begitu besar sekali. Aku terpegun kerana sifatnya yang langsung tidak mementingkan diri sendiri. Aku juga terpegun dengan apa yang dilakukan atas nama perjuangan.
Aku hairan dengan kesanggupanku menitiskan air mata kerananya. Aku tahu titisan air mataku memang berbaloi. Aku cuba menyelami kehidupan dan pemikirannya, tetapi aku gagal kerana perjuanganku tidak setandingnya. Memang perselarian kami jauh sekali. Aku berharap nescaya satu hari nanti, perjuangannya akan membawa kesedaran kepada semua penduduk di negara ini.
Aku tahu sekiranya ini adalah suratan takdir, siapakah aku menafikan penghakimanNya. Sepeninggalannya dari dunia ini, aku bertekad untuk tidak mensia-siakan sisa baki hidupku ini dengan mendiamkan diri. Aku akan meluahkan perasaanku selagi hayat aku masih ada kerana kemungkinan esok, giliranku pula tiba untuk bertemu dengan Pencipta alam semesta.
Namamu akan tersemat di dalam hatiku. Selamat tinggal Syukree.
Article contributed by PY
Tuesday, 30 December 2008
Nearest Is Dearest – Estrelita Soliano Grosse
I have met many women of worth, and I want to continue to meet them because they leave the deepest impression upon me. They have the gifted sense of humour and blessed with wisdom, and most of all, they are sure of themselves.
The candlelight vigil has brought me a new horizon to look at things and people at a broader perspective and to gather friendship that I have not dreamt of. The Anak Bangsa Malaysia is a wonderful connotation to “race” which I find it extremely comfortable to mingle with the crowd that shares the similar feeling.
To write about women, I have a fond memory of my mother. When a woman is aware of her worth and she is confident about whom she is then something wonderful occurs - she rejoices in her femininity and does not wallow in self-pity.
A woman of worth knows that she would not succumb to despondency, but by knowing where to look to find her authentic self which is the key to overcome all the obstacles that once thought impossible.
But because she knows her own worth, she is able to live a full, splendid life with many friends to surround her or come in contact with in the most incredible ways. Let me share with you this special lady whom will be at the vigil, comes rain or shine.
The candlelight vigil has brought me a new horizon to look at things and people at a broader perspective and to gather friendship that I have not dreamt of. The Anak Bangsa Malaysia is a wonderful connotation to “race” which I find it extremely comfortable to mingle with the crowd that shares the similar feeling.
To write about women, I have a fond memory of my mother. When a woman is aware of her worth and she is confident about whom she is then something wonderful occurs - she rejoices in her femininity and does not wallow in self-pity.
A woman of worth knows that she would not succumb to despondency, but by knowing where to look to find her authentic self which is the key to overcome all the obstacles that once thought impossible.
But because she knows her own worth, she is able to live a full, splendid life with many friends to surround her or come in contact with in the most incredible ways. Let me share with you this special lady whom will be at the vigil, comes rain or shine.
Twelve vigils have passed by and I have never missed this particular lady who has religiously attended every vigil without failed. Other men and ladies are the regulars too, but Lita stands out because she is just as busy as I am with a camera of her own. We bumped into each other so often that at certain times we became transparent to each other. From a nodding acquaintance to comradeship is worth more than a thousand words despite the short duration at each vigil to spin a yarn.
We exchanged smiles to acknowledge our presence and followed by a few “Hi”. Soon, we exchanged a few words and that was how I got to know her lucky man, Stephen. Lita is what she is fondly called is actually Estrelita Soliano Grosse. She possesses the quality of a woman and there is no doubt about it!
Those who know her will acknowledge that she is one special lady who will spend a fair amount of time with those around her and enjoy doing it. We all have the honour of meeting you and Stephen in the many vigils and more to come. Let us all feel good and blessed in all the vigils!
The candlelight vigil is a congregation of binding ourselves (intellectually or emotionally) to a worthy course that we believe in.
Article contributed by Eye Spy
Tuesday, 23 December 2008
What Is A real Man Made Of?
Rambo is a real man in tinseltown, a man with bulging muscles and a man with a serrated knife – he creates havoc to his enemies. In the surreal world, Rambo has created a character to be admired as the man he should be in the movies.
Men who walk around in tight fitting attire exhibiting their bulky loads of muscles and women under each arm are the real men too, but just a fancy in their make believe world. Psst, take a look at their faces please! Driving fast cars with branded sunglasses, the world is theirs because we are suppose to make way for them. It seems they are the only ones who pay road tax.
However, what I have is a comfortable car that can still provide me the uninterrupted journey to my destinations, and my woman who will stand by me - come what may. This is my world and I love it! But there are still many things missing in my life. I want to live in the real world which is more interesting and exciting than any fictional world that is so deceiving.
One of my desires is to learn how to be a real man. To be a real man who is not easily swayed by sight but have the conviction and to translate values into actions. My search was not in vain because in the journey itself I have found a teacher.
That special day was 08 September 2007. After listening to him, I felt a wonderful surge of chi (energy) and it began to harness my belief that he is the man to make the needed change. From that day on, I stalked him, literally speaking. I observed intently and tried to sneak into his thinking faculty and I saw a man who is steadfast to his beliefs and stubborn as he could be to what he thinks is right. One thing has put me to shame is that I am of his age but in no way I could stand shoulder to shoulder with him, except to write what is from my heart unreservedly.
Who is this man who has the strength to say what he believes in and what his heart feels that could make others feel inside?
Who is this man who has the power of compassion that lies within that he could make people see what they should see?
And who is this man who has the modesty for the lowest of the society by stretching his hand to give hope to live for another day?
People, I am talking about Raja Petra Kamaruddin or RPK which has become a household name.
HE may not win the most votes on American Idol but make no mistake about it - RPK is a bona fide Malaysian icon. He is one of the most important Malaysian thinkers today because his anxieties reflect the anxieties of the intelligentsia. This has tugged at my heart and what amazes me is his ability to take it to the ground and connect with the people beyond colours and creeds.
To be afraid is reason enough to do what we are afraid of, and to hide one’s fear is to fall out from one’s real self. So by facing fear, a real man experiences the peace within. So no one should feel weak, depressed or lonely. Just look at him sneering at absurdity will tell you that the system stinks to high heaven!
Men who walk around in tight fitting attire exhibiting their bulky loads of muscles and women under each arm are the real men too, but just a fancy in their make believe world. Psst, take a look at their faces please! Driving fast cars with branded sunglasses, the world is theirs because we are suppose to make way for them. It seems they are the only ones who pay road tax.
However, what I have is a comfortable car that can still provide me the uninterrupted journey to my destinations, and my woman who will stand by me - come what may. This is my world and I love it! But there are still many things missing in my life. I want to live in the real world which is more interesting and exciting than any fictional world that is so deceiving.
One of my desires is to learn how to be a real man. To be a real man who is not easily swayed by sight but have the conviction and to translate values into actions. My search was not in vain because in the journey itself I have found a teacher.
That special day was 08 September 2007. After listening to him, I felt a wonderful surge of chi (energy) and it began to harness my belief that he is the man to make the needed change. From that day on, I stalked him, literally speaking. I observed intently and tried to sneak into his thinking faculty and I saw a man who is steadfast to his beliefs and stubborn as he could be to what he thinks is right. One thing has put me to shame is that I am of his age but in no way I could stand shoulder to shoulder with him, except to write what is from my heart unreservedly.
Who is this man who has the strength to say what he believes in and what his heart feels that could make others feel inside?
Who is this man who has the power of compassion that lies within that he could make people see what they should see?
And who is this man who has the modesty for the lowest of the society by stretching his hand to give hope to live for another day?
People, I am talking about Raja Petra Kamaruddin or RPK which has become a household name.
HE may not win the most votes on American Idol but make no mistake about it - RPK is a bona fide Malaysian icon. He is one of the most important Malaysian thinkers today because his anxieties reflect the anxieties of the intelligentsia. This has tugged at my heart and what amazes me is his ability to take it to the ground and connect with the people beyond colours and creeds.
To be afraid is reason enough to do what we are afraid of, and to hide one’s fear is to fall out from one’s real self. So by facing fear, a real man experiences the peace within. So no one should feel weak, depressed or lonely. Just look at him sneering at absurdity will tell you that the system stinks to high heaven!
He is solid inside and is therefore not afraid to be vulnerable on the outside. A real man knows when to be tough. And when his rights or that of others who are being violated, he acts courageously, as a matter of principle, and not just of false pride. Stressing his point on incredulity, a thousand word is painted on his face.
Like my brothers and sisters in the candlelight vigil, we want to be the real people who do not need combatant stance for a purpose, but with loyalty to the cause by not being afraid. A real person is therefore one who has the inner strength and wisdom to distinguish between what is right or wrong even in the most difficult situation. Our solid stands amongst ourselves shield us from the vulnerability on the outside. We are the people who can appreciate RPK without feeling less of a man. This is what the great feeling is all about!
My only regret is that, I know this man a little too late but the consolation is that, it is not too little. To sum up how he has been subjugated to intimidations and his solitude behind the walls of Kamunting, I have the carefully chosen words to describe the whole scenario.
In the midst of the clouded mind, the men in power see not themselves but deceptions and foolery. The apogee of power that wields at will is the piecemeal power of intimidations the desperados will descend to a deranged level. No matter how excruciating it may seem to be, yet it makes this Real Man to take it to his stride - this is The Real Man everyone knows as RPK!
“A man cannot die well unless he lives well,
Like my brothers and sisters in the candlelight vigil, we want to be the real people who do not need combatant stance for a purpose, but with loyalty to the cause by not being afraid. A real person is therefore one who has the inner strength and wisdom to distinguish between what is right or wrong even in the most difficult situation. Our solid stands amongst ourselves shield us from the vulnerability on the outside. We are the people who can appreciate RPK without feeling less of a man. This is what the great feeling is all about!
My only regret is that, I know this man a little too late but the consolation is that, it is not too little. To sum up how he has been subjugated to intimidations and his solitude behind the walls of Kamunting, I have the carefully chosen words to describe the whole scenario.
In the midst of the clouded mind, the men in power see not themselves but deceptions and foolery. The apogee of power that wields at will is the piecemeal power of intimidations the desperados will descend to a deranged level. No matter how excruciating it may seem to be, yet it makes this Real Man to take it to his stride - this is The Real Man everyone knows as RPK!
“A man cannot die well unless he lives well,
and I want to die well!”
Article Contributed by Eye Spy
The Arms
The Arms – that show the way.
What we all know is that the arm is the limb that joins the shoulder to the hand. No sirree! I am not trying to insult your intelligence about anatomy. Lift your arm high when the needs arise and this is the very arm that is the symbol of your cnviction to the cause you are fighting for!
Around the world, we know that any government can ignore one person or one group, but they cannot ignore more and more people speaking out on critical issues. With this very arm, people like you and me will stretch it high for the call to respect human rights.
We no longer need a parental government to tell us what to do. I am proud to be part of the people that refuses to submit to unnatural limits on our most basic freedom - the freedom to assemble with a harmless little white candle. If lighting a candle is illegal then it is only a temporary “breach” of such absurdity, but the light must keep shining.
We no longer need a parental government to tell us what to do. I am proud to be part of the people that refuses to submit to unnatural limits on our most basic freedom - the freedom to assemble with a harmless little white candle. If lighting a candle is illegal then it is only a temporary “breach” of such absurdity, but the light must keep shining.
The arm that holds the light is the arm of freedom to shine for those who chose to be blind. Our basic human rights are in critical condition; autocrats have violated the freedom of our thinking and speech. If we do not join in and get involved and we don’t even think about it after we go home, can we still be saved from such absurdity of violation?
Malaysians are peaceful and cultured and let not the social fabric of cohesiveness be destroyed by allowing our rights to be taken away. The call for redemption will not see the light by then.Every ordinary person starts by doing a small thing. Such small thing is from our conscience apparently endowed by Nature as our birthright to breathe the same air and walk the same journey as any person should.
The day will come when I turn to my left and right, I see only my brothers and sisters beyond their colours and creeds. This will truly be Malaysia where the people have created a New World Order that will herald a thousand years of peace and freedom.
Let the light shines in the dark and even a small glitter will show the way. What more if thousand folds that keep burning with a tsunami of overwhelming glow that are lifted by just our arms? A moment of reflection is just what we need to think sincerely if we are truly the Malaysians that we should be!
Contributed By Eye Spy
MARINA LEE ABDULLAH
Marina Lee Abdullah
Love is passionate and deep. It will drive you to do crazy things for each other, be it madness or being acrobatic. But loving a person is actually by knowing all the faults, knowing the good and the bad and still choosing to be together – that is love.
Many of us do not have first-hand knowledge of what married life entails. But I have thought long and hard about it. And I am ready for whatever it may bring – it brought me three wonderful children.
Many of us should consider ourselves insanely lucky to have found the woman who fits beautifully in our life.
The saddest moment in a married life is when we start to take each other for granted. What more when the little bubbling cutie arrives year after year? Time is stretched unbearably with the unending chores and the circle of friend dwindles to a miserably few. With the grace of God, we will live to be grandparents but most of us will see their children leaving the nest to roast on their own. This is when we have to learn to bear the silence each day without hearing their voices.
Any woman is an inspiration to the heart and gives meaning to all the things in life that are frequently left unexplained. The strength of a woman lies deeply within her soul and it is from the depths of that soul, where pain and frustration are often times hidden. So, men will have to salute women for their strength, their power, and the unique abilities that make them what they are. Marina Lee Abdullah is this breed of a woman.
It is futile to spend hours upon hours mulling it over in our heads, trying to make sense of it because she is right before our eyes.
When the inevitable moment comes which make it seems so hopeless and endless, just stretch out your hand in the dark and you will feel her beside you. Her warmth saturates in the lonely air, unseen but soothing. Then, lay your head between her bosoms and listen to the medley of her heartbeat vibrating into your ears. It will be a whole new world to feel the love of your woman to roam unbridled among the myriad of stars in your imagination.
Love is passionate and deep. It will drive you to do crazy things for each other, be it madness or being acrobatic. But loving a person is actually by knowing all the faults, knowing the good and the bad and still choosing to be together – that is love.
Many of us do not have first-hand knowledge of what married life entails. But I have thought long and hard about it. And I am ready for whatever it may bring – it brought me three wonderful children.
Many of us should consider ourselves insanely lucky to have found the woman who fits beautifully in our life.
The saddest moment in a married life is when we start to take each other for granted. What more when the little bubbling cutie arrives year after year? Time is stretched unbearably with the unending chores and the circle of friend dwindles to a miserably few. With the grace of God, we will live to be grandparents but most of us will see their children leaving the nest to roast on their own. This is when we have to learn to bear the silence each day without hearing their voices.
Any woman is an inspiration to the heart and gives meaning to all the things in life that are frequently left unexplained. The strength of a woman lies deeply within her soul and it is from the depths of that soul, where pain and frustration are often times hidden. So, men will have to salute women for their strength, their power, and the unique abilities that make them what they are. Marina Lee Abdullah is this breed of a woman.
"I just want him home"
It is futile to spend hours upon hours mulling it over in our heads, trying to make sense of it because she is right before our eyes.
When the inevitable moment comes which make it seems so hopeless and endless, just stretch out your hand in the dark and you will feel her beside you. Her warmth saturates in the lonely air, unseen but soothing. Then, lay your head between her bosoms and listen to the medley of her heartbeat vibrating into your ears. It will be a whole new world to feel the love of your woman to roam unbridled among the myriad of stars in your imagination.
Man will never be alone even in the most trying situation, because she is always there to stand by him.
--------"Salsa anyone" --------------Marina never alone ]---------------- As I was saying..."
[ Tears of Joy ]
[ God bless ]
Article Contributed By Eye Spy.
Walking The whole Nine Yards [Bernard khoo]
Each time I wear a T-shirt with the bold imprint that call for a certain protest, I am looked at with cynicism and most of all, their pout lips with their eyes rolling up the ceiling. Initially, I was offended and wished that I could wring their necks.
Today, it does bother me a bit at all. What I am doing and where I am going is my prerogative, no question about it. I want to be counted against the absurdity of the ruling hypocritical “elites” on ordinary people like me. I am heading to the venue that can help me hold my head high.
If my father could volunteer himself to be a home-guard officer in the post Japanese Occupation of Malaya, and brought food on the table as well, what I could do now is just a minnow compare to his patriotism and that of his comrades of their time.
I want to be like my father who would even stand in the fire for a good cause of human dignity, and now, I want to touch the heart of the “elites” that have almost turned to stone with a little white candle.
Whether ordinary folks in this contemporary have awakened from their slumber of comfort zone or otherwise, the truth to such killing of the belief to stand united is purely ignorant.
There are stories of brave men and women who sent ripples of impact upon millions of people are easily found in the history books. New history has to be written today, the history for the future generation to know that his or her parents or grandparents had once held the little white candle that paved a new horizon of hope that turned to reality for them to be recognized as Anak Bangsa Malaysia.
The ordinary folks are those with enduring faith and boundless patience that compel them to rise to the occasion to earn the respect of being unafraid. We are unafraid because we love our Jalur Gemilang – the symbol of peace and the love of our country.
All ordinary folks should walk the whole nine yards with Bernard Khoo. He is an exemplary man standing tall to his belief and by stretching his hands out to reach those who are willing to hold his.
There are untold tales about Bernard - his passion and fortitude. He would never refuse to give anyone his warm hug be it man, woman or child. His hug is the symbol of friendship that glows like embers waiting to be fanned by the gust of courage to spark into a flame of unity. He stood his ground and such fortitude coming from a grandfather is hard to come by at any standard from men his age.
Today, it does bother me a bit at all. What I am doing and where I am going is my prerogative, no question about it. I want to be counted against the absurdity of the ruling hypocritical “elites” on ordinary people like me. I am heading to the venue that can help me hold my head high.
If my father could volunteer himself to be a home-guard officer in the post Japanese Occupation of Malaya, and brought food on the table as well, what I could do now is just a minnow compare to his patriotism and that of his comrades of their time.
I want to be like my father who would even stand in the fire for a good cause of human dignity, and now, I want to touch the heart of the “elites” that have almost turned to stone with a little white candle.
Whether ordinary folks in this contemporary have awakened from their slumber of comfort zone or otherwise, the truth to such killing of the belief to stand united is purely ignorant.
There are stories of brave men and women who sent ripples of impact upon millions of people are easily found in the history books. New history has to be written today, the history for the future generation to know that his or her parents or grandparents had once held the little white candle that paved a new horizon of hope that turned to reality for them to be recognized as Anak Bangsa Malaysia.
The ordinary folks are those with enduring faith and boundless patience that compel them to rise to the occasion to earn the respect of being unafraid. We are unafraid because we love our Jalur Gemilang – the symbol of peace and the love of our country.
All ordinary folks should walk the whole nine yards with Bernard Khoo. He is an exemplary man standing tall to his belief and by stretching his hands out to reach those who are willing to hold his.
There are untold tales about Bernard - his passion and fortitude. He would never refuse to give anyone his warm hug be it man, woman or child. His hug is the symbol of friendship that glows like embers waiting to be fanned by the gust of courage to spark into a flame of unity. He stood his ground and such fortitude coming from a grandfather is hard to come by at any standard from men his age.
His familiar face is all about town. And what the eye of my camera could see is his “greatest gift” which is missing in many of us.The greatest gift we can have is the unwavering consciousness on whatever we want to do or believe in. When the belief is harnessed with conscience, then conviction becomes the yardstick to help us to overcome all “man made” obstacles along the way.
To Bernard Khoo, the message is pure and simple. Your generation of comrades will come forward with their little white candles because they will not let you walk alone. The people who will walk with you the whole nine yards salute you sir, because you are who you are. Please lead on brother.
Article contributed by Eye Spy
Vigil Children Let It Be
Love truly comes in every colour like the rainbow with a kaleidoscope of variety, diversity and joy. I love to walk down the memory lane with a recollection of those childish delights which I often cherish that will go into raptures in the years to come.A good way to start thinking like a child is to abandon our judgment and knowledge of what is practical and starts asking playful questions and give playful answers. Tell a child that you want to go “si si” instead of clearing your bladder. Tell a child that you want
to “mum mum” instead of eating and tell a child that you want to “oui oui” instead of sleeping. Try it on your spouse and you will end up in Tanjong Rambutan (Hospital Bahagia) because you have too many ripe “rambutans” hanging within reach.When I was a child, I yearned to be in an adult’s world, and when I am an adult I know it is more meaningful to be a child. For all their innocence and wonder, I know children may not obey but they will listen unlike an adult who might lead himself astray. Like flowers and blossoms that attract the bumble bees, children attract LOVE.
EyeSpy took a peek into a child’s mind from the face that hides no lies. His dedication is to all the children at the candlelight vigil.
Papa, will the flame burn my hands?
He smiles and shakes his head to say no,
Because her Papa knows a child speaks like a child, thinks like a child and does like a child.
Mama, why my candle becomes shorter?
She smiles and squats to her height,
Because her Mama knows the child grows as fast like a shortened candle will be to know the meaning of the lights.
Papa, why my friends have no candles?
He looks around and pats her head,
Because her Papa knows they have their candles burning brilliantly in their hearts too.
Mama, why we hold the candles?
With her palms on her child’s cheeks,
And in teary eyes her Mama knows the ignorance of a child will be the wisdom to glow like the lights
(Then she turns to me)
Uncle, why you are not holding a candle?
I arch over and whisper into her ears,
She looks up at me with tilted head and in dilated eyes from what she hears, “Love, you are the flame that will keep shining in everyone’s heart.”
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He smiles and shakes his head to say no,
Because her Papa knows a child speaks like a child, thinks like a child and does like a child.
Mama, why my candle becomes shorter?
She smiles and squats to her height,
Because her Mama knows the child grows as fast like a shortened candle will be to know the meaning of the lights.
Papa, why my friends have no candles?
He looks around and pats her head,
Because her Papa knows they have their candles burning brilliantly in their hearts too.
Mama, why we hold the candles?
With her palms on her child’s cheeks,
And in teary eyes her Mama knows the ignorance of a child will be the wisdom to glow like the lights
(Then she turns to me)
Uncle, why you are not holding a candle?
I arch over and whisper into her ears,
She looks up at me with tilted head and in dilated eyes from what she hears, “Love, you are the flame that will keep shining in everyone’s heart.”
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Adults should know that the best way to reach children with this message is not only to "talk the talk," but also to "walk the walk." To show love, is to receive love and children can feel it. You will agree because we were children once and now we are the “overgrown” children who still need to give and receive love.
When we see them laugh, we see a beautiful world of ignorance comes to life. And when we see them cry, our hearts melt like a candle wax beyond salvage. We must not allow their gentle spirits to be clouded by our turmoil and do not let them see no love about them. We have to allow them to see hope, compassion and value in life because children are a joy that bring smiles to touch even the coldest heart.
When we see them laugh, we see a beautiful world of ignorance comes to life. And when we see them cry, our hearts melt like a candle wax beyond salvage. We must not allow their gentle spirits to be clouded by our turmoil and do not let them see no love about them. We have to allow them to see hope, compassion and value in life because children are a joy that bring smiles to touch even the coldest heart.
Children learn what they live
Children live what they learn
Show them the way to love in their hearts
And they will find out in the world.
(Taken from the album of Desiderata)
Article Contributed by Eye Spy
The Distant Run
Yes, I am a senior citizen who is worth the distant run. Do not take senior citizens for granted by constantly criticizing them for every conceivable deficiency of the modern world, be it real or imaginary. They have so much to share and you can learn from them in order to understand them.
No matter how you conceive the senior citizens to be, always bear in mind that they are emotional with age and they need attention from their loved ones. No matter how difficult at times it may seem to be, stretch your patience a little and you will make a world of difference in his life. What you are looking at now is the reflection of you when your time comes to be one.
Do you know that some senior citizens do share some common traits? You be the judge then.
He is usually interested in going home before he could get to where he is going.
He is awake many hours before his body allows him to get up.
He is smiling all the time because he can't hear a damn thing you are saying.
He is very good at telling stories; over and over and over until you drop off the chair.
He will say that other people's grandchildren are not as cute as his.
He will tell you how to keep healthy like the physique he has, but the truth is that his various organs need transplant, so to speak.
When you have not done well, he will start telling you, “When I was young…”
Why is that senior citizens speak more or less the same “language” and not tired of it? Simple, they are cute my friends! And I like to be cute too because I am one of them! So please bear with us if we happen to get out of line.Senior citizens having given their most active years to the society working in various capacities and now they deserved special consideration by society at large and the government in particular.
Their capabilities have also further the betterment of the society through years of contributions and most of all nurturing their children to be what they are today. Will they ask for your financial support? Will they want to see you fail? Will they want to see you waste your life away? My dear friends, the questions are endless and the answers to the three heartfelt questions are plain NO.
Let me share with you a little secret and when you are in a moment of silence, please give a thought about it.
They want your love and a little attention that you can spare. Allow them to grow old gracefully because they may slip into their second childhood inevitably. By then, your love and care for them should be on your willing shoulders to bear because they will be waiting for you to help them through those lonely years.
You will see with your own eyes that what you will have to do for them is what they had done for you when you were too young to understand, and most of all so ignorant. If only you could remember your first fall trying to walk; and how they rushed to lift you up and cajoled you to try one more time; and how you were mollycoddled after that. Of course you could not remember! This is the test of your love for them when they start to make their first “fall”. By then, will they be asking too much or will they be receiving too little wanting to be with you?
Take a look around you and you may see for yourself those who are lucky, and those who are not. Some are living in seclusion into their twilight years. Need I have to say more?
For too many years, the senior citizens had being keeping too quiet. Now, they have emerged to lend their support for a good cause. They may not have so much time left to do what is not for themselves but for their children and their children’s children. Their faces fill with wisdom and compassion, are the faces that we should not forget with time.
Dear friends, come out and light the little white candles with them. Make the candles glow brilliantly in the dark forever and ever in your heart.
Quote: Whatever good I can do, let me do it now for I may not pass this way again.
Article Contributed By Eye Spy
Angela Ooi
Turning back the pages of time, the reminiscence could be too nostalgic in the rock and roll era of the sixties. Teenagers at that contemporary were brutally honest about themselves looking for clean fun and what they had was mostly house party for fraternizing.
But for the “real” oldies at that time, I could still remember asking my father why those neighbourhood uncles were carrying walking-sticks when they could still walk without one. Like a naïve teenager, I was made to believe that when one had retired, the walking stick was the “symbolic announcement” that they were willing to seep into sedentary life. Can’t blame them could we? The truth to the matter is that, there was nothing much to do then, at their age and at their time.
These days, many know that life does not grind to a halt until they hit 60 - I guess far from it. Many of them keep working well into their seventies, while retirees will volunteer, travel, and enjoy an active lifestyle their parents never imagined.
The oldies are still feeling great, and they want to look great too. Mature men and women are ready to reduce the wrinkles and sagging of age, but not “that’s that” to life!
Those who were in their teens and twenties in the 1960s are now reaching retirement or have retired. They are determined to enjoy life in a different way. Not only they could dance the off-beat cha cha, or the cha cha or even the rock and roll, mind you, some of them could rap and do the “moonwalk” to give Mikaeel (Michael Jackson) a run for his money. Do you dig it?
But, where are they - the oldies? Ah ha! You will be able to catch them at the candlelight vigil. More and more of them are emerging from the comfort of their homes to stand with the crowd and be counted for a good cause.
People, let me introduce you Angela Ooi – the livewire among the oldies.
She has so much enthusiasm and energy, and nothing seems able to stop her. There will never be a dull moment with her around. However, I have to give you all a fair warning. Make sure you have a strong heart and you have to be ready to get arrested for disturbing the peace with her around. Do you dig it? Oh boy, I love this “dig it” lingo.
In person, Angela has a bubbly personality. Her son, Kenny is with her most of the time to ensure she don’t cha cha off the beat. I guess not. To me, Kenny is caring and Angela should be proud of him. Well, mother and son speak volume for itself. I met Angela and her gang in Seremban in their first candlelight vigil. I must admit that my heart went “kaboom”. Don’t get me wrong, this so call “kaboom” made me aware that she has what it takes to be a woman her age – straight as an arrow, brutally honest about herself and the most important of all, to be who she is without wearing a mask.
Her initiative to spearhead the Seremban candlelight vigil has brought much hope and unity to the Seremban folks who want to stand with her in this good cause. We are proud of you Angela!
The strangest thing of all happened. We sat in the same police truck on the 09 November night, unlike those in a love boat sailing under the moonlight to uncharted waters of romance, but for us with anxiety to the police station instead. While the police truck punctuated along, I knew I had a newfound sister just like the other newfound brothers travelling together in darkness.
By the way folks, Angela and I are of the same age and from the same kampong – Penang. The candlelight vigil has brought us a new friendship that will remain as perennial as the meadow grass.
Contributed By Eye Spy
HARIS IBRAHIM
Haris Ibrahim
For years, I have been looking and observing people from the eye of my camera. Each individual has a story to tell from what is in their minds projecting on their faces. The questions people ask and even the silent ones do not make much difference because what is important comes from what can be deciphered.
How important it is to me to know about virtuous people is beyond words especially those who have the humility. It is the trait profiles bulging in my archive that I have to share unreservedly. The reason for my pick is about this man whose personal values such as love and justice for the people prevail like a sore thumb.
People, I am talking about Haris Ibrahim.
I saw him weep for joy when Raja Petra emerged a free man in Shah Alam High Court. I saw him with the people in the candlelight vigils. I saw him trying hard to help people fight for the right cause. He is a selfless gentleman! We should not leave him alone but to join hands even at the most trying time we are going through.
On behalf of all who share the common truth, we salute you sir, for who you are and what you are. God blessed.
For years, I have been looking and observing people from the eye of my camera. Each individual has a story to tell from what is in their minds projecting on their faces. The questions people ask and even the silent ones do not make much difference because what is important comes from what can be deciphered.
How important it is to me to know about virtuous people is beyond words especially those who have the humility. It is the trait profiles bulging in my archive that I have to share unreservedly. The reason for my pick is about this man whose personal values such as love and justice for the people prevail like a sore thumb.
People, I am talking about Haris Ibrahim.
I saw him weep for joy when Raja Petra emerged a free man in Shah Alam High Court. I saw him with the people in the candlelight vigils. I saw him trying hard to help people fight for the right cause. He is a selfless gentleman! We should not leave him alone but to join hands even at the most trying time we are going through.
On behalf of all who share the common truth, we salute you sir, for who you are and what you are. God blessed.
Article contributed by Eye Spy
Wednesday, 17 December 2008
PJ Vigil Week 9 - RPK Hari Raya Message.
PJ Vigil Week 9: 07/12/2008. RPK address a 200 strong crowd at "Speaker's Corner" Dewan Sivik PJ.
RPK menjemput semua rakyat Malaysia dan rakan-rakan untuk berRaya bersama-sama dimalam Hari Raya ini. RPK being the host must deliver his khutubah (sermon). There are people who says that those who oppose the ISA were all the non-malays. And even those malays who oppose the ISA were westernise and cannot even speak malay. RPK will prove to them that he's not only looks malay but also speaks malay. He also menjemput rakan-rakan nya untuk memberi ucapan dalam bahasa kebangsaan kita ia itu Bahasa Malaysia, untuk membuktikan kepada kritik-kritiknya yang kita semua anak Malaysia dan kita mampu bertutur dalam Bahasa Malaysia. Mereka mengatakan yang menentang ISA itu Cina, India dan Melayu Sesat. Yang saya tahu, orang Jerman datang dari negara Jerman, orang Itali datang dari negara Itali, orang Perancis datang dari negara Perancis dan orang India datang dari negara India dan orang Cina datang dari negara China. Tapi sekiranya kita dilahir di Malaysia, kita orang Malaysia, macam mana kita boleh jadi orang India dan orang Cina? So from now on I don't want to hear any of you says, I am chinese, I am indian, I am bengali, I am khadazan, I am whatever. I just want to hear one thing from you, I am Malaysian. SAYA ANAK MALAYSIA.
Pada hari Selasa lepas 2/1/2008, 30 orang Melayu yang meyokong UMNO telah berdemostrasi didepan bangunan Bar Council (Majlis Peguam). Bila mereka ditanya "Kenapa mereka berdemontrasi didepan Bar Council" dengan tidak ada permit pulak tu. Mereka kata, "Kami berdemonstrasi menyokong ISA (Pro-ISA demonstration). Sebab mengapa mereka menyokong ISA. Mereka berkata, mereka menyokong ISA kerana hanya ISA sahaja yang boleh mempertahankan hak Melayu". Bagaimana ISA mempertahankkan hak Melayu? Saya tak tahu. Saya mengaku, saya bukannya cerdik sangat dan bukan terlalu pandai. Tapi dengan sedikit ilmu yang saya ada, dengan kejahilan saya, ignorant saya. Saya masih boleh menganalisa sekiranya 90% tahanan ISA yang duduk di Kemunting ialah orang Melayu, dua tiga saja Cina, enam tujuh saja India, bagaimana ISA boleh mempertahankan hak Melayu? Padahal ISA menyumbat Melayu masuk ke Kemunting. ISA tidak membantu Melayu, ISA tidak mempertahankan Melayu, ISA menzalimi Melayu..................To know more view videos below.
RPK Hari Raya Speech Part 1
RPK Hari Raya Speech Part 2
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