Demokrasi!

Malaysia, oh tanahairku!



A call for free and fair elections in a street demonstration was met by riot police firing tear gas and and water cannons at protestors, followed by arrests by police, puppeteered by the government.

Definisi demokrasi:
Mahasiswa takut dengan dosen
Dosen takut dengan dekan
Dekan takut dengan rektor
Rektor takut dengan menteri
Menteri takut dengan presiden
Presiden takut dengan mahasiswa

The definition of democracy:
Students fear the professor
Dosen fears the dean
Dean fears the rector
Rector fears the ministry
Ministry fears the president
President fears the students

Hor Hor I Dunno, Hor Hor Tak Tahu

Grainy Evidence Log

My dog has a way of throwing tantrums to display her cravings for attention. Her only redemption will be how cute she looks when she apologizes (ala Sophie) to Mummy and Daddy.

Cute Face

Knowledge is Power

In a recent conversation, I was assailed with a deluge of questions, all intended to be a litmus test to determine my grasp on a particular subject. The most interesting conclusion I obtained from this conversation, was not a better comprehension of the subject, but instead, an observation of male behaviour.

When I say "I don't know X", I am not saying I know nothing about X. Sometimes, I mean that I just don't know enough about X. But men, in general, tend to claim they know something that they only have an inkling about, only to give a dismal appraisal of their knowledge when asked to elaborate upon it. Having a general idea about something, does not give you bragging rights to say you know it.

But in a world where knowledge is power, and power is authority, and authority is control, and control can be absolute, perhaps I should just claim that I know it.

Road Kill

Twilight, maybe a little after. Darkness had set after all. Another long day in the laboratory. Dinner cannot wait, my tummy says. A quick call to the pizza place, to pick up my usual order of spinach bread (they have to know my order by now, occasionally with a side of garlic knots when the glutton in me kicks in). A quick detour and I whiz back home. Quick. A flash of bunny. Maybe with a white tail? Only my memory can tell now. A barely palpable bump accompanied with a sickening crack. A quick scream escapes my mouth. Rest in peace sproinger.