Cavemen-like Snow White

“Some say if we practice social distancing, all will be fine. I say it’s not about that. The concern is about maniacs whom refuses tests even when they suspected they have contracted it but goes around coughing onto everything we touch from lift buttons to trolleys to foodstuffs. It’s about the sex workers whom they engage in close proximity with. And the toddlers under their care. It’s about their presence inside the lrts, coaches, hospitals, meeting or function rooms where the air conditioning recirculates. Worse if they themselves are politicians or chefs. Then there are the protective suits that healthcare workers, civil defense and policemen needs who chanced upon them including security guards.

There are many situations to consider. Although we’d all be as fair as snow after the MCO, with cavemen length hair and insufficient vitamin D from sunlight to protect us from the virus.”

Lift the Veil

“We must all learn to lift the veil of colors and belief from our eyes so as to see beauty in diversity which engulfs us and places us into this big blue marble that won’t come again, if we fail to cherish it.

We must look at talent and sincerity, not beauty plastered on people’s faces or that which covers or adorn their body.

We need to restore sanity and sanctity by behaving nice and harmless towards everyone, and heighten our sensibility towards nature and its aroma, its sights and sounds and wonders, and be willing to accept part ownership to this globe which belongs first to they who comes before us.

With these things we do, we would hover up the ladder of Utopianism and strut forward towards achieving the idea of self governance without the interference of trying greedy governments. And stop stereotyping people according to caste, beliefs, race, states or even continents.

God gave every creature in this world he create differently sized brains and to us humans, he endows us with the biggest.

But that is for us to develop perfection, not competition and to develop charity, not scarcity so that triumph would eventually be ours so we could conquer the entire universe and witness it’s magical frontier. Ignore those who does nothing but plant seeds of public disobedience and deception.

Accomplishment is learning and knowing when to stop drifting. Sow seeds of goodness to others, preaching love , acceptance and forgiveness instead of harping on faults and learn how to laugh. Look at the brighter, lighter side of life instead of brooding over your lacks. Stop airing your minuscule grouses which may affect other people’s lives. Learn how to laugh at yourself.

Share your wealth. Help the underprivileged, the oppressed, the weak and the sick. And know that everyone has exclusive rights to their own belief, rights to live, rights to choose, and rights to speak, to create and think. For as long as they did not harm, hurt, disrupt, destroy or kill others and the planet we all lived in. Stand up and speak out against unruly lawmakers and bad laws. Silence only breeds them.

When all these are observed, then can we truly be on the road towards one nationhood under the big umbrella we call sky.”

– Kris Lee 2019.

Mediocre

“I am not intimidated by you if you are the first to do it. I am only intimidated if you are the first to do it and you did it well. For if not, you are only setting a chain of standards that others follow which is the result of how the market is, mediocre like you today. No thank you to you for being the first.”
– Kris Lee 2018.

Procreate, Populate and Prostrate

If what Carl Jung says was true, that man thinks of sex all the time, then man’s purpose is just to procreate, populate and prostrate- to God. Thus God’s purpose is to plant, prune, then pick the best harvest out of his vineyard to export to heaven. As for the rest,
God just pee them off the face of the earth.

Monopoly

“Market forces and demand varies the world over. Thus, to market a fair

that claims to cut across the continents is amusing, if not to continuously

keep the pecan pie to yourself by killing two birds with one stone,

1) by depleting the coffers of smaller galleries by inducing them to pay

exorbitant fair charges which stumps their cash flow and stunt their growth;

and

2) using those gains to boost and sustain the star status of bigger galleries

and their artists thus deflating the prospect of smaller galleries, all in the

name of western monopoly.”

The ‘I’ Syndrome

“Everyone does what is good for themselves. No one ever questions if what they do good for themselves is good for the country. Thus, the country is always left behind. That is the missing link for a good closure. That is the reason why familiar leaders so called the old guards who has been around in every fraternity MUST GO! They lack foresight and vision. They are self centered. They can’t bring change. Because they themselves won’t change for the good of the country. They can’t forsake that ‘I’ syndrome for ‘US’. They are divisive. They move their pawns to benefit themselves. And still think they are clever. Yes they are clever. In manipulating the naive. Sham these people without conscience. They are the weeds in our garden! When we uproot them, we must also uproot what they have put in place beit the system, the standard operating procedures and their policies.

The Malay Psyche

“Kj should understand the Malay psyche better than to make that mistake of wanting to take them to the blue ocean although a drastic change could be the answer.
Most Malays doesn’t mind being followers so long as they have a leader to look up to. But they can’t imagine a leader serving them and amalgamating with them like buddies and calling each other ‘bro’. What more, dirtying their hands at ground level. To these traditionalist, when a person earns or is bestowed a pangkat(position; title), that to them is as good as being a conferred leader and a leader is someone that they should serve, not being served, and patut di hormati (deserve to be respected). That’s their adat (custom) like it or not. To them, hormat is again tied to taat and taat again is tied to setia. And that is the reason why these members hung on. Leaders are to be respected. And they should be served like kings as in the olden days. Respect to them is tied to obedience is also tied to loyalty. And that’s how it works with them.
Thus, for as long as they are comfortable with their current leaders and their policy, that automatically will translate into votes. And if not for the lost, they wouldn’t want to be alerted that they should change at all. But kj went all out to say that he will work for the goodness of all races, not only his, and that’s where to them, he got it all wrong. Even though he is a better debater.
And by wanting to lead them to the blue ocean is like paving the way into the unknown, grappling with uncertainty and fear at the same time. What more, kj is promoting policies that is closely tied if not similar to the policy of the party that just won. And that again is something these loyalists could not accept and kj being a Malay himself should understand.
To the Malays, muka and maruah is important. Trailing the winner with policies not originally their own is as good as “jatuh muka dan maruah” (losing face as well as pride).
On the other hand , the protectionist policy expounded by zahid sounded more palatable and works better for these loyal members. Throughout the debate, zahid offers a policy of pride and protection from harm. He understands their psyche not to jatuh muka or maruah and safeguarded their dignity by never confessing that his party’s policy and strategy is wrong. Instead he pointed fingers at his opposition. He insisted on the rights of the Malays in all the decision making if he wins. And what a better way than to be a leader and father figure at a time of fear and change. Yet remain exclusive to them. Zahid won.And true to his promise, he offered kj the Secretary Generals post which kj declined.
Kj did not stick to his promise of remaining loyal and working for the goodness of umno even though he loses. That’s what he said in his closing speech.”

Stop Policing Others

Malaysians are too rich. It’s only people who does not need to worry about their pocket could they find time to play God or be God’s gatekeeper. Complaining about the dirt in other people’s backyard does not absolve you from your own. Look inward. There you will find a lot of filth staining your own morality. Clean them up since you are too free. Stop policing others….

Past means Yesterday

Some people like to hang on to the past without realizing that past means yesterday. And yesterday lives behind us. If you wish to move forward but run with yesterday, then you’re running backwards. That is why you are left behind….

Eulogy

I have always maintained that eulogy is best given when that person is alive. Not before they are born, not after they are dead. That is the only way they know their self worth, or defend themselves, just in case you are lying tongue in cheek.

Tatler Personality

Version 1 : Tatler has their own favorite personalities. Those who can’t be seen wearing flip flops, catching buses or using discount cards.

Version 2: Tatler has their own favorite personalities. Those who takes hours to prop up their hair, struts around with wind below their pinions, greet others with lots of affectionate drama, and wears the strangest of clothes on normal occasions.

 

Sad Songs

The older songs makes me reminisce my parents, especially my dad who loves to croon, inside the bathroom. Not like he can’t make it on stage, but he did not make it his profession, like me. He used to be invited on stage in all social occasions to sing, and as a child, he never failed to impress me, as he belts out his favorite tune. I’m so proud of him. He is Chinese ed but together with mom, he places us, my sis and I into English schools. For better or for worse, only my younger brother goes to a Chinese school.
If my dad is still alive today, he’d be in his 70s. And how I wish that at moments like this, he is still here with me as I remembered looking at him, always in awe of his stature, seeking comfort that was once so warm. He was ever so generous in spirit. And for that , I tried to take on that nature of his. To be caring and giving to humanity. But I can’t be like him. He has never for once said no to some sob stories.
I remembered him to be silent and hardworking, that filial son of an immigrant peasant , whose education opportunity was stunted by the war but he worked hard, married my mom and eventually struck the social welfare lottery which became the turning point of our lives, and his life.
He was continuously busy over the businesses he started but always found time to teach us ( bro, sis and me) everything he knew. And buying us everything we ever needed or wanted, including us into his daily schedule every time and everywhere he is needed, thence later to watch us grew up, in the care of my mom, becoming as hard as knuckledusters as calamity swept into our lives, and separated them.
But as the sky falls as they say, even relatives and friends ran helter skelter. All those people that once swarm like bees in our courtyard especially during Chinese New Year’s Day dwindled to zero. I’ve never forgotten those years, and those moments, though I was younger then. I’ve never forgotten that look of despair on his face, in both their faces, as we were brought to realize what humanity means and how fragile relationship was to certain people. Thence onwards, I’ve never ever truly understand the joy of Chinese New Year and what it means to others, because the trauma stays. For good.
In a way, I have never reciprocated his love for me. Only in my later years after his demise do I realize how hard it was for him to feel that. But I cared a lot in my own ways to help him unknot the entangled. And remembered him by his love for children and the happiness he gained from singing his heart out.