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(fast forward to 4:00)

Her mother is not the candidate. I don’t know why are we on a wild goose chase.

-Lim Kit Siang

The question is not whether her mother was or was not involved with Perkasa but how credible Dyana is as a politician contesting for the Teluk Intan seat.

Dyana lied when she said “My mother was not even in the 1st AGM of Perkasa”

(fast forward to 0:31)

(credits to Uncle Jinggo for the image)

It is apparent in this picture shown here that not just her mother helped at the registration table of the 1st AGM of Perkasa but she was actually there with her mother.

Why didn’t she simply admit that her mother was at the 1st AGM of Perkasa as a committee member and added “My mother is not the candidate” in the first interview?

If she’s constantly lying without a second thought now, can you trust her to not lie again?

Let’s get back to the second video and fast forward to 0:39

She did not join Perkasa

Now listen to another of her interviews and fast forward to 0:50

 

She was involved in Perkasa, I know, yes.

And when she was pressed, she said:

It was just an issue of misunderstanding, because I wasn’t sure the form, she fill in the form or not, or whether membership starts after first AGM or not, you know. And she, she was not, she was no longer involved after, even before the first AGM. So again, the question about membership or not, I’m still very, ver- very vague. I really don- not sure.

Again, I ask, if she wasn’t sure, then why did she lie and said flat out that her mother was not a member of Perkasa? Why can’t she say that she was not sure? Is it because she is afraid that people would look at her as a politician who, by the way is intending to step out as a leader, does not even care enough to know about her mother’s activities and involvements? Then she has a very good reason to be afraid. Would she care enough about the people and their problems?

Or an even scarier possibility is that it is simply because she decided that the AGM took place 6 years ago so surely no one would have evidences of her mother (and herself) participating in the AGM. Then we know that she’s a flat out liar.

By the way, did you notice that she was very, ver- very nervous in the interview?

Bak kata pepatah Melayu: Berani kerana benar, takut kerana salah…


(fast forward to 4:00)

Her mother is not the candidate. I don’t know why are we on a wild goose chase.

-Lim Kit Siang

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Why are we on a wild goose chase? Maybe I could enlighten you, Kit Siang…

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Najib’s wife is not the candidate, Kit Siang… why are you on a wild goose chase?

Now let’s stop chasing the goose, shall we? Let’s chase a politician instead. Someone you may know :D

(credits to Helen Ang)

(credits to Helen Ang)

(credits to Helen Ang)

(credits to Helen Ang)

Refer to: http://helenang.wordpress.com/2014/05/25/amboi-hannah-yeoh-tayang-prada/


Originally posted on Karim's Blog:

Dijemput semua sertai – bermula 8:00 untuk sarapan dan pendaftaran.

Alhamdulillah segala persiapan telah dibuat dengan yang terbaik yang termampu.

wacana ASWJ-2014
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I just wish I could just say it
But my tongue is frozen stiff
With the million words caged
At the back of my throat.
My heart aches at the thought
My mind tells me to go on
My brain is torn in between
Paralysed in hesitation

Their eyes are all around us
Their provocations ring in my ears
Their aggravation breaks my composure
Their accusations are loud and clear
We stand in the spotlight
They watch our every twitch
They speculate our every move
They judge our every breath

Every good thing comes to an end
Some more drastic than others
Those with dull lives search
For the drama that they yearn
And with their smirks and grins
They pushed us inside
They use us as their puppets
To entertain their sick needs

Every hug is for their smiles
Every word is for their tears
I’m just so glad that you will forget
The things that happen, my dear
For such memory is an agony
That reruns like a broken tape
I just wish that you will keep
The good memories of days past

We humans are imperfect beings
Some tried harder than most
I don’t know if you did what’s right
But you did what you thought was best
And your story continues through me
Goodbye is simply temporal
For you would live on inside me
But I still wish that I could say it…

I can’t believe that it’s actually the last day of April. I definitely did not win this challenge as I wrote on scarcely half of the days but I definitely enjoyed it. There were some lucky days when I barely had to think for the words came pouring fast. On other days, I greatly annoy my sisters with my groans and complains :D Well, it certainly was a nice ride and I would like to try to complete it again next year, Insya Allah.


The room darkens as the sunlight begins to fade
A scent, so dearly-missed, growing into a parade
I rush to the window and turn up to the sky
Seeing dark dense clouds coming by and by

I pull back the latch and turn the key
Revealing the sight of the blurry city
The air is thick with smoke and dust
But it’s alright, rain has come at last

I catch the first drop in my open eye
My skin has long feel grimy and dry
Another drop on my cheek, my arm, my nose!
Now pouring by tankfuls, how fast it goes!

I bring out the buckets and whatever that would hold
The much needed water, so refreshingly cold!
Though the shower is blurring the sight of my gaze
I can see it eating up most of the smog and haze

The land has long been cracked and arid
Such delight to see drains now gushing like rapids
My clothes now drenched clinging heavily to my body
Unknowingly absorbing the toxic from the city


I feel tall and big
I am now five
As tall as the big kids
My hand is in my dad’s
He push me
To the other kids
I join the lines
My first day of school

I feel special and happy
My parents are proud of me
Of the A’s on the paper
And the scores of nineties
I don’t really know
Why it is important
But I have worked hard
To get the first in class

I feel my knees melting
As I am climbing down
I gulp when I see mom
But she takes me in her arms
And I know that I did right
Stunned, I simply smile
I almost cannot believe that
I gave my first public speech

I feel my heart stop
I am not in the list
Did I fail the exam?
My teacher laughs at me
I feel blood gushing back
Only now I understand
I have been double promoted
After my first silat exam

I feel the warmth enveloping me
As I flick through the leaves
Of my diaries past
And read of my confessions
My failures and successes
My trials and ambitions
Time run fast as if
Every day had been a dream

I feel myself bump into the present
By the steady knock on the door
My sister once a baby
Now stands taller than me
Funny how at every frame
Of the film of my life
Affected me in such a way
That makes me who I am

I feel a mix of anxiety
At the anticipation
Of what is to come
The pressing question
Am I making the right choice?
For every deed shapes the future
Like the gentle breaths of wind
Moulding a mountain range

I feel the cold doorknob
Inside my firm grip
I open up the door
Wearing a little grin
My sister’s hand froze
In a half knocking fashion
I wonder if she ever notice
Of her own evulotion


Today’s NaPoWriMo’s optional prompt is to write a ten line poem full of lies. I have to admit, I’m not too good with writing nonsense….

I live in the mountaintops where the air is frosty cold
And every day I set to work exploring the land for gold
When I do earn enough I shall bring them to the market
Where I shall trade the gold I find for a brand new handmade carpet
At home I take my toolkit and hang carpets on the wall
I secure them with lots of nails just in case they fall
And since I know that things would just never ever go wrong
I let my friends come to my house with their kids tagging along
They mess about with cans of oilpaints and bottles of my ink
I watch in horror as my carpets were ruined just as I blink.

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