Of Raja Petra’s arrest and of the circus running our country…

Somewhat Serious Issues, Thoughts to Ponderon September 15th, 20082 Comments

So I woke  up the other day and read the papers.  Raja Petra arrested under ISA. Yada yada.

I figured Malaysia Today isn’t exactly the most pro government site nowadays.

But then hor …..

Teresa Kok also arrested wor.  And here’s the most kanasai thing I’ve ever heard of. The Sin Chew Daily reporter who wrote on Ahmad Ismail’s racist remark was also arrested.

I  think our friends up there heading the country have totally lost it man.

And I also think that other countries in the world are having a good laugh watching the circus that is the Malaysian Government.

Cause apparently when you make racist remarks in our country, here’s how they handle things:

  1. Make sure whoever made that remark is a member of UMNO or BN
  2. Sit on the matter for days. Never mindlar if he made the deputy prime minister apologise on his behalf, then remained defiant.
  3. Then when things are finally dicussed, make sure you let him go with just a 3 year suspension
  4. Go and arrest the reporter who reported on that racist remark.
  5. While they’re at it, might as well arrest other people too. Syiok what. Arrest Teresa Koklar. Raja Petra also talk so much. Arrest him alsolar.
  6. Eh that grandmother walking down Petaling Street talking about our governmentlar. Better arrest her also lar. Just in case.

So we have one of the most racist dudes in our country walking away scot free after sparking what might have been the follow up to 1969.


And then we have the messenger , the poor Sin Chew Daily reporter Tan Hoon Cheng, under arrest.


You know it’s kind of like Harry Potter where messages are sent via owls….. 


Then when you get news that ruffle you …..


You shoot the poor bloody owl. 


Of course the public protests. When the kanasai government does kanasai things, are we to just keep quiet?

So in the face of overwhelming protests, they then release the poor Sin Chew gal.

Here’s the next kanasai thing. Their explanation for arresting the gal? To protect her wor. For her safety wor.

Holy Crapolingam.

Eh next time you borrow money from ah Long hor, if you feel that your life is in danger ….. call up the ISA. They’ll protect you.

They’ll put you straight in jail. Better than being beaten up what.


And what about circus act number 2? The sudden need for our MPs to learn agriculture. In Taiwan.

An explanation which undermines the intelligence of each and every citizen in our country in yet another exuberant display of arrogance from our friends up there.

It’s like playing cat and mouse actually.

Send MPs to Taiwan. Opposition follows suit. Once opposition people reach Taiwan, send MPs back to Malaysia.


There’re actually a dozen other things I want to pick on but I think I’d better stop lest the ISA people arrive in Terengganu and pick up a certain kanasai person. 

Don’t know bout you people, but I feel our country’s headed for dark times.

It’ll be interesting to see what happens in a day or two.

Biro Tata Kanasai lar~!

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I can’t believe I actually survived 5 days in Khemah Biro Tata Kanasai.

See here …. the government propaganda and all that crap I can take.

But the physical activities? In a span of 5 days I actually :

  1. Ran 2 kilometres in 15 minutes
  2. Walked 2 kilometres to Bukit Keluang, climbed it for another 2 kilometres, then walked 2 kilometres back to camp
  3. Did physical tests such as hold my breath for 60 seconds
  4. Abseiled from a 4 storey tower
  5. Donated great amounts of my blood to the Biro Tata Negara Mosquito Support Group

Here’s a picture of my arm on the first morning that I woke up : 


Kanasai lor. I swore I felt anemic later that day


Hell started when we pulled up the driveway of the BTN Camp in Besut on Wednesday afternoon

Should’ve known that something was not right when I saw the facilitators there and they were all in army pants.

And there was jungle all around ….


And they didn’t speak normally like you and me do.

They talk the way an army captain talks to his underlings, really loudly and noisily and kanasai-ly.

Yup apparently the whole group of them used to be in the elite force or something.

So I guess now that they’re retired, this is as close as it gets to a cushy government job ….. yelling at other government servants for no reason in a hot and stuffy camp.

I checked into dormitory A. Here’s dormitory A 




And this is my mini wardrobe over there.

I chose the bed at the corner of the room and when I was about to put the bedsheets on the bed I saw this …. 


Kanasai. Graffiti. And you know how I feel about graffiti. Not only that, graffiti was even on the walls 


I guess it’s a fair trade …. come to this camp and get all fired up in patriotism, then trade in your civic consciousness and whatever good values you have….

Prayers for the Muslims meant that I had a whole 2 hours of free time every evening and an hour in the morning.

See, other than me, there was just one more non Muslim…. an Indian dude.

So during those times, we had the bathroom all to ourselves. It was like having a personal bathroom actually. Only that they were more kanasai than your average bathroom 


See here, in Camp Biro Tata Kanasai, they probably never heard of such a thing called showers.


What they had was this big thingie that holds a whole lot of water. 


Then they provide you with scoops for you to well …. scoop water and bathe.

Darn …… it’s always been my dream to bathe out in public with a whole bunch of strangers wearing nothing but my underwear and my last thread of dignity.

Needless to say the bathing experience was far from comfortable….

Even though it was just me and the Indian dude….

When we weren’t being yelled at or being forced to do physical activities to break our backs, we had ceramahs. And discussion groups.


This was where all the political propaganda took place. We were made to sing songs and listen to talks on how great our country is.

Yada yada yada…..

Probably shouldn’t talk too much about this lest saya dipanggil anak derhaka…


Every morning and evening we were made to assemble out on the tarmac and berkhalwat …. oops I mean berkawad.

….In true military style so that meant we had to do the baris, baris sedia and dari kiri cepat jalan jazz…..

Under the hot boiling sun whose rays mother earth is so lucky to be blessed with.

In fact we were made to stand under the hot sun for almost everything …

  1. When we were being yelled at
  2. When we were not being yelled at
  3. Before breakfast
  4. Before tea
  5. Before going in for the exam on the last day
  6. Before running 2km
  7. Before going mountain climbing


I guess the consolation was that we were happily fed 6 meals a day.

So basically we had a meal in between every darn thing.

Meals in between the ceramahs and discussions. Minum in between meals. Minum in between the minums which were in between meals ….


 There’s he dining hall. Strange that I never did manage to take a picture of the dining hall when I was in the dining hall. I guess food has that effect on my brain.

A great lesson in discipline was this …


 After each meal we all had to clean our own dishes and wipe them clean. I thought this was really good ….

 Until the last day when the facilitator read out some of the comments that we wrote in the comment form. Apparently some dude wrote this …

‘Tidak suka mencuci pinggan. Bagi peserta akan datang, tolonglah upah pencuci pinggan’.

…. that really gets me all cracked up even when I think of it now.

And speaking of last days,  it couldn’t have come sooner.

Was really glad to be done with the whole thing.

When I left the place there was a strange feeling of elation in me. Couldn’t believe I’d be going back to civilisation. Suddenly KT seemed like such a developed place to me.

It was then that I made up my mind never to make fun of KT again …

…. well, for the next 3 days at least …..



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