Thought I would have more time for places I need to see and people I need to meet between my homecoming and the trip back to the hometown (hello from Ipoh!), but I, once again, underestimated the power of inefficient public services. What can I do to help you be more efficient? I asked and I was sincere…
Some friends I met up with in the past few days (photos sans Lucy, Marcus & Rahul):
#1 Lester
#2 Ayane
#3 Jade
#4 Ida
Note how three out of four of them are caught with a gadget when I photographed them. I do the same sometimes but I’d try not to. This year, I will try to actually talk more with people in reality than just social networking mediums.
Apparently, I’m also trying a lot of new things this year. Wish me luck!
But first, I need to adjust my sleeping hours back to GMT+8. I’ve been sleeping napping at odd hours and I feel more exhausted than before I nap every time. I need to sleep, not nap! So bye-bye now!
P/S I got a new hair cut. It’s been quite a LONG while since I had bangs. Taken some photos since…I look like myself but I don’t look like myself. #IdentityCrisis
The only way to progress as human beings is to stop shackling, shaming and silencing homosexuals with our prejudices.
I felt disturbed to the point where I couldn’t close my eyes without re-reading the words. The words of the article I had been reading prior to bedtime in clear Verdana font. The specific excerpt that distressed me read:
NGO, PTAs to educate parents, oppose ‘free and perverse sex’.
I have so much to say but this matter is so offensive and condescending on so many levels, I am not sure where to start. Maybe I will begin by saying I feel violated and afraid for the young parents and children in school as I could not take anything out of the excerpt beyond its reference to homosexuality.
“You are not gay, why are you offended?”
Although I am not a subject of discrimination, I do feel threatened knowing that there are people in my surroundings who do not care or who will simply allow victims of discrimination suffer the deprivation of their rights. I disagree with many things the Malaysian authorities do and don’t do mainly because they give the façade of consistency with the Universal Declaration of Human Rights (UDHR) while implying the direct opposite with regard to various groups and organisations. Life is definitely harder for freedom fighters, as we have recently witnessed with the banning of Seksualiti Merdeka.
The absence of sex education in Malaysia has also made many fearful of the unknown. The first step is to understand the matter and keep conversations of such topics going so that people do not hate blindly. Right now, we judge too quickly. We label, we stereotype, we discriminate. Malaysia has languished in her adolescence for far too long; now is the time to grow up. Members of the Rakyat who cannot accept those different from them need to broaden their horizons because they are not the only ones living on this planet. Why ruin people’s lives with such labelling and stereotyping?
With all this hate in our society, how can we tackle the larger problems we face on a daily basis? How can we maturely solve with open minds, issues like the increasing income gap among Malaysians? Climate-changing deforestation? Unwanted pregnancies, teenage pregnancies and baby dumping? Or truancy at schools? How will we be able to take on the incidences of miseducation in our schools? Political chaos? Restrictions on our freedom of speech? (There’s more, of course; just ask!)
To be honest, I was only exposed to LGBTiQ in my last year of secondary school. A girl who always sat in front of me in my tuition class confided in me one day regarding her sexuality. I avoided her for two weeks after that episode but felt like I had killed someone on the inside. Was I homophobic? I did not know as I had never understood it. Never in my life before had I come across a conversation concerning LGBTiQ because it had always been taboo at school. So I just did not know what to say or how to react correctly. I only remember it being talked about in class once – just once over the 11 years of public schooling I had received. But even so, the teacher had tried to quickly change the subject, saying that supporting a gay lifestyle was ‘devil’s thinking’ (Bahasa Melayu: Pemikiran syaitan). It is really a shame that Malaysian public schools do not provide Sex Education as a subject.
I eventually spoke to the girl at the park near our tuition class and I had so many questions! It was so liberating to be able to talk about it without someone suggesting I should go for psychiatric sessions. I was not close to her at all before but we were on good terms. She had confided in me because she had really needed someone – anyone – to listen to her, that was all.
Right now, she is now in another part of the world on a partial scholarship. But I know she is still struggling because of her family’s firm rooting in cultural traditions, including the practice of arranged marriage. She came out of the closet (so to speak) with her parents early last year and her father has not spoken to her since. In fact, it has become known to me that her family will not pay for her visits back here unless she vows to ‘reorientate her sexuality and marry a man they choose for her’. Further, they have even given her an expiration date for that ‘deal’.
“Gay people should expect harassment when they turn gay.”
This is a big slap to all civil movements. This line is to gays as “Females should expect to be sexualised because they are female” is to females and “The poor should expect to be exploited because they are poor and therefore have no power!” is to the less fortunate.
“All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights”.
So why should they expect to be abused physically, emotionally, and psychologically? Why should gays suffer the inhumane treatment they receive for their sexuality? Do we Malaysians democratically approve of such ill treatment ? If you do not approve, and if Malaysia continues to steer towards democracy, I believe we can stop accepting such inequality by voicing out our opinions.
In the article (you know, the one that kept me from sleeping soundly), the offending excerpt continues with this statement: “[Malaysia] is an Islamic country and we cannot compromise on this”. Hold your horses, Encik Azwanddin Hamzah, President of Pertubuhan Jaringan Melayu Malaysia (JMM) – is Malaysia constitutionally an Islamic country? Below, Art Harun, prominent lawyer, defines Article 3 of the Constitution (video courtesy of KS Tan):
As you can see, Article 3 of the Federal Constitution simply states that Islam shall be the religion of the Federation. That is all. Documents available from our historical archives affirm this. Despite that, many claim that Malaysia is actually an Islamic country, perhaps for their own self interests. Further, while history recognises the insertion of the provision that Islam is the religion of the Federation, the fact remains that Malaysia is a secular country. The record has to be set straight.
Gays are just like you and I. We are all people with dreams, fears and ambitions. (For a glimpse at just how regular gay people are, check out ‘My Gay Lifestyle‘ by Domenick Scudera.) As for the question of ‘good’ and ‘bad’, well, our being good or otherwise is not dependent on sexuality but principles which comes from nurturing. In my opinion, the argument is similar with religion. There can be both ‘good’ and ‘bad’ religious people, for instance. But it is not the religion itself that is good or bad. Ultimately it boils down to the individual.
Perhaps I have slightly biased opinions but I do feel (and hope) that the struggles and experiences of discrimination constantly faced by gays will translate into a stronger collective will to change things. They may also encourage more opinionated sharing when it comes to discussions and debates on issues, even sensitive ones. Hardship builds character, after all.
“I have no problem with gays, unless my child is one!”
When I read the article (you know which one by now), I thought of Eric James Borges immediately. Eric James was bullied throughout his life and disowned by his parents due to his sexual orientation. He succumbed to suicide last Wednesday. He was 19. The Trevor Project on which Eric James worked prior to his death, has statistics citing that LGBTiQ youths whose parents reject them for their sexuality are eight times more at risk of suicide compared to those whose parents accept them.
I have so many questions for parents, because I do not find rational, the parenting method promoted by JMM. In fact, I urge all mature adults and not just parents to reflect on the following questions:
Does the sexual orientation of your child changes the quality of the relationship between you and your child?
Shouldn’t parents be providing a safe environment in which their gay child can express him or herself freely without being judged?
Wouldn’t you rather see your children for who they are, and not masked pretenders who only want to please you to a point of self-destruction?
I cannot string up the words for a proper closure to this post, so I will borrow a poem from Taylor Mali (see video below):
Rest in Peace, Eric James. To all my fellow Malaysians, meanwhile, I would wish only this: that we continue the fight for a truly democratic nation. One whose peoples accept and respect Malaysians of different colour, creed and sexual orientation.
2. Since returning, I’ve been hoping to purchase some new tops/dresses. I have adopted a particular ‘feel’ towards some looks and tried looking for the colours/combinations in a few malls but the stores are really the same in the malls nearby.
3. I knew I had to go to UNIQLO because I saw the top I wanted on LOOKBOOK.NU and it was e-XACT-ly the touch of fabric I envisioned to go together with the cutting! LOVE IT. No regrets. Plus, discounted! The ‘short trip’ to ‘pick up some Uniqlo things’ turned out to be an almost full day and many……many items purchased. I’m even considering a shopping haul. I’m not sure how I feel about the DKNY dress because it was slightly pricey albeit big discount. But. SO. Comfy!!! & it’s the kind that’ll go well with anything… #WIN
1. After I met with Lester for about 15-20 minutes, I began my curatorship of Marcus’ fashion buys for the day. It was much fun and extremely fruitful in addition with SW’s assistance over BBM/calls hahaha. Men.
2. Lonely Planet Japan contributed by Lucy for my next (potential) destination (TBD by Ida 우우우) haha.
3. G’Day Iced Coffee @ delicious, which espresso tasted well but wasted by the quality of milk in the coffee. The small jug was sugar water(?) and tastes oddly unsweetened. (Did inflation affect the price of sugar by so much?) Apparently not for Marcus; ‘yum cha’ has been redefined in his books from instant coffee-condensed milk-water at the street sides to a cosy tearoom café tucked in between luxurious designer outlets. I’ve only been away for a while. A while… Rad, is it not?
Break in between because I fell asleep!
1. Dan is flying to Korea for KNY. He’ll be back for a bit before returning to Melbourne once again!
2. I took the LRT today. So many things changed. The counter woman who used to always say “gi mana hari ni, dik?” at Bangsar isn’t working there anymore. When I worked at The Edge, I took the LRT daily and she always smiled at me with that awkward but friendly gap between her front teeth. & just because I didn’t get to say it today: “mana lagi? Stesen Kelana Jaya, kak!”
3. As I rode towards the end of these tracks…suddenly, the route looks so different from what I remembered. I was looking out the glass like I was seeing them for the first time. The rays of sun shone so brightly, as if giving strength and blessing to the homes and businesses it touched. Malaysia has so much potential, without doubt.
There is a lot of things I miss from Melbourne already. One thing I really wished to do before my flight was to have brekkie at St Ali with Dan for the last time, but ultimately that plan remained one.
The morning of my departure was a blur of rushing and waiting and more rushing. It was too abrupt, and checking in was such a pain! People should really pack their luggage properly at home… We only managed a sloppy Subway sandwich 15 minutes before I boarded.
#1 The entrée! The high-ceiling made the entire place very airy and grand though it didn’t feel spacious but I suspect that is due to the furniture and lighting. The place was actually big! The interior was sectioned to be very different; a little something for everyone.
#2 Communal tables available in the center of St Ali.
#3
#4 Costa Rican latte, which was really silk-smooth. The aftertaste tasted exactly the same as the drink itself on my palate.
It had never happened before and my face after the first sip was
#5 Dan and I both thought the frothing was genius rare! Just silky smooth. We were trying to spot for micro bubbles haha.
#6 Opposing a communal table as in #2 is personal spaces at little corners.
#7 One side of the café is filled with natural light,
#8 while the other has more indoor feel to it.
#9 The real ‘open’ outdoor, if you prefer it.
#10 Had a Colombian latte on another day.
#11 Dan’s strong Colombian flat white. On contrary to what I thought, I liked the regular one better between these two. The strong one tasted very overwhelming and it had a tinge of bitterness 3/4 way through the cup.
Their smoked eel salad was SMASHING! The pork belly salad was equally good. The St Ali spicy sausage dish was also WA-LAH! Totally forgotten about photos once it found its way to the table; tummy was already drumming. I forgotten the exact names to the dishes but reading the menu with funny names and quirky descriptions made me laugh.
#12 Will visit when I get my arse back to Melbourne some day soon!
ST ALI, SOUTH MELBOURNE
12-18 Yarra Place
South Melbourne VIC 3205
Australia
+61 3 9686 2990 Site & Twitter
Opening hours:
EVERYDAY! 7am-6pm and occasionally late
were my last thoughts/words in Melbourne. I drifted off swiftly and as subtly as Madeleine Peyroux sings J’ai Deux Amours. Apt.
I knocked out even before we took off. Emptiness. Instead of over-thinking the departure, I immersed in the void.
Slowly opening my eyes, and ears, to the pilot saying something regarding drug/human trafficking. Did I really leave? Was the long queues but a nightmare? But there was no proper goodbye. This is just a dream. I fell back till that bumpy touch down.
The eighth hour becomes the ninth and the ninth the tenth. Everything seemed hauled.
Homecoming after a solid nine weeks, everything abruptly seems so harsh. The sun, the air, the sounds. The emptiness.
Even if Dan and I have been doing an LDR for long enough and we’re pretty independent on our own, spending every day of the last two months together had me forget how loneliness tastes.
Even when we were doing pointless things of our own, we were doing pointless things of our own together. It’s a pleasant surprise when one is interested in another’s pointless things of our own and then it becomes ‘our things’ instead.
#1 Caulfield Racecourse
#2 Glen Huntly Park
#3 North Brighton alleyway
What I’m really trying to say is that I miss us. You are my sunshine.