The Malay Male

This is a free consult for Pakatan Rakyat.

If Pakatan wants to have a confirmed win for GE14 in 2018, I believe Anwar Ibrahim should retire.

Almost the entire BN campaign was built around hatred for Anwar. Anwar the sodomite, Anwar the corrupt Finance Minister, Anwar the fucker of prostitutes, Anwar the Jewish stooge, ANwar the traitor. Word in the rural areas is a testament to BN's 'Anwar the boogeyman' campaign.

WIthout Anwar, there is no focus for the rural folks' and BN's hate. Without Anwar, I believe GE14 is a sure win for Pakatan Rakyat.

Right now, there are many in PR and PKR who can carry the opposition fight forward without Anwar - in fact, even better without Anwar. He is only there maybe as a spite against Dr M. Perhaps to prove the old man wrong. He is also holding PKR back. PKR is a weak link because of Anwar's baggage.

If you want to win, you need to set aside emotion and petty sentiment, and become completely ruthless in your execution. Getting Anwar to retire at the height of his power will also convey the right message - PR means business and its leaders are not totally in love with the idea of power and the idea of themselves in power. We won't have a Samy Vellu situation where getting an old man to retire is even more painful than removing a tumor.

If you want to convert voters from BN's camp, you need to get rid of the Anwar factor which served its purpose by establishing a platform and guiding PR on how to fight the BN way, as well as BN's own flawed tactics. Without Anwar, BN would be left with a variety of smaller targets. Gauging by how disorganised their campaign is at the moment - coupled with the fact that people who do work for BN are mostly paid for and hardly passionate free-labour volunteers like in PR's army - BN would not know how to respond.

"You want Anwar gone. He's gone. Retired as a winner. Now what?"

Imagine compiling a dossier of scandals for Nurul Izzah, Lim Guan Eng, Lim Kit Siang, Rafizi Ramli, Tian Chua, Elizabeth Wong, Karpal Singh, Tony Pua, Hadi Awang, and the rest. BN's resources would be so stretched, none of their smear campaigns would have the desired impact as they did with Anwar. They couldn't do it these past five years for these other people, and I doubt they can do it in the next five.

I am telling Pakatan Rakyat this for my own benefit - I want elections where issues are discussed and debated, not the personal backgrounds and private scandals of a few. The needs and concerns of the many should outweigh the petty considerations of individuals given special focus.

I am for freedom of speech, so 114A MUST go. Freedom of religion is another thing. You can set funding of billions for Islam and double recognise it as the national religion. But do not allow cases like that Indian lady - what's her name? Revathi? - to happen again. If people want to choose to believe in any religion, or change their minds afterwards, they should be allowed to do so. I do not want to change mine, but I sincerely believe that it is cruel to imprison (not put in prison, just throw them in moral-correction centres) anyone and take their children away from them, simply because they choose to leave Islam.

Also, no one is talking about laws being passed that encroach on civil liberties like the draconian no smoking act. This law was executed strictly in Melaka and while I appreciate, even laud the judiciary by handing me a reduced fine, I believe this law needs to be rethought. I was not comfortable having up to 10K fine or 2 years in prison hanging over my head for smoking one cigarette.

Racism is another issue. This one is not determined by BN or even PR, no matter what delusions they hold as to their power or influence. Racism happens because we - as a people - allow it to. It is up to us to not react or respond to hate-speech and racist talk. The responsibility is ours. We vote every day whether we should degenerate into racism, or rise above hate.

So, for the sake of less-annoying politics, Anwar should retire and prove to everyone that PR's cause is bigger than just one man. If he does that, then the cause becomes immortal and PR will be almost ensured victory in GE14, provided they take the correct strategic steps in reaching out to rural areas.

Coming back from Phuket, I did a few things and then last night, I went to Merdekarya to do another stand-up routine. This one was more conventional and it worked better than last time.

So that's good.

I set up a company to do digital media consultancy recently, and am hoping to set up another outfit to do something more creative. I have the workflow in my head and I know what to do with both. Right now, it's a matter of finding and landing jobs here and there, as I finish my own creative projects.

I thought the results of the General Elections are good news. Now I can consult both losers - BN and PR - on how to come up with and execute campaigns on all media.

Their previous campaigns sucked really bad. The mismanagement of resources on BN's part, and PR's overlooking the rural community since they were buoyed - too much - by their success in urban areas.

If PR wants to reach out to the rural community, it will take 4-5 years to be executed properly. DO NOT copy BN's tactics of lavish visits and fake ceremonies. Copy their other, more subtle ones. And yes, BN is not totally dumb at this game.

Rural people are like urban people, and the best way is still through insurgencies. Send a few youths and gather information as well as plant seeds of distrust and doubt. Make friends, endear yourself to the folks. This has to be done and coordinated on a massive national scale. For that, I believe the cost would be in the millions.

Set up an NGO that sends youths to rural areas. Youths who are armed with PR ideology and information, talking points and engagement protocols. People in the rural areas love gossip or 'secret information'. 'Exclusive stuff' only they know, even if it is totally untrue. So conspiracy theories would work well here.

BN needs to beef up urban support. That is a more difficult task. Their dangling of carrots didn't work last time, because the keys to the carrot bin can always be handed to the other guy. I believe the best BN can do is maintain their rural support and hope for a simple majority come GE14 in 2018.

I believe PR will win the elections in 2018. Nothing will change, of course. Politicians are politicians and they are all liars. PR politicians will replace BN's corruption with their own. Also, those BN people who are so afraid of change need not worry. It's just the same old shit, so they won't lose anything. Unless they are the big bosses of major GLCs, of course. Those people are fucked, but since they're rich, who cares?

On my recent trip to Phuket, I met a woman who listens. The last time I met a human with the capacity to listen without having their bullshit selves drowning them out was... I can't even remember. If I make millions of dollars, I will go back to Phuket, find that woman and romance the hell out of her.

So lots of people started writing detailed reviews and analysis of how the campaign machineries of both BN and PR to have been massive failures. Actually, Pakatan's campaign was successful. BN's was a massive failure.

The real reason is this - the BN people are much less interested in listening and are more inclined to shout and yell.

I have friends in both camps and the BN camp for the past five years have been strutting as if they know more, blablabla.

Going into the election, they were all really, really overconfident and then proceeded to give the clearest demonstration of pride coming before the fall on any instance or situation I have ever seen.

Here's the bad news. Some friends in the PR camp are showing the exact same symptoms. Man, even though I predict a PR win for GE14 in 2018, it is still PR's to lose. I think they're overusing the street rallies, making it passe and boring. I think they've started to yell and shout a lot as well.

Of course, I might be wrong, and this is what the people want.

To me, I believe you can always change the Government, but I do not believe a single bit that anything will change, except in name only.

I am only thinking of Thailand, and the stuff I want to write, and hopefully one day be free enough to leave KL to distant shores.

One of my favourite Kino's Journey (Kino no Tabi) episodes is the third one - Land of Prophecies.

For those of you unfamiliar with Kino's Journey, it is a 13-episode Japanese animation or anime which is an adaptation of a series of 'light novels' from Japan. The series tells of Kino - a young traveller with her talking motorrad (the precursor to the motorcycle) Hermes. In Kino's world, each 'country' seems like a different planet or even a different universe as a lot of things - technology, culture, Governments, socio-economic aspects - are vastly different.

Land of Prophecies basically talks of traditions and religious beliefs, as well as perceptions of a work of art. The fact that the interpretation of religion and art was integrated seamlessly together is exceptional.

The story begins with Kino and Hermes arriving at a country that believes the world will end the next day. This is because the country has been obsessed with a book called the Book of Prophecies which has been deciphered by a holy man from their South Tower as predicting the end of the world the very next day.

As the citizens prepare for the end, Kino happily shops around as no trader would charge money since the world was ending and all.

Well, tomorrow came, and the world did not end. The people were in a panic. The shopkeepers tried to get their money back from Kino, but she declined. One guy had the best quote - "How can I continue living if the world doesn't end?!"

I find that to be very poignant indeed!

Anyway, a priest from the North Tower said the South Tower miscalculated by 30 years, and so the people were placated by the fact that the world, indeed, was going to end.

And so Kino left the place and arrived at another country that tried to convince her that they have a tradition of wearing cat ears in celebration of Cat Burglars who overthrew the king. They tried to get her to participate in the cat-dance, but she politely refused and went on her way.

As she made her way in the forest, she was stopped by a woman who directed her to a man. The man documented the latest tradition embraced by the country and told Kino of all the other 'traditions' the country tried to convince travellers as theirs.

Apparently, amongst travellers, the country had a unique reputation of featuring different traditions every time they pass by. This is because since they deposed the king, they felt their country was in adequate for not having any tradition whatsoever. And that, the old man in the woods - a descendant of their deposed king - said was their unique tradition.

The third part of the episode deals with Kino arriving at a country much like Venice, where everyone is sad due to a constant reading of a sad poem. Many years ago, the greatest poet in the land stayed there and he wrote as well as recited happy, delightful poems. The king ordered him to write a poem of sadness, or he will be killed in 19 days.

The poet drew his inspiration from himself and being happy, he did not know how to express any form of sadness. On the eve of the last day, his wife killed herself in order for him to feel and understand sadness.

And so the poet recited the sad poem but was escorted out of the palace as the King retired to his chambers, scared of the immense sadness from his words. A few days later, the king died and the poet continued to walk and recite his poem over and over again, blanketing the country in sadness, with his small child following him everywhere.

Years later, the poet died, and the citizens were allowed a brief respite. However, on his funeral, his daughter - then 14 years of age - started reciting the poem again and again, for the next 10 years, further engulfing the country in misery.

Since then, it has been the country's tradition to choose a 14-year-old girl with the best voice every 10 years and have her recite the poem all day, every day.

One of the citizens said the poem was once written down in a book called the Book of Prophecies and became very popular at a distant country. Had Kino heard of such a book and such a country?

This triggered a flashback. As Kino left the Land of Prophecies, she saw an invading army attacking the Land of Prophecies. A soldier told her they also have the Book of Prophecies and believe the only way to prevent the end of the world was to destroy that other country.

This is a striking argument as to religion and art. How one work can be deciphered so differently by different groups of people.

If we take into account the short story about the Land of Traditions in the middle of the episode, I believe that to be an analogy of atheists or agnostics who sometimes try to convince people they do have some form of belief system such as New Age, or simply 'being spiritual'.

If we look at it from the aspect of tradition, I see it as Kino's Journey commenting how silly, wonderful and dangerous they are. One country did foolish things in anticipation of the end of the world; another started a war because of tradition/religion and the Land of Sadness decided to be sad - simply because it was their tradition.

In terms of religion, this episode has many interesting viewpoints of religion as a means to control and placate people, as a cause for war - all misguided translation from one man's terrible ordeal and an enduring work of art.

I can only hope that one day I can write something as layered and multi-dimensional as Kino's Journey, but it is my tradition and my belief to just go ahead and try.

With that, I go back to writing my novel. Cheers!

We never forget our first loves, and mine was and still is comic books.

My original dream was to drop everything else and write comic books. That was all I wanted to do. All the movies and TV series, animated features, newspaper work, books and all just came and gave me something to do and fed me, clothed me and provided a roof over my head.

I am also a public relations/political/corporate strategist specialising in social media, but my roots and my greatest education, was in comic books.

My parents were poor. Bla bla bla. My family lived on top of a hill, in the swamps on the outskirts of Kuantan, so comic books were a luxury. Growing up, I had a total of three comics magazines. Just three issues. One Gila-Gila, one Batu Api and one Gelihati. They were unsold back issues I found at the market and after some emotional blackmail, managed to get all three.

When I was in high school, I begged, borrowed and stole reading material. The Sun's Megazine at the time reprinted some pages of The Sandman Comics - a very mature fare years beyond my comprehension.

I didn't have money for comic books so all I could do was read the reviews of comic books. I read them, and as soon as I was online in 1994, I began looking for more material.

Back in those days, it took three hours just to download one picture. But there I was, in 1996, when my father bought our first computer and 14.4kbps dial-up modem, downloading porn.

Besides porn, I also downloaded studies on comics (comics were not online back then and the bootlegged versions still required a lot of downloading). There was an English master's thesis on The Sandman and another on Watchmen, so I read those. For days, over and over again. There was hardly anything else, other than porn.

So with my first paycheque from my first real job, I spent most of it on comic books. Buying comic books sent me into credit card debt which took me five years to clear.

There is something I am working on right now that might allow me to write and publish some comic books I have always wanted to do. These stories I have kept with me since I was 19 years old. Some are even older.

But first thing's first. There's that novel I need to finish.

Beberapa bulan lepas, aku bercita-cita nak berenti hisap rokok, jadi aku pun membeli set e-cigarette/vapor kedua aku.

Pada mulanya, aku berhenti hisap rokok secara sempurna dan beralih ke e-cigarette. Tetapi, oleh sebab sikap dan cara e-cigarette ini dikendalikan oleh pengedarnya, aku membuat keputusan untuk menghisap rokok kembali dan memusnahkan set e-cigarette aku selepas bekalan cecairnya habis.

Mula-mula sekali, mungkin sebab e-cigarette sebenarnya haram digunakan, tempat-tempat mendapatkan bekalan e-cigarette semuanya kat tempat jin bertendang.

Perlu diingat, e-cigarette ini perlu sentiasa diganti spare partnya. Kalau tidak, jahanam.

Selepas itu, yang paling teruk, berlaku keadaan 'kekurangan bekalan' yang aku percaya dibuat-buat oleh penjual dan pengedar e-cigarette. Secara tiba-tiba, mereka tidak menjual bekalan spare part yang beberapa minggu sebelum itu berlambak.

Semua mengambil keputusan, contohnya, untuk tidak menjual spare part ViViNova atau VCore - jenama tank. Ini akan memaksa pengguna membeli tank baru. Aku berani jamin, dalam masa dua-tiga minggu lagi, mereka akan beralih ke benda lain pula, untuk memaksa pengguna membeli daripada mereka lagi.

Aku dah membajetkan RM250 sebulan untuk liquid dan spare part yang berupa atomiser, biasanya. Nampaknya, mereka hauskan lebih banyak duit aku. Diorang nak semua.

Hampir setiap pekedai aku jumpa di Uptown Kota Damansara pernah menipu atau cuba menipu aku, kecuali satu kedai. Maaf, aku takkan ke Uptown Kota Damansara lagi seumur hidup aku. Dia buat-buat bodoh, jual aku spare part takileh pakai, jual tank yang dah short circuit, cuba sumbat bateri yang tak muat, bateri yang nak meletup, cuba jual dua kali ganda harga, jatuhkan tank aku supaya jahanam dan harapnya aku beli tank baru, cuba 'repair' tank tapi sebenarnya rosakkan, cuba jual atomiser yang tak muat, dan bermacam-macam aksi beruk sarkas yang menyebabkan aku cakap - tak payahlah, dik.

Paling ringanlah, dia buat-buat tak paham order aku.

E-Cigarette ini kebanyakannya dijual oleh berukera. Jadi, dengan sedih, aku berhenti menghisap menatang ni dan kembali hisap rokok. Sesapa masih mau hisap, aku nak jual koleksi liquid yang aku ada, dengan 30% discount.

I heard rumours that My Creative was a venture capitalist company with 200 million ringgit worth of funds to invest in creative projects. For equity share and the IP as collateral, you get funds to do your creative projects.

However, after a meeting with them yesterday, I don't think I will be taking any MyCreative funds. It might be great for some people, but it's not for me.

They're working more as a bank to give out loans to creative projects rather than an out-and-out VC company. While I understand their motivations - profit - and I do not disagree with it, I always refuse to take any offer that has changed from its initial rumours/details.

Hearing MyCreative as a magic VC company had my expectations up, but I also have to deal with the harsh realities and real possibilities of businesses failing. As I'm not in this alone, I also refuse to drag one of my best friends and his entire family down a financial hellhole, should the business fail to turn a profit or even recover the money in 3 years' time.

Considering the fact that the interest rates and loan repayment scheme will only be made visible AFTER the pitch, I have no way of knowing whether or not it would be feasible and whether any of my intended failsafes should we run into problems would be viable. Too many fuzzy details and too many variablesI am not sure of, so it's a no-go.

I will be contacting them during office hours this morning to tell them I won't be taking the project further with them.

The good thing that has come out of this is - I now have a 75% completed business plan to set up a comic book company. In my rudimentary calculations, I believe the business can be made profitable after 3-5 years, IF comics gets good reception in Malaysia and/or I manage to take the content beyond these shores and beyond the initial platform of print.

I'll be looking for some angel or even demon investors, maybe have a look at Kickstarter or Mystartr for crowd-sourcing the funds I would need. There is also the BSN loan.

One thing's for sure - I won't take unnecessary risks and endanger the financial well-being of people I know. Not even to further my dreams of doing something for comics.

Today, I met with four people while in a foul mood.

Starting smoking again after being disappointed with e-cigarette vendors have left me coughing and I lost my voice. As a voracious communicator and loquacious talker, I find this experience annoying. Since most Malaysians don't listen, it is definitely harder to communicate.

The Malaysian way of communicating is shouting and yelling louder and louder until they go deaf with their own message, their own words, their own voice. It is an extremely childish mannerism as Malaysians are trapped in a very childish culture.

I compare this to European culture and Thai culture which really offers more finesse in their communication. And yes, given enough funds and opportunity, I would migrate in an instant.

One of the four I spoke today said she felt after the election, Malaysia has become a more vicious, desperate and colder place. I agree with her. This country is growing up, and with it will come lots and lots of pain and lessons.

Dr M said it in his last interviews - as printed in The Star - that while he has managed to build an amazing infrastructure and systems for the country, his only regret is that he has failed to improve or even change the Malaysian mindset.

I believe that for the over 50 years, the Malaysian Government has kept most Malaysians mostly stupid so the populace would be easier to control. You wanna talk about realpolitik? This IS realpolitik, where the end justifies the means.

One only has to look at the kind of bullshit our leaders have forced us to believe over the decades to see that they believe all the people of Malaysia to be retards, idiots and buffoons.

"Kalau hari-hari hujan siapa salah? Tuhan salah! (Bukan saya atau syarikat kakak ipar saya salah! Kami tak makan duit haram! Ayoyo!)" - Datuk Seri Dr S Samy Vellu.

"Kalau tino comey takyoh kejo. (If you are a beautiful female animal, you don't have to work. Just suck your husband''s dick at home, biatch! *Pimp Stride*)" - Datuk Nik Aziz

"Saya ada berkotak-kotak bukti rasuah! Saya akan dedahkan semua!" - Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim, 1998.

"Kepala Siapa Botak? Bini Mahathir!" - Ceramah Reformasi, 1998. Attributed to Anwar.

"Orang tu sama tak macam saya? Perut dia buncit tak?" - Anwar Ibrahim to reporters, before coming up with the beer belly defence.

"Kalau tak suka dengan sistem negara ini, bolehlah berhijrah ke negara lain." - Zahid Hamidi

"Kalah GE13, salah siapa, nyah?" Her Majesty the Queen Azmin Ali

"Mereka nak serang saya!" - Sharizat.

"Why Cookie Rocket? Uh uh uh aaah aaah aaaaahh!" - KJ, outside the US Embassy for some dumbass monkey protest whatever.

"Ka-kaa! Woo hoo hoo!" - Mat Sabu

Our leaders take advantage of our easily-duped nature. They are working on the same concept of conmen in this country - preying on our gullibility. They should be selling e-cigarettes. Or 'ubat kuat'.

If you want to go partisan, I blame BN for keeping people stupid and gullible, to allow PR to take advantage of them. It has certainly backfired for BN.

When PR takes over, all of you who had worries before should calm the fuck down. Nothing will change. From what I can see, there would still be enough corruption to keep the country going - perhaps more so. And all of us who did not benefit from the BN corruption can buy a lottery ticket and bank on the PR Government's corruption starting 2018.

So yes, the country has become a colder, edgier place. I feel like Alan Moore when he contemplated migrating as he wrote V for Vendetta.

Countless times, every day, I get approached by people with their bullshit and they expect me to swallow it, when I assure you I can see through cons a mile away. Why do conmen like to try and fool me? Because I am the Greatest Mind of the 21st Century. These idiots are insecure about their intelligence, as they know deep inside their hearts they are idiots. Their thinking is, if they can get me to believe in their lies, they would be smarter, higher, better.

Our country and its countrymen are still growing, so I let most of this slide.

I mean, most Gen Y talk like this - "Mak ittew ckp, ittew tomei (Our cunt of a mother told us we're cutie-pies)". It is a clear sign that our people are fixated to becoming infantile degenerate monkeys. Then, according to Freud, this means they are at an anal-fixation stage, hence the 'geniuses' in BN believe selling Anwar's buttfucfking story over and over again will placate the masses.

So even though we live in a meaner Malaysia, these are interesting times. The people demand better stories. So far, I see none in BN can spin anything plausible or even feasible. They are too stuck in the old thinking, believing something that worked for 50++ years will continue to work for another 50 million years. BN people are delusional.

Meanwhile, PR right now is all shout and no action. I hope they come up with something - anything. Just demonising BN is wasted effort - that's done already. WE KNOW BN IS CORRUPTED. Now what are we going to do once they are out of the picture? Don't give me abstract concepts and sweeping bullshit like 'we will eradicate corruption!' 'We will develop Malaysia!'. Hey, stupid, a five year old can say that. Tell me HOW.

I don't work on wishy-washy bullshit, and even though some see me as an impulsive risk-taker, I am extremely conservative and would not venture into anything blind, like how I don't believe in simply taking the MyCreative funding thing as there are too many variables that CANNOT be ascertained until it is too far into the game.

Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks, and do not take the Malaysian public as fools either.

I woke up this morning reading social media on calls for a boycott of Chinese businesses and Chinese goods.

Read here, here and here.

This call was started by dunno who and is now being promoted by pro-BN bloggers. Buy Malay first, Buy Chinese last.

This is the kind of stupidity that will get BN and UMNO to lose everything.

First of all, this thing is blatantly, overtly racist. Talk about reconciliation? Fuck you, man. You're driving the wedge even further apart.

How can anyone, in any good conscience, say this is acceptable?

I understand, the Chinese voted overwhelmingly for the Opposition in GE13. So? Free country, mah. Ko marah apasal? The fact that some took BN's money and then didn't vote for them - so? Sue them la, in the court of law.

I believe BN's pride was hurt cause they got conned. Ha-haa! Well, you used to con people, now when people con you, it's a travesty?

Ko letak ramai conmen dalam Gomen, lepas tu marah bila ko kena con? Ko bodoh ke beruk?

You remind me of fuckers who criticise other people's work, but when people criticise theirs, they go ballistic Fucking whiners.

Yes, everyone can vote with their money, but this is too much. Too blatant. Too stupid.

If a race riot happens, the Malays will be blamed because of these racist rhetoric. The racist Chinese (quite a few) hide their racism well. Learn from them at least, you stupid fucking monkeys.

Plus, the Chinese have all the money. While dumb-ass BN kept the Malays working RM2,500 jobs, telling them to bersyukur with five kids, the Chinese breed less, spend less and invest more.

Yes, the Malay buying power is awesome, but that leaves Malays with little to no cash. What the fuck, man?

You dug this hole for over 50 years, Barisan Nasional. Now you complain you're in a hole. Fuck you. I've been telling you for years. Did you listen? Noooo. So fuck you.

I am not joining this boycott as I consider it as ridiculous as boycotting Jewish products or pro-Israel companies.

I will also NOT go the pathetic Malay apologist route and buy stuff from Chinese shops because I feel guilty or don't want to be seen as racist.

I will buy things based on my needs and my funds, logistics and whether I like your face.

There are as many Malay conmen as Chinese conmen. I don't do business with conmen. If you're a conman, I don't give a shit what race you are. To me, you are an animal.

Today, I feel like killing people, so I decided to stay at home.

I woke up in a foul mood. And a headache. The cleaner came in the morning, but left since I was fast asleep after downing cough medication last night.

So I woke up and answered a call from him. I let him in and then went out for brunch.

I can sense the energy in KL - it is hostile and violent. Cold and harsh. Underneath a thin veneer of normalcy, I sense dark energy signatures. I blame this all on politicians.

Some of my Opposition friends are doing their legwork, running around, selling their bullshit. BN folks are up on their high-horse, feeling victimised and all that shit. The fact is, they are all stupid.

For decades, BN has maintained a stranglehold on funds and resources in this country. They appoint their children, nephews and nieces, mediocre girls they want to fuck or sucked their dicks to positions of power. Unqualified, stupid, inhuman baboons.

Sure, they did employ some brains - somebody has to do all the work - but in the end, the corruption has resulted in stupidity after stupidity.

Perhaps subconsciously realising this, they have kept the public stupid. Malaysian education is amazingly pedantic and overbearing, allowing little room for the development of young minds. Take it from me - I went through 16 years of Malaysian education, from primary, secondary to tertiary levels. In fact, I've never left South East Asia.

Literature, arts and whatever have been neglected and sometimes curbed so there would be little chance for older minds to grow, for the public to have access to better thinking.

A friend of mine said that he agrees with me that Malaysians are monkeys, and that it is necessary to rule over them with an iron fist, because they are monkeys.

Anyway, after BN has kept the public conned and lulled, they believe they can be in power forever. They were arrogant, not because the public has become smarter, but simply due to the fact that there are other conmen ready to exploit the gullibility of the public.

Enter Anwar, who taught the PR conmen how to con the Malaysian public, BN style, but with a contemporary spin.

I saw droves of people being conned by these fuckers. Some of these conmen even approached me, but whenever I ask for proof or evidence for their accusations, they get angry.

I mean, what the fuck? I am all ready and willing to see the lies and corruption of the Government exposed for all to see, but I am not going to sit there like a monkey and believe in anything without proof. I want to believe, but - sorry - I am not a monkey.

I believe that the BN Government is corrupt, and I believe there should be proof or evidence if this is so. We live in a world where everyone has recording devices. Most can read, even if they are monkeys.

And no one is making any suggestions on making our lives better anyway. Zahid Hamidi is busy arresting people. Muhyiddin went to Phuket. Najib is somewhere, licking his wounds. The BN machinery has failed and they don't know what else to do, other than some idiotic blatantly racist boycott and shouting insults.

Anwar and his monkeys are organising street rallies to try and topple the Government by force - to me a purely selfish and power-crazy move that would sacrifice a lot of people so he and his family can break open the country and steal what's left of the money.

By sacrifice, I mean people will die. If this continues, with this kind of energy and emotionally charged bullshit, people will die.

And none of the politicians care if and when people die. They don't give a fuck. You think Anwar, Najib, KJ, Shahrizat, Lim Kit Siang care if people start killing each other on the streets? No. They'll just do a dumb memorial somewhere, and plant flags or flowers, and that's that.

I want a country where politicians debate issues, and not spend all the time talking about themselves and how their rivals are fucktards - YOU ARE ALL FUCKTARDS. We know that. You are all corrupt, you are all liars, and you are the most selfish bunch of hypocrites the universe has ever seen.

But I'm more angry at the people. Wake up. These fucktards are not for you, they are not on your side. What have they ever done for you or the country? Nothing. Everything has only been for themselves. It is up to the people to push for an issues-based political scene.

And instead of killing each other, should the riots and the violence spill on the streets, we should all go and kill politicians first. ALL politicians. They are the butt-cancer of this country and they should all die first.

I hate the word 'racial'. It's not racial, it's racist. It's not racialism, it's racism.

Now who are racist? Perkasa, definitely. Zulkifli Noordin said some racist things. Race-based parties are by default racist. UMNO, MCA, MIC are racist in nature. DAP is also racist, but are better when it comes to hide their racism - this is no accusation, just an opinion.

PKR is not racist. PKR is stupid. A bunch of conned wankers. PIS-M AKA PAS is not racist, so long as you are a Muslim.

People use the word racial simply to dilute the thing from what it actually is - racism.

In my short 33-year-old life, I have experienced racism from all quarters. Some Malays were racist to me, some Chinese were racist to me and some Indians were racist to me as well. I got one white guy who was racist to me in Malaysia, but to be fair, it wasn't personal - he was racist towards everybody. I also encountered some racist fucktard tourists in Thailand, but never from the Thais.

It's sad, but that's the way people choose to live, to be. Yes, racism is a choice made by these idiots. They boycott businesses, overtly or covertly, they refuse to do certain things with certain races or even acknowledge them.

AT the core of it is distrust and ego. Distrust of other people, and the ego thinking you are better, SIMPLY. Why are you better? Can you run faster? Can you lift more weights? Does that make you better?

No, everyone is too lazy for that. Nobody got time for that. They are better, SIMPLY. God has given them a mandate that they SIMPLY, are better than everyone else.

I sense the brewing storm in Malaysia, and I can't help but allow it to affect me. I feel the murderous intent bristling, and I do not believe some simple gestures will make it all better again.

This is why, coming back to KL from Kuantan I bought some melee attack weapons, some duct tape, epoxy glue, some condoms and stocked up enough food to last me two weeks or so, should the unthinkable happens.

This is the energy I have been sensing, and I don't know how to make it stop.

One Gen Y dude once branded me an iconoclast. I had to look up what it means on Google.

Well, it's not difficult to be cynical in Malaysia, and I'm glad I'm not the only one, albeit the only one with brains. My entire generation is filled with people who smile at bullshit. However, cynics, in their rejection to believe in the normal, sometimes believe in the paranormal.

Let's back up a bit. We give the Malaysian education system a bad time. Tonight, I will tell you some of the reasons why, from my perspective.

I went through 16 years of the local education system. There are millions of us - the majority of the populace, in fact. In primary school, for kids between seven to 12 years of age, we were told not to ask questions. I asked several which got me in trouble - why can't Muslims eat pigs? If Heaven can provide us with all our heart's desires, can I exchange virgins for a transforming jet like in Macross?

Those questions got me and my classmates to stand on our chairs. The teachers were ready to punish the entire class for my questions, in order to create a situation where other kids would view me as a troublemaker, hence pressuring me to refrain from asking these awkward questions they do not even dare to answer.

In secondary school, I had these questions which again got me in trouble - I once had to remove my desk from class and sit near the staircase at the end of the block. I also noticed how society and culture was forming around me.

High school to me, was like Lord of the Flies, Sleepers and Shawshank Redemption rolled into one. But mostly for me - Lord of the Flies. I saw how society, culture and the whole structure was supported by the belief of all individuals on certain laws, rules.

For instance, no matter what happens between kids, you never, EVER, tell an adult. Anyone who broke those rules found themselves ostracised or worse. It was a society run by fear. It was the most potent currency - something that will keep mass numbers of people in line.

There was also popularity, but that is not unique to Malaysia.

In college, I saw a bunch of kids running around asking why is the world hurting them so. They had no idea why they were there, or where they were going. Hell, I didn't know what the fuck was going on.

Given the opportunity not to attend classes, I decided to play Super Robot Wars 2 on a friend's Gameboy instead. For the first time in my life, I properly failed a subject at the end of the semester - co-curriculum, because I only went to two and a half of the classes.

I saw in my course-mates the vacant stare of young people who were mostly aimless. They did not know what they wanted in life. Those who do, merely imitated their parents and what they wished for their children.

Have you ever seen a 20-something guy or girl with the dreams of a 50 year old? It's fucking sad.

I admit that I was still ruled by fear back then. I was scared. The fuck was I gonna do? Later, I decided that a degree is just a degree. I was going to graduate and fuck everything - I was going to be a writer.

Meanwhile, I still had those questions about why Muslims can't eat pigs. So I went to UM's Akademi Pengajian Islam (API) and asked an Ustazah there. She told me to come on a Saturday morning so she could make me stand in front of a classroom to be heckled by API students for daring to ask such questions.

From primary school to college, the reaction to questions was the same. In 16 years, the message was loud, clear and ultimately repeated over and over again. Do not question, and be afraid.

Nowadays, every day when I question everything I read or hear from any source, I think back to the Malaysian education system and my immense mental capacity projects a huge astral construct - a fist stretched outwards with the middle finger straight to the sky.

Who's afraid now, bitch?

In an effort to understand, and despite my sore throat and having lost my voice, I spent the whole day talking to people.

These days, people glibly and gleefully throw hateful comments at one another, across polling centers, cyberspace and football fields.

Even those who claim to 'fight fire with flowers' are not throwing sex organs of plants, unless those are mushroom clouds blooming.

Some idiots even taunted me, pointing out that I no longer do or write funny stuff. I don't feel like comedy, really. I feel the writhing beast under the thin facade of normalcy, and I fear the hateful monster will soon be upon us.

I like to think that I was both gifted and cursed by the capacity to understand humans. I feel like Martian Manhunter most of the times - a dreary, overpowered superhero whose only weakness is that he is a pussy. An empath is always a pussy. I guess I'm a pussy.

I have met, spoke and consulted many people. Most of them my friends. The only conclusion I can derive is that the Malaysian public was and are conned by a hateful sub-species of primates - politicians.

I have often warned people of the dangers of politicians, and yet they still went ahead and believed the hot, steaming piles of bullshit that comes out of the front orifice of politicians. They rally, curse, write, taunt and threaten.

High emotion rule the day, while rational minds cower in fear. The scientific method is no longer mentioned, replaced by straw-men, ad hominem, et cetera. There is a taint of pre-judgement, of automatic sentencing in the court of public minds and the word proof - as mentioned by a friend - is now a swear word.

"I HATE it when people ask for proof," he said.

I wanted to say, "But we always ask for proof and evidence before we make our conclusions. That is part of the achievements of our systems, culture, our laws and administration. It is the only way we can be scientific. The only way we can be fair and just."

But I didn't. Because I understand. I understand the frustration, the pain, the hurt, the fear, the betrayal, the lies and the truth. Empaths are always pussies.

Ideals? Ideals are great. Principle? Ethics? Even more so. These things are taking us beyond the physical human evolution. However, all I see, from all sides, are hate-filled rhetoric, victim stories and more whining.

And yes, when we have run out of our excuses, what shall we do? In desperation, what do we turn to? And what do we turn into?

Oh well.

Hello, BN cybertroopers, (the extremely ineffective) Unit Media Baru UMNO, anti-PR people and pro-BN online supporters, have you heard of Kamil Karim?

You can go to his Facebook page here. I mention him because he, along with a few anti-PR people like Shen Yee Aun and Amri Rohayat(Rohayat X) as well as others on Facebook are doing a way better job than any BN/UMNO-sponsored team on all social media.

I've always maintained my political neutrality and I always will. However, that will not shut me up from commenting on campaign as well as communication tactics. It is my belief that while both BN and PR lied and continue to lie, cheat and con the Malaysian public, we are more predisposed to believing PR's bullshit, not questioning their statements and taking it all on face or emotional value.

While BN's campaign was almost a total failure on social media this GE13, despite their wealth of resources, manpower and whatever else, it was actually up to these unpaid individuals to make any sort of dent or ask any (ANY) question against PR's social media machinery.

While they take their sources from reports and blogs, they provide something in the vacuum of BN's communication strategy - engagement.

Any communication campaign online relies on three basic pillars - a repository of information, a means to promote the information, and engagement. While controlling ALL of mainstream media - behemoths like The Star, Media Prima, the paid and unpaid bloggers have all stockpiled information. Their audience and visibility in Malaysia is second to none. However, the machinery failed in engagement. Look at the BN-sponsored Twitter accounts.

BNCybertroopers, Panglima Perang Cyber and Unit Media Baru are totally ineffective, possibly manned by total retards and don't even converse with people properly.

I know that the UMNO/BN top people, like PR's, only read some shit online they share among themselves, and pat each other on the back for articles nobody else reads. They are entirely inadequate, stupid and should be killed on sight due to their sheer stupidity.

The BN rabid supporters way has always been to cheer someone with enough balls to say something pro-them, even if that thing is stupid, offensive, a lie, or blatantly racist. They have no idea on effective communication, psychology or even have the capacity to listen or be honest. This is one of the many reasons why I hate the BN culture - it is undeniably stupid.

Their frontliners are manned by failures in life who suckle on the giant teats of BN and UMNO. Is it any wonder then, that after PR successfully campaigned for people NOT to be informed - they asked everyone NOT to read newspapers or watch TV, making them the ONLY source of dogmatic information - that you get results such as the recent GE13?

For BN, you need to stop being monkeys and evolve. Leave your dirty, stupid, corrupted ways. Learn from these people and those who know and understand better than you.

For the people, I don't give a shit who you support, but please do not be misinformed or malinformed. Devour information, collect data, facts, discard emotion, weigh both sides, and make your decision.

For me? I just hate seeing people lied to, and I hate conmen coming up to me and saying racist bullshit or try to insult my intelligence. This has happened from both sides and it has taken all my willpower not to kill them with my melee attack weapons.

Some people are placing the movie Kil as the herald of a new era of Malaysian cinema.

This reminds me of a Malay proverb - 'sokong membawa rebah'. It references the kind of support that could sabotage the one you are supporting.

The PMO and BN info machinery comes to mind, successfully defeating BN for the past 10 years due to sheer idiocy.

It is much too unfair, preposterous and pretentious to say that Kil is a game changer. Only time will tell and putting such heavy expectations on Kil has the potential to disappoint movie-goers when they find that Kil is NOT Star Wars. Not in the least. Kil is - to me - a well-made movie by people who love movies and stories.

It has a great premise - a man who wants to kill himself but couldn't, somehow - hires an agency to do so. The rest of the movie is about what happens after as Kil rediscovers his life, love and we delve a bit into why he wants to die, and why some of the other characters make their choices about life and death.

This is the real strength of the movie - the characters. Film is a collaborative medium, and everything - story, pace, structure, look and feel, character - are a result of great teamwork and chemistry between the major players. Directors, cinematographers, actors, writers, producers work together to bring some ideas to life. When the teamwork is solid, more ideas can be put forth, using such tools as characters. It should be noted that nowhere in the list are marketers or accountants.

The director, Nik Amir, managed to create a wonderful, layered world for Kil simply because the characters made it so. He sets up some characters early on and then creates resonance when those characters appear again to repeat or reinforce a theme. He used the characters as short-hand, which is a true delight to see.

While Redza Minhat delivers his expected performance as the awkward Akil/Kil, Cristina Suzanne Stockstill stole the show at times portraying a 'manic pixie chick lite' in Zara. A more subdued version of the 'manic pixie chick' made popular by actors such as Zooey Deschanel and various anime heroines.

A scene has Kil asking her, where she is going, and she said, "Nak gi toilet jap, eh?", with a flirty wink. Before you condemn this statement as support for scatology or golden showers, this encapsulates the attraction for the character Zara - she is both earthy (she takes a shit or pees) and ephemereal (boobs, wink) at the same time. The fact that she - and the movie - acknowledges that female protagonists do defecate is a true revolution in Malaysian cinema, if you're looking for 'revolutionary stuff' in this film.

Another revelation is Harun Salim Bachik - for the past 65 million years type-cast as a two-dimensional slapstick comedian - the man finally showed some dramatic acting chops. His delivery, timing and expressions were a delight to see. I have always been a fan of Harun Salim Bachik from his Gado-Gado days and am very happy to see him given a non-comedy role for a change.

Anne James demonstrated why she was cast with another subdued yet effective performance. Her ultimate scene is one example how stage acting neatly translated to the silver screen, helped by the director and her co-stars to bring an understated grief.

The Jebs - I can't remember her name, Junad is it? I know her only as The Jebs, or _TheJebs due to her Twitter handle - is by far the funniest character in the show. Both as the character and due to her own character. She should be recruited by a studio and typecast as a comedic actor for the next 65 million years.

The dialogue was crisp and minimal, and you can see here that the director and producers never asked for more dialogue to fill in the silence, which works really well. This sets Kil ahead of other movies that are sometimes cacophonous in their talking.

Kil is a great movie. Is it a perfect movie? There is no such thing. There are always things to nitpick in any movie, except Babe. Babe is the perfect movie. The best movie ever and I will rape anyone who says otherwise with a trained rapist dog. That has rabies.

Anyway, Kil could have focused a bit more on the theme of life and death, as well as our conscious choices. Though very tight, some strands of the plot tapered off into the nether. Kil's brother, The Jeb's character, the boss, the mechanic, the agent, even Anne James all appeared purely for the benefit of the two protagonists with few getting a neatly-tied bow for their contributions. Of course, if everything is a neatly tied bow, it wouldn't be fun and way too long.

The chemistry between Kil and Zara is good, but because this movie is not titled 'Akil Dan Zara' or 'A to Z', Zara's thread and ultimate resolution is a tad neglected. It would have been great to see her reach some form of transition herself, but it is fine.

All in all, a good effort and a great movie. I really enjoyed it. I hope for more stuff like this in the future from all involved, if only to enrichen the film scene.

Filem Kil oleh pengarah muda yang kacak dan jambu, Nik Amir, dinobatkan (dituduh?) oleh sesetengah pihak sebagai peneraju gelombang baru perfileman Malaysia.

Aku tak fikir ini adil untuk Kil - sebuah filem yang dibuat dengan kemas dan penuh teliti oleh Nik Amir, Rewan Ishak, dan rakan-rakan mereka (ramai tanya aku pasal Rewan yang mereka fikir pengarah Kil. Tak, Nik Amir pengarah Kil. Rewan penerbit eksekutif dan antara tiga penulis skrip).

Masa aku tengok Avengers, harapan aku terlalu tinggi, sampai bila aku tengok kat wayang, aku bosan. Jangan letakkan harapan terlalu tinggi pada Kil, sebelum menontonnya. Memang ini filem hebat, tapi jangan sabotaj diri sendiri dan mengharapkan penukar arus industri seperti Star Wars. Kil bukan Star Wars.

Premis Kil memang menarik - seorang lelaki loser (Kil/Akil) lakonan Redza Minhat ingin membunuh diri, tetapi gagal. Dia kemudian mengupah satu agensi/NGO untuk membunuhnya. Penonton kemudian dibawa ke dunia Kil untuk melihat bagaimana dia mula sayangkan hidup setelah terjumpa awek bernama Zara dan memahami kenapa dia ingin bunuh diri.

Dunia Kil memang kemas. Nik Amir menggunakan watak-watak pembantu yang muncul kembali untuk mencipta satu komuniti yang rasanya boleh masuk akal dan tidak klise. Dunia Kil, dengan imej yang cantik dan menyenangkan hati, memang seronok untuk diteroka, walaupun sengaja dibuat agak suram, sebab topiknya suram.

Aku tak cukup ilmu untuk cakap pasal mise en scene, teknik cinematografi, mahupun miso sup, jadi tak payahlah aku nak pura-pura tahu. Namun, rakan-rakan yang lebih arif ada berkata, filem ini menggunakan sudut rakaman kamera yang baik. Imejan Kil dijaga dengan sempurna. Apa yang aku perasan banyak babak yang nampak rajin. Ada satu babak Zara (heroin) berjalan yang dibuat dua kali. Bagi aku, itu dah rajin, sebab kalau aku, aku malas.

Masa awal-awal, ada beberapa suntingan yang aku rasa tak cukup kemas, tetapi beberapa kerat kekurangan filem ini pada dua-tiga babak (lepas Kil kena belasah/culik, aku dah terkapai-kapai kelemasan dalam lautan 'aku tak sure apa jadi', sama dengan cameo Ella) tidak 'menggerhanakan' kerajinan kumpulan ini membuat filem.

Ini filem yang dibuat oleh mereka yang suka filem. Aku bukan cakap ni pasal aku kenal (jugak) diorang, tapi pasal ini jelas dalam layanan mereka kepada cerita, watak, alunan emosi, tema dan semua aspek perfileman, kecuali pemasaran tradisi. Aku musykil dan risau dengan kekurangan bahan promosi di luar Twitter.

Bagaimana mahu meneraju era baru perfileman Malaysia, kalau ramai tak tahu/tak dapat nak tengok? Kalau korang boleh tengok Kil, dipersilakan. Kita sebaik-baiknya menyokong filem ini dengan wang ringgit kita, agar lebih banyak Kil yang dapat dibuat, tanpa mengharapkan bantuan Kerajaan yang biasanya tak sampai ke ramai penggiat seni di bawah ni. Kalau ko ada lobang, atau lobang ko best, mungkin boleh mencium bau dana. Kalau tak, ko pergi cium benda lain la.

Namun, tema Kil yang bertunjangkan persoalan hidup dan mati tampak agak sesuai untuk ini sebab industri filem Malaysia amat perlukan suntikan nafas baru kreativiti dan semangat yang aku nampak semakin kontang. Bukan tak ada. Amat kurang ajar kalau kita cakap semua orang yang buat filem sekarang dah takde idea atau dirogol kreativitinya (kemudian kahwin dengan perogol kreativiti mereka, secara kreatif). Cuma, baguslah kalau ada variasi. The more, the merrier, kata Mahatma Gandhi.

Ada beberapa teman yang berkata, sejak zaman Bujang Lapok P Ramlee, tak ada langsung pembaharuan dan kenaikan dalam perfileman Malaysia.

Aku tak setuju, sebab aku rasa filem-filem seperti Kami ("Ada seorang budak perempuan baru datang ke kampungku!") lakonan Allahyarham Sudirman Hj Arshad ialah filem terbaik dalam masa 30 tahun yang lepas, dan bagi aku filem Malaysia paling hebat pernah aku tengok.

Matinya Seorang Patriot ("Research, Kadir!"), bagi aku, pemula jenis filem balas dendam yang menghiburkan. Sila lihat filem-filem Rahim Razali, Eman Manan pada masa itu. Ada satu filem tu, aku tak ingat sangat, Melati Putih rasanya tajuk dia ("Kau lempang dia macamana? Aku lempang dia macam ni! Kau lempang dia macamana? Aku lempang dia macam ni. PANG! ") - cerita pasal perempuan HAMPIR kena rogol yang TIDAK BERKAHWIN dengan orang yang cuba merogolnya, malah (SPOILER ALERT) penyerang seksual itu dibunuh oleh kekasih Melati - seorang lelaki terencat akal.

Ini filem lakonan Yusof Haslam paling baik pernah dibuat, penuh dengan kekaburan moral dan tiada anatagonis nyata, kecuali watak picisan yang menjadi penyerang seksual. Malah, antagonis Melati Putih ialah kehidupan sendiri, realiti kehidupan dunia yang kadangkala agak sukar diterima dan telalu pahit untuk ditelan.

Malah, filem-filem terpenting P Ramlee sendiri dihasilkan selepas zaman Studio Jalan Ampas. Dr Rushdi ("Di sinilah tempatnya saya membuat injeksyen") dan Gelora ("Bolehkah saya membuka kutang makcik? Bukalah!") dua filem arahan P Ramlee pada tahun 1970 mendedahkan pengaruh sinema yang lebih gelap untuk Allahyarham P Ramlee, yang mungkin sedang bereaksi kepada revolusi kebebasan seksual sedunia pada masa itu, ataupun sebab orang Malaysia memang miang dan senang terjebak dalam kancah jenayah dan kerapuhan moral.

Apa pun, aku amat senang dan gembira dengan adanya pembuat filem yang berani meletakkan duit dan usaha mereka ke dalam sesuatu projek seperti Kil. Mungkin ramai tak tahu, Rewan, Nik Amir dan rakan-rakan asalnya hanya mahu menayangkan filem ini di empat panggung, tunjuk kat kawan-kawan dan saudara-mara. Nasib mereka baik sebab GB ambik filem ni.

Aku juga rasa kita sebagai penonton bernasib baik sebab dalam masa beberapa tahun saja, kita dapat menonton Bunohan, Rock Oo dan Kil di pawagam. Semoga industri perfileman Malaysia semakin matang.

Zaman aku muda-muda dulu, aku nak buat komik. Kalau bukan komik, aku nak buat kartun.

Jadi, aku pun lepak dengan artis-artis komik, penulis dan pelukis komik. Juga pembuat animasi, special effects, etc.

Borak punya borak, aku tanya, "Apa kau nak buat, sebenarnya? Kenapa kau nak buat komik/kartun?"

Ada banyak jawapan, tapi satu hamba Allah ni cakap, "Aku buat kartun untuk menggemparkan industri kartun Malaysia."

Aku diam kejap, pastu aku kutuk dia.

"Lepas kau gemparkan industri kartun Malaysia, apa kau nak buat?"

Dia senyap. Kemudian mengaku dia tak pernah fikir lagi jauh daripada itu.

Pertama sekali, kartun dan animasi kat Malaysia ni masih belum capai tahap industri.

Industri hiburan Malaysia, secara keseluruhan, pada tahun 2010, bernilai RM20 billion, kata sesetengah orang dalam suratkhabar pada tahun itu. Perlu diingat, walaupun pada masa tu, aku tak fikir angka ini senang untuk disahkan.

Daripada RM20 billion ni, jualan muzik langsung hanya dalam RM40-50 juta, walhal 15 tahun lepas, angkanya RM200 juta. Filem? Entah. Ada la dalam RM70-100 juta di pawagam pada tahun yang baik (berdasarkan 70++ filem ditayang setahun, walaupun purata kutipan biasanya kurang RM1 juta satu filem baru-baru ini), angka yang sama kat Astro First KOT, dan jualan DVD yang... bergantung pada lanun cetak rompak.

Tolak benda-benda obvious ni, kita kata la satu billion - ini pun dah amal jariah dah ni. Yang RM19 billion lagi daripada bahagian mana?

Aku fikir, yang lain tu banyaknya live events. Acara di lokasi. Konsert-konsert, acara jenis JomHeboh. Kemudian, TV. TV banyak buat duit, bai. Ratus-ratus juta. Berbillion.

Pun masih tak cukup RM20 billion.

Aku kira-kira, mana datang angka RM20 billion tu? Ada menteri sapu RM15 billion ke? Tu masalahnya menatang ni. Aku takde data yang sahih dan sumber yang sah. Nak harap KEKKWA, dulu Rais Yatim pegang. Tulis nama dia pun nanti kena saman. Apa la orang tua tu.

Apa pun, point aku ialah: industri kartun dan animasi ni kecik. Kalau semua orang nak gegarkan, ranaplah dia. Macam semua duduk kat pondok, pastu bila ada lima ekor menyamar monyet, runtuhlah pondok tu. Semua nak menggempar industri.

Bukan tak boleh, bagus sebenarnya, tapi aktiviti menggempar ni, biasanya selfish. Nak buat pasal nak rasa diri sendiri best. Ini penghakiman aku. Aku fikir, mana-mana cabang seni harus kembali ke teras asalnya - komunikasi dengan manusia.

Dalam komunikasi, ada masa kita bercakap, tapi 90% sebenarnya kita harus luangkan untuk mendengar. Kalau semua orang habiskan 90% masa bercakap, siapa nak dengar?

There are rumours that the Barisan Nasional Government is planning to impose even stricter laws online, requiring registration of social media - just like the Mutant Registration Act and the Blogger Registration Act suggested before 2008. If this goes through, I will launch a Crimson Jihad against the Government and help ensure their destruction by 2018. Or November 2013.

One of the first things I learned when I disclosed my secret past as a computer science student was the fact that people - dead end users and noobs - would forever ask me to fix their machines or blogs.

I remember spending hours one drunken night, at a pub, helping out a 50++ year old guy place the Malaysian flag in the middle of his blog header.

I told the guy beforehand that it would look ridiculous, but he was not having any of it.

Now, the code for the header in Blogger is a bit different from the code for the body, which was simple body for html - a child can do that. The header, though, is a called function from a list of stuff and placing anything in the header is a headache, especially for someone with rudimentary coding skills like me.

Nevertheless, I persevered and managed to put the image of the Malaysian flag in the middle of the header.

So, after the big reveal, "Ta-daa!" the guy had a look and then said, "It looks ridiculous. Take it out."

The main problem for technopriests and tech-savvy people is educating the rest of the non-natives what can and can't be done, or whether we should do it.

Most of the non-natives are completely oblivious and have a warped understanding to technology or media, even communications or psychology. This is why some of them believe the Internet as either a) the underworld or b) magic. This is also why I have met so many people in Governments and large organisations who overheard one thing their child or nephew/niece said and held on to that sliver of info as gospel.

"Dancing beavers are so hot right now," said the man/woman's 5 year old. And so, the man/woman then goes to meetings that change the country, parroting the line.

"We need an online website (what website is NOT online, dumbass?) that will get the youth excited!" said Fearless Leader.

"Dancing beavers are so hot right now!" pipped the mother of the 5-year-old.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but you sound hip and young! Release the contractors!"

And so, a website of vaginas doing pirouettes is born!

I have seen campaigns killed not by anything else but by sheer hardheadedness of some stakeholders who choked the damned thing to death.

All this stems from insecurities. These non-natives want to matter or be seen as significant, but they are not and they know that, and they are very, very angry. Emotion leads to irrational behaviour, and this is why, despite all the information and data, resources and manpower available to BN, they have failed and continue to fail at new media.

The Malays have a saying - tak reti menari, salahkan lantai tak rata. So, if you suck at something, don't blame the rules or the world. You suck. Accept it and move on. Leave it to the best in the world.

Baru balik rumah. Semalam doktor gigi aku cakap tak boleh pulak walhal last week cakap boleh. Aku agak terkilan sebab dia tak call aku pun. Kalau dia call, takde la aku pergi sana hari ni. Oh well. Aku dah tukar (Ubah!) doktor dan klinik gigi dan appointment aku yang berikutnya, hari Jumaat.

Cakap pasal terkilan, semasa aku menunggu masa appointment aku dengan doktor gigi, aku telah diserang di Twitter oleh beberapa orang yang mewakili Unit Media Baru UMNO (UMB).

Semua bermula bila aku dok ngumpat UMB dengan sorang member. Sejak berakhirnya GE13, aku selalu mengkritik kaedah yang digunakan cybertroopers UMNO dan BN sebab aku rasa diorang jauh terkebelakang daripada Red Bean Army, mahupun kumpulan pemilik akaun Twitter untuk mempromosi aiskrim, filem atau buku.

Hari ini, semua persoalan aku terjawab apabila mereka menyerang aku dengan cara mereka. Apa yang aku akan tulis ini bukan untuk memastikan mereka dibuang kerja (khabar angin mengatakan kepala UMB, Tun Faisal mungkin nak blah dah atau mungkin UMB dibubarkan. Aku tak tau kesahihan khabar angin ini semua, dan aku tak minat. Bukan niat aku menabur pasir dalam periuk nasi orang. Aku cuma ingin membincangkan kaedah dan taktik yang digunakan)

Pertama sekali, mereka menuduh aku mewakili BN Youth Volunteers. Ini sebab member aku di Twitter memang BNYV yang jelas dan nyata.

Ini kesilapan pertama mereka - membuat andaian tanpa usul periksa. Kemudian, setiap serangan mereka berbentuk peribadi dengan beberapa cubaan lucu untuk melagakan aku dengan ketua BNYV - Khairy Jamaluddin, PapaGomo dan Parpukari.

Aku rasa ini lucu sebab semua ini mengingatkan aku pada zaman sekolah rendah dengan budak-budak kecil cuba melagakan antara satu sama lain. Jelas, bagi aku, ini taktik untuk minda kerdil yang senang terpedaya. Namun, demi rasa ingin tahu, aku layan dan ikut saja bila mereka suruh aku maki KJ tak tentu pasal.

Perlu diingat, yang kami tidak membincangkan sebarang isu pun. Pertembungan ini terjadi semata-mata sebab aku duk mengumpat kegiatan BN cybers yang bagi aku memang tidak berkesan semasa GE13 dan jika diteruskan akan memastikan Pakatan Rakyat mengambil alih tampuk pimpinan negara pada GE14, mungkin 2018. Ini kebarangkalian yang aku sudah tidak endah sebab bagi aku, semua ahli politik dan jentera politik, serupa saja rejimnya. Depan belakang sama sahaja.

Aku juga dituduh golongan 'elit' yang tak faham kerja orang bawah. Elit? Elitiskah kalau aku berasal dari paya? Namun, mungkin sebab kekacakan dan kepetahan aku berbahasa Inggeris, Jepun dan mencarut dalam bahasa Hakka menyebabkan mereka teruja.

Sebenarnya, aku faham 'frustration' yang mereka rasa. Ramai yang frust sebab kehadiran BN di media sosial begitu senang dijahanamkan elemen asing, termasuk aku sendiri. Kami mahukan perlawanan yang lebih sengit, tapi apa yang ada sekarang amat berat sebelah, dan ini antara sebabnya.

Seterusnya, aku dituduh ingin mengambil alih pucuk pimpinan Tun Faisal, mahupun BN sendiri. Ini tuduhan yang bagi aku seperti si buta meraba dalam gelap. Aku tak hingin jawatan Tun Faisal dulu, sekarang dan selamanya. Aku pun tak berminat menjawat jawatan dalam BN, sebab aku rasa parti itu akan kalah dalam masa 5-15 tahun ini.

Kemudian, mereka mengajukan pelbagai lagi tuduhan seperti orang mengamuk. Aku nak ambil alih BN cybers (dulu aku ada fikir aku boleh menjual khidmat syarikat aku untuk memperkasakan jentera media sosial mereka, tetapi sekarang aku fikir tiada siapa dalam dunia ini atau yang lain, mampu menaiktaraf situasi BN di media sosial).

Kemudian, mereka cuba lagi melagakan aku dan KJ, walhal aku dengan KJ ni, seperti hidupan berasaskan karbon dan hidupan berasaskan silikon. Kami tidak hidup di dunia yang sama - KJ anak diplomat, membesar penuh kemewahan, aku budak paya yang suka baca komik. Mereka juga cuba dengan PapaGomo dan Parpukari, dengan harapan aku akan kena maki dengan dua orang ni.

Selepas aku cakap, "Butuh ah, KJ," mereka menganggap ini satu kemenangan, lantas cuba menjaja tweet itu beberapa kali. Aku di rumah, terus buka seluar dan meraba alat sulit aku.

Diorang lupa, maki hamun, carut tu senang. Antara sebab blog aku pernah popular pada masa dulu ialah tarikan mencarut. Ada sebab kenapa aku tak mencarut sangat sekarang: 1) aku bosan 2) kesannya akan berkurangan kalau aku sentiasa mencarut.

Kemudian, mereka mendakwa mereka sudah menang. Ini bertujuan untuk menjadikan aku rasa goyah, agar ego aku mengecut dan aku akan berusaha membesarkan ego aku dengan membuat kenyataan-kenyataan bodoh.

Tanpa mereka sedari, nenek moyang aku sudah mengalami evolusi daripada beruk kepada manusia, dan aku adalah bentuk terakhir manusia sebelum menjangkau alam kerohanian.

Yang kelakarnya, mereka mendedahkan betapa mereka bencikan BNYV - sejurus mengiakan cakap-cakap kosong bahawa UMB dan BNYV sedang bertelagah. Kalau isu dalaman pun tak boleh diselesaikan, kalau UMB dan BNYV tak boleh bersatu, bagaimana hendak menyatukan kaum-kaum di Malaysia? Bagaimana hendak melawan Red Bean Army? Aku tak fikir Red Bean Army itu kuat sangat, tetapi sep[erti biasa, BN dikalahkan diri sendiri.

Pertanyaan-pertanyaan mereka di akhir percakaran lucu ini berbunyi seperti, "Ko tak malu ke?" "Ko tak rasa bodoh ke?"

Ini teknik psikologi rapuh yang digunakan untuk anak-anak kecil. "Eeeee tak malu!" kalau anak kecil itu tak pakai seluar. Cara ini antara yang digunapakai dalam pelbagai ujikaji psiko-sosial dijalankan pada tahun 60an dan 70an di US.

Aku juga rasa amat kasihan bila mereka kata yang orang lain (aku) tak faham kerja orang bawahan yang sukar, berat dan selalu kena maki. Aku simpati. Mereka juga mendakwa mereka sudah dilatih - satu kenyataan yang membuatkan aku amat sedih.

Yang paling sedih - mereka juga mendabik dada dengan pengalaman di Pilihanraya Kecil. Kalau diingat, markah untuk Pilihanraya Kecil adalah seri antara Kerajaan dan Pembangkang.

Kesimpulan:

Aku fikir BN cybers menggunakan taktik dan teknik berlandaskan emosi yang sesuai untuk sesetengah khalayak. Malangnya, aku tak fikir cara mereka laku di bandar - medan tempur baru dan tempat BN paling lemah.

Siapa mahu dengar intipati yang kau perkatakan, kalau asyik menjerit? Apa objektif mereka yang menyerang aku tadi? Memperjuangkan agenda Melayu? Memenangi hati pengundi? Memuaskan nafsu amarah? Memusnahkan BNYV?

Adakah ini cara BN melihat pengundi? Sebagai berukera yang senang dimomokkan, dijolok dan diusik dengan ranting kayu?

Aku amat bersimpati dengan mereka yang mungkin sudah kehilangan kerja akibat taktik dan strategi serta latihan sebegitu. Aku juga menghulurkan tangan dan menepuk bahu mereka yang frust dengan keadaan sebegini.

Aku dulu berfikir aku boleh jual khidmat aku kepada BN demi impian aku untuk bersara. Namun, selepas melihat beginilah kacau-bilau yang sedang berlaku, aku fikir baik aku memberi tumpuan kepada kerja yang lebih berfaedah. Seperti melancap.

WHat I have seen in the past weeks merely confirmed my darkest doubts about Malaysia.

While Pakatan Rakyat people consistently try to tell me and the rest of the country that we should all listen and believe them WITHOUT proof, so that when they take over they can rob whatever's left of the money BN has yet to squander.

I believe in the scientific method and call on everyone to use your brains and judgments with everything, and never to replace rationale with emotional rhetoric.

Meanwhile, in my quest for information, I have also found the remnants of the empire. The BN scourge on the land. For 56 years, many things have been allowed to slide - many incompetencies and retardation, incestuous mal and misinformation that has driven some parts of the Government to the ground.

The problem lies in a few things. First there is the 'inner circle' way of doing things. If you're not connected, then fuck you. Initiatives and stimulus programmes are ineffectual, and you will always, always find retards and the corrupt in all manner of powerful positions.

BN is structured like the solar system. At the center is the life-giving sun, filled with a few powerful families and dynasties. Then, due to an immature ego system and drive, the outlying crop of primates also construct blocks and cliques - exclusive clubs - that revolve around the center's orbit.

This pattern is replicated time and again, so instead of a nervous system akin to the human body or neurons snapping bio-electric messages like in a human brain, we have a solar system module with loose tethers and asymmetrical, anti-systemic constructs.

This is the world, ladies and gentlemen, this is our world.

PR is made up of liars and people who are salivating at the thought of corruption. BN is an even bigger caucus of liars and the corrupt.

Good people, smart people, honest Ned Starks never make it into politics because it is so dirty and inefficient.

We chase away our best minds to follow science streams, when what the country lacks is not scientists, engineers or architects, but managers with integrity. Blessed with an abundance of resources, natural beauty and culture, Malaysia is wasted on Malaysians.

I once thought I could do my bit and clean up some stuff. I was wrong.

It would be foolish to even try. My short run-ins with just the bit-players online recently have revealed that even attempting a clean up or improving the situation would be like going into the jungle and trying to teach monkeys to use shampoo.

Everything is a lost cause. I do not believe anything will change in my lifetime, no matter who we put anywhere.

Nevertheless, I am not in despair. After being told by a man who has benefitted so much from manipulating the wonky and weak Government system to "Not depend too much on the Government", I tend to agree with the man, even though I see him as a pot telling kettles not to be black.

There is no way in hell - or heaven - that the Government or future Governments can be of any significant use in improving our lives and living standards. The best we can hope for is that the Government and future Governments do not become an obstacle as they are right now.

Do your whatever the fuck, man your barely-functional bullshit systems, and tell each other your favourite lies. I don't give a flying fuck.

I wish to be able to afford to die without any interference from any form of authority on anything. That is all that is left on my list.

And when you are in Hell, realising how right I am, I will be there, ascendant, saying in a loud and clear voice:

I TOLD YOU SO.

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