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by TING XIN YI

When I was young, I have always dreamed about going to other countries. And
yes, I hated my life in Malaysia. Life was so hectic back then and there’s just
too much stress to handle. Sometimes, I even wish that time would just pass by
sooner so that I can leave this country for good and start a new chapter of my life
somewhere else. But all those thoughts started to change when I first landed in
Australia.

When I first came to Australia with my family, I was overwhelmed by how
friendly the people are. They never ceased to make me smile. They would simply
just smile at you whenever you walk past them, which show how friendly they
are. That’s something that you don’t get to see everywhere, including Malaysia.
I still remembered once, when I was at the cash register getting ready to pay for
the items that I purchased, the cashier was very friendly and asked, “Hi, how are
you? Did you have a great day?” I was kind of surprised that she would ask such a
question since I just came here for only a few days, so I was not used to their so-
called “culture”. So, I hesitated for a few seconds, and then replied, “I’m fine. Yes,
I had a great day today”. Somehow, I felt a sudden warmness in my heart, and
that’s something that you can’t find anywhere else but here in Australia.

The 13th of February, which is also known as Orientation day, I went to the
college accompanied by my family. When I first stepped into the campus, I was
stunned to see how beautiful the campus was. All I saw was an old church,
old building with a unique Western architecture, as well as tall green trees
surrounding the campus. I can definitely feel the tranquility and serenity
surrounding me. On the first day of Orientation, I was very fortunate to meet
many international students whom come from different countries. I was kind
of surprised that there are many Malaysians who are also studying here too. At
first, I thought I would be the only Malaysian who’s going to be studying here but
I guess I stand corrected. There are also many students who come from different
countries such as China, Singapore, Indonesia, Vietnam, Philippines, Cambodia,
Sri Lanka and many more. Since we had 2 weeks of Orientation, thus I had the
opportunity to meet more new friends as well as getting to bond with them.
Throughout those 2 weeks of orientation, I had a great time making new friends,
as well as having fun playing games, as well as learning new things. It was indeed
one of those memories that I will never forget.

2 weeks later, lectures and tutorials finally began. On the first day of class, I have
to admit, I was very nervous. I was hoping that the lecturers here wouldn’t be as
strict as they are back in Malaysia. To my astonishment, not only the lecturers
here are friendly, but they also have a great sense of humor. Sometimes, they
would share some jokes just to brighten our day. It definitely makes 2 hours of
lecture less boring than it originally was.

Yes, classes have been great, but not everything turned out to be great. Not only
does studying abroad means studying in overseas, but it also means leaving
your home country, leaving your love ones behind, including your family and

friends. In my opinion, I think that is one of the biggest sacrifices I have to
make. Honestly, I can’t describe how much I miss my family right now. After
staying with my family for nearly 18 years, I feel so much closer to my family,
but now that I am here in Australia, I can’t spend time with them anymore. Yes,
phone calls are one way to communicate with them, but it just doesn’t feel the
same. Sometimes, I wish I could be there with them physically, instead of being
thousand miles away from them. Deep down inside my heart, I know my parents
want the best for me, and that’s why they sent me here, so that I can have a
better education. I think one of the toughest things I have to deal with is being
independent. Yes, my mother used to cook dinners for me, but now I have to do
the cooking, and not to mention the house chores too. Now I realize how hard
cooking is, and began to appreciate everything my mother has done for me. I
guess being independent is part of growing up too. Furthermore, I miss some
of my friends back in Malaysia. I made so many true friends there, and leaving
them was the worst part of all. As one says, “A friend is one who believes in you
when you have ceased to believe in yourself.” I am truly thankful to have such
wonderful friends who stood there by my side when I really need them. I don’t
think I can ever find friends as good as them.

Honestly, I am very grateful for everything God has given me. I am so thankful to
have such wonderful family and friends. I feel blessed to be able to study abroad
because I know that not everyone has that opportunity to do so. I promised
myself that I would cherish every moment and be appreciative for what I have.

by BENJAMIN YAU

Early morning poured heavenly sprinkles
that reminded me of eyes that twinkle
and a face free from worrying wrinkles,
and wakes me from slumber like Rip Van Winkle.

Daylight soon shined cloudy skies to white
and accompanied the chill air to form a blight;
Upon this gloomy day I scribble to write
hoping you that everything is alright.

Alas, outside the window, all is grey,
and it’s the truth no matter how I say:
That you’re a quarter of an Earth (circumference) away,
From where my pen will finally lay.

Still, I shall subside any tears [This doesn’t sound like me]
and all foolish longings will clear;
There’s nothing for us to miss or fear,
for what remains will only be prayers and cheers.

Fly, my friend! Fly high!
Fly towards the vast, distant sky!
Fly away from worries and sigh
and to a place that’s high and dry.

Whether it’s by chance or design,
I thank you for being a friend of mine;
If we meet again, by means of divine,
I hope we still remembered each other for a dine. [LOL]

Though the vast distance of land and sea,
Or the high degree where you may be;
I hope you can hear clearly from me
the words-Happy Eighteenth Birthday, Ng Tze Gee!

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Therefore, please visit the site for a better viewing experience. However, this website is not neglected, as it will be converted to a page that contains articles published during thefourlobes 2011, as well as archives for the thefourlobes 2012. It also serves as thefourlobes 2012 RSS Feed page.

by Foong Jia Vei

I am writing this while travelling around in United Kingdom. Hopefully, I will have more fun doing
this like that than it already is. (:

Honestly, coming to United Kingdom for further studies was never my idea. The original plan was
to go to Australia one or two years after our beloved Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia. I argued well with my
parents, but I still gave in at the end. It was as if I suddenly I wanted to be away from all that I have,
to know how strong I can be, and foolishly chose to leave everything that I love. So, it wasn’t really
any strong passion or dream that drove me to this decision, but persuasion, advice and something
my mind randomly decided to do.

The first blast of cold, pricking winter wind was when the administrator from my school helped me
to push the trolley with my luggage, but at the same time forgetting about my winter coat that I left
on the handle. It was nothing much at first, but when I reached Northampton, where it is ALWAYS
colder than London Heathrow, I really wanted to stay indoor the whole day. That night when I was
trying to overcome my jetlag and fell asleep out of exhaustion, I thought I would die. I really didn’t
know how to stop shivering. Fortunately, it somehow did. But who would have imagined, not more
than two months later, I am picking up and throwing snow at others in a snow ball fight. Really, the
weather in United Kingdom is rather nasty. Sometimes, it is so warm that I really wondered how I
would survived back in Malaysia, sometimes it is so cold that I hoped for Malaysia’s sunshine. That
somehow, was quite inconvenient for foreigners like me, because I just decided to leave all my warm
clothes locked up in my boarding house and it is currently freezing out here ._.

Somehow, I still do feel like sleeping in front of the teachers, even when there are less than 10
students in each class and the teacher can always notice me. I have also been told that since we
are doing A-Level, we should not rely on teachers and textbooks but more on how hard you work
for it, and how you inquire about whatever that was unknown and not understood. For me, it was
kind of troublesome, because it meant that you should never slack. In small groups, teachers tend to
notice you more, so you can never run away with bad marks. For my college, the teachers each write
a report to our personal tutor who discusses the surfaced problem and also send the same report
back to your parents. Other than that, I know that the students who came here to study always
work harder than they used to, because they actually realise how much money and hope their own
parents had put in while sending their children to a faraway place. So even if they party hard, they
DO study hard. Oh and of course, the partying part is still a secret from parents.

I am a quiet person, and it was always hard for me to get accustom to new environment and make
new friends. It is actually a relief to me to have more Malaysians for our batch this term. I have to
say that it is hard for me to mix with students from other courses, especially the Europeans. In a
way, we live our own lives, walking on straight paths without interacting. Maybe, just a small smile

when we meet each other inside the boarding house. So far, a few of the Hong Kong AS students
(First year of A-Levels; those doing 18-month A-Level course are known as ASJ – AS January-intake)
are very kind to me as we always talk to each other in Cantonese, and they helped me a lot in my
studies.

When I first arrived at London Heathrow and Northampton, I was so tired that I never really paid
attention to the new environment. It occurs to me in a way that I don’t feel like I left anywhere or
already at a new place. Other than being colder than usual, having a different house to live in, mixing
with different group of friends, and studying in a different place, nothing seemed to have changed.
At some moment, I felt like I am still in Malaysia, going to go home anytime soon. It was until few
weeks ago, while I was waiting for my boarding house to open (It closes around 8.30am and opens
again at 4.00pm during weekdays), I Skype-d my friend, and showed him the surroundings of my
school and the big, spacious, breath-talking Racecourse (The large spread of greens with many hills
and playgrounds and basketball courts and able to fit many football fields, positioned in front of the
boarding house that provide us meals), I heard ‘Oh my God, your place looked so classical and yet
so beautiful, I really envy you!’ Then, I realised how the sky is actually has a nicer shade of blue than
what I used to see, how the blossoming flowers coloured the streets, how hot air balloons give the
Racecourse a bit of excitement, how the stars shine each night, and how I really love this place that.

Honestly, I don’t miss home, at least not until I have something I want to share with my mother
a lot, not until I meet up with problems I hoped to have someone to face it with me, not until…
(I got distracted, the view outside the train is too beautiful; houses like box matches with smoke
puffing out of the chimneys and broad, wavy roads) From what I see, most of the Malaysian Chinese
students got really homesick during Chinese New Year because it is such a big celebration for them.
One of my friends brought new dresses over to wear during Chinese New Year, just to have the feel
of it, and also loads of Chinese New Year snacks. Lucky for me, she brought too much so she could
never finish it on her own, and had to share them with me! We had a celebration together with the
rest of the ASJs and with some of the A2 seniors for ‘tuan yuan fan’. It was not something really
memorable, really. But at least, we had a little something, so as to not forget our origins. (There are
big flocks of clouds and sheep outside my window!)

United Kingdom is an awesome place; beautiful scenaries, shopping paradise, all kinds of nice food
and bar, convenient transportation and nice weather. Unfortunately, it is nowhere cleaner than
Malaysia. Rubbish that can be picked up will not be seen a lot, but those where you can’t, realised
that you will be stepping on them every day. Even when you have a large field with nice and green
grasses, noticed that every one brings their pet to their place, so you know what to expect.

To conclude all the random things that I have put in here, this place is a nice place for travelling
around or staying for period of time. The people here are mostly nice and helpful, even when their
difference in accent in every part of the country is quite obvious. Throughout my stay in the United

Kingdom, I have yet to experience all the specialties in this country. Even though I am still quite
determined to go back to Malaysia after all the studying and apprenticing has ended, I might want
to come here to stay for a short term once again. Well, who knows? Everyone and everything might
change in the future, so we shall see then.

by Lim Li Anne

Leaves crunch as heeled-boots trod over in careless steps
Wincing as cold autumn wind whirls past like a slap
Gripping candy boxes, popping pink ones for a bite,
Smiling casually with a pen, for away from home I write

Fingers digging deeper into hand-knitted sweaters
Hurtling past frigid raindrops in a rush of patter
Away from home I write, pen poised so solemnly
To those who miss my presence ever dearly

Inviting words so casually reaching out for me
The foreign ones who decided I was their friend to be
Away from home I write, watching past memories soar by
While stars splay themselves in the darkness of Night’s sky

Bouncing off trampolines, Easter-egg hunting
Grinning as childlike feelings begin resurfacing
Away from home I write, knowing that the present will turn into a memory
Listening faintly as summer leaves behind a nostalgic melody

Away from home I write, knowing that there will never be regrets
For all that exists is hope to correct past mishaps
Life is colourful here with blues, reds, gold and greys
Certainty exists that New Zealand shall guide along winding paths of fate

“No man can become rich himself without enriching others.” – Andrew Carnegie (1835-1919), Industrialist and Philanthropist.

In 2011, thefourlobes was launched as an initiative to spur writing talents by serving as a platform to display literary works and go with the tagline “Celebrating Ideas, Exploring Perspectives”. The word “phenomenal” wasn’t the right word to describe the response towards thefourlobes that resided at the address https://thefourlobes.wordpress.com but nevertheless, someone noticed us, commented and contributed. To us, these little comments and views are acknowledgements of our efforts, contributions are bonus on the side.

Now, thefourlobes returns with a new season (taking the form of three months from May to July like thefourlobes 2011) branded as “thefourlobes 2012” with a new theme “Reaching Minds, Enriching Lives” that complements the founding tagline. As most of our writers, especially the four founding writers, and readers are now post-SPM examination students, they are now either on their way or already in the next phase of life-the pre-university life. There were differences among the journeys of these people: some of them have gone abroad to continue their studies; some of them obliged and conducted their national service duties; some of them started pre-university studies in local private colleges; some of them killed the vacant time between end of examination and release of examination results by taking up part-time jobs etc.

And we embrace and celebrate those differences. And we believe that through reality tale-telling, we can inspire people to aspire, hence the enrichment of life.

Like last year, thefourlobes would not be a periodical publication, but depends on material availability basis. If we have materials, we would publish it, and if we don’t, then there’s no publication for that day (or week, but we do try our best to produce at least one per week). Our materials would mainly from contributions by invited writers (and hopefully readers as well) but we would source out to online-published articles that are relevant to the thefourlobes’ theme.

thefourlobes wouldn’t go commercialised or having any advertisements on the pages. In other words, all the efforts are in the name of volunteerism.

Last words: Do write in to us at thefourlobes@gmail.com and share your work or story with everyone. And keep the literary passion burning in you!

No, it’s not the end of the world, yet.

Howdy! Warmest greetings from thefourlobes, the free online publication that went online last May. And speaking of which-May is one month away, which means exactly one month from now, thefourlobes will be celebrating its First (ever) Anniversary!

Let’s recall what happened in our inaugural year of 2011 (known as thefourlobes 2011). We started out as something supplementary (which is still IS now) to our monotonous daily lives, where the idea of setting up thefourlobes was conceived with the publication of 4 articles by 4 people. (Read About thefourlobes at https://thefourlobes.wordpress.com/about/) It was rather well received, considering average online users are either sticking to Facebook, games or 9gag-similar sites. We had contributors sending in works, apart from works from the editors.

Still, we stick to the idea of not having periodical posts, as there are commitment issues to be addressed and resolved in order to implement that. But what we have shaped was this weird period that spans out from May to July (there were no works posted up before May nor after July), which is now considered a season of writing-thefourlobes Season.

This year, we would be fiddling around the same concept-May to July; not periodical; welcoming any works (as long as it is within appropriate range of any elements). And with thefourlobes 2012, a new theme is born: Reaching Minds, Enriching Lives that is parallel to the founding tagline “Celebrating Ideas, Broadening Perspectives”.

And like last year, we will not be setting up advertisements, nor making any profits, nor seeking any fame. Like a volunteer work, it’s the passion and enthusiasm that drives all of us in thefourlobes to write and share to the world. And we are not expecting high volume of viewership nor contributions as the literary scene in Malaysia is not encouraging, and many online users would rather spend time with social networking sites or games than to pen down their thoughts or read up articles. The satisfaction drives from occasional visits from random readers or visitors. Getting a comment is a bonus.

On May 4, 2012,  which is also the 1 year anniversary of the four printed articles that founded thefourlobes, we will be launching thefourlobes 2012 officially. In line with the new theme, we will not only welcome any works from anyone, but also gather works that hopefully enrich people’s lives. And the initiative started on 20 March, where a few people are invited to write about their lives for the launch of thefourlobes 2012. And most definitely, we would like to call out to you to submit works from any form (be it poem, short stories etc.) of any topic (as long as it fits the society norm)-just write and email to us at thefourlobes@gmail.com.

Last words, I would like to thank to you all for the continuing support of thefourlobes 2011, and may thefourlobes 2012 be a successful one.

by LEANDRA LEE

Love, can be heaven on earth, but it can hurt like hell; they had the perfect love story, that could make the movies jealous, until…

It was a bright and sunny Sunday with a scheduled 10am Sunday morning jog, where she would be basking in the warm rays of the morning sun, with heat waves radiating beneath the sheath of glorious yellow light glistening droplets of perspiration trickled down her spine as she jogged her way through St. Evans Park and that was the moment where she met him.

Sitting by the curb of the jogging track, screaming away the agony of pain that was painted across his face as he tugged tightly to his well swollen ankle, he gripped his fist onto the ground so tightly that his knuckles turned white. In his mind, he was thinking to himself, it was a Sunday. What on good heaven’s sake was he doing in St. Evans Park, trailing along to fit couples pacing their way down the track, trying to chase after them as if a hound was attempting to get to the postman’s tail. It’s Sunday – SUNDAY!! It is the day of recreation and relaxation, an opportunity to escape the grindstone of work. He could have gone to play tennis with his budd or golfing with his clients. But he was now grunting away in pain until he met her.

All the pain in him instantly subsided as he saw he pacing her way sown the track, deep inside him, he probably was drooling away, almost salivating. When she saw him, no other words needed to be said, but she immediately helped him towards a nearby bench. Obviously, she couldn’t help him all by herself, so she called for help. Before emergency arrived, she chalked up conversation with him and in that prickly situation “Hi, I’m Emma”. “Hey! Ivan, pleasure. Thanks by the way.” And with that blink of an eye, conversation grew, budding from that park bench, into the ambulance, to the ER. She waited for him that whole afternoon at the ER, followed by that trip, she drove him back to his townhouse opposite St. Evans Park as his ankle as swollen as though it suffered some intense bee attack. That goodbye, made him realize who he had met, he didn’t just met her, he met HER.

As how we would like to put it, that jump start Phase 1 – the hello. It wasn’t long before he realized that Phase 1 only lasted at that stark moment and it would have to be up to him to determine the beginning of Phase 2 – the chase. Almost everyday, or maybe just every weekend where he soon knew of her scheduled 10am Sunday morning jogs, he would he having a constant monologue being spoken in his mind, trying to cook up a story or just a random conversation to show his gratitude for helping him that particular Sunday afternoon.

Trailing her like a lost puppy locating its owner, he managed to grab her attention and asking her for dinner. Well, dinner was declined but a number was exchanged. He stared at that long awaited 10-digit phone number like it was some rare gemstone. By the third day, he gathered everything he had in him and go t the guts to finally ring that number, not long after. It was Phase 3 – the romance.

Throughout their dating lives were lovey-dovey moments all the time. But they were adrenaline junkies and ridiculous romantics at heart. Dates normally go around mountain climbing, scuba diving, bungee jumping, parasailing, you get the picture. Along with meals at the peak of the hills watching the russet rose sunset, supper with the stars, being the astronomy freak Ivan was, Emma will try to impress him by saying the moon is The Big Dipper, laughs & giggles would fill the atmosphere, breakfast with the company of the glistening sunrise. They being the first ones to greet the rising horizon will take second to nothing compared to dining at Tavern on the Green in New York. As he said : “our love travels the tallest mountains, conquers the deepest seas and walk the furthest lands.”

But as months pass by and years came along, when hiking and jogging became nothing more than routine exercise and both of them just started to get bored and soon. Phase 4 – settling down entered their lives and started its own chapter in their book of love.

Emma soon moved into Ivan’s townhouse and both of them have their daily commitments. Since Emma job requires her to work a late shift, she makes breakfast and he has a nine-to-five work regime so he does dinner. Both meals is to be eaten alone, savoring loneliness deep within the toffee infused sweetness from her crème caramel and the hints of deep sea anchovy saltiness of his Mies en Plas before roasting his whole chicken fillet along with the citrusy tinge of fresh greens to their taste buds without their destined half.

All this while, Ivan knew someway or another, at this Phase of life, it is a crossroad between settling down, getting married and staring a family or breaking up and live their separate lives all over again. But, he had no intention other than grow old together with Emma. He’d constantly come home late as he would be traveling miles and miles to her hometown for her parent’s blessings for her hand in marriage. Engagement rings were made and secret meetings were arranged with her bestfriends and family to plan for the moment of their lives. But, little did she know…….

February the tenth, the day to be tattooed forever in her heart, marked their 5th anniversary together. They would normally have their weekly Sunday jogs at St. Evans Park, but instead he told her to go ahead jogging earlier, he distracted her with excuses such as problems with his bowel and misplacing his jogging shoes. But behind those ever so deceiving hazel eyes, he was instead dressing up like a 5year old playing with her Barbie doll with the aid of his and her parents, their close friends and family, all sharing that joyous moment with them. But she didn’t know, on that very day would be a concoction of Phase 5 and Phase 6.

Just when the clock struck 10am, the moment which symbolized the moment she bumped into him 5 years back in history, he graciously stepped out from his townhouse in preparation for that moment. As he made his way across the street, most probably feeling nauseated and light headed from the thought of that 2carat princess cut diamond ring slipping into her long finger….

On the other hand, while she was making the second turn around the corner, she was contemplating his decision while droplets of perspiration further confused her sane mind on whether on their fifth anniversary, he might have completely forgotten about it or even to the extent of ending their 5 year courtship.

But soon enough,

“ BANG !! ”

“ clink…clink…clink…”

These two sounds, combined together at that very moment along with the combination of her scattered and fuzzy thoughts of their future together, aggrandized with glass shattering screams by St. Evans Street, was more than enough to send Emma walking down , or she was jogging, no maybe she was running, alright more of pacing down the pavement to soon realize that the sight before her was a grown man fully suited up, faced down on the tarmac road, almost as if he was floating in a pool of what resembles blood…

‘ man . face down . suit . lying on road . blood pool . crash . RING ’

All these flashed through her mind exceeding the speed of light and soon realizing that her family, her in-laws, her friends were all standing by the foot of their shared townhouse, gapping and had petrified painted all over their faces top what they had just witnessed. Soon, it had hit her, and it hit her hard as tears replaced perspiration soon glided down her peach blushed cheeks, still warm from the jogging has now turn fiery hot, her knees soon fell to the ground as her knuckles covered her face, refusing to accept the fact that it might just be Ivan lying face down on the asphalt road, she made her way, almost crawling towards the man.

It took everything she had to turn his face towards her , every little ounce of courage in her, that string of hope. It was then…Stage 6 – goodbye. No words could come close to describe the feelings running through her hazy mind.

Paramedics, police and passer-by were all there to either witness or provide aid to the tale of a tragic crash or the ending of a love story that would bring romantics to tears. Soon the paramedics rushed him onto a stretcher onto the tiny narrow area in a four-wheeled vehicle, with the sirens up the ambulance made it’s way towards Emergency & Rescue.

The journey was dreadful, by the seconds, Emma could feel every cell in her body was slowly dying away of sorrow, she felt her heart break and crumble into fine powder, as she knew deep down, she was trying to console herself that the truth had been told, written into their chapter of life that it could be the last time she would ever see him again. Faint beeping sounds of his heartbeat was all it took for her to keep her hopes high enough to delude the fact that he’d soon be gone.

As soon as the hospital was in sight, her heart had sunk, till she saw he had his eyes squinted for a taint second. Opportunity in hand, he murmured a few words..

“ Emm..ma…wiill…..youuuu…..bbbe….mm..mine?”

before she could respond, it ended with an

“ i……loveeeee…….y….”

These few words, left hanging, were faint enough with only the heart capable of hearing.

It was then, Phase 6 came to an end, the end to their chapter of life, their story be told. Their first and last dates might be destined to be in an ER. She knew at that instant, even though it was a goodbye never said but “once you start loving someone, you never stop; because it was he who taught me how to love, but now how to stop.” As she gave him one last hug, one last kiss, one last goodbye.

It was written in her journal, read at his funeral, ending her eulogy.
She said:

“I knew looking back at tears will make me laugh; but
I never knew looking back at laughs will bring me to tears.
I’m so glad we had each other in our live cause I know no matter what we’ll
make it through and always have a tomorrow together.
even though now I’ll have to finish this journey alone, but with you forever in my
heart, as in my heart is where you’ll live and I’ll keep waiting till we meet’’

From that moment on, it was the beginning to the end of their love story, told from the heart, as she said hello to goodbye.

by BENJAMIN YAU

Recently, the whole country is in a certain mood. Rallying mood. But not everyone is not having the same feeling about it.

Among the masses, there are still remnants of the first Bersih edition, which means they will support Bersih yet again. Some newbies are attracted to it. Others just feel that rallying is not a solution. The remaining ones are the pathetic people influenced by controlled-mass media and propaganda.

The government, well, let say they are paranoid after the first gathering in 2007. They cannot meet their demands, and hence view Bersih 2.0 an enemy to them, a threat. But they cannot afford to have an extra enemy, with their hands full when dealing with Pakatan Rakyat.

Pakatan Rakyat on the other hand, would probably wanted to become the hero of the people and justice and other things along with it, so they give their support to Bersih. (Well, I use the word “probably” because maybe they really mean it to demand electoral reform.)

The government sees this as an opportunity to strike and use their resources to the fullest. They are now linking Bersih with the opposition, and claiming that Bersih has its political agenda and it’s not really an NGO that is truly “clean”. On the other hand, the police are taking various actions-arresting people associated with the yellow T-shirt, or with the event, as if they are terrorists or national threats.

I don’t see why holding Bersih holding its rally is wrong, since PERKASA which against the norms of society can have their rallies, since the Bumiputera organisation in Pulau Pinang that hold the rally today which obstruct traffic is not arrested nor any actions taken upon it.

Let’s say if the tables turned, and BN is the opposition, I’m pretty sure they would oppose PR just like how PR oppose BN, which also includes joining Bersih if PR didn’t conduct any electoral reform.

That’s of course, is quite hypothetical.

But a way in another, the Bersih rally does not violate the constitution; the arresting and inappropriate actions taken by the authorities is quite unconstitutional, as the  Article 10, Clause 1 Paragraph b states: “all citizens have the right to assemble peaceably and without arms”. I don’t see any Bersih protesters holding rifles or shotguns.

Bottomline: Government shouldn’t view it as something wrong. No one knows how long does the dominance would stay.

by A

MAY 19 — I would like to tell you first-hand why I am thinking of migrating in the future:

The salary base of Malaysian employees are low.

I am a trainee for a foreign bank and urban poor as I earn less than RM3,000 a month; compared to my counterparts who are currently working overseas (merely as a waiter/ barista), their weekly salary is equivalent to what I earn in a month.

The living cost is getting higher.

As you know, petrol price for RON97 just increased 0 sen, with the increase of this and the fuel surcharge by AirAsia, it’s a wonder how we can survive! Housing price is increasing, buying books at the local book store costs a fortune, transportation fee is getting higher, food and drinks are getting more expensive! Everything is going up, and nothing is going down. Buying a car or a house/ condo/ flat right now is suicide for me and many Malaysians, no doubt.

The injustice in the country.

With the many issues and injustice that are published (or not) in newspaper/Internet/mass media (for e.g. the Anwar trial, Teoh Beng Hock’s death and the recent Sarawak election), I would like to opt to have my children and my children’s children grow up in a place where nothing of this sort happens, where they know the difference between right and wrong, to learn and have known the importance of freedom of speech, and not to have their human rights violated.

Decline of university/education ranking in Malaysia.

I graduated from a local university and to be honest, the level of fresh graduates is appalling, as the majority of them (80-90 per cent) can’t even communicate efficiently in English, let alone form a simple sentence.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to find out the reasons why, but I digress, however, this is one of the many reasons that drives me to further my studies overseas in the future, while migrating there at the same time.

Not to mention, I do not want my children to be subjected in an education system where Math and Science is not taught in English and where “literature” books like Interlok are approved.

Word-of-mouth from friends and relatives who have migrated.

According to my friends and relatives who have migrated and are scattered all over the world now (eg. UK, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, and Singapore), they have never regretted or looked back on the decision they made. Some of them have already settled down and have a family there. Once, I asked whether they would come back and work for Malaysia/ the government, the answer I got was a simple: “Hell no!”

These are the top five reasons that I have come up with for now, which I think would suffice, but the primary reason is that I don’t feel safe, physically (as the country’s crime rate in KL is one of the highest, where police/ ambulance/ public services are in a sad state), mentally (brain drain in Malaysia is happening as we speak, my creativity would be at risk), spiritually (as seen in the recent Al-Kitab incidents), and financially (as I would forgo the second best alternative by staying in the country, whereas I can use my time and resources to work overseas, thus earning extra and being happy without such pressures.

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