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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

I am not ready

Dear Hope,

This would be the last week of 2010. Next week, we are all going to enter a new year, year 2011. Time moves when you did not realised it. I'm going to be a year older, again! In fact, we are all going to grow older. I just wish that all of us would have a long life and in a pink of health.


I'm going to miss my pillow and bed.


This also means that the holiday is going to end very soon, class starts on January 3rd as I mentioned earlier, I hope I did! And, as usual, I am so not ready to go back. It's my last semester doing my first degree but I still couldn't find my will power. I hope I will soon find it because I really need it, I really do. I need to work extra hard this time around. Enough about it, I could only hope and pray at this point of time.

sigh* Yes, I do sigh a lot lately. Since, the holiday is over soon, so, I do have a lot to do list, but the most important and a priority in my list is to get my hair chop and I am planning to do it maybe this Wednesday. I'm planning to go to this new salon which is much nearer to my house. I don't know what to expect but wish me good luck.

Can I chop my hair like this? It's kind of cute, but am I cute?

I think I should go off to sleep now and try to wake up early tomorrow morning. Adjusting the time is a difficult task as well. I love sleeping =I

Sleeping,
Wish

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

I Just Had Sex




Not just yet. Haha. This song is addictive, I can't get it out from my head and Blake Lively is smokin' hot in this video ;)

School starts soon!
sigh


The Beat


"The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart and soul
And you played it
To the beat"

I love Adele, she is one of my favourite :)

Monday, December 20, 2010

Scissors and Cut

Dear Hope,

The holiday is ending soon, the class will soon haunting me again on January 3rd, means I only have couple weeks before I'll get back to my life a lousy and grumpy student. However, this time around it would be a little bit different, because this would be my last semester for my first degree programme. (phew!) But life would be more difficult, as I have to make a vital decision in my life, on whether I should continue with the professional course, a one year programme, or should I stop, which I think is a stupid and ridiculous idea unless I'm a trust fund baby, or should I continue with master programme. Yes, I have a few months to think about it.


"I just like the stripes, into stripes right now, but hard to find.sigh"


Speaking of school starting soon, yes, it will give me some headache. I don't know why but it usually does. First, I need to get my hair done, my hair cut. At the moment I have a long Aslan the tiger from Narnia kind of hair (according to my brother), the longest that I ever kept. The problem here is on how and what style should I cut my hair? I done goggling on what hair sytle for 2011 and it doesn't help me much. I'm in a dilemma, any help?


"Should I coloured my hair blonde?lol making a statement"


Ok, that's about it lah! Hair cut. lol. There are some other major headache but I think I won't said it right now. Enough with one. Hair cut and yes, I need to shop, I don't know why, but I'm a shopaholic, I just need to shop, buy something give me alternate pleasure ;) And I miss my friends a lot, can't wait to see them, so we can have our time together again, arguing where to eat and what movie that we are going to watch. Miss them lots. xoxo

When is the right time to get my hair done?
Wish


Can I pull off this hair style?

Crazy


Shall we compare our hearts to a garden -
with beautiful blooms, straggling weeds,
swooping birds and sunshine, rain -
and most importantly, seeds.

I should be writing but, I just don't have the thought.
I might later.
I just hate love.

Hate Love,
Wish.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Suk


Dear Hope,

These pass few days, I don't know. Life can be sucks, and I think my life is kind of sucks. I hate reading love stories, that is what I've been doing these pass few days, and it makes me feel lonely at one point. I've give up on hoping long time ago, but now it seems that it struck be back. But someone does make me feel a little bit better, it says that it will happen when you less expected it and when it does, it is the perfect one. *sigh*

Lonely,
Wish

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Apple



I thought his talent is much better than the JB, but sorry though, bit effeminate. First time I heard it, I thought it was a girl's song.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Democracy

"...all men are created equal, a phrase that the Yankees and the distaff side of the Executive branch in Washington are fond of hurling at us. There is a tendency in this year of grace, 1935, for certain people to use this phrase out of context, to satisfy all conditions. The most ridiculous example I can think of is that the people who run public education promote the stupid and idle along the industrious-because all men are created equal, educators will gravely tell you, the children left behind suffer terrible feelings of inferiority. We know all men are not created equal in the sense that some people would have us believe-some people are smarter than others, some people have more opportunity than others because they're born with it, some men make more money than others, some ladies make better cakes than others-some people born gifted beyond the normal scope of most men.

But there is one way in this country in which all men are created equal-there is one human institution that make a pauper the equal of a Rockefeller, he stupid man the equal of an Einstein, and the ignorant man the equal of any college president. That institution, gentlemen, is a court. It can be the Supreme Court of United States or the humblest J.P. court in the land, or this honorable court which you serve. Our courts have their faults, as does any human institution, but in this country our courts are the great levelers, and in our courts all men are created equal."


Excerpt from To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.

I've just finished reading this wonderful piece of literature by award winning Harper Lee, and the above is my favorite quotation from the book, where it says about equality, and yes it is true. Yes, I know I might be one of the late readers of this book but now I know why this is one of the book that one's must read before one's die. It's a simple love and human story. It'll tell you about human behaviour, and how pure it is from the view of pure hearted people.

Friday, December 10, 2010

When will I see your face again?



Dear Hope,

Quite a while eh? My life has been up and down so many times, I wonder how I survived? Currently this song actually reflects my current mood. I don't know why and don't ask me why so? Every now and then, I will have this whatever feeling and I sigh. I'm sure everyone does has their own whatever moment. I would really love to write more, but I don't have a word in my mind right now. It's a blank canvas. To tell you the truth, yeah the whatever feeling. (this is not even a complete sentence). I think I should just climb the bed and go to sleep and hope it will soon go away.

When will I see your face again?
Wish

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Red Ribbon Day


December 1 is a World AIDS Day.
Wear your RED RIBBON and show your support to stop the spreading of HIV/AIDS and discrimination against people living with HIV/AIDS.

It also falls within the 16 days of activism against gender violence.
Forcing woman to have an unprotected sex is also a form of violence, woman has the right to a safe sex and to ask a man to use protection and to wear condom. Woman has the right to a healthy lifestyle, don't treat them like an animal because woman is also a human being, they has the rights to be safe.
Use condom! Stop the violence!

Friday, November 26, 2010

Love in a Broken Home

The definition of Battered Women Syndrome (BWS) is different in law and psychology, sometimes causing confusion for expert witnesses who are not specially trained in working with abuse victims. The legal system uses BWS to describe both the clinical syndrome and the dynamics of the battering relationship, while mental health professionals use the clinical syndrome to design treatment plans. Battered Women’s Syndrome is considered to be a form of Post-Traumatic Stress. Battered Women’s Syndrome is a recognized psychological condition that is used to describe someone who has been the victim of consistent and/or severe domestic violence.

"…almost all battered women who kill claim to have done so to protect themselves from imminent death or serious bodily injury at the hand of their batterers."

To be classified as a battered woman, a woman has to have been through two cycles of abuse. A Cycle of abuse is abuse that occurs in a repeating pattern. Abuse is identifiable as being cyclical in two ways: it is both generational and episodic. Generational cycles of abuse are passed down, by example and exposure, from parents to children. Episodic abuse occurs in a repeating pattern within the context of at least two individuals within a family system. It may involve spousal abuse, child abuse, or even elder abuse. The episodic cycle of abuse is characterized by distinct periods of behavior that eventually result in an extreme episode of verbal and/or physical abuse. Typically, victims of episodic abuse live in denial of this reoccurring pattern.

Battered Woman Syndrome was first proposed in the 1970’s. According to Joe Wheeler Dixon, PhD, JD BWS appears to be the product of legal advocacy and not science. BWS seems to owe its existence to the needs of legal advocates to support and justify claims by battered women who have killed (their batterers). The defense revolves around the woman’s mental deficiency and helplessness. Learned helplessness can be induced in lab animals, but no sudden rage or aggression. Battered woman syndrome, a concept developed by American clinical psychologist Lenore Walker, explains the psychological effects of persistent long-term violence on women
The syndrome characteristically has three phases;Justify Full
1) Tension building.
2) The acute battering incident.
3) Loving contrition.

Being forgiven, the violence recommences. By now, the woman’s loss of self-esteem, depression and sense of helplessness have trapped her into a situation from which she is psychologically and hence physically unable to escape. As Lenore Walker records, over time ‘the first phase of tension building becomes more common, and loving contrition, or the third phase, declines. Women who kill are the women who finally react against the violence, not in the heat of the moment as a response to a triggering specific event, but in a violent action caused by the long term suffering of abuse and a final attempt to escape from their abuser. In Charles P. Ewing’s analysis, battered women who kill, do so in ‘psychological self-defense.’ Ewing notes that;

"…almost all battered women who kill claim to have done so to protect themselves from imminent death or serious bodily injury at the hand of their batterers."

Thus, from a battered woman’s perspective, the issue of killing her partner is not so much an issue of provocation, or diminished responsibility, but pure self-defense. In court, expert testimonial regarding domestic violence can be used for various purposes: to demonstrate the defendant is a battered woman, to explain an abused woman’s state of mind and/or conduct or to support a claim or the validity of a particular defense. Experts have acknowledged that Battered Woman Syndrome is considered a subcategory of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, but not a mental disease in the context of insanity.

Stop the violence. Take charge!


In England, provided the catalyst cases for feminist demands for reform of the law of homicide. Those cases reveal the difficulties under which female defendants labour in establishing a defence to murder of their male partners under English law. In the case of R v Ahluwalia , the defendant had suffered years of violent abuse at the hands of her husband, and under threat of a further attack, set fire to his bedding and killed him. Ahluwalia was convicted of murder in 1989. The defense of provocation failed. The court, however, having admitted psychiatric evidence relating to battered woman syndrome, ordeal a retrial. When the matter went on appeal to the Court of Appeal, on the basis that the trial judge had ignored the effect of battered woman syndrome, the Court of Appeal quashed the conviction for murder and substituted one of manslaughter. Evidence of battered woman syndrome was adduced, not under a plea of provocation but under the plea of diminished responsibility. In the later case of R v Thornton , a similar factual situation existed. She was convicted of murder and sentenced to life imprisonment, the court ruling that the defence of provocation was unavailable by virtue of the fact that Sara Thornton had not reacted instantly to the provocation by her husband. On appeal, the Court of Appeal ruled, for the first time, the battered woman syndrome could be a relevant characteristic for the jury’s consideration of a plea of provocation.

In Canada, the case of R v Lavallee is an example case of a success for self-defense and battered woman syndrome. Wilson J made it clear that battered woman syndrome had to be recognised in order to correct the gender bias in the criminal law, and that battered woman syndrome enabled the standard of reasonableness required by law to be expanded to include women’s experiences. Nevertheless, battered woman syndrome not only be used on the violence inflicted on the victim herself but also if the violence is inflicted onto her children as in the case of R v Charlton, where the defendant killed her abusive partner who threats herself and her daughter sexually and violently. Gender is also irrelevant as in the case of AG’s Reference (No.24 of 2003) where a man of a low IQ killed her wife and his son during the argument due to the cruel taunting of his wife and being forbidden from seeing the children. However, these cases does not make battered woman syndrome as a legal defence but as only be used to support a plea in mitigation of sentence .


In Australia, self defence might be considered the most appropriate defence to a charge of murder for a woman who kills to protect her life or the lives of her children in a domestic violence context. However, the lack of success in raising self-defence in Australia for battered women has meant that provocation has been the main focus of the courts.

The situation is different in Malaysia. There is no case to illustrate the use of battered woman syndrome as a legal defence because Malaysia do not recognised the use of battered woman syndrome as defence in Malaysia’s criminal law. Although Malaysia has the Domestic Violence Act 1994 that covers any violence that occurred onto woman, however the Act only covers woman who are legally married and to commence a suit under the Act, the Act must come hand in hand with Penal Code and Penal Code is silent on battered wife syndrome as a defence. Thus, it is hard for a woman in Malaysia who kill or murder their partner due to the continuous violence inflicted on her to raise the defence of battered wife syndrome.

As the alternative, those women can only claim defenses that are recognised by our criminal law which is provocation or insanity which is hardly provide protection if there are happened to be a victim of the battered wife syndrome because the nature of battered wife syndrome is different from provocation which need the element of sudden and grave provocation which is not the case in the battered wife syndrome.

It is hard for a woman in Malaysia who kill or murder their partner due to the continuous violence inflicted on her to raise the defence of battered wife syndrome.

The United Nation Declaration on the Elimination of Violence Against Women has defines violence against women in Article One means any act of gender-based violence that results in, or is likely to result in, physical, sexual or psychological harm or suffering to women, including threats of such acts, coercion or arbitrary deprivation of liberty, whether occurring in public or in private life and Article Two further states that violence against women shall be understood to encompass but not be limited to the requirements mention in the Article.

Hence, Malaysia fails to observe this definition by the United Nation Declaration making woman in Malaysia might face the capital punishment if they happened to commit the offence of murder of their partner out of the battered woman syndrome and this is clearly an example of gender-bias law in Malaysia.
Love your women,
Wish

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Take Back The Tech






Globalisation has its impact on women, whether it is good or bad. Now, technology has become one of the mean to create violence against women. Together we can stop it. Take charge, join and support Take Back The Tech.

Spread The Love


"And of His signs is He gaves you wives from among yourselves, that might live in tranquility with them, and put love and kindness in your hearts." Surah Ar-Rum 30:21.

Love your women, stop violence against women. There is no place for violence in this world.
16 Days of Activism Against Gender Violence.


Show your support by clicking these link:
AWAM
WAO Malaysia

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Tubing



Love like WOE




Two songs that would accompany me to sleep today.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Summer

Dear Hope,

It has been a week since my semester break started, and I am still figuring out on what to do during this long holiday. All my friends are already at their hometown and it is not near. Some even were across the sea. For the pass few days, I actually did nothing meaningful, mostly I sleep a lot, I online a lot, I watch television quite a lot and I watch drama on DVD and watch movies that I had downloaded earlier.


"I wish for summer all year long."

Some of my friends here hasn't finish their examination just yet and some of them already back to their university and most of them are outside this country and I am the loser who stuck here at home. So, it left me with nothing, I can't really hang out at the moment because I can't hang out on my own, that would be kind of lonely. Oh, I did bought a lot of books the other day, so, I guess the mission is to sit back and read all those books if possible.

I need a vacation I think. Oh, I am being a greedy monster. I have just had a vacation with my friends last week at Penang (and it was awesome, I love the beach, I want to live at the beach). But, somehow I still want to have a nice vacation, at the beach of course, so that I can just lay down, let the sun burn my skin, let the breeze flows through my hair, smelling he salty scent of the sea, and close my eyes and think of nothing else, empty mind. Quite a therapy for me.



I haven't tweet for quite some time now and I haven't update my status update at Facebook as well maybe because of the article that I read on The Star newspaper last Sunday, am I being paranoid now? About the blogging, I will try my best to keep updating it as frequent as before (I don't think that it was that frequent before).

Greedy Monster,
Wish

Single Eyed



Is she really is...?
It's for you to judge...

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

You



I would definitely madly falling in love if you can sing this song like this.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Back

Dear Hope,


I just wanted to tell you that I AM BACK.
and I have a lot of things to tell you.
but today enough for me telling you that I'm back
and I'll keep you updated
The same,
Wish

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Oh!




Dear Hope,

The examination already started and I had my first paper today, Jurisprudence paper to be exact. I.....I.....I....startled, I....I....I....stumbled. I'm not so sure whether I can answer the paper. It's a nerve breaking, sweat dripping subject. I'm not even sure if I'm given out the right answer because right after the exam's over, I heard them saying, and, and, what did they put in their answer sheet were totally and extremely in a diversion with mine. Oh!

I'm scared,
Wish



Tuesday, October 19, 2010

A year without rain

Dear Hope,

I know it's my study week and I should be studying but I don't know what is wrong with me, something keep me away from my books. I don't what is the feeling. I need to study, and please help me.

I think I might have found you, but I can't explain it. Or maybe I don't have faith in you. I hope to find you again. Oh, please.

Because a day without you is like a year without rain.

Still coughing
Wish




Can you feel me
When I think about you
With every breath I take
Every minute
No matter what I do
My world is an empty place

I'm missing you so much
Can't help it, I'm in love
A day without you is like a year without rain
I need you by my side
Don't know how I'll survive
A day without you is like a year without rain

Monday, October 4, 2010

Men at Work


Dear Hope,

I know I haven't post anything here for quite sometime. And I am truly sorry for that. I will not be posting anything at the moment because I've been too busy and the final is just around the corner. I hope too see you soon right after I am done with everything.

Will be missing you lots,
Wish

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

He's who



"My heart is running on empty
One more day and then we go
Yeah, the time goes on now, don't ask me how
I don't know
We'll be home tomorrow
But a thousand miles too far away
Say you won't forget and i'll be okay"











Current Obsession

Gaga MTV



Lady Gaga was crowned queen of the MTV Video Music Awards, winning eight prizes (of the 13 nominations she was up for) including video of the year. The flamboyant pop singer tied Norwegian rock group a-ha, the big winners of 1986, as the second most honored act on a single night. British rocker Peter Gabriel set the record of nine competitive wins in 1987 for his innovative video Sledgehammer.

Most of Lady Gaga's Moonman statuettes were for her video Bad Romance, a futuristic clip featuring plenty of skin-baring scenes and bizarre costumes. “I was so nervous for tonight that I would let my fans down,” she tearfully said as she accepted the final award for video of the year.




As famous for her outré fashion sense as for her musical sensibilities, in each of her three trips to the stage – the other awards were announced off-camera – she wore a different costume, including what looked like a large black trash bag.


The only other multiple winner was eight-time nominee Eminem, who won a pair of awards for his Not Afraid. The rapper opened the show with a medley of songs, but hastily exited the Nokia Theater before accepting his statuettes.

Reuters

Monday, September 13, 2010

Talent



"Hide not your talents. They for use were made. What's a sundial in the shade?"

Friday, September 10, 2010

The love that dare not speak its name

Two Loves

Lord Alfred Douglas

"My name is the love that dare not speak its name."



I dreamed I stood upon a little hill,
And at my feet there lay a ground, that seemed
Like a waste garden, flowering at its will
With buds and blossoms. There were pools that dreamed
Black and unruffled; there were white lilies
A few, and crocuses, and violets
Purple or pale, snake-like fritillaries
Scarce seen for the rank grass, and through green nets
Blue eyes of shy peryenche winked in the sun.
And there were curious flowers, before unknown,
Flowers that were stained with moonlight, or with shades
Of Nature's willful moods; and here a one
That had drunk in the transitory tone
Of one brief moment in a sunset; blades
Of grass that in an hundred springs had been
Slowly but exquisitely nurtured by the stars,
And watered with the scented dew long cupped
In lilies, that for rays of sun had seen
Only God's glory, for never a sunrise mars
The luminous air of Heaven. Beyond, abrupt,
A grey stone wall. o'ergrown with velvet moss
Uprose; and gazing I stood long, all mazed
To see a place so strange, so sweet, so fair.
And as I stood and marvelled, lo! across
The garden came a youth; one hand he raised
To shield him from the sun, his wind-tossed hair
Was twined with flowers, and in his hand he bore
A purple bunch of bursting grapes, his eyes
Were clear as crystal, naked all was he,
White as the snow on pathless mountains frore,
Red were his lips as red wine-spilith that dyes
A marble floor, his brow chalcedony.
And he came near me, with his lips uncurled
And kind, and caught my hand and kissed my mouth,
And gave me grapes to eat, and said, 'Sweet friend,
Come I will show thee shadows of the world
And images of life. See from the South
Comes the pale pageant that hath never an end.'
And lo! within the garden of my dream
I saw two walking on a shining plain
Of golden light. The one did joyous seem
And fair and blooming, and a sweet refrain
Came from his lips; he sang of pretty maids
And joyous love of comely girl and boy,
His eyes were bright, and 'mid the dancing blades
Of golden grass his feet did trip for joy;
And in his hand he held an ivory lute
With strings of gold that were as maidens' hair,
And sang with voice as tuneful as a flute,
And round his neck three chains of roses were.
But he that was his comrade walked aside;
He was full sad and sweet, and his large eyes
Were strange with wondrous brightness, staring wide
With gazing; and he sighed with many sighs
That moved me, and his cheeks were wan and white
Like pallid lilies, and his lips were red
Like poppies, and his hands he clenched tight,
And yet again unclenched, and his head
Was wreathed with moon-flowers pale as lips of death.
A purple robe he wore, o'erwrought in gold
With the device of a great snake, whose breath
Was fiery flame: which when I did behold
I fell a-weeping, and I cried, 'Sweet youth,
Tell me why, sad and sighing, thou dost rove
These pleasent realms? I pray thee speak me sooth
What is thy name?' He said, 'My name is Love.'
Then straight the first did turn himself to me
And cried, 'He lieth, for his name is Shame,
But I am Love, and I was wont to be
Alone in this fair garden, till he came
Unasked by night; I am true Love, I fill
The hearts of boy and girl with mutual flame.'
Then sighing, said the other, 'Have thy will,
I am the love that dare not speak its name.'


Thursday, September 9, 2010

Procrastinate

Dear Hope,

Tomorrow is Eid Mubarak. So, Happy Eid Mubarak to all Muslim. And yes, I'm not celebrating the festive at my mother's hometown like we usually do every year, this year we are going to celebrate it here in town. My mother is cooking downstairs, and the thing that I love the most about this festivity is the food, it's heaven, I want to eat everything - lemang, ketupat, nasi himpit, kuah kacang, rendang, kuah lodeh - urgh, my mouth is watering right now.

Enough about the Eid Mubarak, let's talk goodbad news. While everyone is shopping for the festive season, I've spent my precious money on something else, something which I love so much. I went to KL Convention Centre for the Popular Book Fest, and seriously it's heaven on earth for a book junkie like me. I spent almost RM 200 alone on books. Now, I have 14 books to be read, and where am I going to find the time. Oh, but too bad I didn't found the book that I always wanted, Sophie's World. If I have more money definitely I am going back there and buy more books. Shit!

"A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counsellor, a multitude of counsellors. "


So, what did I bought and what are the books that I have that I need to read:
  • Emma by Jane Austen
  • Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel
  • Come to Me by Amy Bloom
  • When You Look Like Your Passport Photo It's Time to Go Home by Emma Bombeck
  • A Marriage Made in Heaven or Too Tired for an Affair by Emma Bombeck
  • The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold
  • The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
  • A Thousand Splendid Sun by Khaled Hosseini
  • Love in a Torn Land by Jean Sasson
  • Anna Karenin by Leo Tolstoy
  • To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
  • Rage Against the Veil by Parvin Darabi and Romin P. Thomson
  • The Wedding Girl by Madeleine Wickham - I bought this as a present to my friend
and currently, I am reading Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte.

The bad news is that, I have a lot of workloads to be done. ALL need to be submitted or due after the Raya's holiday, and I am not even started to do any of it yet, it's Raya mode, the lecturers are killing the spirit of Raya.

"I like a teacher who gives you something to take home to think about besides homework."

  • Islamic Family Law test
  • International Law assignment
  • International Law presentation
  • Law of Association assignment
  • Jurisprudence presentation
  • PROJECT PAPER!!!
I am tired, when is the break fast? LOL
Till then, have fun and be safe during this festive season.

Selamat Hari Raya
Wish

Friday, September 3, 2010

Male Feminist

Dear Hope,

What is a feminist? Is feminist always a female? Can a male be a feminist too? I am sure everyone has their own opinion regarding the issue of feminism. But this is my opinion on feminism and what is a male feminist. Some might say that there is no such thing as a male feminist, man can't be a feminist, and why do man need to feels the need to assert themselves into every struggle? Man can be supportive of feminist ideals, can works with feminist groups in a supportive role, and yet the man can't be a feminist.

Personally, I strongly disagree with that view. That is a view of a sexist and chauvinist person. This kind of people might feels nervous or afraid seeing a man claiming himself as a feminist and fights for gender equality and opportunity because they might afraid that the machismo that a man claims they always have with them might be degraded. But I don't blame this type of people wholeheartedly because we've been living in a patriarchal society since ages. Man dominates the world. It's a man world. Man rules everything. Man is the voice. Man Man Man!


...“I wish to start out by stating that the goal of my activism, generally speaking, has been the overthrow of capitalism, male supremacy and racism and the establishment of a classless society where all privilege is abolished. What I want is a government and an economic system truly of, by and for the people all the people whose labor and creativity feeds us, clothes us, houses us, entertain us, and in every way makes life better for us”. ... - Carol Hanisch


I would like to quote Simone de Beauvoir in her book, 'The Second Sex'; "...humanity is an autonomous being..she is simply what man decrees, thus she is called 'the sex' by which it meant that she appears essentially to the male as the sexual being. She is defined and differentiates with references to man and not the references to her; she is the incidental as opposed to the essential. He is the subject, he is the absolute - she is the other."

Therefore, woman is seen to be socially constructed in relation to and as inferior to the superior man. It is the man who defines woman and that put woman at the inferior and lower level than the man himself. A man from infancy is nurtured to assume unquestioned superiority by which he defines woman's role creates and maintains a mythology of woman based on her feminity, weakness and subordination to his power. It's the boy who plays with trucks, racing cars, dress up as an army and it's the girl who plays with the dolls, cooking, dress up in a gown. Who's to blamed?


"You don't have to be anti-man to be pro-woman."


So, am I a feminist? I never realised myself that I have always have the passion towards feminism or women's rights. I started off as being a environmentalist, back when I was still in school. Then, I went into law school and the first few years I still have the passion towards the environment(and I am still now an environmentalist), but only that time I learned about humanity and human rights, it excites me. I was hungry to learn and to know more on that subject, I do my own research and I read a lot on the human rights issue. I starts meeting and be friend with people who shares the same passion as I do. I also started to get involves with organisations that protect, advocate and fight for human rights.

However, human rights is a wide field of issues, it goes on from children, aborigines, refugees, slavery, people living with HIV/AIDS, LGBT and so on. But only one and particular branch that get my attention, which is the woman and children rights. And up until now I am still questioning myself why do I choose to get involves with woman's issues. I am not a woman and why do I care? For me, I do agree that only woman understands woman, however, a man who are not a woman and sometimes do not understand woman, who shows much interest in woman's issues is much more sensitive towards woman's struggling, and that man, is me. And I am proud of my mother, she is the reason why I choose to fight for woman's rights.


The emotional, sexual, and psychological stereotyping of females begins when the doctor says, "It's a girl." ~Shirley Chisholm


I guess that it for now. I will try my best to write more on feminism and woman's issue on my later entry, as well as why I am to passionate on this subject. So, am I a feminist? Regardless of what other people think or say about me, I am proud to say that I am a feminist and I am a male feminist.

Love your woman,
Wish.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Blues


"I am nobody. Nobody is perfect.
Therefore, I must be perfect."

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Sweet Treat



Dear Hope,

Tomorrow, I am opening a booth at the threadszoo bazaar at royal selangor club bukit kiara from 10am till 5pm. Together with my friends, we'll be selling a lot of serious sweet treats for a serious sweet tooth. So, meet me there.

Bye,
Wish

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Yes, it's you.




"But if I had you
That would be the only thing I'd ever need
Yeah, if I had you
Then money fame and fortune never could compete
If I had you
Life would be a party, it'd be ecstasy
Yeah, if I had you"


p/s: nice shoes at 3.08

Faster

Dear Hope,
Yes, I know I have been late to write to you. I have been so busy this week. I even did not have enough time to rest on my weekends but I do enjoy the weekends, particularly last weekend although it's kind of short and tiring, but at least I did learn something new, and I get to spend my time with my friends enjoying what ever mess that we did on that weekends.

I hate class. I hate being back to campus. I hate being too busy. I didn't have time for myself to indulge with activities that pleases me. I can't barely read books nowadays. Usually, it takes me 3 to 5 days to finish reading a book but lately, I find it impossible to finish up reading 50 pages in one week. Yes, that is what happening when the class started and when the workloads are coming in. Despite all that, I am still a book junkie, everywhere I go, I go and buy myself a book, but on some occasion, I would buy not a book, but, lot of it. Now, I am wondering when I am going to read all those books that I purchased. (sigh)


"Real luxury is time and opportunity to read for pleasure."


Workloads. I can see them coming. Even right now, I got a lot of homeworks, presentation, cases, tests, project paper to get done. I want to be a little bit hardworking this semester, and I am trying so hard to be one. I know, I am a lazybone. I never make my own notes. In lectures, while anyone who sit next to me busy writing or jotting down notes, I would just listen and do scribbles. And when the class finishes, my mind would goes round and wonder, 'what the hell happened in that class just now?' When I am suppose to go back home and repent myself, I would either lay down in front of the tv and then falls asleep or I would take up a book, read and the falls asleep. (sigh)

Oh, by the way, I think I would go online almost everyday at home right now, because, I am no longer using my USB broadband here, we already installed internet in this house, which are much more faster and stable. But, no worries, I will not terminated my broadband service because I will still be using it when I am back to my family's place, or when I am out of this house. Yes, I know, what a waste of money isn't it? But, just let me think first, and see what can be done later.

"I have no Napoleonic dream. I'm just hard-working and pragmatic." -and that is not me.

That's it for now. This is my first time doing an evening entry. Take a good care of yourself.
p/s: yes, I am craving for Aimar Char Keow Teow.

With care,
Wish

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Dreams

“The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don't know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.”


Friday, July 16, 2010

Misery

Dear Hope,

It has been quite a while since my last letter to you. I’ve been busy and that is what that scares me the most, being busy and not having time to write to you. Sorry for keeping you alone and lonely. I promise to always keep you accompany. I survive campus life so far although as usual there are ups and downs, yeah, shit happens. Not much you can do about it, so, take a deep breath and curse your lungs out.

I live to play or I love to play? That has been a question I asked myself lately, and, up until today I can’t really figure it out which one is the one. Since the first day that I am back to Shah Alam and meet with my beloved friends and housemates, I have spent most of my time with either Mr. Sunshine or Miss. Moonlight. The world is my playground.

"Unless each day can be looked back upon by an individual as one in which he has had some fun, some joy, some real satisfaction, that day is a loss."


Do I get tired? Of course, because most of the time, I am the one who do the driving. To be frank, sometimes I hate driving, it’s tiring, I need to focus on the road and to drive carefully, either to take care of my car or most importantly, the persons who are in the car with me. I don’t mind do the entire walk, the run or the scream, but, I hate driving, not all the time but sometimes. Lately, I’ve been sleeping quite early, almost every day I will sleep before midnight, which I am not usual to do so. I guess it maybe because of the fun, too much fun that I had during the day.

The internet connection in Shah Alam is quite bad. It may because I live on the ninth floor, I am using broadband by the way, and because of that, I get fed up of the slow moving internet and I usually won’t go online and therefore, I’ll write to you less. In addition to that, I sleep quite early where the internet usually gets faster in the early hours, but, by then I was already in my sweet dreams. When I am in my own home, I can’t live without the internet but when I am in Shah Alam, I don’t really bother with the internet. It’s a good thing so I won’t get distracted and I get do other things better but the problem is that I didn’t do anything better, I sleep. (sigh)


"In between goals is a thing called life that has to be lived and enjoyed."


What is next for me? More and more fun. To be honest my fun might not be on par with anyone else’s fun. My definition of fun is lame. Yes, lame fun. I am not a fun person. I rather sit at home and doing nothing rather than go out and have fun. So, why more fun for me? Am I mocking myself? Screw it all. As long as I think it is fun, then, it is fun to me. To be truth, the fun would actually starts tonight.

  • Raf’s 21 Birthday Dinner, surprise surprise.
  • Bon Odori, ~~~~
  • MTV World Stage, Tokio Hotel.
  • Bazaar, sweet and sweaty.
  • Shopping spree, I need money and wish-list.
  • Movies spree, more action less vampires.
I hope you can come along. Oh, wait! I know you are always there beside me. Till I write again.

Love,
Wish.