Maybe something can be worked out here...

I might switch reporting places between Blogspot and here, so be prepared for mixed-up news.

Now, I've read on the political blog sites that I've frequented that there's a possibility of the powers-that-think-they-are declaring national emergency.
Really? Where are all the fights? Had I been so wrapped up in a shell, away from the struggles of humanity?
Maybe I would participate if I had more freedom to do so. I want to see for myself what the road shows are like, and if there are really fights going on in this country over races and religion. All this political shit has already interfered with the economy, and now it's disrupting social harmony.

We might have started it by existing as the people who are supposed to be united, but they are the ones saying that we cause dissent, and it is their duty to stifle it.
Fine, guv, lie through your teeth of policemen and Insecurity Act. The power of inventions is beside us today, and we don't wish to see the sun setting on our hopefully-good lives so soon.

Really, though, what would happen if the nation is in a situation of emergency? Being the fiction-drunk that I am, I'd like to put my imagination into words regardless of the English Oral Presentation that I had to work on. And I also don't make extensive research in the petty details, as I should but as usual I always forget. Here's my version of the story...

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"... And I now declare our beloved nation, Malaysia, in the state of emergency."

Those were the words of the infamous, hated Minister of Home Affairs on Monday, just a few days after the Hari Raya celebrations in October. Many families are angered by the timing since the Opposition leader has yet to take over the government. As hard as it is for the ruling coalition to quell its own demons and re-tighten its rein on the nation at the same time, it managed to stamp out the naive. At least.

Every prominent member of the Opposition is now under ISA arrest. The new Ops Lalang is at work now that the government had the authority to establish it. Governance and economy are now on autopilot. As for the media, the mainstream papers and television can give nothing more than daily updates or re-runs; new entertainment can hardly be provided now that actors and the rest of the studio crew are not able to gather 'safely'.

By this time, people wonder: Where's the Prime Minister and his fellow goons? Where are those racist, arguing people who didn't dare face an online-savvy scholar who supposedly defamed them? Where are the underdogs that are so ready to stand aside as the leading party members shoot remarks off their mouths?
Maybe the Home Minister decided he should be in power as he possesses the means to detain anyone he likes to without trial or reason for detaining. The media is also unable to interfere. Foreign forces and human rights groups are held back by guards in international airports. Most of them had to return to their domains disappointed; others who remained will find themselves sitting in cells not too far from RPK's.

More and more online communities emerged due to the obvious lack of things they can do; gone were the days when a college student can meet her friends, or a schoolboy could play futsal with his classmates against the team of a rival class. One might think it was worse than haze, but portions of people are still optimistic, saying: "And this, too, shall pass."

Foreign Direct Investments are lower than they had been when the Internal Security Act was used to detain three people, two of whom are now released but not quite free; access is limited during times of emergency. Back in Kamunting, he looked out the sturdy barred windows of his cell, wondering if the people had really allowed this to happen after all the commenting and word-saying they made on his blog posts. This country will simply sink so terribly low that foreign countries, especially developed ones, would complain of having another mouth to feed amongst other actual poverty-stricken nations.

But at the end of the day, is everyone doing their part?

If not in the world, it must be in the country. After all, they live there, and they have the right to select and throw out rulers. By now comments would have taken effect, along with more posts of what happened during the day when an accountant mother goes to work or during the night when a couple found kissing in an alley had to be separated and escorted home 'safely'.
The soldiers hauled the two harshly, beating the boy and molesting the girl.
Nothing is sacred anymore.

Tragedies occur when the common people are the ones victimized, but the soldiers love their job. They truly have developed a sense of sadism after those hard years of training to hurt others.
The people's anger will mount up to something, no doubt. Rage is pumped out through personal blogs, becoming a catalyst to a series of reactions triggered in readers and those who would comment. All this anger is shared, and eventually, they would plan something.

At least one household is fed up with this declared state of emergency. Taking advantage of a large extended family, they told everyone to organize themselves, spread the information that on the next Friday, they should all exit the house and carry out daily activities as they would in days of peace. The online communities should also take it into note and let the domino effect take place.
That day, it was done. Militants tried to usher them back inside, but they kept on stating their reasons. Some of the weapon-wielding ones tried to harm the people, but conscience emerged as a fortune at that time of doubt. 'If we kill these people and the hundred after this, and the thousand following, what will remain of the nation?'
In the end, the domino effect worked and the masses won.

When the Federal Reserve Unit was dispatched to 'calm' the condition in one building where employees are about to start working for the day, some rebel soldiers began moving against the red-helmets. Soon the actual conflict began. Wise civilians without weapons stayed out of the fight, lest they became human shields or are shot or blown up by accident; that is, unless the offenders actually intended it.

People are needed in this hour to fill up the empty Parliament building. Too many Members are missing.
People are also needed to go to detention centers and set free the leaders they admired and trusted. The Opposition leader is back on track and is now ready to present his MP numbers to the King, whose whereabouts during the emergency are unknown.

Somewhere in the city, there is war between the police and soldiers, largely because their uniforms differed. The rebel soldiers attacked the police; the police thought the soldiers really meant to attack them; other 'loyal', serving soldiers thought the police are also rebelling against the Royal Military Force.
Blood lined the city that day.
Money was the root of the problem, but this is much worse than money can bring.

Maybe the human race in the region of Malaysia triumphed today in bringing the Home Minister to his true home - his own cell in the Kamunting detention center - and setting most of the major influences free. Nothing much is mentioned anymore of the fifth Prime Minister of Malaysia, however, or even his predecessor. Out of the ashes, ashes of the innocent, new lives grow. Confusion killed the corrupt. The majority hoped it was not too late for innocence to be re-established and suspicion to be kept to a minimum around here.

Democracy shall live again.

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Pretty weird, huh?
I've still got to keep in mind that even if the world can see this, nobody will show that they did.

I looked at the title of this post again... I've truly distracted myself this time.
Although I can say that the guv has kind of put us in a state of emergency ever since they found out on March 8 that they're losing ground.

Ah, a day of stay-home grandeur between the Accounting and Economics paper is not as grand as I planned to describe it. I may type in a way that shows I don't want grammatical errors, but my mind is blank.
I really didn't know what's up with today.

It might be because I've been staying home with a younger brother who doesn't talk to me much and has his own holiday aims. Not that I disrespect him for that, of course. He is driven to reach his targets, and I wouldn't want to come between him and that.

But I've actually managed to upload a video of myself performing a flute cover for an existing song.



I've been at various places in the online world today - FaceBook since I managed to get a network there, Blogger because two of my friends are on it and here indeed - yet my boredom knows no limits.
I say boredom is the deadliest thing on our planet. If it consumes us, we are tempted to do things whether or not they are right or wrong.
...
Raw thoughts.
My fingers couldn't stop typing.

They did manage to stop playing the flute today, though, and they were too lazy to write or draw anything because my writing hand does not like to write when not provided with a proper environment to wield a mechanical pencil.
Any personality change taken here will not be acknowledged out of the author's laziness.

I have other thoughts that belong elsewhere, though, like imagining what a specific person would be doing at a time when he is not studying, and what he would do during the Foundation Year semester-gap holidays.
Light, is he going to travel this country like that other international student?
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I need to write songs by myself.

Sick of this, anyone?

I first heard about this when I received an SMS from a former classmate on Thursday night. It was pretty late – for me, at least – to be receiving a message from her, but when I saw the contents of her message, I began doubting her clarity in mind. She used to post other sorts of chain bulletins on Friendster, though they were mostly religious. I think she was just being faithful, me being the nosy person who would rather use her head, but this message has started making me think she was susceptible to rumors and is gullible.

Then on Friday evening a dear friend of my younger brother’s stated that his uncle died because of the content of that message. He sent him a link to a blog where bits and pieces of news are shown regarding the incidents. He claimed 29 people had died so far in one area because of this, though it is questionable where he got the statistics from. My younger brother believes him, but my mother doesn’t.

Do I believe that there are numbers with a long string of digits that call to our phones with the intention of eradicating our existence and that they are now killing people in what I suspect to be third-world countries?

I say anything is possible. I am a big fan of ‘what-if’s, and I wonder if the Myth Busters can unravel this mystery, should its plague take course to developed Western countries.

I don’t know the works of phone lines and whatever they involve, but knowing that the world seems connected and all, would the strange numbers try to contact phone-owners all over the globe?

I’d hate to think of people all suddenly dying while casually walking on the streets or picking up their phone while driving.

But really, what’s causing all this crap to happen?

Some online sources claim it was a phone virus that emits waves that cause brain hemorrhage.

My former classmate informed me that it was the work of Indonesian black magic sorcerers and apprentices practicing their ignoble work; that it has spread from their land to mine, sad to say, Malaysia.

 I say it’s more likely a phone virus. I mean, even sorcerers are mostly humans, if any humanlike being can be anything more than human on our laterite, loam and river-sand soil, so how can they alter their numbers so and program their phone cards to let their incoming call numbers be seen as red, and how would a phone programmed to display no colors on numbers except black display red numbers?

I’m a concrete thinker and I stopped believing in magic too long ago.

It is likely a virus or some complex program developed to deliver brain hemorrhage through specific waves.

But I’m not saying that the choices are limited to those two. It could also have been aliens trying to contact humans but failing consistently because they were unaware of how vulnerable human ears are to the kind of frequency they are used to. And it doesn’t necessarily have to be aliens because they could also be non-biological-structured extraterrestrials; they could be robots.

I am imaginative, but I am considering a lot of possibilities.

Do you find it funny that I do not believe in magic but I do actually believe in extraterrestrials because science motivates me?

Back to these awful numbers…

Has anyone ever pressed the ‘answer call’ button and aimed it elsewhere other than their ears? I mean, they could do something to the human biological make-up, but what do they do to paper? What about tin or feet-thick concrete or lead? Are those frequency waves radioactive? Has anyone ever managed to terminate those calls, but kept those numbers for another day to call it and see if the owner of those numbers will ever pick up? And will they pick it up? Can it be picked up? Does anybody own those numbers?

I could have joined Science stream, but when I was fourteen, I wanted to be a writer, so here is a fool thinking she’s a scientist like she wanted to be when she was eight.

Some people have got to track the source and make sure the people in charge of all these chaos and casualties are tormented before they are executed, and relent not.
Let there be no kindness extended to these freaks. They're an insult, a mockery to my fictional serial killers.

By the way, the way this editor faces what I consider problems similar to which I encountered in Fanfiction.Net sucked.