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The fourth prime minister of Malaysia once said public demonstration is not a part of Malaysian culture. Time and time again, we have proven him wrong. Each time, the crowd that came out got bigger than the previous one. According to Malaysiakini, almost 250,000 people came out to walk in the streets of Kuala Lumpur yesterday for Bersih 3.0 Duduk Bantah, the call for a clean and fair election.

Malaysians simply got wiser, braver and more frustrated. Nothing could change this tide other than reforms but the stubborn authorities just could not get this message. It has completely lost touch with its people. Instead of reason and goodwill, all it can do and do well is to lash out violence on unarmed citizens who came out to the street to express their wishes. Woes betide this nation when its young people got restless and angry. Most of the people who came out today are young and from all races. It’s a pity those in power could not read this sign.

We have also proven Raja Petra Kamaruddin wrong when he said Malaysian Chinese are cowards. You could only see it to believe it. Many Chinese came out this time, they were everywhere, marching and chanting “Bersih.” Even aunties and uncles were there as they were no longer fearful of May 13. So, eat your words, RPK!

Around 3.40 p.m. the police began to fire at the crowd in front of the Bar Council. We were standing on the road, under the hot afternoon sun, singing “Negaraku” and chanting “Bersih”, “Hidup Rakyat”, “Hentikan Rasuah” and “Buka Pintu.” After the second bell rang, the police truck surged forward and began spraying at all directions. People panicked and ran helter-skelter. “Lari, lari, run, run!” could be heard.

I too, ran towards Central Market. For the first time in my life, I came into contact with acid water.  It was not a nice experience. My eyes and throat burned, my heart beat faster and I vomitted as I felt my stomach being clawed at. My mind turned blank for several minutes. Seeing the police truck coming after us,  I ran to a lane along Lorong Warisan to rinse my eyes with some mineral water and borrow some salt from another lady who had some to spare. It was terrible, really.

“Aduh, zalimnya polis ini!” another elderly lady was heard groaning near the drain. She was trembling with tears. The scene near the Bar Council and HSBS Bank was like a war zone. The air was thick with smoke and people were seen running for their lives and screaming from pain.

“Hey, where are you?” I called my husband when I recovered from the ordeal. He was busy taking pictures near the bridge in front of Loke Yew Building when the police attacked and ran with a large crowd towards Jalan Yap Ah Loy. “I am near Bangkok Bank now. Stay where you are and I will come to get you,” he replied.

Next, we went to Jalan Tun H.S. Lee where the crowd had regrouped. We continued chanting, “Bersih, Bersih” and “Hidup Rakyat, Hidup Rakyat” and the same police truck appeared right in front of us again, this time at the junction of Bangunan Hong Leong and Restaurant Lai Foong. When the chanting got too loud for them to bear, they got agitated and started to fire tear gasses at the people again.

Once more, we ran and ran, some towards the old Chinese temple and others, into back lanes near Jalan Petaling. I ran as fast as I could and found a safe haven at Hotel Chinatown. There, I rinsed my eyes and borrowed some salt from other participants. “This is simply too much!” I heard some people standing next to me exclaimed; they were stunned by the police’s barbaric tactics. “They cannot do this to us!” another group of young ladies cried out, some were seen clearly shaken. “We are going to vote them out, just wait and see!” they screamed, wiping their eyes with wet towels.

“Hey, I am near the old Chinese temple, make your way to the Jalan Sultan’s empty car park again and wait for me there,” my husband instructed. When the smoke had been blown away by the wind, I walked towards Jalan Sultan. By now it was almost 5.30 p.m. and the crowd had thinned out. Some went to regroup near Jalan Silang and scores of people were still loitering around Puduraya. Helicopters were still seen hovering above the skies in downtown Kuala Lumpur.

An ambulance was seen near the Scout House along Jalan Hang Jebat and they were giving out mineral water to the participants. We quenched our thirst and sat down to catch a breath. “Let’s go home, I could not walk anymore,” I told my husband. “Okay,” he replied and I could see he was suffering from sun burn, standing under the hot sun the whole afternoon. He was also completely drenched by acid water and his eyes were red from the stinging.

As we walked home along Jalan Hang Jebat, we both joked and laughed.

“So now you got the first hand experience!” he teased me. It was the second Bersih rally for him.

I nodded and laughed. “I’ve survived war zone and I’ll come out again if there is another Bersih rally!”

On 28th April 2012, the word “Bersih” which means clean vibrated around the globe. I am glad to be part of this history.

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Go, Bersih !

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Just voting is not enough. YOUR VOTE MUST COUNT.

It will count only if the elections are going to be CLEAN & FAIR.

Support Bersih 3.0 in its 8 demands

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SPR for there to be CLEAN & FAIR Elections.

We only have a day left.

In case you are still wondering whether you should go to Dataran Merdeka tomorrow afternoon, here are some questions to help you make up your mind, because time is really running out.

  1. Are you a genuine (not instant) and concerned Malaysian citizen?
  2. Are you above 21 and a registered voter?
  3. Are you convinced that the Election Commission is not impartial enough in discharging its duty?
  4. Are you disenchanted with the way this country is run?
  5. Do you think you deserve a better future here?
  6. Do you love this country but not proud of it at the moment?
  7. Do you have children and love them very much?
  8. Do you wish to see them live in a harmonious and progressive country?

 It is really, really up to you to decide what to do. You  can stay home. Make yourself a glass of chilled lemonade. Switch on the air-conditioner. Curl up on the luxurious sofa with your dog on your laps. Take out an interesting novel to read. Listen to some songs on the radio. Watch some nice movies on TV. Relax. Take a break. After all, it is a hot and lazy Saturday afternoon and you have already worked hard the whole week.

But over at the historic square, thousands and thousands of discontented Malaysians will gather for a sit-in protest under the hot April sun. The possibility of being douse with acid water, hit by tear gas, kick, beaten and drag to the waiting police van is there. Join them if you wish. They are there to tell the government that they want a clean and fair election.

Please do not, even for one moment, think that this event is for Anwar Ibrahim, Lim Kit Siang or Tok Guru Nik Aziz. No, it is not for them at all. They are politicians and they have nothing to do with Bersih which is actually a coalition of 84 non-governmental organizations demanding for a clean and fair election, nothing more and nothing less.

So, can you see it is for us, our children and our beloved country?

Annie Ooi, 66, also known as “Aunty Bersih”, has a good point when she said in a recent video clip, “Rise, senior citizens who are still fit to move around, aiyoh, come out lah, do not always hide at home and let the younger ones go out to face the tear gas and water cannons! Not fair lah, like this! Lead them; lend them your wisdom and courage! You are sitting around only; surely the police dare not provoke you!” She could be right. While the police might kick, punch and arrest us the younger ones, I don’t think they dare to lay their hands on the older folks for the whole world will be watching the event.

I met Pak Samad at the Kuala Lumpur Selangor Chinese Assembly Hall the other day during a press conference. He was 77 and looked very frail, like a piece of cotton. But his spirit and determination can put a younger person to shame. Despite his advanced age and an esteemed title to his name, he stood for what is right and just. He can choose to sit back and watch from a distance but no, he did not do that. Instead, he was right in the middle of the battlefield, fighting for others who could be so much younger than himself.

I think it all boils down to common sense and courage. Some people might said, “I think I will let others do it for me. One person less will not make any difference.” If every Malaysian thinks this way, then nobody will come out and things will remained status quo.

We have been openly taken for a ride for 55 years by this government. I knew it. You knew it. The whole world knew it too. It is not every day that we have the opportunity to gather together to say out loud and clear, “Stop, we have enough of all these nonsense. It’s time to buck up or pack up!” If we do not stand up this time, we really deserved to be swindled until the end of time.

If you are standing on the good side, what is there to fear or worry? This is no longer 1969. This is 2012. Things are more open now, with Facebook, Twitter, YouTube’s and blogs around. Nothing can be hidden anymore. The brutalities and violence lashed on the unarmed people will be screen all over the world so that the whole planet will know what is going on here. That’s the power of the internet.

“Yes, we’re prepared to face the music!” Ambiga Sreenevesan announced at the same press conference. I trusted this courageous lady. Because of her leadership, I, along with 500,000 Malaysians living in the country or abroad will come out tomorrow to take back what is rightfully ours.

If we have to face the acid water, tear gas and beatings, so be it. You can beat down some of us but you cannot beat down 500,000 people.

I have a fear too, that people might get injured like in the two previous rallies, but I will stick to my decision. I know I will live to be proud of it. At least I can look into the eyes of my children and tell them this, “Look, I’ve done my part – for us!”

I wanted to be a part of history. Do you too?

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Today is the fifth year since my dad went away. I still missed him terribly. But time did helped me to heal the pain.
Dad, may you rest in peace and I loved you, always.

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Nicholas asked me this question many years ago, when he was about four or five years old.

Growing up in a strict family where sex was never mentioned at all, I was at a loss for words. How do you explain this kind of thing to a very young child?

So in the end, I invented a little story to explain how we got him.

“Once upon a time, daddy fell in love with mommy. We got married. One day, we decided to have a little baby. So daddy put a little blue seed from his willy into mommy’s tummy and voila, it grows into a little baby boy we called Nicholas!”

He giggled and clapped his hands happily. He thought he was like a plant that sprouted from a seed in the pot.

“And little sister too?” he asked curiously, pointing to his younger sister who was sitting on my lap.

“Yes, this time daddy used a little pink seed and out came a little baby girl we called Alexandra!”

We both laughed and laughed, feeling happy and satisfied with my answer.

Although a bit guilty for not telling him the truth, at least it was suffice for him at that age. What a relief too that I can put this matter off for a few more years!

Like many Asian parents, I do feel shy and uncomfortable discussing something as intimate as sex with my kids. I secretly harbored a hope they could find out from their teachers, classmates or books; thus saving me the embarrassment of having to explain to them things like penis, vagina, sperms and eggs!

This question was completely forgotten until today…….

“Mommy…. Miss Chan, the science teacher, taught us about sexual reproduction this morning,” Nicholas said as he threw himself on the sofa after coming home from school.

I have noticed that chapter in his book before. So, they have reached that topic now, I thought to myself.

My heart missed a beat. “Really, did you learn anything from your science teacher then?”

“Not much,” he answered, looking tired.

“Why is that so, didn’t you pay attention in class?” I sounded rather disappointed.

“I did. But my classmates, those sitting at the back, were so noisy that we could not hear her lessons clearly.”

“What happened next?” I wanted to know.

“The teacher spoke softer than usual and she refused to repeat what she had taught.”

“If that is so, how are you going to sit for your exams on this topic?” I queried him further.

“She asked us to go home and read it up ourselves or ask our parents. So, can you go through the lessons with me tonight?”

“Of course,” I replied, knowing I have no choice but to go through it with him, no matter how uneasy I may feel. 

I realized how wrong I was to rely on other people to explain the mechanics of human reproduction to my kids. They have come of age; it is time they have to know their bodies and their respective functions. Who is a better teacher than a mother to teach her kids about the birds and bees?

“Include your sister too, she needs to learn as much as you do, about the birds and bees,” I added.

After dinner, without wasting any more time, we went straight to the chapter on human reproduction in his science text-book.

First, we studied the male reproductive system. I explained to them the parts and functions of sex glands, sperm duct, testis, scrotum, urethra and penis as were shown in a diagram. Next, we examined the sperm and its function. Also included in this chapter are the physical and emotional changes in boys during puberty.

“Oh, no wonder he have pimples on his forehead, hairs on his armpits and his voice croaks like a toad!” his sister teased him mercilessly.

“You too – you have lots of ugly pimples on your forehead and hairs on your armpits, not only me!” he retorted back, looking crossly at her.

“Okay, no more arguing, both of you have pimples on your foreheads and hairs on certain parts of your bodies now, so it’s fair, right?” I asked, before they got at each other’s throats (did I tell you that a mom has to be a referee too?)

They both sulked but nodded in agreement.

When both of them have calmed down, we proceeded to the female reproductive system. Here, I explained to them what are ovary, fallopian tube, uterus, cervix and vagina which were illustrated in a different diagram. Not to be left out is the ovum and its function as well as the physical and emotional charges in girls during puberty.

“No wonder she is so shy in front of the boys and was attracted to some handsome ones in school!” her brother said, like a sort of taking revenge on his sister for teasing him earlier.

She smiled and kept quiet as her cheeks turned crimson red.

“So far, can both of you follow the lessons?” I asked them patiently.

“Yes!” they both chorused together and I felt relieved.

“Are there any questions or doubts?” I asked further.

“No, it’s easy!” my son answered calmly. His sister smiled shyly.

“Okay, in that case, let’s proceed on to another section – the female menstrual cycle.”

It took some patience to explain to a teenaged boy why a girl bleeds every month. But he got it in the end, so too his sister.

That done, we went to the next section – fertilization and pregnancy. With the help of diagrams, I explained the sequence of how each and every one of us was formed; from the fusion of a single sperm and egg right up to the fetus with all the parts fully formed and ready to be born into the world as a baby.

“See, that’s how both of you were made!” I concluded, glad that I have finally answered Nicholas’ question, ten years later.

“Wow!” was all they could manage when the lesson ended.

“Again, are there any questions or doubts?” I asked.

They looked quite dazed but they shook their heads

“Sure?”

“Yes, but Mom, what’s the meaning of copulation?” my teenaged son asked curiously, pointing to the word in his book.

“Ah, that,” I fumbled awkwardly. How to explain that to them?

“Okay, I will explain that on another day when I gather more information from the net,” I told them. Other related topics were not to be found in the text-book; so I need to look them up.

“Unwanted teenage pregnancies, abortions and family planning will be discussed too,” I said, hoping this will conclude the sex education for my kids and my duty can be considered done!

I am glad I have finally enlightened them on this crucial knowledge. There are certain roles which you cannot delegate to others and this is simply one of them! I found out today that teaching sex education to your kids is not a difficult thing to do, in fact, it can be interesting!

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