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“Lawyer semua penipu.” “Budak MSU semua bodoh.” “Janda semua kaki goda.” “Perempuan selalu nak betul.” “Anak nombor dua asyik rebel.” Each time when I come across a data-oriented claim, I really have this urge to ask the type of statistical analysis employed in their ‘research’ for clarity. These data-oriented claims famously have been used on social media for they know what are the true reasons and I refuse to assume. One sure thing however, when they fail to provide the authenticity of their remarks, they will usually later make an ugly gloss about it and start to make the statements philosophical. This mode of reasoning discloses the typical prejudice which these fraudulents of all times can be recognized through this mode of valuation at the back of their easy logical procedure; A. I believe my belief. Even if it’s not true, I don’t care. B. This is almost true. Look at my explanation. Even if you don’t agree, I don’t care. C. I solemnly...

When I first started working, it was in 2013. To be specific, I started working in June. Just a month after the general election was held and cliché which, the incumbent right-wing Barisan Nasional won the term again against the opposition after such rumours that they could not make it. Hence, the cliché.  Economy in 2013 was moderately convincing. With its constant conducive business environment, the resilient macroeconomic made it justly conclusive for youths to apply for jobs. Malaysia in 2013 was well connected with the world class infrastructure comprising (and promising) excellent transport connectivity. Among the significances, the affordable costs of living did not cause serious anxiety to this one employee with RM2,300 monthly remuneration.  2013 was when the GST not yet implemented. Corruption was on-going like its usual business but the conundrum was not complicated like how it is escalated on our local and international medias today. Our political ...

To something you thought worth You wrote the unreplied words You sobbed the unlistened tears You screamed the uncertained fears For being worth was an issue You ended up using a tissue The words remained unattended The tears left unpersuaded The fears stayed uncomforted To something you thought worth Later you saw the tissue with stain You wondered the price you paid for the pain Maybe twas the time you neglected Maybe twas the family you upsetted Maybe twas the you you abandoned The maybes you wondered suddenly snowballed With the ugly emotions your thoughts rolled Justice for the stain was not attainable Blaming yourself seemed to be reasonable To something you thought worth You still thought twas worth The tissue and stain you kept safe In a large embossed box like a lonely grave All the blames for writing too much words All the guilts for having too much tears All the loathes for stressing too much fears And... all the craves for a pathetic attention ...