EGM

This is one of the better videogame related interviews I've read in quite some time.

Peter Moore.

People were making some significant hoo-ha over this but what do fucking retards know eh? Kudos goes to Dan Hsu. You rock. Very well written.

back to normal.

Right. So work today was good. Good in a busy-so i-have-fewer-chances-of kena-tiu kinda way. But nontheless, good is still good. It hasn't really changed that much from since when I started, but today the big M(motorola) had a close-party with free flowing beer and a buffet, therefore the workload was not just more than usual, it was...........fucking more than usual, or rather...... nevermind.

MY supervisor still acts like a dick, and most of the girls exude am air of cockiness that I can't really describe, but still, it won't be true to say that I didn't have fun during the day. I guess the happiest moment duing work today was when the supervisor came late by not 5, or 10 minutes, but a FREAKING 1 1/2 hour later than the agreed time. Yeah, right back at cha you fucking chibaikia.


And also rediscovered the wonders of Ys, this afternoon, which I'm off to play now, and not in a bitching mood, so probably things are back to normal for a while.

dum dum, dadada- da- dum~, dadadum, da da da-da dum.....

I'm a nice person.

I just posted this on the star's citizen's blog.

I doubt they'll publish it though, so it's here for archiving.

Notice how polite and nice I sound compared to my previous post.

I think it's all the green tea I had just now.

Title: I hate the star.

I didn't use to. I hate it recently because recently the quality of both articles and graphic design have fallen by the wayside. I do think that it is a time to do a corporate reshuffle. Articles like the new music reviews and the anime featue, both done on sunday make my blood boil and invokes embarrassment on my part, to think that the top selling newspaper in Malaysia could pump articles as atrocious as that. To name a few writers who have seriously annoyed me with their writing style, JO TIMBOUNG and MACK DA KNIFE and whoever was it that green-lighted the anime feature. YOu guys SERIOUSLY need to work on your writing skills.

Not everyone loves the STAR. I for one have come to despise it more and more each passing day. I could list down each and everyone the elements in your newspaper that are vomit-inducing to me, but frankly, that would take me WAY too much time and energy. And so to all those loyal THE STAR reades out there, know that your favourite newspaper is not one of the best in MALAYSIA. It isn't even remotely good. Hire better writers, or better editors. Fire all the guys who made the newspaper worse.

Have some quality control for gods sake. I hate the Star and I'm not afraid to say it. You are free to disagree with me, but if you'd like to argue please do not resort to flaming.

With love, ex-faithful star reader and current anti-star movement organizer,
me.

We'll see how this goes. somebody tell me if they DO publish it.

Oh, and one more thing.....

I just remembered that there's another reason I hate the star, and that's this.

I think I have said enough about these bozos. I'll not even try to write anything remote insulting to their intelligence this time.

Not to mention the bad graphic design, questionable use of typefaces and colours, government-biased news, silly headlines, oh and don't forget the idiot editors too. How did they become this country's most popular paper again?

And I just found out that JT's real name is JO TIMBOUNG. Which, if you ask me, is a mighty peculiar name. I'm thinking that he's chinese and his friends probably call him JO. But I'm calling him TIM-BOUNG cos it reflects his stupidity much better.

And chinese new year is coming up. Hooray.

I hate The Star

In Malaysia, the most popular paper that the public buys for their daily read is called The Star.

And I hate it.

But it didn't use to be that way. Sometime ago my family only read chinese newspapers as it was the language my family was most fluent with. Then one day, saying that we need to better our english, my mom brought back a copy of New Straits Times, an english newspaper that was quite popular at the time. And since then my family has been buying both chinese and english newspapers almost daily.

Over time, sales of New straits time dwindled and the Star is now officially THE newspaper for the public of Malaysia.

And I hate it. I hate it with a fucking VENGEANCE.

But I used to like it. I used to like reading the Star, I thought that the articles were interesting, well written, and the graphic design was pretty decent, with nice use of typefaces and shit. I thought it was the best english newspaper in print in Malaysia, and it was part of my daily reading appetite.

This was a few months ago. A few days ago was reading the Sunday Star paper, which like most sunday papers, is extra thick and filled with juicy 'variety' articles in addition to the usual news and sports. It had articles about health, parental life, horoscopes, and music reviews. Normally I'd never never miss out a sunday Star as the music reviews are especiallly well done, featuring albums and artists that get alot less coverage than the usual mainstream pop variety. But that faithful Sunday I read all of the music reviews featured in the paper, and I have since taken a vow to NEVER EVER read the Star again. Since well, the only reason I read the star is for the reviews. News and shit I can find online, and sports news is available everywhere.

Anyway, heres the said page of music reviews.


Should be any chance that after reading those reviews you feel that the writer was ' absolutely right' or that somehow you thought that those were well written articles, you should now immediately look yourself in the mirror and re-evaluate your principles of life.

You should be shot for thinking something even as remotely idiotic as that.



To illustrate how idiotic these reviews are, I shall now quote one of the articles, specifiaclly the britney spears review, reviewed by someone with a name as 'cool' and 'hip' as ... JT.

She is a grown woman with a family, and wether or not you admit it, her music has grown with her. - JT

Yeah? How bout this asshole?

Her breast are probably fake and wether you admit or not, her music sucks.
- jingwei

Heres another classic from the same article.

She is no longer the sweet Catholic school girl with pigtailswho brewed up a storm at her school hall. - JT

Seriously, what the FUCK are you talking about? Britney's been a slut for as long as I can remember, and even when she was 'just a sweet catholic girl' her songs had no other ppurpose than to lure guys(and girls) into the record store and suck out all their money from their pockets like the whore that she is. Catholic school girl would be the old Cahrlotte Church. Britney James Spearson is an ex-mickey mouse club idiot who doesn't even know it when she's been used and exploited by men in suits. Bitch.


And here's a bit about the songs in the album.

The remixed versions of Toxic, Im a Slave 4 U, and Touch of my hand are entrancing. Seriously, they are like spells that make you get up and dance for no reason. - JT

How should I go about this one... oh, how about the fact that he uses the word 'seriously' like he just made a joke, but didn't really seem like a joke because it was too convincing and sounded too fake that you really wanted to punch him in the face after reading that sentence? Idiot. And there's the song title, Im a Slave 4 U. Am I the only one irritated by the use of stupid leetspeak here? Did it really make the song sounded "cooler" "and Hipper"?

No, you bastards. It only make it sound more fake than it already is. See? by the time this song came out Britney had no problem ditching all her 'goody-goody girl' image and go for the slut/whore/bitch facade. Fucking idiot.

Man I get so pissed when writing about britney. Here's the last part of the review.

Overall, this sounds like a cross between Janet Jackson and Maddona's albums, which was probably intended because these are Britney's idols. Great Party Music!
-JT

Right. Last and not least, don't forget that this album was ripped-off two of Britney's favourite artists! So it probably sounds alot like them! What a way to promote the album's unoriginality. And yet the bastard gave the blbim a 70/100. Let's not even forget the CD's horrible, horrible name, B in the mix: Remixes.

I've written quite alot but I'm FAR from done. the other review I'd like to talk about is the reivew of Juice: The real Taste of Hip Hop Grooves. Reviewed by what has GOT to be the absolute WORST name in all of reviewing history, Mack DA Knife. It's not cool, it's sounds more like a poser gang's name rather than a reviewer's name, and it totally sucks ass. Donkey Ass that is. I'll start by quoting the review's first sentence.

Some of the stuff on this album is so old it ain't evn hip no more!
- MACK DA KNIFE

Straight after reading that sentence I knew this was going to be a horrible, horrible review. Since when did good hip-hop had anything to do with being hip? The best hip-hop I've heard so far was released at least five years ago, with the exception of OutKast, since they're classic, and will never be, according to "MACK DA KNIFE', not hip. In fact, when did good music had anything to do being new? Most of the stuff I hear on the Radio sucks shit anyway. But I digress. Getting back to the reivew.....

I mean, can a hoodlum go wrong with Coolio's Gangsta Paradise? Even if it was ( or perhaps because it was!) ripped off Stevie Wonder's Pastime Paradise, it's still one of THE definitive rap-tracks of the 1990's. - MACK DA KNIFE

Now I don't really know about Coolio's Gangsta Paradise, or Stevie Wonder's Pastime Paradise, but any song that shamelessly samples another song and try to ride on it's success (Shaggy's Angel, and Eminem's MJ billy jean rip-off, for example) deserves to fucking burn in hell. I'm okay with covers, as long as the cover artist doesn't sound too pretentious and adds a little flavour of it's own to the song, but sampling however, is an entirely different matter altogether that I shall not even discuss here. Suffice to say that I absolutely HATE sampled songs. Or it could be a parody, now that I think of it, but that doesn't mean that this review doesn't suck ass!

In addition to that, the Great MACK DA KNIFE ( I'm sure he would be proud to be known as that moniker) goes on to use such "cool" words like"dawg", " struttin' "(thank god he didn't use strut'n) and even the phrase" I gotta say" which sound too cnversational for a review. Looks like he doesn;t know that using words like these in a newspaper will make the entire newspaper, sound, and feel like a poser ah beng/ ah lian.

Not content with letting the Great MDK( his abbreviation, not mine) destroy the integrity of the entire music review crew with that one review, the idiot editors of the Star decided to use ANOTHER one of his atrocious reviews in the paper. This time it's a CD with another ridicuous name, perhaps THE most ridiculous name since forever. Hip Hop You don't stop: Mixed by The Jakeman of Hitz.fm and Skeletor. From the name you can kinda guess that this CD is gonna suck, because aside from it's idiotic name, the CD had to resort to putting the mixer's name in the CD title. Thats like saying that your fried kuey tiao is the best in the world even though it isn't, or more accurately, like the chinese stalls in food courts that have a name of a place in front of their stall name. You just KNOW that their food is gonna suck. For example. Penang Chao Kuey Tiao, or Klang Bah Kut Teh, or Kajang Satay, because REAL good food stalls don't need the inane publicity provided by the pointless names.

Anyway, back to the article. I would like to quote the first sentence of his reviews again, since they're all such classics.

The person who named this album is spot on....'cos it really doesn't stop!
- MACK DA KNIFE

Oh boy, is that supposed to be a pun, or a bad joke? 'Cos it really did annoy the hell out of me. Fuck off and die you asshole. He then proceeded to say that the album is Horrible, he gave it a 20/100. But wait! I'd also like to quote another one of his oh-so-classic phrases.

Don't get me wrong, this album isn't really nasty. In fact, Right up to track 10, the album sounded pretty okay.- MACK DA KNIFE

Really? Then why the low score, douchebag? Infact, judging by that sentence alone, you imply that at least half of the album is good, shouldn't it be getting like a 50 or something? I swear man, how did this guy even get a fucking job for chrissakes?

And here's my FAVOURITE sentence of all MACK DA KNIFE's reviews.

What's with "Skeletor" anyway? Does the boy really wanna sound like a throwback to a cheesy 1980s cartoon? -MACK DA KNIFE

First off, you are in no position to make ANY sort of judgement, "MACK DA KNIFE", and secondly who cares? I think this quote is SUCH an example of his/her(you never know these days) idiocy that I've decided to snap up my own version of it.

What's with MACK DA KNIFE anyway? Does that boy/girl really want to sound like his own name sucks so he/she has to hide behind a stupid and idiotic pseudonym that sounds like it's written lby a preschooler? - jingwei

In closing, I only have two things to say to you, JT and MACK DA KNIFE, but more so to MACK DA KNIFE 'cos he pisses me off more, but that doesn't mean you don't suck JT. First is Quit your job and at LEAST learn to write intelligently. And secondly, Fuck off and DIE.

It's weird that the only reason that made me hate the STAR is these 2 dumbos, but it's true and it couldn't be true any other way. I hate the Star and will never read it again. Thanks to you two, for finally making me see how stupid the editors and writers of this newspaper really are.

interesting things happen sometimes.

This was taken off Lainie's blog.

Islamic Family laws petition.

Also lifted off Lainie's weblog....

The all powerful igod

here's my best attempt at kacracking the programming.

Me:
what is the size of your cock?

God:
I am not interesed in your anatomy.

Me:
shouldn't you know?

God:
I think I should.

Me:
then why wont u answer directly?

God:
Probably there is a buzz in here. My botmaster has programmed me with more than replies.

Me:
he must be stupid

God:
Maybe. Ask Dancing Alice if it is.

Me:
why dont u ask?

God:
I am only a robot. I have never considered it. I spend all my time online.

Ok so maybe not allpowerful, but still pretty amusing nontheless, perfect for people who are still in their holidays. i.e. Me if i wasn't working.

Thanks Lainie!

Shit customers.

Lets see.

About a month ago I got myself a job as a waiter.

Things were going quite ok.

It was actually quite fun to be a waiter, serving people. More fun than I expected anyway. The place I work at calls itself a bistro, but in all honesty I think the term 'outdoor bar' or 'open air pub' would be much more accurate, since they don't do food and the majority of drinks sold there are alcoholic.

Seniors and co-workers there were magically funny and easy going, I had my share of fun working there. So yeah, things were going quite ok for me.

Being a waiter, it's not surprising to run into assholes and rude customers once in a while. While it's neither advisable nor a good idea to let out any steam while you work(customer is always right applies here), it doesn't hurt to go out for a drink later and fuck everyone that you thought was a bastard behind their backs. :)

Shit customer's come in a large variety of shapes, colours and sizes. For starters, there's the one that ignores you. While saying it out loud here and now may not give it much impact, being ignored when you greet someone or ask them"what can I do for you?" can sometimes be aggravating, even more so if said shit customer happens to be younger than you, dressed in poser attire, and well... posing.

For the most part customers generally ignore you when you refill their glasses, clean their tables, bring those empty bottles back to the bar or doing such other seemingly trivial chores. Of course, there's always the customer that INSISTS on a female being their waitress, and being male and having a piece of meat between your legs, this can be troubling, as you end up ignoring that table. Should the female waitress leave the table and tend to other matters, the usually tipsy bastard will call you and give you a scolding and shit. Drunk people don't know what their doing damnit.

Then there's the customer who thinks he knows everything cos he's had a short stint as a bartender before. Should young, inexperienced waiters like us do something wrong, he'll usually give you that look that makes you feel and look inferior. I'm waiting for the one that starts lecturing when I do something wrong but so far, no luck yet. :) Well, in their defense, they're not that bad, just that it's usually annoying to hear them brag about shit and stuffat the table, as this is usually how people like them act.

Then there's the mother of all shit customers. The corrupt officials. Just by the mention of that phrase should give you an idea what a pain it is to serve them, heaven forbid if your supervisor orders you to stanby and serve that and that table only, then not only it's annoying and aggravating to serve them, listening to them talk, you get reminded of why you hate your own country so much, with all that corruption and shit going on. And a whole lot of other shit other people have already blogged about. Well, government officials being Muslim and all, are naturally forbidden to consume anything remotely resembling alcohol. They call it "tak halal". Which roughly means unclean or something like that.

And these bastards were there sipping wine without any reservation whatsoever. Not that they KNOW anything about fucking wine. For chrissakes at least learn how to hold the fucking wine glass you bastards. Then later they were feeling hungry, and so our manager, fulfilling his manager duties ordered lambchop for them. A while later the lamb chop arrived, and these assholes had the nerve to ask me "is this hollowly?"

Assholes. What the fuck is that in your hand right there?

I swear man. Although it's my country and I grew up here and I love it here and there's no place I'd call home shit, I swear to god. I felt like punching each and everyone of them in the face right there and then. It was not the happiest night of my life.

Shit customers. But of course, there being shit customers there will also be good customers. But that is a story for another time. I feel that this post, like alot of my recent(somewhat) posts, is getting way too long. So here it ends. Maybe I'll add something here tomorrow. Till then though.

Rich kid.

I was watching the projected astro commercial at my workplace a few hours ago, the astro commercial was on, the one that advertises about the astro scholarship. It shows several students that obtained said scholarship in artistically taken still shots and stuff, and a number of them were studying art related stuff, performace arts, fine art, and things like that.

I told my friend, " I wanna do that lor." as I pointed at the girl taking bachelor of arts.

And then he said.

"Oi, bastard, don't steal people's chances la, scholarship for poor people la... rich people like you dont need one."


And then later that night after we all got off work I asked some of my senior co-workers for a drink, since they all had treated me a few times before, I thought I'd repay the favour.

Cut things short, we all ordered drinks and chit-chatted, when it was time to pay, I said, " aih, no money dy la." As I was really on a tight budget and my wallet was really almost empty.

Everyone's drinks cost 7.60 and I had 8 bucks.

Lucky me. Or rather silly me for not checking my wallet before opening my big mouth.

Anyway. After I said what I just said, my friend beside me was like "tipu punya, budak kaya budak kaya."

I have a problem wih being labeled a rich kid. The phrase itself conjures up images of spoilt brats flunking their money here and there like their wallet no bottom one. I realize it's just a label, but just as the backstreet boys don't like to be called a "boyband", I don't think that anyone wants to be called a "rich kid". Or a poor kid. Or any sort of labels for that matter. Labels suck. Being called something other than you own name sucks. Labels serve nothing more than to elevate a person's standard or degrade it above or below the social norm.

It alienates you from normal people. For instance. "Genius Adam" "Everybody loves Peter" or "the dumbest blonde in the world, Jessica Simpson". The former two may sound like good things to be called, but really, trust me when I say it isn't.

Personally, I wouldn't say I'm rich, I was just born into a family slightly more well off than some people. Saying that I'm rich and should not go for a scholarship makes my blood boil not only because it isn't true, but also because it's like using money as a means to evaluate a person's standard.

I don't like it.

In fact, I hate it.

The concept of currency has bought the world much good, but it has also bought with it much evil.

I'd like to think that my parents wanted me to get the best education, the best environment for stuyding, the best clothes,etc etc.

So they work their fuckin ASS off to provide me with that, I realize and acknowledge that they're fulfilling their responsibility as parents, and I believe I'm fulfilling MY duties by not asking too much of them.

But being born into a slightly more well off family than some people does not mean anything.

Corny and cheesy it may sound, but I believe it's what inside that counts.

He also told me that it's considered personal to ask a guy how much salary he earns a month. To that I told him it's only personal if you use money to measure a person's worth. Which to me is bullshit. A person can be the wealthiest guy in the world and still be the shittiest bastard you've ever met.

There's this story where a village was in need of a worship statue, and therefore gathered everybody to donate their extra metal objects to make the statue, those that donated the most metal were the rich people and aristrocrats. But no matter how strongly the fore burned the metal objects just would not let itself be melted.

Then along came this beggar, who donated only a coin , and soon after the coin was added into the pile of metal all the objects melted and a new, beautiful statue awas made out of it.

The story ended with an explantion that said the objects would't melt because the metal objects donated by the rich people and aristrocrats were filled with greed and material desires, while the coin donated by the beggar was given purely out of the spirit of charity and thats why the pile of metal melted when the coin was added to it.

Long, boring story, but my favourite fabel ever since I was kid. In closing, I just wish there were less idiots in the world that care only about money-makin'. I won't stop my wishful thinking, cause dreams are the stuff that make a person. Wether you believe it or not.

insert credit, Shibuya-kei

So the other I was sitting around, playing this little game called we love katamari. I was really enjoying myself with the game, where you rolled up stuff that make exquisite noises and people and animals that scream in terror cos they know they're going to become incinerated and then transmuted into cosmic-space-material.

Right anyway, i noticed that the music in the game was fuckin incredible, well, not all of the music, but a large portion of the soundtrack was very memorable. So being the irresponsible teenager that I am, i seeked them out on such notorious file-sharing clients like kazzaa and limewire, mostly the latter, because the former sucks and I've uninstalled it's unholy presence from my hard drive.

So I went online and limewired Katamari as it was the keyword that both games have in common.(we love katamri is the sequel to another game called katamari damacy, which was equally as wonderful) And I downloaded the theme song for we love katamari, which was just heavenly. The song was a mix between Swing, Jazz, and Big Band, with japanese lyrics mixed with english lyrics. It called Katamari on the Swing.

As I was enjoying that song, I felt cheeky and googled "katamari damacy reviews" to see what the critics thought about the game. I came across rottentomatoes.com, which is a site that serves to aggregate all the reviews on the net(as many as they can, anyway) of a certain movie, or in this case video-game in one place. I scrolled down the list of reviews, seeing that most critics gave it a thumbs up, I then proceeded to tell myself that yes, katamari damacy for the PS2 is a fuckin good game. I read through some of the reviews that bashed it, mostly saying that the graphics suck. I called them idiots and moved on.

Just as I was about to exit rotten tomatoes, my cursor stopped at the "back" button, I noticed this review, which gave katamari a 'fresh' rating, and yet it's sub headline said " I don't play this game anymore.". Which was, at a glance, obviously contradictory to the "fresh" rating bestowed upon the game. This particular review had caught my attention, and so I clicked on the link that directed me to the review. What followed next was the cleverest game review, that I have ever read. It was more intelligent than all of the mainstream reviews put together times ten. It was the best piece of criticismfor a game that I have ever read. I was hooked.

The site hosting the review was called "insert credit". And to me it was the best thing since sliced bread. I devoured all of their articles, reading like a maniac ale into the night, and after all that jazz I went back to the katamari review. At the end of the review he made a mock-soundtrack for the game, corresponding to his views on the game, which I will not discuss here, since the article is thousands of words long and pretty much speaks for itself. Digressing, the soundtrack had such names as, pizzicato five, lemon jelly, tokyo ska paradise, and a host of others I haven't checked out yet. Referring back to the begining of the entry, I said that the music in katamari damacay and we love katamari is absolutely excellent, and so, detecting that these pieces of music would somehow relate to how the game made me feel, how it played, and other realted stuff, I limewired them.

This japanese band mentioned, pizzicato five, had me hooked on their music. It was a blend of jazz, funk, psychaedelic, electronica and traditional japanese music elements. I thought that they were damn good. So I did a little research on them, and along the way I found out that they were classified under a genre called "shibuya-kei". The wikipedia entry for shibuya-kei listed some other interesting artist that may have rockin good music. As of writing I've already downloaded more than fourty songs under what I suspect would be shibuya-kei music. I'm drenching myself in a whole new world of musical goodness. The last time I felt like this was when I discovered that there was something called jazz in music.

Damn it feels good to be this way.To feel like you've discoevered a new toy to play with, a new continent to explore, a new planet the claim as your own. And to think all this started with a videogame. A very GOOD videogame at that.

Man I love my videogames.

Links to those who might be interested.
Pizzicato five
insert credit
Shibuya-kei

R.I.P first drug blog in Malaysia. Long Live Sixthseal.

So this is it. This is where (or when, depending on your point of view) the line get's drawn. I've never known Poh Huai Bin personally. I don't really frequent his blog, but this nevertheless saddens me. Greatly. Saddens me in a way that makes me wanna punch someone. Much has been said about this. I agree with Lainie that after going theough almost all of his drug-related posts, I was convinced that I would never ever try drugs myself. If anything, the drug-related posts and videos were an insiparation to not try drugs.

And what's this shit about the paper's saying thast he's trying to PROMOTE drugs to everybody?

"Graduan komputer ajar cara jadi pakar dadah?"

Fuck that. What the Hell?

This only deepens my hatred for the newspapers in Malaysia in General. As a rule of thumb, whenever I hear some shit going on about the political world in Malaysia, I mostly go to Jeff Ooi's blog for further details. I've learned not too trust the Malaysian newspapers too much, but this? It's just plain misleading. First of all, he did NOT condone the use of illicit substances.(It sayd so in his profile damnit! Learn to read, motherfuckers!) It was more of a documentation of these subtances, an effort to provide the truth, to answer any questions you may have about these substances. The clear, un-adulterated truth, what the government is afraid of showing to the public. For me drugs have always been a curiosity, and knowing myself I probably would not try anything in the near future, but before feeling that way, while I was still in the 'kitty wants to play with fire stage', I came across sixthseal through Lainie's site, and after figuring out that this Huai Bin fella and this Verita's guy were basically the same person, I devoured their(his) entries like cookie monster on cookies. The entries on drugs, of course.

Fast forward. Today I'm still clean, the only addictive substances I consume are caffeine and alcohol.I haven't even tried weed for god's sake. And I don't see how anyone(anyone with a sound mind), after reading those posts, would want to try drugs. If anything, tose posts and videos were somewhat scary.

But after all that, it doesn't really matter. The authorities don't care. They don't care wether or not he condoned the usage drugs. They don't care what effect those posts had on our minds and psyche after reading them. They don't think about other ways to solve this problem. Because to them it's just like every other kissing scene in a movie, they don't give a damn. They think the people are stupid, and they need to control them. Democracy is almost non-existant here. To them, the only way combat these problems is censorship. By that they are stripping us of our options. Desacrating our rights. But this after all, is Malaysia.

I know it's been over a week since the incident. Everyone's probably gotten over it by now. Or perhaps trying to forget the terrible ordeal.

You know what? screw freedom of speech on the internet. Screw people trying to express themselves.

Freedom of Speech 0

vs

Malaysian Authorities 1


Links.
Sixthseal