Cartoon Addiction: X-MEN

That’s right. To hell with Skins and Glee. It’s time for a flashback.

The 1990’s X-Men animated series collection is in my hands. I’m prepared to rape the couch and watch it all the way. C’mon, I know you’ve watched it, and I know you enjoyed watching it. Reminisce with me. Continue reading

Acronym of the Day: FFK

You’ve made a promise with a friend. To meet up cordially for a couple of drinks on a Friday night to wind up from a rigorous week of turmoil from work. The time and meeting place has been committed, and you’re getting ready for a good night out. When you get to the place, late. You find that the person is still not there. Continue reading

Discrimination is a Pink Train

There is a sense of naivety with the introduction of these female exclusive trains. It is understood that there is an idea of good nature to protect women from sexual harassment and the danger of pickpockets. But seriously, is this really the best solution for these issues?

From the Star

PETALING JAYA: KTM Bhd will introduce its first women-only coach for the commuter train service operating from Sentul to Port Klang today.

The railway said in a statement that the move would be implemented as statistics showed that 60% of KTM Komuter passengers were women.

It said the special coach would provide more comfort and security to women and protect them from “sexual harassment and jostling with male passengers.”

KTM said boys under the age of 12 were permitted to ride in the “women-only” coach with their female companions or relatives.

The railway said it was not mandatory for women passengers to use the coach but they were encouraged to use it.

Named “Ladies Only At All Times”, the coach is located in the middle among the three coaches of every commuter train. The coaches at the front and back are for all sexes.

A pink “women-only” coach sticker will be placed on the window, doorway and in the coach area to differentiate the coach from the rest.

Passengers at stations can identify the special coach via a pink banner at the platform and pole.

It is sexist. In an age where we are heralding equality and a changing perception of gender, this is a step back.

It is discriminatory to the male public who have to forfeit their limited time, amassed by the hectic KL lifestyle, to step aside for these exclusive pink coloured trains and wait for a mixed gender train because he lacks a vagina. The introduction of this gender discriminatory coaches undermine the perception of Malaysian men, as the world looks in and views the male population as criminal brutes and throbbing perverts.

Males not allowed in train

It is offensive to women too. That the perception that the females in the country need to be sheltered away from the masculine gaze as they are too weak to comprehend, or take action, against the ‘infatuated’ male who ‘cannot’ resist the temptations of the allure of the charms of a woman’s appearance. By introducing these trains, the status of women in the country are reduced to be seen as feeble, and helpless to resist the approaches of men.

The practicality comes as allowing woman to travel in comfort and safety. Its still a fresh idea, untested to any future occurrences to extreme and unexpected outcomes. What if sexual harassment rises on the female coaches? The concept would be left in ruin, and Malaysia, (Islamic authorities specifically) would be in stringent investigation on the hoard of lesbianism. These coaches would leave the women vulnerable, compacted in one location, if say there was an armed robbery. Have these situations been imagined or considered? It is unsound to demote these ideas as unconventional, it can happen.

As the world looks in at our Muslim majority nation, we strive to accommodate a modern, forward thinking image. But with these small occurrences, It is forgivable if a foreigner mistakes us as a Middle Eastern nation. Segregation of gender is a perception of the past, even if it is taken a ‘positive’ view, the modern world revolves around the notion of equality.

Has Malaysia Failed to Progress?

Tensions were put on the cutting table last Saturday at the Prince Philip Theatre at the University of Melbourne.

About 200 Malaysian students gathered, eager to voice and hear the opinions of their peers on a policy that is seen as discriminatory and exclusive to certain groups in Malaysia.

The inaugural Debate organised by the Malaysian Students Council of Australia (MASCA) was a unbounded platform to allow the different faces of Malaysia to express their feelings about the New Economic Policy (NEP).

The motion put forth was whether Malaysia has failed to progress since the inception of the policy.

A contested Issue

(Photo by Aqmal Anis)

Standing affirmative to the motion were Monash second year law students Sri Komathy and Julie Ngai,and Shamir Hameed who is a creative advertising student in RMIT. Taking the opposite front were Kelab UMNO Association Melbourne (KUAM) president Haerris Riani, Commerce student Nor Leanna Hannifah and Masters in International Relations student Ronald Li.

The affirmative argued that the inception of the NEP  has made Malaysia less competitive within the global stage. That it had restricted Malaysia’s full potential in the economy, education, and has failed to unite the different ethnicities in Malaysia. They argued that the policy had allegedly increased corruption in the country, where funds are inappropriately allocated to only a elitist group in Malaysia failing in its idea of balancing out inequalities in the economic pie.

The rigidity of thirty percent Bumiputera policy ‘closes’ the Malaysian market to foreign investment, and has spurred disunity because of its discriminatory tone in its policy. This has led many to leave Malaysia and find opportunities overseas.

The debators

(Photo by Aqmal Anis)

The negative argued that the NEP had had pushed Malaysia through progression that was not able to be imagined during the sixties. They argued that the policy had met to balance out the equity of increasing Bumiputera share of the economic pie from 2.4% to 20% over the last twenty years and has seen great economic growth within the country, evident by the establishment of local industries and infrastructure in the country. They acknowledge that the NEP was not a perfect policy, however had done enough to be a foundation for Malaysia to progress to do better in the future.

The floor was open for the audiences between each speaker to voice their opinion on each teams argument. Where many put forth their personal accounts being affected by the policy. Many of the students spoke out how the policy had made them feel discriminated in their country, and supported that the policy had stunted Malaysia’s from its full potential. Some, argued that it was needed in the sixties to allow for the Malays to catch up economically, however acknowledged that the policy had not entirely met its goals and needed revisions in the recent decade.

Throughout the debate, there was a evident contrast between each team’s angle of debate. Where the affirmative stood that the policy had ‘completely failed’ to address the needs of the citizens of Malaysia, whilst the negative argued that the policy had ‘progressed, however has not met its goals entirely.’ Both sides agreed that the NEP was an expired ideology, and needs reforms to address Malaysia’s current economic situation.

The audience participated in a poll before the debate and after, and the results had a surprising change at the end of the debate. Where the first poll a majority of 44.1 percent of the attendees agreed that the policy had failed with 29.9% disagreeing with the statement and 26% undecided.

The numbers flipped in the end where people agreed that the policy had not faltered completely with 40.2% standing at the NEP’s failure, but a jump to 43.9% supporting that the NEP brought progress, with 15% still undecided.

The debate was a good forum to allow the young generation of Malaysians to spur different angles of opinion on a sensitive issue. Having been its inaugural staging, it was a success to bring a certain sense of closure of what the larger community feel about the policy and united Malaysian’s to be open and critical of the issues that needed to be address in the progression of future successes for the country.

THE TITTY GHOST

Its late evening in the village, the sun is setting in the horizon and two children are gleefully playing around in the deep scrubs of their small fruit estate. As the sun retires for the day, the sound of the Adzan calls the religious for their nightly prayer. Seven year old Johari covers his eyes and starts counting.

“Don’t peek!” Shouts his four year old brother Ali, as he scuffles away through the banana trees to find a place to hide.

As he pushes aside the large leafy branches, he discovers an infallible spot behind a large rock within the dense banana plantation. Johari lifts his hands of his face.

“Alright, I’m coming to get you!” He shouts exuberantly.

He peers around the compound, in front of him is his aged wooden home, and he can see the silhouette of his parents prostrating in prayer. He ponders keenly ; “If I was fat and slow, where would I hide?” He examines their rumpled estate, full of shrubs, bushes, and fruit trees and decides to start near the slope where the mangosteen trees were planted.

Nightfall curtains the village, and Johari tirelessly searches underneath the stilts of the house, between every shrub and bush, and wanders blindly through the deep banana trees to find his brother.

Suddenly, a shriek of anger startles him.

“Johari! Ali! Don’t play around at night! There are spirits around, come back inside now!” Screams their mother worriedly.

The elder brother withdraws dejectedly in failing to find Ali, and shouts out loudly to his brother that he had won. Hearing his brother’s cries of relegation, he grins in triumph and pumps both his hands in the air signalling success. As he stands up, he notices a figure behind the banana tree in front of him.

He is not able to identify what it is, and his imaginations frightens him, influenced by the numerous ghostly tales his grandparents used to tell him. Ali nervously turns around and sprints back through the darkness, forcing aside the banana leaves that brush in his way.

He freezes.

The shock had jolted his senses to pause, the goosebumps and his terrified emotions overcome him as he urinates his torn pants.

In front of him stood a lady. Her black pupils peering deep at him with a wide eerie grin,portraying her exposed, abnormally  large bosoms and withered pale skin. She floats towards the child, and pulls apart her breasts sideways and engulfs him.

Ali was never seen again.

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Many of you in South East Asia may have heard similar variations of the anecdote above. Hantu tetek (crudely translated by myself as the Titty ghost), is a folklore told by parents to scare their children not to play when it gets dark. This supernatural apparition is described to have massive breasts that kidnaps and even kills children by engulfing them between their boobs.

Hantu Tetek seems to be more of a joke when you’re an adult, as being engulfed by massive breasts is seen as a extremely fun experience. But remembering this story as child, you would not dare play around when it gets dark, being fearful of being crushed to death.

(Death by boob? Sounds like an awesome way to die now)


The origins of Hantu Tetek has not been widely discussed, but many often attributed to its existence to be the Balinese witch Rangda:

The origins is based on Mahendratta, an ancient Javanese princess who married the Balinese Prince Udayana. The couple had a son name Erlangga in 1001AD. Mahendratta was exiled in the forest because of her witch craft activities, continuing to haunt Erlangga long after his father’s death. Now taking the identity of Rangda, the witch caused a plague to come down and almost detroy the Erlangga’s kingdom.





Muzika Musim Luruh @ Prince Bandroom

Its not hard to catch a great gig in Melbourne.

With its expansive music scene you can find the best crop of music here. St Kilda, with its abundance of bars and clubs around Fitzroy and Acland St,  is a great place to roam around if you want to catch some great live acts.

Hujan taking stage

The Prince Bandroom comes as a forefront, with the venue having showcased some of the best talents, boasting memorable shows, and a guranteed great time. Its stage having being graced by the likes of Jack Johnson, Coldplay, Scissor Sisters, and Lenny Kravitz to name a few.

Last Wednesday, Malaysian artists took over Prince’s stage, and showed Melbourne that there is great talent brewing from the South East Asian nation. The event, ‘Muzika Musim Luruh‘ translated as the Autumn Music Fest, brought the Malaysian community in Melbourne together, who were eager to get their oratory senses pleased.

The gig had a “Battle of the Bands” competition showcasing some fresh acoustic performances with acts like; Adi and Wani, Flu, Just So You Know, Yamud, and winning acoustic act Have you Seen Nelson.

The winning acoustic group played a snippet of The Presets “Don’t Hold Back” and left the audience confused when the vocalist picked up her phone throughout their set, which actually was a shock intro for their cover of Lady Gaga’s hit song “Telephone”.

Electro rock band Super Metronome took the best Vocalist award, impressing audiences and judges with their synth inspired sounds, but admitted that their intention was not to compete but just to perform. The other bands who blasted the amps that night were Punk rockers Last Minute who played covers of Blink 182 and Sum 41, and Hardcore rock band Hell storm who simply put, raised hell with their aggressive vocals.

Accompanying the stage were some established artists, with some of the acts jetting down under to perform at the three year old festival.

The crowd were left singing along with the sweet vocals of Liyana Fizi, who performed songs from her old band Estrella such as “Ternyata” and “Stay”, and the smooth sounds of Bo Bedroom Sanctuary who provided a great cover of Nirvana’s ‘Lithium”.

Bo (Real name Amir Iqram), expressed good feelings about performing Muzika Musim Luruh and being in Melbourne,

“I’m Loving it,” He said.

“Its (Muzika) a brilliant platform for independent artists to showcase their talent and to get some exposure…call me back here next year!”

Local Melbourne band Broken Scar pumped the audience up with their energetic punk rock and onstage guitar antics,and Hujan enthralled the audience inspiring the crowd to jump around and shout back memorised lyrics with their hit tracks “Pagi Yang Gelap” and “Aku Scandal”.

Hujan Vocalist Noh thought that Muzika Musim Luruh provided great exposure for Malaysian artists overseas.

“It is important especially for bands like us to get out from Malaysia to show our talent.” He said.

“We want to show Australians that Malaysians can also rock out with some modern flavour” said Hujan Guitarist Am.

The night was blessed with musical flavour, a mixture of fresh independent artists with popular Malaysian artists which gave a great blend of sound. But what spiced the sambal flavour of this music festival, was the old school bands that graced the function.

Kugiran Di Tepi Pantai brought some nostalgia to the stage, and played some surf inspired rock that had the essence of what your parents would be two-stepping to in the eighties. Whilst The Pilgrimz made the crowd groove and sway with their Ska punk rock, and both bands made the underlying statement that old bands will always be the defining cats of cool surpassing time.

Malaysian music may not be well known expansively throughout the globe, however, the night showed that there is some auditory artistry being flourished within the Malaysian community.

With Zee Avi and Malaysian born Che’nelle breaking into American markets, it proves that all it needs is a little exposure to create a successful following.

Musika Musim Luruh was such an event, and provided a platform for these acts to shine. For those individuals who can strum a guitar, or the bands who think they’re good for the public, sign up and perform for next year’s event.

Kudos to the event organizers for a successful and smooth running show.

Having massive talents leaving their mark on its stage, the Prince Bandroom had yet another gig showcasing some amazing music and entertaining another crowd. Melodiously warming up the chilly Melbourne Autumn weather, the acts proved that Malaysians are musically inclined, and know how to conjure up an entertaining show.

(Visit the shriekingmonkeys Youtube channel to catch some interview footage with the artists and the other performances/ some are still in the process of being uploaded, JOIN OUR FACEBOOK FAN PAGE for updates on the UPLOADS!) – uploading HD is a real bitch, the delays are regretted.

DONTOKSHEET

Senyum Kambing

The man grinning in the picture is Dato Ibrahim Ali.

He is a Malaysian politician and the president of the extreme right wing Malay Rights movement association ‘Pribumi Perkasa Negara‘, which translated is the ‘National Mighty Indigenous’ association. The establishment of the organisation was created in the principal of defending Indigenous rights, and establish a platform for Malays regardless of their political affiliation to discuss the issues faced with the social economic contract and Malay rights.

Recent assemblies have  included the discussion of issues such as regulating a proper method to tie a sarong, enacting an act for all Malays to wave a keris upon meeting a minority, upholding Malay identity with accordance of the  3R concept “Rogol, Rempit Rasuah“, and a debate from their youth subdivision about the topic “You can Drink and take Drugs, but Pork will burn your intestines.” (these activities, based on factless yet imaginative, calculated assumptions).

Ibrahim Ali appeared on Al Jazeera’s piece recently to voice the Malay perspective on the issue of minority discrimination in Malaysia with the current policies withstanding in Malaysian legislation:

“Don’t talk shit” was the most spirited, and valid response he could stutter. His dissatisfaction and intellectual reasoning in debate could be summarised in three fiery metaphorical words – not to splutter out faeces when your mouth opens. And yes, he said it three times, to clearly put in our minds (especially the minority population in Malaysia):

“Don’t fuck with Ibrahim Ali.”

We understand that in television editing, the producers or journalist would select the responses that would suit their story angle, usually picking a extreme conservative and extreme liberal view on the issue to meet with a centrist, and unbiased viewpoint on the issue. The fact that media organisations should act in high integrity in choosing the most definitive and comprehensive arguements, leaves me cramping in laughter flabbergasted that throughout the whole interview, and throughout the rapid fired stuttering: was the best response that they could flush out this guy?

In dedication, and in parody to his strong willed attitude, we here, give you all you need to hear from Ibrahim Ali: