Letter to Voters

Dear voters,

Though I have the locus standi to stand as an election candidate and to be a Member of Parliament since I have not lost my right to become one according to the law as stated in Article 48 of the Federal Constitution (With my basics in Financial Accounting 2, I am sure that I will not have any problem in submitting my Statement of Expenses for the election in which I am standing in as an election candidate within 33 days after the announcement of the election result. Praise God), it is with principle and honesty that I sincerely decline to stand as a candidate for P195 Bandar Kuching constituency or P196 Stampin constituency in this coming 12th General Elections and the other elections to come.

Firstly, I do not have any election manifesto unlike all my worthy opponents. I do not have the conscience to promise voter heaven and earth or promises I know that I am unable to fulfill.

If given the mandate by the people, I cannot promise that I will do my utmost best because to me, quality is a subjective issue. My best may not be good enough for some people. Besides that, if I do make any promises to the people during my election campaign, it is my strategy that I would not fulfill all my promises within the first 2 years of my term as a Member of Parliament because if I do so, people may forget my contributions by the next general election. Therefore, I would rather fulfill my promises within 5 years. But as age is catching up with me, I might forget my promises by the 4th year of my term as a Member of Parliament. Being an "I-who-do-no-wrong" person, I will not put the blame on my inefficiency or my irresponsibility for not being able to fulfill my promises. Instead, I will put the blame on our honourable Prime Minister for dissolving the Parliament so soon.

I know that I am unable to resolve the security issue because I am not as brave as Sultan Alauddin Riayat Syah (1477-1488) of Malacca who posed as plain-clothed police to nabbed robbers. In addition, our worthy Barisan Nasional (BN) candidate for P195 Bandar Kuching parliamentary seat for this 12th General Election, Mr Sim Yaw Yen, has mentioned that problems cannot be resolved by just speaking out in Parliament. It takes the conscientious efforts of a responsible Member of Parliament to work within the BN Government to make all these happen. As such, if what Mr Sim said is right, I will not be able to resolve all these problems since I am not standing on a BN ticket.

The fear of castigation has prevented me from speaking out the issues that are close to my heart. I am not that self-sacrificing. I am afraid to be detained under the Internal Security Act or Official Secrets Act. I am not willing to be suspended from Parliament without pay for speaking out against something deemed as offensive.

I am scared to loose due to the spirit of "kiasuism" that is inside me. I am afraid to be condemned for my weaknesses (and my monthly menstrual flow). I am afraid of being scorned and abused in the sanctum of the Legislative Hall.

I do not have a proven track record. Furthermore, I do not have the dedication, patience, tolerance and the heart to serve all the 53,216 voters in the Bandar Kuching constituency or the 57,257 voters in the Stampin constituency for the next five years or so.

Therefore, I humbly appeal for an opportunity not to serve Bandar Kuching or Stampin.

Thank you.

Yours sincerely,

KJ

(a registered voter in P196 Stampin constituency)

And I wonder who the culprit is???

My mum bought a shirt for me from Phuket last year. I have not worn it yet as I thought of using it during CNY as a casual wear (of course not on the 1st day!!!). So the shirt was always in my cupboard. Last Thursday, as I was trying on my 1st day outfit, I discovered that the shirt was missing. I took every stack of clothing out from the cupboard and ransacked every pile but alas, I could not find it. I informed my mum immediately about my missing shirt and together, we ransacked my cupboard once more. Still, I could not find my shirt. Who could have taken my shirt??

The next day, my mum asked the part-time cleaner (thereafter referred to as “The Train”- a nickname given to the cleaner by my sis and I. Ok, I know that I’m mean…) if she had seen my shirt and as usual, “The Train” blatantly denied it saying that I was the one who arranged my clothes in the cupboard. So my mum told her a “brilliant” story that my shirt is a brand new shirt that has been “blessed” by the temple medium in Thailand. Thus, any unauthorised persons having my shirt would be very unlucky because the shirt is not meant for them. (My mum is SO creative!)

On Saturday, 26/1/2008, I left the house at 8am to have breakfast with my dad before heading to college (at Kuching Eye Hill Road) for YEC’s first Coffee Chat session. By the time I got home, it was already 1:45pm and “The Train” had left. I went straight to my room, opened my cupboard, and lo and behold, my shirt was there (in the stack of my “going-out” shirts)!

And I wonder why it wasn’t there on last Thursday and Friday???

PS: “The Train” has 5 split unit air-cons in her intermediate single story terrace house and her husband drives a Toyota Camry.

Oh, my beloved shirt! Where did thy go last week???