yes, your president, Adila-Mike Nasir just only now knew of the unitary executive theory.

*head desk*

Clicky

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1. during torts ii : “the girl at the back there? are you in london?”
2. during land i : “what the hell are you smiling to yourself for?” that lecturer later actually became our dean. the highest respect to her.
3. during mooting : crappy, crappy submission. lead counsel’s phone rang halfway through, bellowing the enchanting voice that is miss lady azira’s herself, embarrassing us to no ends and winning the first ever contempt of court. 
4. during february 2007. muse came into town. adila has no money and used her tuition fees to buy 8 tickets, resold it later at an exorbitant price *cough*tickettouting*cough*, made a huge load of money and repaid her tuition fees. 
5. going to a war crimes conference. tried to meet a prospective buyer in the lunch hall (before lunch), HE FUCKING BROKE A PLATE *cough*hisnameisnaeem*cough*. omg embarrassment. 
6. during the war crimes conference : skipped the conference and went to lunch early, met a crazy conspiracy theorist dude who explained his theory that the US economy is going down, which is pretty reasonable, but also that bush is a lizard, which is downright nonsensical, but hey, i’m not taking any chances. 
7. during english speaking classes : i was not prepared for a speech, and randomly chose the topic “what happened yesterday”, reenacting said lunch with conspiracy theorist dude, and the bush is a lizard theory, which i later learnt he directly took from david icke, that other crazy dude. 
8. went to the muse concert. fucking bought 2 backstage passes and sold one, naturally at a super exorbitant price. got in, took a picture with guitars, saw muse on stage, fucking screamed, got kicked out. wandering nomads all over the stadium afterwards. if this is losing your gig virginity for the first time, i doubt anyone does it better (or worse, depending on how you see it) than me. 
9. fucking ditched Criminal Law and rode a fucking van to the airport, on “random” tuesday randomly thinking they will be flying that day. fucking van broke. arghh mindfuck. 1 hour stuck. 
10. fucking wasted 8 hours in airport, when suddenly the magical thing happen. hyperventilates. arghh total unsophistication. the only pictures i believe where i am genuinely happy, and unposed. 
11. during research proposal : i wanted to write on male rights, something which i passionately believe in. what i didn’t count on was that my two best friends would stick right by me (even though obviously the topic suits neither of them *cough*feminist-and-child-lover*cough*). worst fiasco ever, trying to find a diplomatic solution to male rights and feminism and children, and somehow found ourself going towards male custody rights (!) which is basically a crappy, crappy, crappy topic as far as i am concerned. the good news is everybody was angry at everybody already so the final solution was to disband the research team and start over. 

i could have used any of these arguments as total valid reasons should i flunk out of law school. i have two crazy colleagues whom it would be downright offensive for them, for me not to call them my best friends. yet i managed to survive. and with not bad results.

o thank you, Lord Almighty.

the reason we need to stand in front of the US embassy to get action is because we don’t have direct diplomatic negotiations with regards to israel, yes?

This is the perfect time to be generous.

Get your parents to give you $12 000, and do the same.

Gift Tax Exclusion

i’ve come to realise that 2006-2008 is basically the years I spend plotting for 2009.

but come 2009, do I really know what I am about to do?

1. intern with the international criminal court
2. have sex renew vow of celibacy
3. elope visit Spain
4. video-cd myself pretend i’m awesome
5. stalk abang matt in europe
6. write more letters (yay!)
7. continue studying

i completely need saving, don’t i?

This is the original post which got me started on this blog.

Our Vision

Centrism is not defined by compromise or moderation, it is considerate of them. It’s about achieving common sense solutions that fit the current needs; support the public trust; serve the common good; and consideration of short and long term needs.

The Need for A Centrist Party

Let us be honest here. We are a struggling economy. We are not an isolated economy. Potential fall of the US economy will most likely mean death for ourselves too.

Well, have you ever heard that political gridlock is bad for struggling economies? At almost 50/50 government-opposition power distribution at the policy-making level, we are in danger of extreme political polarization.

Who wants to talk seriously of health care issues, long term budget and economic policies and weigh the total pros and cons when each party is forced to stand at one end of the political line and stick to it?

Both parties are preoccupied by political warfare. At this point, legislative leaders on both sides rarely even pretend to favor working together to solve important problems. In fact, I suspect they are determined not to solve problems, at least not to solve them until the next election comes along, and so they can win with the same issues. None of these parties will now benefit from solving problems.

Also, by keeping issues alive, the parties can differentiate their ideology, raise money, fire up their core constituencies, and conduct media battles. To our national shame, solving problems isn’t the real political goal.

Who is still neutrally debating on the basic issues of pro-oil hike vs subsidization?

The centrists. That’s who. While we might be seen as the lowest of the low, the nonchalant people who are obstinately refusing to take sides, we know that we are standing at the only position true to ourselves.

And that is to debate. We are born to be in the policy-making system. Centrists will continue to debate proven policies, and continue to experiment on weird weird weird policies, but we will ensure you, minimal tax will be used, and while we will be weird, we will surely be progressive.

Why you will make money out of us

Because Adila-Mike, your Prime Minister, is a minimalist. If you give me my dose of Muse CDs and allow me to marry my abang spain, I promise I will live in a hut and be happy forever and not use any of your tax money. This is genius policy at its best =p.

I also promise to spend 1% of your tax money on the weirdest investments. Silver, electric cars, basically weird weird things. Your tax will unfortunately have to increase by 1%, but in the off chance that one of our investments make it huge, I promise the money will still be channeled to you 100%, as long as I still have my abang spain and my hut.

I will question every single spending in the country. The wisdom of using soap for example. Do you know if nobody uses soap, nobody would smell like shit and we would save 9 billion Malaysian Ringgit?

No? That’s because I made the 9 billion up, but the former is completely true, I swear.

My Cabinet

I will enforce discrimination in the cabinet at its worst. Only centrists will be even considered. Which basically means nobody will have any idea on what the country’s policies will be about until we leave the room - because even us centrists would not know anything yet.

Like I said, we will be weird. Sometimes we will come to a deadlock. But we will be progressive. We will not waste fund finding the Big Foot, but we will create a private charity-organization trust fund to communicate with aliens. And I promise, not a cent from tax money.

Ah, priority for ministerial position will of course be given to INTPs and INTJs.

What about the oil issue?

Pfft, I can’t believe we never thought about this. Stop exporting the oils. 1% of your tax money I will invest on electric cars.

I will announce to the world that Malaysia, is out of oil, while making it obvious that we do, and that we are just hiding our oil. This will mean that our currency will not be affected, people will not think we are a struggling economy, and people will continue to invest in us.

While we of course, cleverly hide our oils.

Instead of RM 600 to support your oil expenses, I will buy a bicycle for each and every Malaysian. We will organize group bike-surfing every week.

At the end of 2010, we will still have oils which will have quadrupled in price (well maybe, if not, I’m still banking on the electric car investment). We will be the hottest, tonest, flattest-abs-having country in the world, not to mention richest!

Screw 2020, 2010 is the new date.

And it is at that point which I will pass a new law allowing every single Malaysian women in the country to have their very own abang Spain.

Yes, I am absolutely awesome