the Constituition we swear upon.

How far does freedom of speech allow us to actually break out of this concrete shell??


Article 10

Main article: Article 10 of the Constitution of Malaysia


Article 10 (1) guarantees the freedom of speech, the right to assemble peacefully and the right to form associations to every Malaysian citizen. However, Parliament may by law impose restrictions on these rights in the interest of the security of the Federation, friendly relations with other countries, public order, morality; and restrictions designed to protect the privileges of Parliament, to provide against contempt of court, defamation, or incitement to any offence.

Article 10 is a key provision of Part II of the Constitution, and has been regarded as "of paramount importance" by the judicial community in Malaysia. However, it has been argued that the rights of Part II, in particular Article 10, "have been so heavily qualified by other parts of the Constitution, for example, Part XI in relation to special and emergency powers, and the permanent state of emergency that has existed since 1969, that much of [the Constitution's] high principles are lost."[5]

Article 10 (4) states that Parliament may pass law prohibiting the questioning of any matter, right, status, position, privilege, sovereignty or prerogative established or protected by the provisions of Part III, article 152, 153 or 181 of the constitution.

Several acts of law regulate the freedoms granted by Article 10, such as the Official Secrets Act, which makes it a crime to disseminate information classified as an official secret.

The Sedition Act 1948 makes it an offence to engage in acts with a "seditious tendency", including but not limited to the spoken word and publications; conviction may result in a sentence of a fine up to RM5,000, three years in jail, or both.

The Public Order (Preservation) Ordinance 1958 allows the Police to declare certain areas "restricted", and to regulate processions or meetings of five persons or more. The maximum sentence for the violation of a restricted area order is imprisonment of 10 years and whipping.[6]

Other laws curtailing the freedoms of Article 10 are the Police Act 1967, which criminalises the gathering of three or more people in a public place without a licence, and the Printing Presses and Publications Act 1984, which grants the Home Affairs Minister "absolute discretion" in the granting and revoking of publishing permits, and also makes it a criminal offense to possess a printing press without a licence.[7]

The Sedition Act in particular has been widely commented upon by jurists for the bounds it places on freedom of speech. Justice Raja Azlan Shah (later the Yang di-Pertuan Agong) once said:


“ The right to free speech ceases at the point where it comes within the mischief of the Sedition Act.[8]


[well, we love being special, and this is such special freedom of speech...that it nearly contradicts the soul of a human right!!!]

COME HOME

Wrote this over a year ago.... Actually I wanted it copyrighted or something first. But, well.... here it goes
[for you SND]

COME HOME –aletha Kavindra-

G

Sitting by the seaside

Cadd7

Waiting for you

G

Facing the blue sky

Cadd7

Where are you ?

G Cadd7

I know you’ll come home soon

Em

But this absence of you

Dsus4/F#

Is killing me.

G

Looking for the white star

Cadd7

That we’d gaze and see

Em7 Dsus4

together

G

Wishing upon a shooting star

Cm7

So I don’t have to be

Dsus4 Em7

Here without you

G

Sweet love come home

Cadd7

I need you right now

Em7 Dsus4

The most

G

Your arms to hold me up

Em7 Dsus4

from this wretched storm

Your words to keep my

Head up high

Your dear smile

I need so much when cry

Please don’t make me sing this song

again

G

Sweet love come home

First Day of School for the Very last time

5th of January 2009.....definitely a very memorable day in school.

After a long November08 and a very short holiday in December, January 4th came too soon. I slept after 1am every night almost for a month and woke up late, typical...and the plan was, sleep by eleven on 4th Jan. Hah!
Calls after calls came in ...messages ringing in. I felt bad to switch off the phone either, so i muted it....but the mild anxiousness was nearly eating me. Finally i think i slept around 1 am again....on the 5th of Jan.

Yeap my birthday.

Arrived at school at 6.50 am, and went to unlock the PR, but weng kit was there already, and he did it a 2 seconds before i got to the door. I entered, and smiled at all my favourite faces in school.... wishes came in,one after another for their beloved LHP .... i was touched that almost all the 64 of them knew what a special day it was for me....

Unfortunately, duty calls. After a short breifing from my boss, Alex the HP, i left to the assembly grounds. Set up the place for assmebly with the help of the dear form 5 prefects. Then i went to check the flags and the flag poles,haha...the ropes were missing... GREAT!
so from 710 till 723 am i was hunting all over the school for any rope from the store or something.... (thank u karthik, zhi hui n daryl for helping me treasure hunting...)
Imagine, first day of school, and we couldn't raise the national and school flag. SIGH

Then, as done umpteenth times before, I started the year's first assmebly. :)
FOR ONCE>>>> everyone was really silent...

And so the day went on...
offence line.
chassed off the latest genration of rowdies from the canteen along with saravanan, rebecca and farah...
normal assembly post mortem with the deputies, jybeh, weng kit and PQ
and not forgetting.... with mr alex, my BOSS!

had MUET, CHEM , MATH...and PA!!!!!!!
was called out of class a few times[when can they not..]


Classes were fine..my class, got the biggest classroom and the most haunted classroom withing the whole ACS grounds...

School ended late though....because PA was our last period...and i guess AE is gonna be going late every Monday.

Waited in the PR for my lil bro...he came out late...around 150pm
but i joined D, wengz, muntz and yoon keat for lunch.
and tarik harga there a bit... lol... poor weng kit took it seriously. sorry lorr... but thank you for caring.... appreciate you trying to butter me up !
heehehheh

and finally, i got home about 210 pm....
and left for Maths TTN right after that...and got stuck in that "migrain-giving" jam.
sigh.....

the day was great anyway....
thanks my darling prefects for the cheerz
thank u 6AE for the Song...

love ya all!
~da LHP who gave stern commands to a groundful of people on the her birthday~

2009!

Well, look how fast time flew. For some weird reason, 2008 felt really short. My mum said its because I'm getting older...literally, I AM GETTING OLD! Today we start a new year. For some, a new venture. For many, more days ahead. and maybe, just maybe, a second chance for something.

I had 43 Text messages wishing me, unfortunately, only about 5 were really personal ones. I made the decison to reply each and everyone of them(i hope i dint miss anyone)with something from "me". LOL.

A few have replied to this reply. But people, what happened to the personal touch anyway? I mean, just choose a forwarding and "SEND TO MANY"? OKOK i shall not be a fuss sport, cause i still am very grateful for all those nice words(i get more on New Years Day then on my Birthday...which is in 4 Days time xD )

2009...what is out for me in this year... the most prominent item of the year would be, STPM!
My high school cert examinations... and , proudly(or maybe sadly) it is the 2nd toughest EXAM IN THE WORLD. well , I give the honours to all my friends, family and blog followers, to remind me of that!!! I want those 5 As.

Next, I wanna be single and free for 2009. Yeap.... go a little wild too. :)

well... I hope the global economic crisis will reside ASAP.
Hope it rains a little less from 4 to 8 in the evenings in Ipoh.
Wish the poor kids all over the world get food and education and shelter.
And mostly, hope everybody keeps believing and having hope in whatever goodness the world has to offer.

I may not be blogging much often anymore either(its obvious from the gradual decrease in activity in blogger and.......my XANGA is "poof", gone....)
But friends, catch me in facebook... it will always be nice to hear from anyone, once in awhile...

Happy 2009, everybody!

yours truly,
b~A~k

the Dance of Gods

Life has its ways

Of making us see things beyond itself

As the hands moves

The eyes follow

And where the eyes chase

The mind pursues

what the mind sees

The abhinaya is provoked

Hence

The rasa is born

To a realm

Of life

And immortality

In his ancient art of

Bharathanatyam...

Aum Namasivaya

Right Through

Its been long since I wrote my blogs...Writer's block I guess.
Well, today, its not gonna be any poem or "philosophical" views....it just going to be one of those from the bottom of the heart ones.

What do you do when you are deceived?

Spilled so much of your thoughts and feelings to someone to just find out, you were heading no where?

Told things to the wrong person?

Mislead to a wrong impression of somebody trying to be something else....?

I just have to write it here....no where else or no one else would understand.
Let me just make it a reminder to myself, go slow, trust you heart, follow your instincts....they know you best, just like how you answer those MCQ questions.

I'll continue another day....

Threshold

Threshold,a ball, a gown, a prince,
life's little hold on me;
dreams born,taking me out of misery,
but this is much bigger a drudgery,
beware, be strong,
it might just be a fantasy,
for how real it could have been,
or how beautiful all of it mean,
it was just a fairy-tale,
doomed to reign,
in a vulnerable heart,
in a lost soul,
losing whats hope in the hunt for false hope...

Little by little, she is swept away,
into those dreams,where
its difficult to say
what is real,
not accepted here or anywhere,
why should she be in this too-real-a-world,
for that little fairy-tale simply
makes her a darn happy girl.

Look,
look at her,
look at me,
this misery of loneliness,
being away.........

That last glance they had,
the first kiss they shared,
Are now , mere memories,

Of a pierced heart,
a broken soul,

All she loves is him,
the angel with that
bright smile,
which gave her courage,
his warm touch,
that comforts all pain,
and those eyes....
with so much loving grace.


~aletha kavindra~