Tommy Peters' Bicycles

A friend on my Facebook list asked if Malaysians are oblivious to geopolitical violence. She lives in Aleppo, Syria, where on the one hand, snipers and terror commandos are having a field day ratcheting their work beyond the nine thousand dead marks. Still, on the other hand, her dodgy internet provides enough buzz to flesh out some mind-numbing entertainment from my Malaysian page, where the vanity index of hip hop and everything else cool appears to be peaking amongst the females as well the males. She said in her zone of fear and strife the conceited self-ennobling index is becoming non-existent and less and less people are updating their pages and albums with egoistical poses coupled with the ubiquitous V sign between the eyes and that the most profound of eye-rollers encountered on my page was the difficult decision one woman had to make as to whether to wear her Islamic shawl with a hood or have it streamlined onto her scalp to go with her Malay dress of a specific color worn on ...

Preamble: The ‘luminaries’ not only vote our leaders and judges into power but also become our leaders and judges. In the glare of the twenty-first-century sun, 'belief' was thought to be rank infidel to science with 'superstition' its twin horror, but not for some. Even scholars and captains of industry succumb to a clutch of supernatural convictions that dribbles towards the realm of the absurd resulting in inquisitions and trials no different from those in the Dark Ages. Last week a prominent person in his field said he walked into his kitchen and found the maid squatting without her knickers over a pot of freshly cooked rice. Aghast at the thought that he and his family were about to consume the food, the scholarly man, in explaining his servant’s intention, offered a strange brew that differed little from the pious inquisitors of yore mumbling justice upon a hapless witch.  He said in squatting commando over the pot, the girl condenses steam ...

Preamble: Drown the whole thing with Bersih’s Premier Syrah Noir, and you will be all lubed up for a sprint to Dataran Merdeka on Saturday, April 28, 2012, for Bersih’s 3.0 ‘City Hall approved’ sit-down protest. The Cannibal Bersih, a premier Tel Aviv restaurant, is due to launch its first overseas outlet in KLCC, Kuala Lumpur, on April 25, 2012 - albeit surreptitiously by proxy - given the prevailing anti-Semitism fervour. S hareholders of the popular Israeli bistro thought it would be appropriate to guineapig, from both sides of the political fence, the veracity of a closed dogma awaiting to genie out in the face of multicultural Malaysia.  It  would be jarringly hilarious if ‘The Cannibal Bersih, Kuala Lumpur’, nestled as an anchor KLCC tenant, would live up to its name and serve human flesh.  Picture metropolitan Kuala Lumpur, the hotbed of the opposition’s People’s Coalition, where self-satisfied organ enthusiasts - ‘unknowingly’ dining on flanks, kidneys, and sl...