One Night I Redeemed My Conscientiousness Back

Above all, I appreciate consciousness of action. I appreciate actions that are taken for the goodness of humanity and not of sheer selfishness. Each of every single one of your actions should come hand in hand with the crucial element of consciousness and conscientiousness.

I believe that it is the work of beliefs to do that. A work of something in the greater order than the human unreserved naivety and animal instincts.

We are no longer the animals we were. We have the strong history of civilisation which will improve our actions far better than the shallow, instinctive and immoderate behaviours.

Some of us even have the extra favour by owning a religion for moderation of behaviours.

But I believe that religions have became too ritualistic for that purpose. There is no more strong understanding of religion anymore. What is left around here are just the rituals which nobody even care what they ought to mean.

Nobody takes the tedious task of understanding the consciousness of action, albeit them being the centre of development of many religions.

The rituals of religion somehow overshadow the importance of having conscientiousness. Followers have immediately feel satisfied and fulfilled just by these rituals without them delving much further than that. They will have sheer satisfaction, feeling the godfulness and holier-than-thou-ness without them even trying hard enough to go beyond ritualistic understanding.

If this persists, morality will take over religion in no time. Morality has no God in its name. Morality has no power from above to oversee the adherence to religious conscientiousness. In fact, morality has no specified rituals to follow leaving people in fragile state and possibly in continuous improvement.

I really want to call the way some of us treating religion as secularisation of religion. A very harsh way of describing these people who want religions to be more ritualistic than what they already are.

Weddings, freaking weddings!

I hate weddings. I hate Malay weddings to be exact, or Chinese weddings or Indian weddings. I spent most of my adult life planning a civil marriage followed by a simple romantic reception in the island of Bali.

I didn’t even intend to sit on the freaking red pillow and shake hand and say things on the paper. I can’t even picture myself saying the short phrase and blindly sign the outdated, freakishly weird prenuptial agreements like most Muslims in Malaysia.

Who on earth thinks that the prenuptial agreements signed are not weird and chauvinistic? They are seriously made by men and just for men!

“Jika kamu meninggalkan isteri kamu selama tiga bulan tanpa nafkah, maka jatuhlah talak”

Then he leaves his wife for three months and on the last day he gives her RM10. Then the wife will say “Fuck! This bastard is still here and I am his loser wife”. The husband will say, “Look! Here’s the prenup. I gave you nafkah and technically you are still mine…”.

Not that I say men will do that. But still there are losers somewhere will do exactly that and just get away with it. And I blame it on the the prenups which are outdated by 1405 years.

And I also hate the fact that these people spend thousands on wedding. All on loan! You spend like that’s the end of your life, what would you do after that? Eat your expensive lace from your hantaran?

Talking about hantaran. They are also weird. You give them shoes, don’t you think they already have shoes in the first place? And the cakes! Aren’t they bought from the nearest Secret Recipe? And the sirih ‘f’ junjung. Help me my God.

Can I revolutionize weddings? Can we unanimously say that the only tradition we have is to change tradition?

And I seriously don’t want to go to the Kursus Kahwin and hear all “lawak lucah versi Islamik”.

God! Please!