This one Ah So said what had been written in the internet (her particulars) and what's provided to her by the petugas SPR is not the same, come on la its only wrong 'saluran' mistake lah and she tried to create some drama there bcoz of that?. Aku nak bahasakan nanti dikata kurang ajar la pulak.
Satu lagi story pasal 'extreme' voter ni , as shared by my 'Cikgu' . This happened at the place where he casted his vote. This one Apek suddenly shout "ink hilang, SPR tipu" , then this 'Cikgu' replied "kalau ink hilang, u pergi undi sekali lagi lah" . This apek then answered "kita tak tipu,kerajaan selalu tipu sama kita.." , and 'Cikgu' quickly answered "bila kerajaan tipu sama lu ? " . This apek tersenyap tak boleh jawab. The 'Cikgu' continue "yang saya tau pegi beli barang hardware mesti kena tipu, pergi beli ikan mesti kena tipu, pegi Balakong lagi banyak kena tipu". Hahaha...right on his face .
Ok back to this petugas SPR story before I melalut even more . Cuba baca dan hayati luahan hati di bawah ni.
Yesterday morning (on 5th May 2013, my husband and I woke up at 4.30 a.m. At 5.00 a.m. we carried our sleeping baby to make out way to an elections center. Officially, we are part of the people that are responsible in ensuring that the Petugas SPRM are fed. Indirectly, we help with the elections in ensuring that these people do their job properly.
By 5.30 a.m. we arrived, with my sleeping baby on tow to help with preparing breakfast. The Petugas were already there. They greeted us very courteously and very friendly.
At 8.00 a.m. we delivered breakfast to the rooms and the camps. These people were entertaining a few hundred early voters as polite, as courteously and as friendly as possible. What they got were jeers and called 'bodoh punya kera-bn...buat kerja lambat' from more than a few voters. At one time, one of the Petugas had to say, 'maaf, encik...kami hanya jalankan tugas.' They were sweating and trying to work as fast as possible. Even me, a lowly person delivering breakfast can see that.
When I got to the rooms, some voters stopped me to take the food away. I told them (a little hot under the collar because of what I just witnessed) tersely that these are only for Petugas. One of them, very loudly commented, 'Oh...orang yang kerjanya duduk sepanjang hari dapat makan. Kita yang beratur tengah panas ni, tak dapat apa-apa.' They failed to realize that the Petugas SPRM had to stay put from 5.00 a.m. till whatever time that the voting is done before they can go home while the voters only had to stand in line for an hour and then they can go back to whatever they want to do.
By lunch delivery, most of them did not even touch their breakfast due to the in-flux of people coming in. By tea (my last delivery) they still haven't touch their food. Only the drinks and the fruits were touched because they were so busy.
Our team were running around from cooking, packing and delivering and had to have my daughter take second place to the work because we want to make sure that our contribution to this elections were done the best possible. The Petugas did their very best to ensure that everyone can have their say in how they want the country to be...be it 'Ini Kali Lah' or 'Lain Kali Lah.'
What saddens me is this: No matter how much these people are trying to do their job, someone will always call them names. Is SPRM perfect? No, but they spent months training these people we meet today to be as good as they can to help you have your say. Even though my function is indirect...I am proud to work alongside these 'kera-bn' as so many people seem to like calling them.
How perfect have you been? You, who calls people corrupt but probably be shooting blanks and have affairs from time to time? You, who claimed that so-and-so bribed people but once signed cheques worth RM200K just to make sure you get a project? Or you, who smuggled your Indonesian maid illegally just so that you can escape the fee set by both governments with the excuse that you can't afford it? Like pot calling the kettle black? None of us are perfect. But it's good to do our best to see the good in people than just close our eyes to any goodness just because we don't like what they represent (or think they represent)
Remember, these people have families and someone out there love them. To those people that has called them names, I want to ask you, how would you feel if someone calls your daughter/son/grandchildren names because they are frustrated with your loved ones' boss or company? Still can't imagine? Then I sincerely hope one day you will feel how it is to be called names over something you are completely powerless over.
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