1Malaysia ke??

Now, this has been something I have ALWAYS thought about. I've always wanted to write it out, but never find the time (read: too much game playing) to write. But here I am, writing it while watching 1996's The First Wives Club.

So what I wanna talk about, is on 1Malaysia. Yep, lame topic. But, hear me out. I'm not gonna talk about what it means, as defined by the PM. No no. It's more on what I feel about it. So, what is 1Malaysia? To me, it means unity. It means that all of the people in our country, no matter what race you are, unite as Malaysian, not as Malays, Chinese, Indian and etc. But what others around me might define it, is as fairness and equality. So, am I wrong, or are they?

Whenever these people want equality, they always say, "Oh... So much for 1Malaysia.. but still not fair and not equal.. Government will always go on Malays side" Come on, grow up. It's 1Malaysia, not =Malaysia (that reads 'EqualMalaysia') 1Malaysia is about unity. I don't read that much of news, but even I know that. And unity isn't equality. Unity, is when people unite, living together as one. Hence the 1 in 1Malaysia.

All the time, when I walk in supermarkets, I see demonstrations on various products. And sometimes, I feel really irritated when I hear, the speaker's speaking Chinese. Now don't get me wrong. I'm not even the least racist. I love being in a multiracial country. But being in this kind of environment? Not working it out for me. Why must those speakers talk in a language that only their people would understand? Sure, some of the other people in a different race might speak the language, but that doesn't apply to the majority. What? Their target market are just their own races? They want to only sell kitchen items to their people? Isn't that a bit stupid marketing?

That doesn't even stop there. I'm a sucker for part-time jobs. I use to surf around the web to look for jobs. But know what upsets me the most? When I read the job specifications, it will always be specified into ONE particular race. For example:
-Must know how to promote -Must be attractive -Very aggressive -Must have transport -Female Chinese only WTF?? It's like, none of all the other qualities mean anything, unless your the race they wanted. Where's the 1Malaysia in that? Again, I'm saying, I'm not close to being racist, but are they trying to make me one? I get it. I get all the ethnocentrism. We think that our race is more superior than the others. I get that people wanna help their own race. I really do get it. But c'mon now. Grow up. Racism is the last thing you would want if you wanna develop. So what if somebody out there, is reaaaallly good. And just out of ego, that you want people from the same race, you find ONLY from those that is yours. What's that? Whatever happen to great people having great things?

If I were to mention this out loud, then I'm sure lots of people would come out, saying that Malaysia itself is always making the Malays the better one. Apparently, we always get better things. Well, firstly, the country is called MALAYsia, formerly known as Tanah Melayu. Hmm... I wonder why they call it that... Look, I'm bad in History. I tend to forget them. I don't remember what is in the agreement when Tunku Abdul Rahman went to England. But I do know that he went with a couple of other people from other race, because people have been saying that over and over again. Don't ask why the agreement sided the Malays, because I haven't been born at that time. But what I do know, is what's done is done. Get over it. You can't change the constitution unless you have Delorean.

Get this car. You can go back to the future. Try it.

This Malay vs other races, just because they feel the Malays are getting more, has so got to end. These are the deals made even before they were born. The hatred is just being instilled in all of us by our ancestors, and only God knows why they even do that. Fine. They wanna feel that the Malays are only successful right now just because of the advantages we have. Fine. Because personally I also feel that sometimes. But then again, the other races are also superior. Some are even more successful. So what's with the grudges?

And the Malays has their mistakes as well. They tend to make people hate them as well. With all the ego, superiority, hatred, and so much more. They feel that, since they have lots of advantages, they could live free, easy and in their comfort zone. Why not these Malays, even with all the advantages, show to other people that they can get things on their own, even without help from the government? And even if they do get help, why not they show their gratitude by performing well? This, not even I could get. Malays tend to take things very lightly and I think that this might be also the reason other think lowly of this race.

Look, we've been living this way for the past 53 years. Why suddenly make a hassle? We know better than to let history repeat itself. Get over it people. We're just Malaysians. Deal with it. Say no to racism!

Sweet.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

HAPPY 23RD BIRTHDAY, MY DEAREST FAIDHI...
IT'S BEEN ALMOST 9 LONG YEARS SINCE WE'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER...
AND WE'RE STILL HOLDING STRONG...

Series of Unfortunate Events

It was 22nd November 2010. It was like any other Monday. Only this particular Monday, I decided to take Faidhi with me back to my hometown. Nothing unusual about that, nonetheless. He's been to my home a couple of times. And I thought this time, it would be just like all the other times. But when the fact is that, it wasn't. This trip, this time, was a little bit different.

Now, to say that what happened to us that day is similar to Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events, means that I am exaggerating (although I do love the idea of exaggeration). But it doesn't mean it isn't bad. Because it was. Trust me. I almost died. Well, not literally.

So here's how it started off. Normal stuffs. I was already at his place, so we moved from there. We packed our stuff, and started moving at around 12.30pm. And since he was the guy, so I thought it's only normal that he take the wheel, although the car was mine. So we took a stop at Shah Alam first, since I needed to take some stuffs. So then we really took off at around 2pm.

So again, things were just normal. Everything was great, actually. Conversations over conversations. It was only around 100km left to reach home. It was all good.. until we hit into something...


This was the thing we collided into. The freaking traffic cone. And no, the girl was not there. The accident didn't happen because Faidhi saw a girl in the middle of the road, picking up a book, but really, she meant to show her ass. No. It wasn't. Unless if it was, then Faidhi, I am going to kill you.

You might think it's actually stupid to run over a cone, and nothing would happen even if you did. Because I was always curious to think how it would be like to run over it. Cos, it's just plastic, right? Well, then, here's the answer to the question: It ain't pretty. After we (a.k.a. Faidhi) ran over the cone, he kinda drag the thing together with the car, resulting a massive 'pain' to my bumper. (read: the car's bumper, pervs) We stopped at the side of the road to check on it. And the lower part of the bumper literally broke. The clips at the sides can't hold the bumper. The bumper didn't drop though, thank God.

No words could express my anger at that time. IT WAS MY CAR, and SOMEBODY ELSE BROKE IT! Boyfriend or not, I was furious. I went back into the car, and switched on my aircond, only to find out that when I did, strange annoying noises were coming out of it. And that's when I snapped. We moved on our journey after that, but then it became tensed. I got upset, and threw a fit. Who wouldn't be when you're angry, and the aircond can't work without jamming the car. So, yada yada yada. That was it. I became calm again after we stopped at the R&R. I drived after that.

Now, there would always be a strike three in everything. But in our case, Faidhi calls it a 3-series. Yep, he thinks that by being jinx, he could gain a Beemer. At our exit, a few metres before, I was getting ready to look for my Touch 'n' Go, only to find that it was missing. I asked Faidhi since he was the last person to use. We end up driving to the side, and trying to look for it. So since its 'our day', obviously we couldn't find it. I just drove to the toll, and told the girl that we lost our card. And she said the penalty was RM69.30. Shocked, so I asked for forgiveness. Haha. Forgiveness. What a word to use. Anyyyyyway, we didn't pay the penalty. Only the fare from the last exit.

So that was it. Our series of unfortunate events. We eventually got home, but got to the workshop first to check on the aircond before facing my parents. Being the mastermind of lies that I was, I created a story to my parents, saying that the accident happened because of the aircond suddenly became annoying and at the same time increasing the car's RPM, therefore, reducing the car's power, which made Faidhi lost control of the car and hit the cone. Ain't that clever for somebody who knows nothing about cars?

Case of the Ex

(Faidhi's gonna be sooooooo mad when he reads this...)

So I'm at home. Going through news feeds at Facebook. Then I saw some profiles of the people I've had 'history' with. Two of them, to be exact. One, I had recent crush with, which now I could assume already has a girlfriend. Opposite of me, that girlfriend of his. So I could tell why he didn't really wanted me back then. :P Gone through his pictures and all, and that was it. All that is in my mind, was that, "Okay. He's got someone now." No biggie though.

Then, saw this other person. At first, it was just fine. As the same thing happened as the previous, where I just viewed his profile and all. But then, after I watched Bruno Mars' Grenade video, I realised how they had the same features. So like it or not, at that point of time, old memories were triggered. I started realising that I actually miss the guy, not as a partner, since I already have my life by my side. But I was missing his company with me. As my friend.

So there. I miss my ex. I miss him terribly. I miss his presence. But that's just about it.

Intro to blogging BLO 101

DUSH!!!!!! FIRST POST!!!! :) YAY!!!!!!!!!






Hello guys out there :) This is my first time writing in a blog,thanks to my LOVE-APPLE for creating this blog. Happy EID-ADHA to you(syg),ur family,my family,ayah n ibu yg tgh syok kt amsterdam,nevertheless all muslims, hope you are avin' good times out there.
Huh ,ape ek nk cite? Pasal aku dgn fina slalu borak2,we talk about almost everything,from bende sebesar2 alam hinggalah ke bende2 micro yg sebesar zarah@atom@lebey kurang Nano x10^-9.
pergh,light jap (WL-pemberi idea(huhu)) p/s:fina,kamu dh stop yer? :p huhu
Terrrrrringattt psl mlm tadik,..kepale dh bingai,tkley tido last2 gi layan bola syaitan (snuker la tu) kt 15.adela org tu kene SENDUK..Nasib aku tk ajak roslan main,kalau tk ,roslan pun kene senduk gak :)(hehe-confident mcm gunung MERAPI)

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Padel,n Fayyadh,Tengku,Fared (Moga Sukses Selalu@ MSS) heh,tk dilupekan SAWi..


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