Monday, August 29, 2005
Happy Birthday Malaysia
Ahheemmm!!! On your feet and sing our Negaraku
Tanah Tumpahnya Darahku
Bersatu dan Maju
A big Thank You to all those who made this independence day possible.
Posted at 8/29/2005 7:18:47 pm by snogmyfist
Friday, August 19, 2005
I was told my hometown setting on friendster made me a bit of a show off.
Hometown: KUL, CGK, AMS, PEN, ZAG, SIN, SJJ
Well hang on a sec, I don't really know what to write as my hometown?
should it be KL? I've hardly lived there. Sure I was born there, but does that make it my hometown, I think not, rather its my place of birth.
My teenage years, my formative years was spent in Holland and Croatia. My early years were spent in Indonesia.
KUL I was born there and for the first five years of my life I stayed there. But I can vaguely remember those five years and apart from that, I've really hardly lived there. On and off again for about a year or so.
CGK Jakarta, was where I first started schooling, I made my first few friends there, my first childhood memories were made there. It was my childhood spent there.
AMS the netherlands was where I grew up in terms of association, it left an impact on me.
PEN I was in boarding school in Penang, for barely 2 years that left an impact on me, the friends I made.
ZAG I know Zagreb the town and city like the back of my hand, I know all the good places to get a cup of coffee, the good hang out joints, these were my teenage years, I've had my closest friends and a life there filled with fond momories in Zagreb, If anything this would be the closest thing to a hometown.
Is a hometown where my parents, family are? Well... My Dad's in Sarajevo. My mom is joining him soon.
Is it where I go back to? I go back to where my parents are.
Would then Subang be my hometown?
Well, I've hardly lived there. 3 years in total and thats on and off. I don't have many memories there, I don't have many friends there. I don't know my way around there too. I got lost there last time I was back.
So I am stuffed with this one. I can't really say where is MY hometown?
The dictionary defines it as
n : the town (or city) where you grew up or where you have your principal residence.
What if I don't have a principle residence? What if I never really grew up in one place?
If I put all these cities in which I did grow up I'm a bit of a show off.
Honestly I can't answer that question, where is my hometown? People ask and for simplicity sake I say subang jaya, when by definition it shouldn't be considered as one
But really what I wouldn't give just to stay one place, one town or city to live all my childhood, to grow up in just one place. Perhaps then I won't be labeled a show off, perhaps then I can with strong conviction honestly say to people that subang is my hometown.
Posted at 8/19/2005 6:58:25 pm by snogmyfist
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
When I went back this last sem break, met a bunch of old school mates.
Over a cup of uber sweet teh tarik and roti pratha/cannai we came to chit chat and catched up on the on goings of our lives.
My friend is going back home (not malaysia) at the end of the year.
Something that he said got me thinking, As a foriegner, he has noted that malaysian life and society is one of the most racist he's ever come across. Eventhough he's talking in absolutes when its a relative matter, I think its something to reflect on. He asked me to look around the mamak stall, there were no diverse malaysian groupings, people seemed to be segregated amongst the races. People sat on tables which were overwhelmingly one race. Malays with malays, chinese with chinese, that sort.
Now one of the definitions of racism in the dictionary is that noun: Discrimination or prejudice based on race.
What can be more described as that which I was seeing? There's nothing to stop races from sharing a moment together over a cup of teh tarik? right? People were just practising prejudiced and discriminatory behaviour out of choice! Music, art and other subject matters and orientation should bring these people together as they can chat over subject matter, alas what brings people together is race. How sad.
Now I am putting my foot in my mouth, this is not an absolute, but it is certainly overwhelmingly the case. There are people who have racially diverse friends, You just hardly or never see them.
My country Malaysia, I can proudly say has one of the most diverse populations in the world, a shame to let that diversity go to waste. Shame on us Malaysians, its uber nasty behaviour.
Posted at 8/10/2005 5:55:56 pm by snogmyfist
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
-SnowwybeaR- | Monday, July 11, 2005
Nobody is worth your tears, and the one
who is won't make you cry.
am i right? hehehe...peaceeee...:D
A testimonial not by me, but to someone who matters.
Posted at 8/9/2005 6:33:15 pm by snogmyfist
Monday, August 08, 2005
Ideas, questions, circumstances, situations, where do they end? A mind is a troubled thing.
Posted at 8/8/2005 2:29:05 am by snogmyfist
Thursday, June 09, 2005
What it means to be a Malaysian
You Know You're Malaysian When....
You complain about the quality of the pirated DVD you just purchased. "What, RM10 for DVD5?! Aiyah, boss ... sound no good, cheaperlah ..."
You're willing to consume sambal petai and durian and gladly suffer the bloating and wind-breaking incidents.
You're exceedingly polite to the Mat Sallehs but you slag your own kind. "Hello, sir. Why don't you sit here, it’s got the best view of the city skyline." But, "Aunty-ah, your table is over there next to the kitchen."
You order Maggi goreng and fried chicken, complain about how oily the food is, and then proceed to finish it anyway.
You love to talk about food. You're already thinking about what to have for dinner while eating lunch. "I'm stuffed. What shall we have for dinner?"
You dive into a communal-style meal the moment the dish lands on the table only to hesitate at the last morsel of food on the serving dish. There are two possible explanations for this: the first is the pai seh (embarrassed) factor, while the other is the myth that the person who eats the last piece will be a spinster.
You hit the accelerator the moment the first drop of rain hits your windshield. "Alamak, it's going to rain. Sure traffic jam one. I'd better drive faster."
You seize the opportunity to make a U-turn anywhere ... especially where there is a sign telling you not to. Well, so long as the cops aren't in sight.
You feel a burning desire to send text messages and even have the gall to give your friend a blow-by-blow account of the movie to your friend on the handphone — during the screening of the movie. "Okay, now that girl Lizzie is impersonating an Italian singer; she so doesn’t look Italian ..."
You forsake your loved ones for the all-important four letter-word: S-A-L-E. "Sorry, mum, I can't take you to Aunt Mary’s because I have to go to MidValley before the crowd." You’re also more than happy to be part of the insane traffic jam that forms around malls during weekends and sale periods.
11. Reality shows Akademi Fantasia and Malaysian Idol dictate your social life. "What, no TV at the mamak? Count me out — I'm staying home. Rinie needs my support."
You pepper every sentence with lah. "No-lah, I can't see you today-lah. I have to study-lah. You know-lah, the prison warden aka mak is watching me like a hawk"
You fail to function normally without your daily dose of teh tarik and nasi lemak.
You have owned at least one Proton in your lifetime. Cheap, cheap. That is until you start to make enough dough to buy that Honda you've been salivating over.
You slow down at an accident site to take down the car number plate, but won't step out of your car to help — the victim could be a robber!
You'd rather park your car along the main road outside the mall, where there's a yellow line, rather than pay RM1 to park inside where there are adequate bays.
You plead, bat your eyelids and relate a sob story to the officer at the town council office to let you off the hook (or reduce the amount considerably) for the fine you incurred when you parked your car on the double line.
You make an appointment for 10am and conveniently show up a half hour late — Malaysian time, what ...
You pop open the wet tissue packet at the Chinese restaurant by squeezing the trapped air to the top of the packet before proceeding to smash your fist into it. The louder the pop the better.
You greet your friend / neighbor / acquaintance on the street with "How are things?" or "Have you eaten?" or better yet, by stating the obvious: "Went to market ah?"
Ramlee burger is the "piece de resistance" of your growing-up-years cuisine.
You catch all major televised events at the mamak.
You have roughly six meals a day (breakfast, mid-morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and supper). Then there's the snacking — keropok ikan, pisang goreng, muruku, jam tarts and the like.
You get the whole family dressed to the nines, jump into the car and head for the minister's open house — and ask for styrofoam boxes and plastic bags to tar pau food.
Your accent and language style vary according to the race of the person you are conversing with.
You've got a friendly disposition. Smiles are abundant and your "Apa khabar?" is warm and sincere.
You exclaim loudly how expensive everything is, even though the items may in fact be going for a steal. "Wah! So expensive, ah? Hak sei ngor (Scare me to death)!"
You dig deep into your pockets to contribute to the latest appeal for donations in the newspapers.
You "dis" our country all the time, but as soon as something good happens (like winning the Thomas Cup), you morph into a proud Malaysian.
You never travel abroad without a bottle of chilli sauce, or sachets which you can sneak into restaurants.
You're proud to be Malaysian - and you pass these jokes on to all your Malaysian friends!
Posted at 6/9/2005 2:16:45 am by snogmyfist
Monday, June 06, 2005
"The lovely multiethnic, multicultural Malaysia that is our pride and joy is simply crumbling because, and I have heard some people openly say it, there are people who would like to make it mono-ethnic, monocultural and mono-religious. That’s not the Malaysia I grew up in, not the Malaysia I want my children to live in. Not the Malaysia I love." - Marina Mahathir
I wonder who Marina is refering to as openly saying and promoting a homogenous monocultural Malaysia? How very boring, Diversity IMHO is a very good thing.
Posted at 6/6/2005 1:12:51 pm by snogmyfist
Thursday, June 02, 2005
" A COLLEGE OF CHARCTER, A MARK OF EXCELLENCE " taken from the official website of MRSM MUAR
Is this a joke? a mark of excellence? "charcter"??? what the hell is that?
Posted at 6/2/2005 4:47:02 am by snogmyfist
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
At the library, at one of those study cubicles. Melissa Razak at the cubicle on the right, both of us trying to get some work done. 3 Annoying girls behind me chatting away about something or another......
Posted at 5/18/2005 6:20:08 pm by snogmyfist
Friday, May 13, 2005
Today is May 13th 2005.
Let us pay tribute to those who have lost their lives today during the 1969 racial riots in Malaysia.
The following excerpts was taken from an article by Loren S. Ryter (ST701831@BROWNVM.BROWN.EDU)
It is hard to imagine that just over two decades ago the streets of Kuala Lumpur ran red with blood. Agonized cries of "Malai si!" (Death to the Malays!) and "Hutang darah dibayar darah!" (Blood debts will be repaid with blood!) shouted by Chinese paraders were only the prelude to the violence that erupted four days later following the release of the 1969 general election results. On the evening of May 13th, thousands of Malays who had purportedly assembled for a victory rally began attacking passing Chinese on motor scooters and in cars, and before long, patches of the city were engulfed in flames. Using any available weapons, the initial attacks escalated into widespread rioting, looting, and killing. In the ensuing confusion, rumors of heroic figures who were skilled in the Malay martial art of silat and were possessed of magic powers such as the ability to fly and invulnerability to bullets and knives spread wildly and encouraged continued violence. Mosque loudspeakers which normally would broadcast the call to prayer were exhorting the faithful to continue the struggle
For over twenty years now, these "sensitive issues" have been tightly bottled up with no hint of release. On the surface, in the official media, Malaysia is a harmonious country characterized by three diverse ethnic groups, each with its own religious and cultural traditions. RTM (Radio Television Malaysia) regularly broadcasts cheerful children from all three races, usually wearing their own traditional dress, singing the national anthem, Negaraku (My Country), or another similarly patriotic song. Underneath this thin veneer of harmony, however, lurks a tension which can be seen in the people's eyes, if not heard in their voices. The collective memory of 13 May 1969 is strong enough among those who lived through it that this tension is bearable if it prevents chaos. Yet it is imperative that this volatile tension be addressed, not suppressed.
Remember them, the hundereds "officially" dead. Reflect on the 2 years when parliament was disbanded, the chaos people had to endure. RTM! RAKAN SETIA ANDA!
Posted at 5/13/2005 11:29:10 pm by snogmyfist