my absence from the blogging world

All this while I have been moaning like a scary creature in my own apartment. I did not even bother to turn on the lights and let myself succumb in the darkness of the night.

Am I emotionally distressed? Am I mentally upset?

Yes. Because lately I am physically tormented by my own sickness.

List of sickness:

FEVER
I have fever, but my body heat did not rise at all. Perhaps I am just too full of hotness, agree? The fever just made me became out of body balance and I became wobbly and dizzy. Everything seems to be shaking and moving. Oh, oh, oh, there goes the computer monitor spinning around the room. Suitable soundtrack: Alice in Wonderland.

BACKPAIN
Due to my extra active swimming, I am now having a continuous back pain. It even made me howl when it strike the splendid note just as I tried to sit up after lying down on the bed for hours. I really need to take care of my precious vertebrae if I still want to have my body functioning properly in future.

RASH
I have very itchy rash behind my neck just at the top part of my back, where I tried to put Dettol solution and traditional prickly heat talcum powder. It’s still there, creating a fugly collar on my back.

MOUTH ULCERS
This is the diva of all sickness that I have now. I have two huge blackholes at my tongue. It continues to send electric messages to my brain: “PAIN! PAIN! PAIN!”

Never fail to do so, at anytime of the day:

:: Whenever I eat and swallow soft food. Even eating strawberry flavored oats is like eating a bowl of rose thorns.

:: Whenever I drink plain water. It refuses to even to get intact with water, damn it!

:: Whenever it touches my row of teeth on the right side of the jaw.

:: And the best one is whenever I apply salt onto it. I will be shivering in pain. My opened jaws will get stiff, as I stand there by the sink, groaning.

Sometimes my brains get too much of the PAIN signal, I simply get headache. So just imagine when I eat, I have to tilt my head to the left, to avoid contact with the ulcers.

What’s this? What’s this?
Two ulcers in my lips!
What’s this? What’s this?
I can’t eat fish and chips!

Most of the sickness is due to the unbearable heat in Putrajaya as we fairies went there to watch the Floral Fest floats. Plus, I did not have enough sleep due to my eager to finish watching Sound of Music for the first time, at five. Yeah, who watches Sound of Music at five? I did.

At times I was desperate, I even took cough syrup even though I was not coughing. Perhaps there is anti-germ substance there, which might make my body stronger. The results? My throat became VERY dry. Regretful action. Well, how am I supposed to know that it would make my throat dry? It IS to cure throat what.

As I type this, all four sicknesses are still there, barely showing their bright colors. I really hope that I get better fast, but I am really not sure when I will.

dedicated to the initial "J"

Whenever she stepped her foot at the entrance of the building, people will notice her cuteness. It was so obvious that she got the beauty, until she got tired when people keep on complimenting the same thing on her, again and again.

The earlier times when I started knowing her, I see her as a person who did not talk much and kept a wise and serene look on her face. She was young, younger than many of us, and she entered the orchestra humbly as a new player in the junior team. To our delightful surprise, apparently she has experience in music and she was shifted to the senior team.

That was how I initially knew her.

As I got to know her better, I see that she is a very helpful friend. No matter how complicated it is to her, no matter that the sun is scorching hot. She will try her best getting out of her cosy apartment, ignite her car engine, and there she comes to drive us practically everywhere.

Sometimes her good intention was misunderstood, and have been taken advantage of. But she still tried to keep a good relationship with everyone, although sometimes she dreads herself doing so.

She is unique too. From her, I learned new experiences and interests. Who else had shown me a whole new genre of music from the land of the rising sun, but not her? Mika Nakashima and L’arl En Ciel are already in my audio collection, thanks to her.

But that is not the only way that she offered something from herself. She is a good listener, and she helped me to line up my messy academic schedule into a neat line. That is one thing that I really, really thankful of her.

Like other humans do, there are times when she will dive into a pitfall of sorrow and meaninglessness. But being an intelligent cute girl she is, she would seek refuge of peace back her hometown, faraway from the chaotic land.

She had gone through emotional obstacles, perhaps even harder than I could even imagine, and sometimes she felt like giving up; but more often than not, she will subconsciously endure and succeed the challenges in the end.

That explains who she is. Unaware of her amazing strength, she can actually fight everything in the end.

Like she said, people can’t possibly judge her easily. She is brilliant, strong, and creative inside. She is responsible, and she can always give a helping hand, if you appreciate her.

I love having her as a friend.

recap 2006, for a new 2007

Year 2007 had opened its wings, and the days passing by as January sets in.

In common, we would form our set of aims for the year. I have decided to share something slightly different here: the valuable lessons that I have learnt in 2006, as a guide for me, and perhaps for you too, in our lives, onwards.

LESSON A: TO BE WISER AND NOT TO BE PROVOKED

When somebody being snappy, or say bad things, or shout at me in anger, it may mean three different things:

:: that they care for me but could not express it in the appropriate way

:: that they have bad anger management and they had a bad day

:: that they simply want to drag me into their cranky mood

I have a choice of letting myself swept into stress, into fury, and even into tears. But I can also choose to be analytical while handling such situations. I can be the same level as them, or I can be wiser. There is no use to waste our energy being upset about it.

The better way is to get into the root cause of the person’s provocative actions.

If it’s really because of me, then I can learn from my mistakes and get the benefit of it. Who cares if the person is revealing my mistake which he or she is doing all the time? The main point is that I should learn not to do it and then I would improve myself. That way, who knows, I could even be better than the person who pointed that mistake that I did.

But if the person shouts at me just because they are simply bad tempered, I could just be calm because by responding badly would only make it a continuous cycle. There are more challenges to be dealt with in future, and by building up my communication skills; it would definitely be a useful tool for me in the future.

LESSON B: WHENEVER I FAIL, THERE IS ALWAYS A DOOR

I am always in the same static situation where I fail a lot of things in my life and get really down with it. I keep on complaining about it, and my dear friends had to go through it again and again. Poor them, haha.

Suddenly I realized that if I choose to see my failure in a different point of view, it’s an opening where I can have the chance to improve myself. It’s a challenge that some other people do not have the opportunity to take.

One very significant incident that I will appreciate forever is my intent to improve my skills in my trumpet performance.

It started when a dear friend initially cared for me and suggested me to take the Trinity 8th Grade for Trumpet.

It was a huge thing, something that I see as a very tough route to go in my life.

What I saw was that I do not even have a formal grade certificate at all in my trumpet skills. I see myself as nothing compared to those who really knows what music is. How could I even take a grade 8?

The situation got worse when I was not present to get tutored by my friend. His good intention was neglected by my approval, and I did not communicate.

As a result, my friend got frustrated and brought this matter to my other friends.

To cut it short, it went a bit ugly, and everyone got upset at the end.

Statements were said, saying that I did not give enough effort and was not disciplined in practicing for grade 8. My skills and determination were questioned.

It made me feel bad.

But as I see through it again, I can take these judgements as a guideline to remind me where I am at. However, if the statement is a bit offensive, I can choose not to have people justifications as a rule of my life.

I can have control in my life. I can set the pace, and if I am down towards failure, I still allow myself an open door to improve, or to try new methods of improving.

It’s never a dead end. Isn’t life wonderful?

LESSON C: THE IMPORTANCE OF TIME AND MONEY

Then and again I got myself into trouble because of my own fault.

First thing, I always get up late, and failed to fulfill my duty as a respectful creature of God. I did not do my morning prayers. Somehow, the whole day was not blessed and I will always get myself into trouble.

If I do not discipline myself to seek for the light and love of God, I could not even discipline myself to be punctual at all occasions.

I will be late for a hang out with my friends.

I will be late instead of being on time when I go to work.

I will be late for orchestra rehearsals.

Like what is said in the Koran;
In the nick of time, indeed humans are wasteful.

Unless they remind among themselves.

Unless they give and seek advice.

Second thing, regarding on my bad money management.

I have the tendency to finish of the whole pay slip that I got, or the allowance given by my father, just for a new pair of shoes, or a new mp3 player. It has always lead to problems where I do not have enough money even for a cup of tea. My friends get upset with this disorder that I have.

Hence, now I want to put a mental note to myself, whenever I get a large sum of money, I can spend only half the ammount of it for shopping, but the rest should be obligated to be put in the bank; as an option for the dry season. In that way, I can always still buy food whenever I technically do not receive money for the time being.

I really can take a deep breath now, full of satisfaction, after I realized that I have learnt a lot in 2006. I thank God for this wonderful life, and I thank Z for leading me to percieve the world in a different point of view. One small shift really made me see the world as a lovely place to live in.

I am happy, and I am content.

Mom always had this thing against my habit of looking up at other people's wealth and fame. Once I jokingly told her that I want to get married with a French girl (as if!!!) and she got annoyed with it.

She called me one day.

Mom: Not doing anything? I thought you are teaching trumpet to your student?

Blonde-Me: Today-lah, mak. I have already figured out the way to their house. Very huge you know.

Mom: Stop being amazed and talking big about you having a rich student.

Blonde-Me: (rolling eyes) Not only amazed, but I got scared. It's really, really huge.

Yes, the university post-graduate registration is already over and I am un-employed, except that I have my very first own private trumpet student. I should thank my friend for recommending my name, and I should buy him a cup of coffee as a treat.

How can I not be amazed by the house? Even the route to it was amazing enough.The exit from the highway lead to a winding road uphill, with wild greenery on the left and right. Colonial bungalows stood along with other newer ones, and my ten year old student lives with his mom on top of the hill.

It was a very massive mansion with intricately designed palace gates.

A huge pool was next to the house, and they have a pond in the center of the bungalow which could be seen from the entrance door. One fleet of stairs curved around the pond, and the whole house is nicely furnished with British and Asean fusion. Huge teak furniture can be seen everywhere inside the house.

My student's mom is an expatriate. They are British. The boy is so cute, and well-mannered. The mother should be proud of her son.

It went well, my very first private tutoring with a young trumpet player.

I look forward for things like this soon.

What a colorful life, I have.

a new watch for a new year

This one I take photo myself okay! Not from internet

I had this longing to have a new wristwatch since a few months ago. This disorder ended when I finally decided to go to MegaMall and survey the watches there for one last time (at least for a few years duration before looking for the next one, hik.)

Just like my Seiko watch, it's just me to look for a watch with these characteristics:

::small sized, to fit my wrist

::serious, sophisticated and smart

::made of steel, with steel wristband

::preferably Seiko and say NO to Swatch because they look stupid and ridiculously priced

::it doesn't need to be the famous model shown in the watch posters

As I was browsing through steel Casio watches, the guy at the counter can ask me:

“Yes? Looking for a watch? For your boyfriend?”

I did not reply nor did I look up at the guy. I just smiled and looked at the watches.

Awkward moment.

Do I look like a fairy to you???

The guy tried to patch it up, “For your girlfriend? For yourself?”

Haiyor.

But then I just thought to myself, why not do something else for a change. If I were to wear the same kind of thing again, might as well I just get my Seiko repaired and wait for three months for the spare parts to arrive from Japan.

Therefore, I decided to follow the opposite instead:

::it doesn't matter if it's huge, as long as it's nice

::fun, bright, and sporty

::made of something else, not steel

::yeah, and it could be a Swatch

::and it should the featured watch in the catalogue and everyone knows about it

I bought myself a candy orange, translucent, sporty, huge, plastic and rubber, Swatch watch.

One significant lesson that I learned though:

Never spend your whole pay slip for just one stuff and must save at least half of the amount of money for emergency.

Chai-see chai-see chai-see chai-see.

a tiny phase in life

Today, my friend decided to carry some of his furniture from his room in my apartment, into his car. He is going to shift them into the condo where he now stays with the special person in his life.

As I watched and talked casually with my dear friend, I contained the sorrow inside me. It’s like having a reminder; indirectly shown by my friend to me. It’s a message saying that sooner or later, we will have to be independent when it comes to finding a place for us to stay.

After the huge incident that happened at my workplace a day before that, there is a part of me seeing that everything is disappearing by bits and pieces.

My father who is the sole supporter of my finance stability is more than ready to set me free. I have done too much trouble, which destroyed my image at the office. And now I am witnessing the union in the nice apartment, which I am living in, is gradually breaking off.

What else do I have now, I thought.

If I could not withstand it anymore, I would have ride my bike, feel the wind, and cry.

But I chose not to shed a tear at all.

I came to a level where I am confused; I realize that my problems are a normal experience that people face in real life, but why when I face those problems, it felt like a hard impact upon me.

I was in limbo.

And then I met Z. When I shared every single story of me to him, with his precious help, my perspective began to change.

He said that I have handled the situation in the office with full dignity and responsibility. I should not beat myself anymore. It is now the time to communicate with all the staff, who did or did not witness the incident, with my best attitude and respect towards them.

As I analyzed through the office incident with Z, I came to a conclusion that I can choose not to take it personally. I should just remember not to be even slightly offensive. Just treat the students with a smile and do a professional approach when I am working. People will always bound to make mistakes in their working field, and the right way is just to correct it, and things will be fine.

Then we look into the case where the residence of my apartment which might or might not fall apart. The uncertainty is a natural law, and I should see it coming. There is always a solution of finding any other options of places to stay, and I can just take it easy. I had a good time in this apartment, but it’s okay if I have to move out one day. If it is really the case, I will just find another suitable place to move, and we start another happy beginning from there.

In case of finding another job, I will make plans to find all the addresses of suitable companies. I will have to write my application letter with my resume to different firms, and let time decide. Things will fall into place and be resolved with just a little bit of effort from my own part.

I thank you God, for this wonderful life.

When the earth rumbles,
Be prepared for it.
When the earth stops moving,
The soil will be rich,
And flowers will bloom again.

biting my lips

I am alone and fighting with my own hunger beyond purpose.

Today would be the day that I have the biggest blow ever when I work.

This morning, a lot of students came up to me and said that they have forgotten their username and password (that they themselves have created) for registration. I was a bit agitated by that and put on a slightly stern attitude.

Until there was this middle-aged guy, at the last row of computer, called me and asked for my assistance.

The conversation started by me mistaken that he wanted to register his subjects online (but actually he have already registered them). He only wanted to check his university email inbox.

But it went ugly when he started asking what’s my job and I joked to him, “I am working here to assist the students to register and to scold the students who lose their password.”

That ticked him off and he left and said that he will bring this matter up.

He went straight to the payment counter and approached one of the senior staff and complained about me. I went straight towards the senior staff and the man, because I wouldn’t want it to be settled behind my back.

I said that I was only joking and he bellowed at me at the top of his voice, telling that I was not joking, and he said that I was rude.

“You treat the students here like small kids. You do not know that even though I wear just plain clothes, but I am a university dean in Brunei. I know all the staff here; she, he, he and she, and I have been doing my research here for years. And this is the first time I see a rude university staff like you.”

With everybody else in the hall looking at the commotion, I made a peaceful straight face and said that I am sorry that I said something that made him feel offended. I kept on apologizing but he was still really furious at that time.

The senior staff (that the Brunei guy approached) told me off in a few words, and then the furious Brunei-an left the registration hall.

After a few minutes, suddenly I was called by my direct boss in her room.

And the Brunei guy was in the chair in front of her.

I was still keeping myself calm, after all, these few weeks have already witness my whole life experiencing being condemned by people, front, left and right.

The boss: Are you stressed out with work today? Can you tell me what happened?

Defense-less Me: I did not intend to offend our student here, it was really a joke.

The boss: You should know that your joke is inappropriate.

And the Brunei guy shouted at me again, this time in the main office. All the people at their desk can hear what’s going on.

“Do you know that the postgraduates here are not commoners? Your inexperience as a new employee is not an excuse for you to have no manners. It reflects on how you were being brought up by your parents. I have being handling students for years, and your stress is not a ticket for treating people badly by saying rude remarks.”

“What I am saying here is not to condemn you or the institution. Your attitude has tarnished the image of this university. I have even recommended two students from my country to do their studies here because of its good reputation, but I can’t believe that I wake up in peace this morning, but ended up pissed off by you today.”

I responded back to calm him down.

“I am really sorry if what I said to you just now is wrong, and I did not mean to offend you at all. I realize that the students who come here are big shots. This is totally my fault and it is not the university postgraduate department to be blamed. I would learn not to say the wrong thing, and I promise this would not happen again.”

He went off and left me to the decision of my boss.

My boss said to me.

“I am sad that a university graduate like you have lead to this kind of situation. First, you were always late and you were caught chatting online. Now, you do not know how to respond professionally to students, and they are our clients. Customers are always right. We will be doing a postmortem later and don’t be surprised if you are not counted in to be continued as a permanent staff here.”

I responded.

“I am totally sorry with what I have done. This week when you were not around, I am now the first to arrive at the registration hall. What happened today is a thing that I will learn to apply in my life, on how to communicate with the clients better. It might have been one small sentence that I said as a joke, but I should take extra care that I won’t be perceived as having no manners.”

“I have been treating the students very nicely and I have been really helpful all this while, but it’s my mistake that I said the wrong thing today which sparked the anger of the student just now. I should really take note that some things should never be said and done while attending the students.”

She said,

“Take this bad day as a way for you to try to improve yourself. We might think that what we say is actually nothing, but people have different views and you should now learn to be cautious before you say anything. Your tone is important too, and sometimes when you talk too fast, you will be seen as being offensive. That man just now could have decided to write a letter of complain to the dean, and that would really embarrass the whole institution, but he chose to give feedback here.”

I replied,

“In every cloud there’s a silver lining. I see this as a chance for me to learn more about the working life. Right now, all the staff here already witnessed what have happened, and that would push me to do better. I admit that I have a lot of flaws, due to myself who used to be a student, and now having trouble adapting to career life. I thank you for being straightforward to me and I will try my best to be a better employee. It’s not whether I am to be recommended to be a permanent staff that matters, but it’s about doing my best performance, right here, right now.”

And then after it ended, she even told me to address the senior staff here properly and respect them. Somebody in the working team must have been offended with me and told her about me.

Then she ordered me to go back to work as usual.

Due to my mindset to block all negativities and remain positive towards this incident, I was still smiling. I did not shed a tear, but I do realize that each and every staff have known about what happened to me. I am now the talk of the town.

In other words, I would say that I have really screwed up everything.

After lunch, it was a total shift of the tragic morning. I worked as usual, but without being snappy at all. The students were really comfortable with me, and they were raising their hands asking for my help.

One secondary school teacher praised me.

“I am tired of this university with the lecturers and staff thinking that the institution is the best in Malaysia, and can treat us like small kids. They should be more like you. You are very helpful handsome boy. What is your name?”

One young cute Chinese guy said to me this after I helped him.
“Thanks a lot. I really appreciate your help. My name is Kevin. What’s yours? Nice knowing a staff like you. Hope you will have a great weekend.”

I even got the chance to chat with a group of four Thai girls while assisting them. We had fun talking about the nice tomyam in Phuket, and the top singers in Bangkok.

I should be relieved after the nice afternoon passed.

I should be proud and revived when there are more students who praised me.

But why I still have this dread in me, trying to remind me that I have destroyed my own name and image here?

There is this inside of me telling me that I am already seen as a useless person in the office, and they wouldn’t want to continue hiring me.

And there is also another side of me, telling that I should stop stepping my foot in the university, once the registration is over.

I think have already written too long. As if people will read my entry until here.

But if you are still reading, don’t make this sad story happen to your life.

i thought i have heard a lot of things enough

After years of having precious close friends of the Chinese and Malay and even mixed race, I am always intrigued to read a lot of racial issues and to see what each race have in mind. My findings ranged from mild humorous jokes that tell real life, to rational explanation and description, and also even those which are full of rage and racism.

My friends warned me so as not to let it eat me inside, but the good side is that I could understand people better.

As I was surfing the net finding “interesting issues”, I came across this news article, posted on the 23rd November 2005, in Singapore.

A teenage boy in Singapore, just a day after his O-Level exams ended, was in trial as he was charged as being a “racist blogger”.

The judge had decided to put this Chinese boy to undergo a 24 months of supervised probation, as a punishment of posting biased entries which would provoke the Malay and Muslim community.

Instead of a jail sentence, the boy would have to attend counseling sessions to change the mindset that he dislikes the Malay race so much, and he will do a 180 hour community service in Malay welfare homes in Singapore to have more positive chance of interaction with the Malay community.

According to the boy’s lawyer, this is the best solution to the boy and the parents were happy with the court’s decision.

Wow. This is the first time I read something like this.

http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/180127/1/.html

bizzare.

I had the weirdest phone call ever.


Chinese-girl-sound-like-the-take-order-girl-in-“Dude, Where’s my Car”:
Hello? (Speaking in one weird Chinese dialect)

Blonde-Me-frowning-and-wondering-who-the-heck-is-this:
Hello? Yes?

Girl-now-sound-like-a-bimbo-from-Bangkok:
Hello? Yes, yes.. (mocking me)

Blonde-Me-annoyed-and-challenged:
Hello? I think you are dialing the wrong number

Girl-trying-to-make-fun-of-me:
Are you from Malaysia?

Blonde-Me-tired-of-this-thing:
Yes, I am from Malaysia. I think you dialed the wrong number.

Girl-still-not-stopping:
You Chinese or Malay?

Blonde-Me:
(Hot and annoyed already) I am Malay.

Stranger-girl:
Do you speak Malay?

Blonde-Me-trying-to-make-her-scared:
Who is this?

Stranger-girl-revealing-herself:
I am from Hong Kong. I just dialed your number.

Blonde-Me-interrogating:
Why you dial my number? I do not know you.

Stranger-girl-don’t-want-to-surrender:
Why? Cannot dial your number? What are you doing there?

Blonde-Me-want-the-weird-call-to-end:
I am working now. I am helping students to register in the university here.

Silly-girl-finally-give-up:
Wah so good ah. Okay, I call you later then.



This is WEIRD.

a little compliment made my day

A local Chinese lady doing her postgraduate studies here was assisted by me, and her husband was there accompanying her too. Apart of telling me that they work in the government sector, this is what her husband said to me.

Mr. Impressed: Your IT is good. Are you working in the IT department here?

Blonde Me: Oh, no, I am just a temporary worker here.

Mr. Impressed: Did you study computer? My friends study computer in UM.

Blonde Me: Yes, I am graduating in Computer Science under UM.

Mr. Impressed: Which high school were you from?

Blonde Me: I was in a boarding school in KL last time.

Mr. Impressed: Your English is good.

Blonde Me: Oh, I just prefer to speak English and furthermore I have a lot of Chinese friends.

Mr. Impressed: Oh no wonder. You’re local? You are a KL boy is it?

Blonde Me: (KL boy? So wrong. Sounds like toy boy.) Yes, I am local. (And gave my cheerful smile again).

I am proud of myself.

strawberry doughnut

Kick starting my bike that holiday morning, I hit the road towards the pool twenty minutes ride from my house.

I did not eat anything yet so I stopped by the petrol station nearby to get a piece of doughnut filled with strawberry jam.

As I munch and nibble through it, suddenly the gooey red jam inside started to reveal itself, in between the dough.

I slightly press the doughnut with my fingers.

The jam started to move, a few millimeters, inside and out the part where I chewed.

I pressed it again and again, and suddenly my wild imagination made me think that this doughnut is alive, and the middle part where the heart is, still pumping its blood of red, gooey juice.

Suddenly I got grossed out, thinking that I am eating a doughnut, alive.

daisies for christmas

This year’s Christmas eve, I went to my friend’s house nearby my university as he invited friends to come over for dinner. I shared with two friends to buy a small bouquet of orange daisies as a present to the host.

We had tuna macaroni with fruits and raisins, and spagetti bolognaise.

Last Friday I went to the mosque in the city for the Friday mass prayer. The cleric gave his speech on how he is sad that some Moslem youngsters went to celebrate Christmas, which is said as against the religion.

I object this kind of idea, because perhaps most of those young people were just having a dinner and just want to be with their Christians friends. It’s not that they go and sing together to praise Jesus or do any kind of ritual thing.

If such a harmless thing like going to meet friends for a gathering is seen as so dangerous, then we should abstain ourselves from going to our friends’ wedding, just because they have a different belief. Heck, we shouldn’t even go and pay respect during people’s funeral.

My belief as a Moslem to the only one God would not be affected. I am still in faith to God. It’s a gift given from Him to me, I should highly be grateful to something that is not given to many people. I am still me. Having a family of friends from different races or faith is not going to change the core in me.

irritated

There is this palace in Putrajaya which is a replica of the palace in Morroco. The whole design is nice and I like knowing that there’s another beautiful architecture exists in our country.

Some people say that it is a so-called sad thing to apply other people’s heritage in our country and be proud of it. I personally do not give a damn as long as it’s nice.

If having a nice thing is so bad when it’s other people’s culture, then perhaps having the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra doing world class performance is a bad thing. Perhaps we would just listen to traditional songs and ban all the pop culture here.

Perhaps we shouldn’t wear t-shirt and jeans and claim that we look nice in it. We should just wear baju Melayu and cheongsams everyday then.

Perhaps we should burn all the fast food restaurants and don’t allow fine dining.

Because it’s not our heritage at the first place.

There are a lot of unfair things which happen in our country but by having the inclination of criticizing each and everything is a bad habit. Perhaps we could blame the unfair situation itself for causing this psycological disease but I guess it’s up to our will to see which things are totally wrong or unfair, which things are acceptable, and which things are good.

Bluntly saying that every single thing in the country is bad is totally idiotic.