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Sunday, August 31, 2008

Why I Love Malaysia?

The week following to our 51st Merdeka Day Independence, I heard radio DJs dish this question out a lot, either to themselves or to the listeners. The reason they came up with are all pretty lame. They love Malaysia for the 'friendly conversation' they have at mamak stalls "ANEE! TEH CANAI TARIK SATU!" And going to a Malay shop saying "Hi kak!" and to a chinese shop going "Yo apek"? Sheesh seriously, the reasons people come up with.

So, take away all these 'friendly conversations' and add up all the rude bastards spitting on the streets and you don't love Malaysia anymore? So Malaysia is unique because we have ice cream and gelato flavors from all over the world, we are multi-racial and our shopping malls are bigger than our airports.

Seriously.

Are we that superficial?

Ask an Afghan why he loves his country, it would not be because they are oil-rich or because they have finally been rid of the Taliban. Who cares if they are living in a warzone and risk getting killed any minute of the day, yet these people still love their country. This is the kind of patriotism that everyone should embrace.

Therefore, to answer my own question: Why do I love Malaysia? I love Malaysia unconditionally. There is no specific reason why I should love my country. It is enough that I was born here, that this country gave me citizenship amd rights. Even if you threaten me with a wok's ass (or confiscate my mykad with said wok's ass) I will still love my country. You could say my love is filial, like how you should love parents just because they are your parents.

It's simple and uncomplicated. I love Malaysia simply because I was born here and Malaysia is my home, regardless of how hot it gets and how much I want to migrate to a cooler country, in the end I'll have my body buried in Malaysian soil anyway. I'm not trying to push my belief onto others, but this is what I believe is right. Political strife and injustice happens everywhere, regardless of which country you're in. If you can name me ten countries where people are happier than we are, I can name you ten more who are the opposite. So stop comparing. Sure, we still have a ways to go as a country, but growth is good right? We as the new generation should step up to the plate and rise to the challenge.

After all, isn't it about time we get off our computer-chair bum and do something for this country?

Happy 51st Merdeka Day fellow countrypeople!

~Perpaduan Teras Kejayaan~

Ta'ra!

Friday, August 1, 2008

Confessional

Here are my ten confessions for your amusement. Please enjoy.

1. I am addicted to yaoi. I like them mostly for the fanservice.
2. I was a fan of Sailormoon then, and I am still now.
3. I am not racist. But I believe people are allowed to have favorites. It just happens they are not mine.
4. My Little Pony is still one of my favorite cartoons. I've been thinking that the next time I'm in Singapore I will go to Toys'R'Us and buy a VCD.
5. I think all Naruto fans are retarded. Sorry.
6. I just started my Japanese class and I find our sensei more interesting than the class itself. My intention coming to class is to just see her.
7. I am a pretty misguided person. I won't say I support gay marriages but I think that when two adults commit to each other, it's nobody else's business.
8. I think everyone who says "I wish I was back in high school" needs to seriously get a life. Okay, what I really think is "you suck".
9. In highschool, I put up with people I don't like because I was afraid of being alone and without friends. Now that I think back, I never needed them in the first place anyway.
10. I hate people just because they have buck teeth, a big nose, or wear tacky clothes. I dont care if they are kind or generous or have a really great personality. I am a prejudice, so who cares if we become friends or not.

There. I started my first Japanese class today and was 15 minutes late too thanks to our over enthusiastic lecturer. I was panting and out of breath when I finally got to class. Sheesh.

Watashiwa-san and Nadja went back to Norway. Now there's nobody to go porn hunting together and induce me to spend hundreds of ringgit on instant gratification. And the taxis just won't stop for me at KLCC anymore. T_T. I'll come visit soon!

Owari!