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1Malaysia domino effect

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Everyone's talking about 1Malaysia, whether if it's successful or not. I don't care much, because unity is not something that can be done in a short span of time. Neither can it be massively changed by the government, because it all starts from within. Look at the US. Hundreds of years of racism before it has been subdued such that they could accept a Black president. even by then, there are still traces of racism there. Look at Malaysia, a baby country in terms of Independence. We might still be young, and fortunately, we're not like in the olden US where we purportly beat the other races just because we can't see eye to eye. Oh well, that happened once many years ago, but not much of it currently.

And stop singing praises for the rubbish Singapore. Even their own nationals are complaining about foreigners. Singaporeans can't stand foreigners who outperform them in almost every aspect. Yeah, the country who accept the "best of the best" because those who had become citizens had children who can't even perform well. Hence they kept "importing" because their education system is a failure. But oh well, what can I say when Malaysia's education system is always "sub-par". And some thoughts came into my mind. Malaysia kept exporting workforce to Singapore, so does it mean our education system is better? Haha, I know it may not be true, but slowly ponder over it before chanting the "Singapore is always better" just because you can't do well in Malaysia. Everything has its pros and cons, hence everyone has their own preference, and because you had a certain preference doesn't mean you had to impose it on others.

The problem is, racism is not something to hide about. Unity can only happen when there is acceptance. We must accept that we are different. To accept and understand our differences, so that we could tolerate each other. That's because racism does not stem from skin color alone. We can have the same skin color, but the language we speak, the culture we practice are still entirely different at times. There's no point saying that we are color-blind or poking our eyes so that we are ridiculously blind and loving each other. If looked from different perspective, our children are not color-blind, it's because they are going through the same growing process and have the same "culture". As they grow older, they live through different culture and they grew out of the unity they had during childhood. What we do not know, we had always fear. I remember the times when different friends have different views of other religions, learnt from their parents, that Muslims pray to the walls, the Christians pray to a tormenting tool and consume symbolism of blood and flesh, and the Buddhists or Taoists pray to spirits living in a statue. You see how ridiculous and scary this can sometimes get when you don't understand each other's faith and culture?

And I liked the quote from my friend, not sure if it was his inspiration or quote from somewhere, but it goes like this:
 'Have you ever wondered why a nun can be covered from head to toe and she’s respected for devoting herself to God, but when a Muslim woman covers,she’s viewed as “oppressed” ? Or why a Jew can grow a beard and he’sjust practising his faith, and when a Muslim does that, he’s an "extremist"?

It's all in the state of mind. I'm not advocating for the practice of a single culture. That would cause lots of bloodshed at least, in the short run. And we might even end up like the Indonesians, looking so modern and united, but irrational in thoughts at some time. Protesting is not the way out if you had no other solutions apart from "Kill" or "Step down". Just like how the Indonesians perceive our country as unstable and undemocratic, with puny students refusing to voice out opinions, we perceive them as hooligans and a violent country, with some series of misfortune of natural disaster. Yeah, no thanks to the mass media. For me, I'm being fair and just. Foreigners, including Indonesians, are a risk of source of Tuberculosis. TB cases was almost nil with our medical system until the need for foreign workers brings in the need for foreign TB. And also the syndicated foreign beggars especially from China, but that will be another post by itself. But I'm not saying it's all the foreigner's fault, or everyone of them brings the disease, it's the system's fault for failure to screen for TB properly.

That being said, 1Malaysia spirit can only be achieved when there is a single common goal. It had been that way for as long as history had foretold. Countless nations had risen from it, and so did Malaysia. For Malaysia, it was the Independence back then, but now that it's long over, perhaps we'll need a new common goal, be it economical or political. At least, that is what I see in Singapore. They are united more by an economical objective as you see them chasing each other's tail in the rat race. I once disliked our PM when he introduced the National Service when it all seem like a money-making opportunity (plus the space-tourism gimmick, and frequent purchase of 2nd hand military equipment at exorbitant prices), but since becoming our PM, he seem to have a better vision of where Malaysia should head to. Whether it succeed or fail, only time will tell. And so does the 1Malaysia plan. At least it wasn't a religious front with intensive bribery behind closed doors, being 2 contrasting views.


And I'd rather hope that 1Malasyia plan succeed than fail. :)










When Sorry is Always The Best Thing to Do

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"I'm sorry."

That were the only words I could utter.


I cheated on her far too many times, hitting on her friends, I left her, I scolded my dear. And every time, she was mad at me.


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All I did was to embrace her, give her a peck on the forehead, and apologize.And all is forgiven.


"What??!!! That's all, you jerk?" I guess that's what you'll say.

But the problem is, I have to apologize for something I did not do. It all happened in her dreams/ nightmare. You see, some emotions continued from dreams into reality. And you wouldn't want it to linger around for a long time. So, an apology is sufficient.


I'm sorry. Sorry for being such a jerk in your dream. I can't help it, but I apologize for all my mistakes. *Sigh*


Wish the 'me' in her dreams would start behaving nicely.
Or I'll need to talk to that 'me'.


But for now, I guess sorry is always the best cure. :P


Ipoh Trip

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Phew, finally, a trip up north to Ipoh! Spent the whole yesterday for the belated Valentine wish card, better late than never. :P 

Thought of making a 3-D card, which ended up as a 3D-abstract god knows what model, I think. Oh well, it's thoughts that count. It's thoughts that count... n_n"

 
 Harlow!

So, came to Ipoh around 10am today, on a smooth journey. My Proton Persona (aka Gloria, named by my dear) had rather good controls and acceleration. First time having this car out of the KL bounds, and it performed remarkably well of my expectations.
 
 
 Heading to Ipoh

 So, I guess all I can say is that I'm finally here, blogging in Ipoh! Not exactly live blogging, but just to shed some dust of this blog and to keep it updated. Until then... :)


Happy Parents, Happy Children

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 After being inspired by some babylicious post, I felt like jotting down some expericience of my own. No, it's not about having my own baby either, because it's still a few years down the road for the time being.


I've spent 2 months in Pediatrics as my last posting in Year 4. I've seen quite a number of children, particularly from the sick to the extremely healthy ones. I'm sure I'm not the one seeing the most number of babies, with my record of going late and coming back early due to the flexible hours in GHKL without supervision. Well, it's called effective learning and suits my style, but that's gonna take another post by itself. By now, just like any other who went through the same training, I could estimate the baby's age just by playing with them. Assessing the children's milestone development is part of the training as well.

Therefore, I've played with quite a number of babies. I'd soon to notice that most of the children in General Hospital KL were cheerful to begin with. And then there were a few gloomy ones. The first thing that instinctively ran through my mind was, those gloomy kids must be very ill. Too ill to feel the joy, cheer, and laughter.

And then, over a period of time, I've my fair share of playing with cheerful infants and toddlers, to which some which were demanding for attention, coo-ing and babbling excitedly at the world and basically everything. It makes them adorable, and some of them had the strength to live and treasure each and every day. It doesn't matter if they had the slightest flu, it doesn't matter if some have HIV, it doesn't matter if some had to go through the torturing treatment for leukemia, retinoblastoma or any other cancer regardless of how treatable it was, and yet they could uphold the smile and carve another one right on your heart.


I was wondering, how could this happen? How could they be so strong when faced with such events and "difficulties" of these illnesses that most adults would sulk and grieve?


I didn't figure it out by myself, but my dear pointed it out for me. Their parents was a cheerful bunch as well. It wasn't the age of the parents, we'd seen older parents who were wise enough to handle their kids and also young parents who were excited (amidst the worries) to take care of their firstborn. This makes thing simple to understand. Happy parents bring up happy children, despite their illness. They look at the world in a positive light. How could they be so down when the world is waiting for them to explore? 

And then again, the same can be seen from the parents whose kids were gloomy. They were equally as gloomy. How could the kids not learn to be gloomy when faced with a pair of gloomy faces from the start?


Perhaps what most parents would not realize is that what they do and how they react would affect their children. Parents are the ones nurturing the environment for their children, and their children are like a white blank sheet of paper, waiting to be painted with the colors of life. Their perception of course, goes after their parents, the first few people they interact in life. Which is why although some of us did manage to grow out of our parents' dreams, expectations, idealism and perception, most of us didn't. It does not require distance to separate from these, for I've seen friends and relatives apart who strive to be different from their parents, just to act the same. It could be the in the genes, it could be how your parents had moulded you, it could be your environment. But nevertheless, being similar to your parents is nothing wrong, learn from their strength and weaknesses, and think for yourself what is right and wrong (yet such perception were influenced by your parents from the start as well), and be HAPPY!

Maybe the children are a depictable model of our innerselves where adults had been reluctant to show. Who doesn't love the positive energy radiating from the kids? Could it be us that had somehow lost it in our journey of life that we long for it? Who would really love to hear the rant of a negative freind who would complain of practically anything and everything all the time? Ponder this for a moment, and we might find our very own answers.




Kambing Betul!!

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The weather has been hot for the past few days. I mean, VERY HOT!! And so finally, I'd made plans for a casual basketball game with friends. 5pm, yesterday. The moment I stepped out of the house and drove the car to pick up my friend, it rained suddenly, with elephants and dinosaurs. I mean, what are the odds to have such a heavy rain just at the moment I step into the car and went past the first traffic light at the main road? The rain was so heavy that the water was one foot deep. We usually only get that when KL city had flash flood. And so I was wet, not from the sweat, but from the generous sky who can't keep its "bladder" under control. Or was it intentional?


And today, evening. The hot weather continued. Because I did not plan for any basketball. And what a fine weather it was.




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  Kambing Betul!!!!


If this is going to happen, I think I'd rather swim in the rain, because I'll be wet anyway.


Or wait, wouldn't I be an easy target for Zeus? (Greek God of Lightning, for those who had no idea who he was) Lol!


*Note: This is the 400th post in this blog. Another milestone. :P




3 AM post

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Somehow, KL wasn't as quiet as it used to be during Lunar New Year. I remembered how quiet was the streets in KL on festive seasons. The streets were practically empty and you can even hold a street race. But over the few years, many had stayed back in KL instead of going back to hometown.


I went to The Pavillion with my parents today, to watch "72 Tenants of Prosperity" in GSC. I got the tickets for the 11.35am show since my parents prefer an earlier time. On the way there, the streets were practically empty and quiet. Oh, I thought, it must be the "balik kampung" thing. When we reached there, it's rather empty too. But well, it was 11am at that time. But after coming out of the cinema at 1.30pm, boy, I was wrong. Pavillion was basically filled with the crowd it usually receive on a weekend. Or even more. Every shop was packed with crowd, filled with CNY atmosphere.
 
The "balik kampung" spirit may have dwindled, or the population, as a whole, as generally increased. Whatever it is, there wouldn't be a quiet city anymore during festive seasons. And many whose parents in hometown had passed away, and siblings no longer gather together, as the families split into smaller ones. Each and every one of them had their very own families, and ought to celebrate on their own, nevertheless reducing the burden of preparing that many meals by one or two "cooks" of the family. 


My CNY celebration so far had been rather peaceful. Staying at home is better than moving around especially when the weather is freakingly hot that you'd rather stay at home enjoying the cooling air-conditioner rather than the scorching red hot sun. Cookies, crackers? I'd enough of them almost everyday, so it's just like any other day. But well, I'd developed a new liking for some chocolates as well. 





Yeah, Ferrero collection. Got some treat from my mom. I'm deviating from the usual Ferrero Rocher since I'm really "jelak" after having so many of it. Something different and new perhaps. :P


But well, expect me to be missing tomorrow. Will be going to Wai Sun's house. Will see how's the gambling den goes and the booze. Oh, no. I'll just be observer for the booze. It's off-limits for medical personnel (Just an excuse, a very convenient one indeed.. :P)

So, goodnite (or morning) for everyone. I'm off to bed for a sweet dream. :)


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