I apologize if my writings are bad. It's not that I'm not a good writer, it's just that it's awkward to read your own writings so once I'm done writing, I don't check for mistakes, make improvements, etc.
Sekarang Obe is under fire sebab post gambar camni. Obe memang suka post gambar-gambar kontroversial camni. Aku pelik kenapa takde meleis yang bunuh dia lagi.
Yang lagi pelik ialah pemikiran orang Melayu zaman sekarang. Si A publish gambar si B buat silap, si A pulak yang kena fire. Bukannya nak tumpukan kepada cara untuk menangani masalah tapi cara untuk menutup masalah. Macam bau badan. Bila busuk tutup dengan perfume. Lagi busuk lagi banyak perfume. Padahal sumorang tau kau pengotor busuk. Gaya pemikiran camni sangat tipikal di kalangan orang Melayu zaman sekarang.
Because of that, I'd like to tell the differences between guys and girls when they're fighting.
When a guy is really mad, what he says is what he thinks will inflict the most emotional pain to the other side. It doesn't matter if it's really what he thinks, what matters to him is that the other side is hurt.
When a girl is really mad, she says what she really feels about the other party. That's when she tells the absolute truth; there's no covering up when she's angry.
The problem is that girls think guys are like them, we say what we really feel when in fact, what we want is to hurt them.
The other problem is that girls never really tell the truth; they wait until moments like that to really express their true feelings when actually, that is most probably the worst time to do that.
In emergency, guys try to be as calm as possible. They might come off as not feeling guilty for what they've done, but actually they're trying to be calm and rational so that they can make better decisions to handle the situation while under their calmness, they know they're fucked.
In emergency, girls tend to panic and to an extent, overreact. They will show deep remorse towards what they've done, but they don't really know how to handle the situation. They know they're fucked and they show how fucked they feel, but because they panic, they are unable to make prompt and rational decisions.
The problem is that girls think guys don't really feel guilty due to the lack of emotion showed.
While we guys want the problem to be solved. We don't give a shit how bad you feel, what we care about is that the situation is under control.
With those said, I hope whoever reads this post will be able to handle such situations better.
Lama tak updet. Updet ni pun pendek je sebab aku ni lazy fak haha.
Haritu aku terjumpa magazine ni. Aku terfikir, "Wadafak yang korang dah buat kat Yuna aku do?" Seriously wadafak. Aku rase antara video Yuna yang paling hot ialah dalam video Paranoid cover die. Fuuh cun gile do. Tengok-tengok sekarang dah jadi macam minah black tahun 90-an. Thanks for ruining a perfect beauty, assholes.
Sori lupa rotate. I know I shouldn't laugh but... Manila wants to meet MILF? LULZ HAHA
Post kali ni tak banyak perkataan sebab aku takde idea nak tulis.
Kali ni aku nak bagitau pasal sejarah hidup aku dari kecik sampai ke sekarang. Tapi versi pendek la, kalau tulis semua memang takkan habis la kan.
Masa ni <5 tahun kalau tak silap. Comel nak mampus kan? Rase macam nak peluk-peluk, cium-cium pastu terus kahwin kan?
Masa ni kat Awana Kijal New York kalau tak silap. Benda putih kat belakang aku tu ialah tisu basah. Berendam kat swimming pool satu hari tak pakai sunblock memang la kena sunburn kan? Nasib baik masa ni comel lagi. Pose pun macho, boleh buat boipreng ni.
EXIF data mengatakan garmbar ni diambil pada bulan Mac 2009. Yang ni kali terakhir aku pegi gym sampai awal tahun ni. Gym ni luas gile, tapi equipment terlalu sikit. Cuma ade bench press, barbell dan machine.
Gambar yearbook Form 5. Jari tengah tu lepas pulak censorship eh? Haha.
Ustaz Arif dari Delta Harimau Berantai lapor diri! Poyo sket sebab masa ni botak dah bergaya. khrkhrkhr
Sekarang. Pantai Dungun memang agak cantik.
Tak banyak sangat perbezaan dulu dengan sekarang kan?
Recently, Firefox unveiled the newest version 4.01. I installed it immediately.
So far, it has been quite good. The functions are still there, the add-ons still work and everything is still quite good.
But one thing that is not quite in my liking is the new user interface (UI). It resembles Google Chrome too much.
There are other complaints saying some of their laptop's functions have stopped after installing the current version, but I haven't experienced that yet so I assume it is okay for casual users.
I think the biggest plus point is that it is really, really fast. My download speed has increased by 1/3-1/2 from the previous version. Downloading songs has never been so fast.
The interface:
See? No porn tabs!
Overall, I think the update is good. I might lose some in the UI sector, but the increase in download speed is a huge ples for me, especially since the internet speed at my college sucks a huge amount of balls.
You want me to come over
I got an excuse
Might be holding your hand
But I'm holding it loose
Go to talk then we choke
It's like our necks in a noose
Avoid the obvious
We should be facing the truth
Start to think it could be fizzling out
Kinda shocked because I never really had any doubts
Look into your eyes, imagine life without ya
And the love kickstarts again
Starts again
And the love kickstarts again
Starts again
It's the same old you, the same old me
You get bored and I get cold feet
Get high, get wandering eyes
Forget I've never ever had it so sweet
I realise what I got when I'm out of town
Cause deep down you're my girl in a golden crown
My princess and I don't wanna let you down
No I don't wanna let you down, down, down, down
You want me to come over
I got an excuse
Might be holding your hand
But I'm holding it loose
Go to talk then we choke
It's like our necks in a noose
Avoid the obvious
We should be facing the truth
Start to think it could be fizzling out
Kinda shocked because I never really had any doubts
Look into your eyes and imagine life without ya
It kickstarts again
Start to think it could be fizzling out
Kinda shocked because I never really had and doubts
Look into your eyes and imagine life without ya
And the love kickstarts again
Starts again
And the love kickstarts again
Starts again
It's the same old you the same old me
You get bored and II get cold feet
Get high get wandering eyes
Forget I've never ever had it so sweet
I realise what I got when I'm out of town
Cause deep down you're my girl in a golden crown
My princess and I don't wanna let you down
No I don't wanna let you down, down, down, down
It kickstarts again
Start to think that it could be fizzling out
Kinda shocked because I never really had and doubts
Look into your eyes and imagine life without ya
So the end of this semester is coming in 3 days (for me). So here's the summary as far as I can remember now:
The beginning of the sem was a-okay. I was still quiet and alpha as f*ck, had few friends but well-respected by classmates and faculty mates because of by strictness and my good results (comparably, because I didn't exactly pass with flying colours). I was really strict to the point that even my dorm was squeaky clean. I proposed that my room was a smoke-free zone and I really meant it, even when seniors came I'd straight up tell them to smoke outside. Living in a room that smells like cigarette smoke would suck a huge amount of giraffe penis.
I started to get reeeaaaally serious in debating. I really love the art; it makes you want to know more, read more and do more research on subject that most people wouldn't care about. Where others would only see the surface, debaters would delve deeper into the subject to find the underlying causes. In many ways, it challenges and develops intellectuality in people. Plus, it got me to many places and meet many people; my first competition was at UiTM Shah Alam, National Novice Debating Championship. It was nice to debate with people from everywhere around the country. I even met my ex-Karisma classmate Azlyn there. Nice to know that Mami Rose's 2 favorite students have gone far eh?
Then I went to Malaysia Debate Open, an international tournament. I joined as the panel adjudicator, and I gained A LOT of knowledge there. It helped me in a lot of ways, more obviously in my Political Science (PAD170) subject. It helped me by providing me with a lot of facts to support my points in tests and exam, even in my final examinations. I also met people from all over Asia (as it was an Asian-style debate tournament), namely Thailand, Philippines, Korea and Japan. Met a lot of hot chicks too, so the fun part was multiplied by 10.
After that I got invited to watch Pertandingan Pidato Antarabangsa Piala Perdana Menteri. It was a-okay I guess, at least I got to go somewhere instead of just stay at Dungun and do the same things everyday.
Nearing the end of semester, I started to warm up with my faculty mates. Started to get a lot of friends, turn out people did talk about me in a good way. I thought I was insignificant haha.
But I think I'm still gonna be quiet next semester, talking too much leads to procrastination, procrastination leads to bad results.
Has anyone else noticed that the current political state of Malaysia is fucked to bits?
Seriously. In one hand, Anwar is honest-to-god denying that he is the one in the sex video. He even got quite a good argument; the man in the video is too fat to be him.
In the other hand, he is very dodgy regarding the evidences. Wan Azizah has been denying the opposing party's request for the Omega watch that Anwar allegedly wore in the video.
Not to mention that even the government has been dodgy about this matter. "We have identified the man in the video but nuh-uh, we ain't gonna tell you HAHA." JUST TELL US DAMMIT. I dunno, maybe the only reason why they said that was for the lulz of mindfucking the people.
Aaaand that pretty much the only thing on the newspaper lately. I can read one in less than 15 minutes, and most of the articles I read are in the entertainment section eg InTech and StarTwo. And no, I don't read Malay newspapers. I'd rather read my essays from back when I was in my mom's womb. At least the quality is higher than most of today's Malay newspapers lah kan.
I've been very busy lately. Starting from last Saturday, I've been studying non-stop. I'm always at the library either studying by myself, having a study group or straight up teach my course mates. Wake up at 10am, go to the library at 11, go back to room and clean myself, prayer etc from 6-8pm and then go back to the library till it closes. Repeat EVERYDAY.
And the torture doesn't stop there. When you study too much, even when you're on your bed waiting to fall asleep, you would have a lot of stuff on your mind that you won't be able to even fall asleep. But you still want to follow your schedule, so you still have to wake up at 10 even though you slept at 3. Throw in the fact that you'd been studying non stop for the whole day and you end up waking up feeling weak, groggy and shitty.
So after the Political Science paper, I decided to take the day off from studying. It has been smooth sailing so far. I feel freaking awesome right now.
I noticed that recently, my posts are of not much quality. I would like to clarify that it is actually due to this thing called writer's block.
Okay, that's just an excuse. Actually, all of my recent quality writings are literally things I wrote on paper. Some of them are really good, to the point that I'm quite surprised at how good I can write. But the thing about writing on paper is that you'd read and reread it so much that you start to think too much about it. You start to think it's too personal or too stupid or too liberal or too sensitive or simply too long to publish on your blog. Then you keep it in your file, never to show it to any mortal forever.
Is it weird if I say I don't have the urge to socialize?
Is it weird if I say I'm not interested in hanging out with most people?
Is it weird if I (very honestly) say that to me, most people are useless in my eyes, which is the reason why I'm not interested in being close to them?
My father always told me to choose my friends wisely, to never be close with those who are useless. I didn't really listen to him but subconsciously, I've been following it very religiously.
But that's not the problem. The problem is that, most people (well, at my college at least) are in my scope of useless therefore, I'm not interested being socially close to them. That's the reason why I don't have many friends.
But the friend that I have now, he's a good guy. He might not be the kind of guy that others would like, but if you know more about him, you'd know that he's the kind of guy that you can trust your life with. For giving me this kind of friend, I can only thank God.
I'm too tired and uninspired to blog right now so I'm just gonna post some of the stupid jokes I made or heard during the tournament.
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In a lift, a stranger was talking to his lady friend.
Guy: If you're hungry or something, you can come to my room. I bought some Oreos just now.
Me: Yeah, he has the Oreos you have the milk.
Lecturer: While we're here, I'm gonna bring you guys to have a ride at the Taming Sari.
Me: Well, you can ride my Taming Sari.
On the motion This House Will Abolish Unnatural Sex Laws, the government side.
Opposition: How do you define anal sex as unnatural? How do you prove it?
Surfi: (with the most straight and calm voice) Sir, imagine an adult black person with a huge penis, trying to penetrate the small, tight anus of an 18 year old Philipino girl, it will severely rip her rectum off and she would have to walk like this for at least 5 days. (proceeds to do the walk.)
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Wait for the updates! Sorry for posting too little jokes in this post, I can't remember much now that I'm tired as hell.
I stopped smoking 3 days ago and so far, it's getting easier to resist the temptation. The first day was the worst; my body kept screaming for cigarette. "Just one puff", it said. And it kept going up till now. But if I succumb to the temptation, I know I'd have to go though this shit again and people, this shit sucks.
I used to run 7km at a time or cycle 30km a day when I had the energy. At the very least, I'd cycle 7km back and forth to my school just to play basketball. I used to be unbeatable at basketball especially when I was with a friend of mine, Polo (bukan nama sebenar). But now, I got tired after only 7 minutes of running. That's my limit. And knowing that I myself caused my body to suck that much, I hated myself.
Sorry for the hiatus. I've been incredibly busy these few days, what with ASCAPS Family Day to organize, reports for the Futsal tournament to be finished and most important of all, the Novice, I just didn't have the time and energy to post updates.
The tournament was really fun actually. I met my ex-classmate Amiera Azlyn there, turned out she joined the tournament too. I'm pretty sure if Puan Rosenani saw us back there, she would've been so proud especially since Azlyn looked gorgeous and by the looks of it she must've been quite a first speaker. I had a round with one of her teams and even they said Azlyn was very talkative. I guess Karisma chicks don't change easily eh?
Another thing that I loved about the tournament was that there were LOTS of hot chicks. Lots and lots and lots of hot chicks. And let me remind you they're not the Dungeon-level chicks, they're KL-level chicks. I should say, after not going to the central KL in a while, the shock kinda bitch-slapped my face with so much awesome and boner. Moreover (haha secondary school essay anyone?), there were so many of them hotties that one of my jeans actually tore a little bit down there. True story. Okay there might be some exaggeration there, but my jeans really had a minor tear around the crotch area.
So now I present you, the pics.
In my defense, my pants were kinda loose after I lost a few kilos.
Calls from the 80's, wanting their picture poses back. Check.
Shades that don't match any article of clothing worn in the picture. Check.
One hand in the pocket another behind your back, one knee straight while other is slightly bent, body facing sideways like you don't give a damn about the picture. Check.
Short front hair, long back hair is long. Check
A shirt that says Playboy. Check.
Cigarette (bonus points for positioning it almost exactly at the center of the picture). Check.
A few days ago, a friend of mine kind of flipped out and screamed "What the fuck is your problem?!" out of a small matter. She's a female, so for all I know, she was having her period. I love blaming others.
So anyway, I playfully said to another friend "This is so gonna be our latest catchphrase. I'm gonna make a song out of this." and we had a small laugh.
So here's the song.
Sorry dah rotate tapi lupa save.
Chorus
What the fuck is your problem (4x)
What the fuck is your problem You keep screaming to my ears What the fuck is your problem It hurts me, can't you see the tears?
Why the fuck are you flipping, bitch Your screaming makes my balls itch You're lucky I'm not an asshole Or I'd slap your face cold
I dunno why you're flipping For such a small thing Chill girl, relax, everything is okay If you need me you know I'll always be there Shoulders to cry on, ears to talk to Laps to lie on, I'll be there for you Listen
Chorus
Chill
What, you thought I was kidding when I said I would make a song out of it?
Mungkin korang pernah nampak ustazah ni. Beliau selalu bagi ceramah baik dalam tv ataupun dekat majlis-majlis ilmu. Mak aku pun minat dia ni dan kalau tak silap, suami dia pun selalu ikut dia bagi ceramah. Kesimpulannya, dia ni memang berilmu dan ilmu yang dia sebarkan memang disebarkan atas niat yang baik. Tapi dalam hal ni, aku tak boleh kata dia tak bersalah.
Aku tak deny yang niat dia baik, nak memberitahu orang lain tentang Valentine's Day. Tapi cara penyampaian dia salah. Secara lebih tepat, dia salah pilih perkataan. Secara lebih tepat lagi, kesalahan dia ialah menggunakan perkataan Kristian, dimana ia akan disalahfaham sebagai serangan ke atas komuniti Kristian dan Kristian sahaja.
Dan kalau korang pergi dekat website watermark gambar diatas, korang boleh baca apa pendapat penulis blog tu dalam hal ni. Pada pendapat aku, penulis blog tu boleh dikatakan tak berakal sebab sepanjang-panjang artikel dia, takde satu pun isi dia yang kena dengan isu. Dengan erti kata lain, semua isi dia tak relevan.
Isi utama penulis blog tu ialah tak salah untuk menggunakan kata-kata ustazah tu terhadap Kristian sebab penganut Kristian memang mengamalkan perkara-perkara diatas. Aku tak selalu mencarut dalam blog tapi aku bagi pengecualian untuk kali ni.
Kau bangang ke hape la sial? Are you fucking high?
Aku cakap camni sebab agama Islam kena serangan yang sama. Disebabkan beberapa orang Islam yang buat suicide bombing, agama Islam terus kena label sebagai agama pengganas. Hanya kerana satu bilangan kecil penganut agama tu buat salah, terus agama tu dilabel sebagai ganas dan tak berotak. Dan atas sebab itulah orang Islam dihina, dicerca dan dipandang rendah oleh orang Amerika Syarikat. Kalau korang gagal peperiksaan, adil ke korang salahkan buku teks?
Untuk pengetahuan Encik Ameno, kebanyakan kes rogol, rompak, hisap dadah, kecurian, bunuh, dan buang anak dalam Malaysia dilakukan oleh orang Islam. Jadi berdasarkan formula Encik Ameno, Islam tu agama apa? Sila terangkan.
Encik Ameno, aku selalu jugak baca blog kau dan aku rasa blog kau agak bes jugak tapi untuk post kau kali ni, aku rasa tahap penggunaan otak kau berada pada tahap yang sangat rendah.
Ustazah Siti Nor Bahyah memang berilmu dan sentiasa cuba untuk menyebarkan ilmu dia kepada orang lain dengan niat yang baik, tapi untuk kali ni, maaf saya katakan, ustazah bersalah.
It's amazing how women's brain works. It works in a very complicated way, yet somehow logic is left out in the process.
If you wanna do something awesome, they say "Ladies first!" When someone needs help, they say "You're a guy, you go." When they touch you, it's because you are friends. When you touch them, they say it's a harassment.
And the very next day, they talk about bullshit sexual equality. Oh women, u so funni.
Last night, I dreamt that I was working at McD and for some unknown reason, everyone was playing truant. I went to the kitchen and everything was a mess but when I looked up, I saw Fynn Jamal working there too. So I pinched her cheeks because she was really, really cute in that dream.
And then the dream changed. I was in my dorm room. But the best part is that there was a fucking camel in my room. At some point, I tried to move it away because it was blocking the window and its penis kinda touched my leg.
When I woke up, I thought "What the hell did I smoke last night?"
One of the things that some people know about me is that I'm an observer, I like and am good at reading people. It might sound cool to most people, but to me, sometimes it sucks.
I hate how I'm right most of the time. Like how I predicted that my Bangi hangout clique, no matter how close we are, are gonna ditch me. At first I tried to brush it off, convincing myself that I was wrong, I must've misread them. I even tried different approaches so I could fit in better. Turned out, other than the already-siblings, no one is allowed to be in that clique. So I guess I got kicked out.
There's this one time I saw something bad about a classmate. Not on purpose of course, and I tried to brush it off too, but as it turned out she was quite...a cheap chick. It's quite a good thing that I won't be seeing her much after this.
Another thing that makes me hate this ability is that I have to see my friends' heart got broken long before it happened but I can't do anything about it. Telling them what I see will freak them out and risk friendship because admit it, when you're in love, friendship means nothing. So, most of the time, I keep my mouth shut and see their relationship crumble right before my eyes. And being the person that some people trust so much, they will tell me every single detail about what happened and not one of them would shock me. And the best part is I have to see it twice.
Some of my friends like to ask for advices from me because I'm right most of the time, but trust me, I hope I'm not.
I'm impressed, people. Somehow, we've reached a new low.
Translation (I'm not sure it's correct, I can only read Pig Rempit): Cun je. Tengok la kampung siapa, kan. Huhu. (It's nice. No wonder, it's your hometown.)
Agak bosan jugak sebenarnya balik rumah ni. Duduk rumah pun bukannye buat ape pun, duduk main komputer membesarkan juboq je. Ingatkan nak baca Perlembagaan Malaysia, tapi satu-satunya masa saya baca buku di rumah ialah bila saya tengah berak pergi ke tandas, jadi kemungkinan untuk membaca buku-buku ilmiah semasa di rumah ialah sangat tipis, seperti tipisnya lemak di perut saya.
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Baru-baru ni, mak saya mula menjalankan projek menguruskan keluarga atau dengan nama glamornya, Projek Aku Taknak Masak Dinner Sebab Korang Semua Dah Buncit. Untuk pengetahuan awak semua, bapa dan adik-beradik perempuan saya berbadan besar tetapi yang lelaki pula kurus dan sangat susah menjadi gemuk walaupun selera makan kami sebesar beruang kutub. Walaupun projek ini akan membawa faedah kepada kakak dan adik saya, saya terpaksa berlapar kerana tak dapat makan malam walaupun saya tiada masalah berat badan. Saya berasakan ini tidak adil, tidak adil bagiku. Ini tidak adil untuk engkau bertanya jika aku sanggup berlapar, kau bukan milikkuu~
Ini tidak adil, Yang Berhormat! Saya ingin makan malam!
Malam tadi software iPod saya tiba-tiba rosak jadi saya langsung tidak tidur satu malam untuk membaiki iPod saya.
Kenapa saya begitu bersungguh-sungguh dalam membaiki benda ini? Kerana tanpa fungsi-fungsi beliau, beliau hanyalah pemberat kertas yang sangat mahal.
Font pun macam tahun 80-an.
Juga, iPod ini terkandung beberapa rahsia saya yang akan menyukarkan hidup saya sedikit kalau diketahui orang ramai. /hint: rahsia-rahsia kerajaan dan video porno haiwan
Lagipun ni iPod Nano 3rd Gen, jenis yang sangat susah nak jumpa dekat Malaysia sampai kalau cari dekat Mac Store KL pun tak jumpe. Jadi kalau korang jumpe orang pakai iPod pendok lebar camni, tu memang ori. Saya tak pernah lagi jumpa iPod 3rd Gen yang lokak.
This is a female poet that I really like. I call her a poet because she doesn't consider herself a singer. Anyway, here's her picture.
Hihi muka iras-iras Weyna.
A few days ago, she published a facebook note regarding her new project, Projek Kesian. She asked for a fund since the project is going to cost around RM5000 and she only asked for RM15 per person. Being an awesome fan, I deposited the money to her.
During the verification process, we started to email each other. See the picture up there? That's not hardcore enough. If you take a look at her facebook, there are more hardcore pictures of her. But in reality, she's actually a very sweet person. She's the kind of person that really loves her fans and doesn't really care about money as long as people can listen to her works. If you go to the link above, you'll know that she is going to deal with hundreds of email from her fan, but she still takes some time to really read their mails and reply accordingly instead of using some generated reply like most celebrities would. I adore that.
Besides, that time she kept her hair long, she was smoking hot. Just sayin'.
Sometimes I hate being left alone. It makes me think about things that I don't usually think about. Deep and scary thoughts especially.
It makes me doubt things that I've done, decisions that I've made. It makes me doubt things that I had previously been sure of, it makes me want to do things that I'm not supposed to do.
I've noticed that it's a lot nicer to chat with girls. Despite all the gender equality and stuff, you have to admit that girls are a lot different than guys. And I found that the differences are exactly what makes it a lot more comfortable to chat with them.
Let's take a friend of mine, Teya, as an example. We text a few times a week. More often than not, the conversation goes from innocent to "I'm totally flirting with you right now, man." If I do that with my male friends, they'd make a big issue out of it. But when I do it with Teya, we'd have a few good laughs out of it and talk about other stuff. And of course, I'd find other creative ways to incorporate the jokes in my texts. I'm just awesome.
Also, my close male friends have lots of politics going around. You can't do this you can't do that, or else you're not cool and you'll get shot down every chance they get. My close friends are nice and are always there when you need them, but you know, teenagers. Or as Ayep said, we're still kids. So being cool matters a lot.
We had our first Political Science class a few days ago. During the first class, everyone was quiet because you know, it's the first day of the semester. It got worse when the lecturer came to class.
One of the lecturer's questions were have we ever borrowed books from the library? Most of the students said no but in a very quiet way. Trying to break the silence, I said "I haven't because I've memorized every book in the library." We had a small laugh, but after the minor laugh, the lecturer said "Fine, from today onwards, at the beginning of my lessons, you will review a book from the library. If you do that for every lesson, I shall give you extra marks but if you miss even one session, I will deduct your marks."
Nice one, Arif.
On the side note, I did my first review this morning. I reviewed my facourite book, The Green Mile.
Let's talk about something sensitive. Let's talk about racism.
We live in Malaysia, where there are lots of people of different race living together. This is what the government has been flaunting to the tourists; we are living together in harmony. But let's take the icing off the cake, do we actually live in harmony?
Let's switch to reality. We don't. It is a fact. Take an example, NameWee. His videos are controversial, but despite what others say, I think some of his videos are not really that bad. I've seen his videos even before people bashed him for his Negarakuku. Even in Negarakuku, although the title is controversial, it's not what you think. About the azan thing, he wasn't saying that it sounded like a chicken's coo, what he was saying was it was a call to wake up early in the morning which is a good thing. But we Malays have this built-in system that automatically interprets everything negatively. Even my mom does that all the time and frankly, it kinda drives me crazy.
But I'm not saying that none of his videos are asking for problem. I admit that some of his videos are like asking for problem. I can even say that he's an idiot.
What I'm trying to say that the more we try to bash racism out of the window, the more racist we actually are. To me, it's not about not calling them names, not about not saying racist stuff like "Cina babi!" or "Cina balik Cina la!", it's about how we actually treat them. It doesn't matter if you've never called them bad things, as long as you treat other races badly, you're still racist. Likewise, even if you call them names, but you actually treat them as equals, you are not racist.
Take comedians as an example. Don't take most Malaysian comedians, they're freaking stupid. Take American comedians for an instance, sometimes they make jokes about racial stereotypes like Asian people think getting 95 marks in a test is still bad and Indians are meant to be doctors. But in reality, they don't actually think those stereotypes are true. They we just poking fun at those stereotypes. Hell, even Dave Chappelle got famous for his poking fun at the black community. So does that mean he's a white supremacist?
We need to look at the big picture. We need to take our heads out of our asses. We need to widen our perspectives and take in the good stuff, not narrow our minds. And once we've done that, maybe we'll find the truth. I mean the true truth.
Recently, facebook is flooded with the "Inbox me with number from x-xxxx and I'll post a status about what I think about you." I jumped in the bandwagon and inboxed my friends. And I have to say, I'm flattered.
There's this girl who said "Despite what others thought about you, I always think of you as a gangster but with a good heart." Another said "You're really friendly and kinda crazy! You're an awesome friend!"
Overall, it is really refreshing to know that some people really bother to not judge you based on what you appear, but what you are inside. It kind of restored my faith in humanity.
But they forgot to say that I'm awesome. Common mistake, I know.
