Merdeka
I’ve read a few blogs now, all writing about merdeka stories. They’re part of this ‘Project Happy Malaysia’, a brainchild of vincentlau.
(though I did not get a permission to link his blog, but anyway, hIs blog is one of my frequent reads because it’s good)
I can’t say that the stories are all inspiring, but hey, it’s me. It will take a dung-beetle to roll rice balls instead of dung to inspire me, and make me say ‘now that’s awesome!!’.
One thing is that, amazingly(well, not very, actually), they’re all non-malays and they love this country. That is a good thing because I am right now, pretty sick of reading whiny, racist posts on Lowyat.net, about how Malaysia had mistreated them bunch of well-to-do-enough-to-get-a-cellphone-every-week kids. I think they’re kinda ungrateful, but I must admit, I had the same line of thinking once. Not long ago, maybe a few years back, I used to bitch about the unfair treatment towards my kind and other non-malays. About university placements, about the 5% bumi discount, about the other privileges that they enjoy and bloody load of everything else. Heck, I’ve even experienced some kinda insult from certain kids of a certain race when I was a kid. But now that I’ve grown a lil bit older, it all came to me that I should change my perception of things.
It is not the kids’ fault that they’ve insulted me, it is their parents’. And before them, the parents’ parents might also have educated the parents wrongly. Do not tell me that the kids have experienced the second World War and the May 13 incident to hate a chinese kid to the gut. Do not tell me that they knew that it is only right to call a chinese ‘babi’ since they were born. This is a vicious cycle. We must somehow stop this.
Well, I must admit, if I knew how to curse then, I would gladly shoot back a hearty ’screw you too!!’. But sadly, I just stood there like an idiot.
It is embarrassing that til this day, I have university-mates that refer to other races by degrading terms and refuse to mingle with people of other races. Nothing I say can change their perception. Not that I’ve tried very hard either, but you do understand that once a person says that he doesn’t like eating sea kelp, he won’t take even a bite of that thing even though he’s dying of goiter, with the swelling as big as his head, in central Africa.
So, after all these years, from what I gather, the only way to improve, the only way to move on is to forgive and forget and have a whole load of tolerance. Sure, the chinese are meanies, the malays are pampered, the indians somewhat oppressed and the ‘lain-lain’(s) are most of the time left-out, but we just have to understand each other, live and let live, learn to respect each other and stop stirring up racial issues every other f*cking day and I’ll guarantee you a pretty Happy Malaysia. *semangat*
(Not to douse my own flame of patriotism, I am also aware that a true bangsa malaysia is a very far-fetched ideal, but I REALLY do hope that we can one day achieve it)
So, to sound really cheesy,
SELAMAT HARI MERDEKA!!!
(I’m so uncool right now) *wheeeeee*
* syok sendiri*
*goes to sleep* XD
