Monday, 8 December 2008

rat-a-tat-tat

rat-a-tat-tat

7.62 rounds firing in front of me. breathe damn it breathe.
stepped front. stepped back. breathe. welcome back to the army boy.
breathe.breathe.breathe.
(elephant hill)

tap-a-tap-a-tap-a-tap

2.4km. just a lil whooo lil whooo lil more. 11mins. damn it.
come on boy. you fat lazy civilian wannabe cheeeeb**.
11.28, 29, 30 sir! good job sir. good job....
good job...my ass....
(lim chu kang camp)

rat-a-tat-tat

off! .....off!......off!.....off!
shoot lower and control your breathing private!!!
on!.....on!.......on!......off!
(undisclosed location)

ring-a-ling-ling ring-a-ling-ling

hey babe. i miss you. *yawn*
how was *yawn* your day?
*yawn* oh really? *yawn*
oh *yawn* ok *yawn*
*yawn* ok night *yawn*
lo.. *yawn* ..ve yo... *yawn* ...u

teet-teet-teet-teet

yo bros. soccer at safra mount faber tmr? -delete-
co-ord meeting at 1330 at conference room -save-
co-ord meeting postponed to 1430. -save-
co-ord meeting at 1330 at conference room -delete-
yo mat. can reply or not? tmr soccer how? -delete-
hey baby. good morning! love you lots! -save-
co-ord meeting cancelled -delete-
co-ord meeting at 1330 at conference room -delete-
bro co-ord meeting on or not ah? -delete-
sir, meeting cancelled but for you still got meeting. all 2ics at 1500 conference room -save-
bro co-ord meeting on or not ah? reply pls. -delete-
sir, meeting cancelled for all. -delete-
-delete ALL-
baby why never msg back?
(10 mins in my office)


rat-a-tat-tat-a-tat-tat

section!!!! straight ahead!!!
section!!! lima foxtrot!!!
what the f*** are you doing!
SEMULA!
(undisclosed location)


ding-dong-ding-dong

ibu. faizal nak tidur dulu. penat lah.
ibu masak apa? ok nanti faizal makan.
nanti nak jumpa reeza kejap.
malam nie faizal book in balik.
(home...home sweet home)

Thursday, 10 July 2008

melay(utopia) Part 2 - The Endangered Species

.by faizal rawi
Part 1 here. warning: long entry, get rice.

Hello hello hello!
Welcome again to Faizal's travel and tour. Thank you for signing up for the family package, oh I see you have brought your whole family Sir, even Grandma!

Ahaha. Auntie, how are you?
Good? Oh , ok ok.
That is very nice of your son to bring you here.

Ok Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the I-MESS-UP.
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Instititution of Melayutopian Endangered Species Specifically Unintelligent People.

Ahah, yah, I know, its a long name, but, haha, what to do, this IS Singapore. Everything also must abbreviate. COE, ERP, AYE, PAP, CPF, ISD, WP, SDP...woops, sensitive, sensitive, ahah.

(whispers) Lucky we indoors, if not kena lock up for illegal gathering.

Ahahaha. Joking only lah Auntie, you dont scared.

Oh you live Hougang! ok ok. Sorry sorry, I will be more sensitive.
Heh. Sorry sorry.

heh........

heh.
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Ok ok, step up this way please Ladies and Gentlemen. As you pass through this door, I would like give you a brief history of this place.

This place was established to house the endangered species that are currently in danger of being wiped out in Melayutopia. Even though they are rare, we still managed to catch a few of them wasting their while away in the jungle. They put up a nasty fight, but we managed to bring them in to this facility. Hopefully with successfull inbreeding and lots of common sense, we can rehabilitate and repopulate them back into the community.

Ok, Mam, up this way please, ah yes, hold your mum's hand tight tight ok girl, and don't be scared. You will see a lot of stupidity going on in this place but do not worry, I am sure your mum have brought you up very well. Heh. Heh. Ok. Up here please people.

ok. As you can see, for our first exhibit, these specific species from Melayutopia are called the Hereditorianus Kepalaotakauness. As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, we managed to capture a few different groups of these species. Ok, the similiar traits of the groups in this species are that they are blindly ancestral and have only one thing in mind. The three letter S-word. Ahaha. Parents im sure you know what I'm talking about. Hahahahahahaha.

err... ok. As I was saying, they are feriociously ancestral and their main drive in life is to ..........yes.

Mate.

The males and females have genitals that can only fit if they are of the same group.
Yes you heard me.
Ahaha. That is why they are VERY rare ladies and gentlemen.

They do not care about looks, they do not care about love, they do not care about educational level, they do not care about heart....all they care about is the colour of their skin, their long forgotten heritage that nooone cares about, their mismatched loyalty to their subspecies, and instinctively, whether their 'tree' fits into the 'well'.

Ahahah.
Yes....ermz, a bunch of mindless nymphos if you ask me...aahha...

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But dont tell them that in the face, they will get VERY stupid and defensive and start bombarding you with why their species is better and the other is not. Ahahha.

ok, there as you can see, we have the Arabus sub species with the camels, the Javanesesianus with their green white flags, which you can see we have to seperate from the Boyanites with their voodoo stuff, the Tasukerkelingnians and the Tasukercinanians.


Yes young man.

Oh, our rehabilitation program for these species is very direct. We inject the species with a lethal dose of 20th Century glucose to replace their 18th Century blood. And we knock their heads with common sense in hope to make them realise that they are now living in this current world and not in the world of their parents. Ahaha no worries little boy, they have a thick skull. Ahah. And as you can observe by now, we do not bring in the older generation of this species as their mind is already hard.
ok! Any other questions?

Alright! Let's go to the next exhibit!

Sir, please, down this staircase. Ahaha. Watch your steps. We are going to step on this big huge rock.

Ok ladies and gentlemen, under this big huge rock we keep the Taktahulites species. As you can see, cowering under that other huge big rock is their cousins, the Tannaktahulites. Both these species have had a rough start in life. Since young they have made it a habit to just shrug their shoulders and give a constipated face to anything that requires them to do anything that will not benefit them. Phooo! That was a mouthful!

haha. heh. heh. heh.

Yes mam? umm..yes yes they resemble the previous species in the last exhibit just that the distinctive feature of this group is that their noses are much higher up in the air.

Ok, as I was saying, since young these sub species have been living under these two giant rocks. Very protected, very happy, very little drive. Their life revolves around 3 main rules. Hidup, cinta, mati. Or in english, live, love, die. They have no real take of life and what does not bother them, they do not want to know.

You can find a lot of these species from various Melayutopian regions but this facility managed to gather our animals from the MatRepitalia and the UniversityUndergratualia regions.

Yes! Sorry sir, you have a question?

Oh what we feed them? ok in the morning, we throw in laptops and keyboards to get them to try the Internet. For lunch we feed them newspapers to give them an opinion and for dinner we give them apathy pills. Ahaha. Yah.

ok. Any more questions?

Yes auntie!
Oh no no, they are very clever and they survive very well in the jungle but the reason why they are slowly being wiped out is because they have become irrelevant....out of their own fault really.

Ok for example you see that group of UniversityUndergratullious apes over there? Yup we found those species facing each other, oblivous to the other species in the community, walking around with their noses so high and they were just........errr...
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(whispers)..........masturbating each other.

(GASPS! all around)

Yes yes! So sorry auntie you had to hear that but.... unfortunately these species have this heran tak heran attitude or what shall we call it, dont care i dont care? Ahahahaha. Those MatRepitalian apes for example were captured while they were using their coconut phones to film themselves fornicating at the jungle staircases, a common past time for these apes nowadays. Ahahha.

erm ok. So what we are trying to do is to make them realise that there is more to life than just hidup cinta mati and try to bring their noses lower to the ground.

Ahhhh, ok then, lets go to the next enclosure! Hold this railing here and follow me. Ok!

Ahhhh yes! this is my favourite enclosure!
Miss please no talking yah. Thanks. Oh you on the phone ah. Oh ok ok.
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Ah finish already? Ah ok ok! Thanks miss.
Ok as I was saying, this is my favourite enclosure. This is where we keep the MakcikPakciks from the hilly Kaypoh regions.

These four legged mules are very active and they run very fast. They feed on gossipus leaves and yewknoworknots branches. They live in the hilly regions, very sociable and very likeable. But most importantly, they have no life.

Yes. You heard me right sir, no life. All they do is feed and talk and shit. Ahaha. Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Talk. Non-stop. As you can see their lips are extra thick and ears extra long as they have to constantly talk about other people's lives or they would die. Yes. Tragic I know.

But that is all they do ladies and gentlemen. That is their life.
Yah!
So simple and carefree right. That is why they are my favourite sir.

Yes little girl you have a question?

Ah yes they come in all sizes and age. Oh look look here comes an old one with all her gold jewellery hanging by her neck and wrists and carrying a grocery bag. Ahah!
Ok for this subspecies, we rehabilitate them by introducing them to sports and other hobbies and try to cultivate a life that they can call their own. Ahahaha.

Yes!
Which one Mam?

Oh that one? hmmm, funny....if I'm not wrong that is a group of female UniversityUndergratullious apes. Wonder how that one got mixed up into this enclosure.
hmmmm.
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No bother. ok nevermind, shall we carry on to our last cage?
Yes?


ok here please ladies and gentlemen!

Ahh here we are....(sniggers) ...ok come here behind this cage.... (soft giggle).....
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Everybody come close to the cage now (sniggers)
...hee...
ok can you look inside the cage? ....heee
what do you see..heehee.....
yes?
yes?


A MIRROR! yes! so clever!

yes ladies and gentlemen! As you can see it is a reflection of you and me and it looks like WE are in a cage! Ahahaha.
We added this cage and mirror in our institution to let our visitors laugh at themselves and see that they themselves are not perfect and should not be hypocritical of the rest of the animals in this facility.
Hahahahah!
We got you good there didn't we!

Ahahahhahaa!

err..miss? sir? Is it not funny?
errrr..where are you going?
yes the exit is that way. The souvenier shop is to your left and the toilet is that way!
thank you!
thanks for visiting!
I hope you enjoyed the tour!
err miss? auntie?

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this piece halted my brain for a looooong while. i could not write other entries because completing this piece became such a chore. i liked the ending though.
thanks to reeza for the inspirations and the people around me, of which any resemblance is purely coincidental. haha!

Monday, 7 July 2008

hollow

...no matter how much we try to sound so chim and all-understanding of the world around us and talk like degree holders can and will.


...no matter how much we try to relate my experience to yours and give you advice on your love issues because i have been thru it.

...no matter how much of a social commentator we can be commenting socially on events that appear and pass before our eyes to the past and sound like this world owes us an apology for being so imperfect.

...no matter how much we blog about today and how today is good for me so come share my day with me through my personal diary, come share my newfound love, newfound life, newfound newborn baby, newfound job, newfound fear, newfound new thing.

...no matter how much we think we are deepening relationships, or deepening ourselves through regurgitation of words forming deep sentences of poetic mystery where people go thats right, good entry, niceeee.

...no matter how much we think we can make that same poetic mystery by just putting one lame sentence and let other readers think that im so deep because i can quote from authors and philosophers.

...no matter the beautiful pictures accompanied by beautiful catch phrases.


we will still be hollow.

until the day we understand. that our words on our blogs means nothing to the people who do not matter.

and i am hollow.


Saturday, 5 July 2008

God-less

we are the God-less.

APA!?

we pray five times a day, visit the church once a week, burn our josssticks and walk on fire.
but yet we are still God-less.

MENGAPA!?

we let love rule our heads and for that brief moment when we hold our lover's gaze or hand or breasts or thighs, we forget to hold His name in our strawberry-flavoured breath.
heaavveeessss..

we are the God-less.

MENGAPA!

we let hate and fear dirty our hearts and for that brief moment when we let our hatred burn thru our enemy's fists or fingers or death threats or vulgarities, we forget that my God or your Goddess is our saviour and there should be no fear except to Him or Her or It.
heaveeeesss...

we are the God-less.


APA!


we let money and birthday cakes measure our time here and for that brief moment when we splurge unnecessarily on my new laptop or your new dress or his new car or her suprise birthday party, we forget to thank our supreme being for the other days when we lived.
heaves.

BAGAIMANA!


we let our fingers and lips type and mutter so fast on the keyboard writing and blogging and talking away with a holier than thou stance that that for that brief moment, for that brief moment, for that very brief moment, i forget..

that we are human.

Tuesday, 1 July 2008

i hate dogs.


the blogging world is a dangerous place for little boys with no sense of responsibility.

to them its like candyland in willy wonka's factory.


they eat and shit all around and make other bloggers feel that the internet should set an age limit before one can blog.
then after they are finished eating and shitting, they close their blogs, and walk away, without cleaning their shit.



just like dogs.


i hate dogs.


except for nick's and nigel's dogs.
those kind of dogs are fine.

Friday, 30 May 2008

Melayu Seberang Tambak Part 2.

Part 1 here.

This entry is for the dumb pricks who comment on Dr M's blog regarding Singapore, Singaporean Malays and other irrelevant and sweeping statements that these melayus-seberangs-tambaks make.

just Alt-F on ANY entry at Dr M's blog and type 'singapore' or 'singapura' and you will most definitely be directed to some malaysian mat or minah giving either one of the few comments below.

"kita tak nak jadi macam orang melayu singapura, hilang ketuanan mereka"

"jangan pulak kita jadi macam singapura, dimana melayu sudah tidak lagi memegang sebarang kuasa"

"tengok orang melayu seberang tambak, adakah kita hendak jadi macam mereka?"

dek, dek duduk depat hambo kejap. hambo nak cerito sikit kat dek yang sangatlah cetek pengetahuan tentang negaro singapura dan orang orang melayunyor.

hambo nie orang melayu singapore. 25 tahun. seratus peratus melayu dek.
sejak kecil lagi hambo dapat pergi sekolah dek. PREE pulak tu, goverment bayar dek.
sampai sekarang hambo baruuuu pui habis universiti kat universiti nasional singapuro.
govermen jugak bayor! bukan bayor habis, kasi subsidi sikit sikit.
tapi hambo masok buken paseh affirmative action ataupun hamba orang asli bumi datuk nenek moyang hambo dulu. hambo masuk pasal kepala otak hambo tak secetek macam sumur di ladang chek.

what land are you talking about? the land your great great grandfather and grandmother used to plow and make padi fields? you want that land back? wake up and smell the roses man. more and more scholars from malaysia are coming to singapore to study. and for every 10 malaysian scholars in NUS, 7 are chinese, 2 are indians and only 1 is malay. need i say more? you ask to be given your share because you are the originals of the country. you ask to be granted extra privilege because you are the majority and the majority is more important. great, keep on doing that and you can have your land back, the way it was when your ancestors ploughed the fields.

hambo kerja dengan tentero negaro singapura.
ye dek! dengan hang hang baju hijo tu. hambo officer lagi dek, amik pangkat pasal dorang kata sayo boleh pimpin orang.
saya pimpin orang melayu, orang cino, orang india, orang puteh, orang malaysia yang datang jadi PR kat singapore pun pernah hambo pimpin dek.
dia jadi sarjen lagi dek.
bila hambo nak sano sini, hambo naik motosikal hambo yang dah berlapok 3 tahun, KR hijo. kalau hambo malas nak naik motosikal, hambo drive kakak hambo punya kereta. kalau tak hambo naik teksi, orang cino drive, orang india pun drive, melayu pun ade dek. tapi teksi kat sini semua ikut meter, tak ikut kulit.

After 25 years I lived in singapore, I have never had any major incident of racism that has slowed down or worse still halted my pursuit to success in education or happiness in practicing my religion or being who i am.
---The only incident was when this chinese kid said that this indian kid was smelly and i defended the indian kid by kicking the chinese kid and we got into trouble with the principal. that was the most regrettable day of my primary school life. sob sob.---
You say we are oppressed? this is SINGAPORE mat. We run by democracy and meritocracy. granted, the politics are not that leakproof when the rain falls but you can bet that racism is not one of those holes in the roof.

betul dek, walaupun kat army, hambo maseh boleh sembahyang lima waktu dek.
kalau hambo miss pun, itu pasal tanduk hambo dah mula balik tajam.
heh heh.
dek paham apa makno meritocracy? kalau dek kerja keras, dek pergi sekolah, dek tak buat jahat, dek confirm. gurantee. plus chop. boleh tinggal kat singapore problem free. stress tu ado lah.
negeri mano takde stress?
kat negeri south pole takdo orang, takdo goverment pun ada stress, mano tahu ada polar bear nak ngap hang.


yes. we have historical baggage. left out of the nations poltiics and economic involvement in the 50s and 60s.
teenage malay guy didnt get enlisted to ns -> young malay man has no discipline -> young malay man marry young malay woman -> young malay man become dad ->dad didnt get much work because lacked discipline from view of companies -> dad got stressed -> dad turned to drug -> mum worked late to support one baby -> baby born -> baby become teenager and the whole cycle continues.
poor.
unmotivating.
vicious.
ok i exaggerated a lot. not all malays were like that, but most malay families had a pattern of somewhat similiar circumstances. then came the 70s ad 80s and ns was made compulsory, nation building was based on multiracial strengthening, add a little fairy dust from Lee Kuan Yew and gang, and voila.

tapi kan dek, sekarang dak tukar dek. kira kanan bawah atas melayu semua ada.
dalam politics ada, dalam tandas pun ada.
naik basikal ada, naik merceeds pun ada.
amik drugs ada, jual drugs pun ada.
tinggal kat rumah ada, tinggal kat jalan pun ada.
ehhhh jap jap.

if you are ever to see a homeless person on the streets of singapore, call the police, use the non-emergency hotline, and they will direct the homeless person to a shelter to be cared for, no matter what race, no matter what religion, no matter what situation or condition they are in. and if you see any malays, well..

hang tanya dulu,
cik, cik dari mana nie? asal duduk kat kat sini depan checkpoint causeway nie dengan anak cik mintak sedekah?
cik susah nak. cik dari johor...

GASP! BLASPHEMY! HOW DARE YOU INSULT US MALAYSIANS!

hamba mintak maaf dek.
bukan niat hambo nak kutuk. hambo nak cakap ajer.

kat singapore nie, melayu takde rasa oppressed, depressed, suppressed, cannot say anything in the press, we are not harrassed, we are not in a mess.
tak payahlah dek bebual kopi kat Dr M punya blog macamlah orang melayu kat singapore nie takde duit, tinngal bawah rumah Muthusamy, kena kencingkan Ah Cai, bukak mulut kena tutup, bukak kedai kena bakar.

takde dek takde.
betul abang cakap.
kalau dek datang singapore, dek nampak melayu, dek tanya ajer dia.

kita tak rasa lah nie bumi kita punya. ataupun nenek moyang kita punya.
reban ayam dengan pokok kelapa dah lama dah kita tinggalkan.
nie bumi Tuhan punya per.
Cina, India, Melayu, Angmoh, Malaysian, Singaporean pun hamba Tuhan jugak per.

ada gi neraka, ada gi syurga.
tapi asal kita dekat bumi sambil mengejar ilmu duniawi dan ukhrawi, apa pasal kita tak boleh kasi si Ah Cai jalankan Goverment kalau Ahmad masih dapat pergi sekolah, pergi ibadah, pergi haji, jadi officer kat army, jadi politican, makan roti prata Muthusamy. Lepas tu mati, digalikan kubur kat Pusara Aman yang digali dengan trektor company milik orang putih.


apa salahnya dek.

you bilang abang.

Melayu Seberang Tambak Part 1.

If there ever was a need for me to answer,
who is your favourite political leader?
I would answer MM Lee Kuan Yew or Dr Mahathir.

Granted, when asked the same question during my SAF scholarship interview, I voiced the latter.
Yes, they still wanted me in even after I said I looked up to the Malay-Indian political leader across our causeway. So for all you wankers who still thinks 'saf tengok kulit ah' and 'melayu susah ah kalau masuk army', you can carry on being naive and suck on your milk-bottles.

Anyways, I cannot see one without the other.
Define the relationship in whatever way you want.

adversaries. enemies. fathers of two nations. asian's past. political tiger and lion.

As far as politics are concerned. They went through the toughest of rebuilding a nation after post war, they were the champions of hope, spear-headers of hard-to-accept policies and most importantly, men of vision.

No matter how each individual's nation turn out today, none can take those attributes away from them.

So! Having already established that I am a fan of Mahathir and LKY, I shamelessly admit that I have a couple of their books and have enjoyed reading them during my post-war secondary-school-ri-sucks years.
The Malay Dilemma and Memoirs of LKY and the Singapore Story were the appetizers that launched my hunger for social and community involvement during and after my JJC-i-like days.

Thus in recent days, after Dr Mahathir launched his blog, I became a fervent reader of his site during the precious minutes of the day of which I am in front of my laptop. Sadly to say, I sense his bitterness and disappointment of how the politics in Malaysia did not turn out the way he wanted to. And bitterness and disappointment can steal away sophistication in the way one articulates and approaches his/her views.

whether its through..

1. Undermining the capability of the leaders in UMNO by bringing in irrelevant details of past.
2. Or talking about sisters of current UMNO leaders begging him to reinstate their brother's party membership.
3. Or how i-scratched-your-back last time and you-are-not-scratching-mine-now.
4. Or how you-did-it-last-time and i-forgive-you so why-are-you-not-doing-the-same.
(you will understand if you keep up to date with malaysian politics and read his blog)

but NO, he is not my topic for this already-long-winded introduction to the actual entry.

Part 2 here.

Saturday, 3 May 2008

i broke up with reeza.

yup. but im ok. call me now if you are close friend and ask me about what happened. or read on.

yes. in this very fast paced life as we choose to call it, though, i would rather term it temporary testing ground, we the netizens, believe that our voice matters. that everything we blog will come to a rumbling mess of discussion and arguments and life-changing situations for the people who read it. wake up. your voice do not matter that much as you think it does. we give ourselves too much credit and make our genitals so much bigger in this cyberworld. in fact your pedestal is so freaking high up in the air that you fail to see that the only people who reads your blog are the same ones who pass by you as you walk along the streets or class or school and give you a hi-bye smile and nod. the ones that really gives a shit about what you write about are the ones you meet every saturday during soccer or have circle of trust sessions at mout faber or meet for lunch every alternate week. and the ones who REALLY gives a shit about what you think or say would most probably ALREADY know what you are thinking about before you even blog about it because you most probably spend so much time with them over the phone or online or cuddling in bed after making love or holding hands in the mrt on the way back from your date.

oh. and no. i didnt break up with reeza. we are still much deeply in love. i was just proving my point. that if you are still reading this shit of an entry instead of having picked up your handphone to msg me so that i can tell you NOT to read on, you are most probably an ex-gf, a stranger i cant give a shit about, or a low life bloghopper who should be spending time with his/her family outside, watching TV or asking your parents out to lunch. -wink-
-dont you just hate it when im right?-

Tuesday, 1 April 2008

the thing about thinging yourself to a thing.

i am a boyanese.
my dad is boyanese.
my religion is islam.
i am a sunni.
i apparently follow some imam's way of teaching in this region of the world.
i am singaporean. i am a malay. i am a student. i am a soldier when the country needs me.
i will either die a grandfather. or father. or single. or overseas with a bullet in me.
whichever calling comes first.

boyan! boyan? Eeee, boyan semua....macam...tak baik lah. ibu tak suka lah boyan boyan nie semua. tak tak boleh. kau kahwin JAWA! atau ARAB! aku tak nak darah keturunan kita ada darah BOYAN! tolong eh, dorang tu semua, pencuri! bodoh! pakai black magic! bunuh orang! KAU KAHWIN JAWA!

i know of another guy. his mum is malay. his religion is his bike.
he does not fit any stereotypical religion.
he speaks to god every night and prays for the safety of his loved ones.
he does not feel that patriotic for his country. he distances himself from the malay community.
he is a rebel.
he does not like studying.
he believes in living life. and that the end of life, is just..the end.


what? no religion? jadi...dia atheist? dia tak gi sembahyang jumaat? tulah! i always see him with his gf on fridays. God. i cant believe that. and whats with him? takut kena panggil melayu? apa? dia malu jadi orang melayu kaper? eh, bilang dia, mak dia tu melayu. tak payah step english english ataupun mix around with non-malay friends. MENYAMPAH!

i know of this colourless person. he does not define himself. Defining himself makes him mainstream and subject to sterotypes. he has colourless friends. he prays to his God and respects other Gods his colourless friends pray to. he lives in this time, at this moment. he is who he is. without a need to define.

my question to you is. whose life at which time in which part of the world are you living in?
for the boyanese girl who die die cannot marry javanese.
for the javanese mother who cannot see their grandchild's ic as boyanese.
for the indian father who goes what-the-fuck at their daughter's chinese bf.
for the chinese friend who dumps his malay gf because blood is thicker than water.
for the muslim friend who distant themselves from their christian colleagues.

for you, today, i define myself.
im am anti-racist and i have no respect for myopic, tinggal-kat-zaman-gua, people like you.

Saturday, 29 March 2008

I share with you...


...the two cutest girls in my life.
my niece arynna.
my love and the spring in my heart.
oh and there's reeza too.
*chuckle chuckle*