Sacrifice with an Open Heart

It has been four months since my last post. A recent spat of attacks on places of worship has led me to pen down my views on this situation.

Race card games were a norm but now the Religion Card games are also played. I had many Malay friends during my schooling times and we eat at the canteen together and we play football together, and the enemy of that time was the “people” from the other team. Although politicians were harping on race issues then, in school, we were just, well, a bunch of kids having fun.

But the working world is a very different story compared to the minds of young children. These days, we have people who are burning churches, step on cow heads in protest of hindu temples and bear in mind that we non-malays, rather not so often talk about our own Malay brothers, which are also stated as Malaysian in the same Nationality column as ours in the small B6 size red booklet which reads Pasport Malaysia.

Malaysia was built on by the tin and rubber industries then before gaining independence. Malays at that time were not skilled in these thus Indians and Chinese were brought in as labour for these jobs. As RPK stated in Malaysia-Today, Malays were tought English by Indian teachers from India at that time as the Indians had a stronger command at it.

Chinese were in the construction and tin mining industries at that time. Everyday, they work hard, often plagued by disease, and earn a living for their children, borned Malaysians and also increase the economy of the country to ensure better employment in the future for the younger generations to come.

Indians on the other hand were in the railway industry and rubber industries. Train tracks were laid to foundations and trains were used by everybody, may you be Chinese, Malay, or Indian. No Indian ever said, “We made this so only our people can use” or nor did anyone demanded some sort of royalty in return, what they got in return were only their wages.

Everyone who sacrificed time, energy and effort at that time did it with an open heart.

Our forefathers did it not do these because of only money, but also the thought of happiness that people now can use trains and stay at buildings that we had built with sweat and tears.

But now, everyone who does something for the country, bear in mind not sacrifice, do it with a narrow space in the heart.

Malays and Indians are all our friends, better still, brothers. Only the fanatics of these people, which are a small minority, are causing unnecessary problems to our society.

We do not live in hatred, we do not live in agony, we just live with a narrow heart.

Do things with an open heart and see that everyone you can help be helped with under your capable jurisdiction.

Help our country with an open heart I plead with the people of the X and Y generations.

Our country’s real test upon independence is during these bad times.

~~signing off

Cavalry

If i were in a cavalry right now, my horses would be dead. As a knight, me horses i think would be smelly for not showering/grooming, they would be hungry, getting diseases, all in the name of procrastination. I think my king would behead me too if he were to find out i slept with his queen. My soldiers would be gambling in the sty with horsemen and pigs would be running wild. Prostitutes would roam free in my coveted state. And finally, my people would suffer in agony. Rum would be poured like water, food is helter skelter, children would have no shelter. Enemies would be closing in. My comrades would file me sin. Help would not come my way anymore and i would also lose my armor and my King. Beware….. that’s my state of agony in my Cavalry.

 

~~signing off.

Stop The Abuse you Bitchesss…

As i’m writing this now, 3 hours or so ago, an Indonesian domestic maid has died. Abused, tied up, beaten and locked in the toilet for 2 days with her hands tied to her feet. http://malaysiakini.com/news/115880.

This is not the first case but for a death to occur it’s the first few and it’s very serious. A wound was so deep that the bone was visible. Her face practically swell like watermelons. For GOD”S sake, what is the problem with these people????

I feel ashamed to see my Indonesian friends when we go out now.

I feel ashamed to carry the Malaysian title when i visit Indonesia next time around.

I have a domestic helper who is of Indonesian origin too but she’s given the outmost humanity priorities by me and my family.

I do hope that laws for foreign domestic worker, which had been planned but never done, will be erected soon to punish these SON OF A BITCHES who dare call themselves Malaysians.

~~signing off

Mamula Moon. Just listen. This is where it came from….

~~signing off

Rock Climbing

I’m baacck! Well, for now.haha. I went for rock climbing at Dusun Eco Park Pahang last Saturday and Sunday.

I was the highest! wooooo! even Danial can’t make it. I reached the TOP.muahahaha.

And went for obstacle courses, jungle trekking, sang songs, swam, watched Bruno (Mario’s favourite).

Everyone positioning themselves for Bruno. Mario’s so excited and keeps adjusting the TV volume.

I don’t know why i’m doing that face. haha.

My 5th Family. haha. I”m at the back. Look at all their gigantic faces……haha.

A lot more photos to post up, my Krabi trip, the elephants in Thailand, solo elephant trekking, sunset at Krabi beach, the cat at Bentong………etc etc. Lazy. Maybe later, got to resize and all.

Someone’s back in KL…..haha.

~~signing off

Where I Belong

Malaysia will be celebrating it’s 52nd birthday anytime in 15 minutes. What can i say. Overwhelmed that god has bestowed this country for me to live and take shelter in. If it wasn’t for this country, i would not have my grandparents coming down from various parts of the world settling down to find income. Then i would not have my parents and then in the end i would not have ME. I would probably be in an oriental part of asia, being a Disc Jockey or some hypermarket janitor somewhere.haha.

My beloved country brought me lots of stuff. My first walk, my first friend, my first kiss, my first love, my first car, my school, my house, my pets, my piano, my first handphone, my first school friend, my first crush, my first gift, my first giving gift, my first cartoon, my first computer, my first shoes, my first camera, my first watch, my first trophy, my first certificate, my first TV appearance, my first newspaper appearance, my first win, my first loss, my favourite food………

It may be argued that it’s because i seek them thus these things appear but without this country, all these would not be seeked in the first place. We live in harmony as we are able to give and take in this country. We live in harmony because we respect each other. We live in harmony because we unite against evil. Be reminded again that we are not distinguished by races but all races in one. MALAYSIAN.

With this, I like to remind all fellow friends to please love your country as it is and stop complaining and comparing with others.

Happy Birthday Malaysia. 52 years is just a stepping stone. I’ll live till 100 to see you prosper.

MERDEKA!

~~signing off

Vitas

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fa faaaaaaaaaaaaa fa faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa faaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wooo woooooo wo wo wo wo wooooooo haaaa haa haaa wooooo faaa faaa

la di da la di da la di da la di da la di da da da da da

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!
[you got to view the whole video to understand]

Vitas

He really good, vocally.

~~signing off

赵明福-Teoh Beng Hock

Nothing more can be said about the outrage of the people towards the government. Nobody in their sane mind would want to stay on at the area where they were mentally tortured for the day. On 15th July 2009, the Malaysian Anti-Corruption Commission (MACC) took Teoh into custody for questioning about allegations of corruption, and he never came out alive again. Teoh was found dead the next morning on the rooftop of a building adjacent to the MACC offices. Brother Teoh had been planning to register his marriage with his (2 year) girlfriend the day following his death. A photo shoot on the same day, followed by a honeymoon and wedding reception in October had also been planned. Which part of that tells you he opted suicide?

The one I pity for is the young one inside his girlfriend’s womb. 2 months pregnant and looking forward to having a happy family in the future, bam!, he’s dead. We Malaysians owe you an apology brother Teoh for voting in this double standard government. May you rest in peace. Please click this link http://justiceforbenghock.blogspot.com/2009/07/fiancees-tribute-to-beng-hock-in.html and read the tribute by his future(which would never happen now) wife. Justice for Beng Hock.

I sincerely pity his wife. I feel her heart wrench. She would never see her loved one ever again. 7 months from now, her heart would wrench again. Looking at her young, memories of Teoh will naturally bring tears to her eyes. The kid would learn that his/her father has never returned after entering that demonised building. The kid would ponder what would it be like if daddy would still be alive. But she is brave to bear this child on her own. Hats off to you.

Even if justice is found, it would never ever replace him back. Prevent this my fellow Malaysians. You can make a difference.

Damn those who ruined this family.

Rest in peace Teoh Beng Hock. Your death will enlighten the nation.

 

 

~~signing off