Read my friend's blog. He has itchy eyes too, is it because of the weather change? Or, probably it is hotter nowadays. Made me recall of how 'dirty' the mosque is with some people smoking during the lecture of Friday prayer. This is modern Malaysia, or should I say this is Shah Alam now. Even my brother smokes, though he told my mom he is quitting. What should we care about smokers, they kill others by polluting the air, they don't even care about how to love the nature, how could they claim they love their family and friends?
Haiya, the baby is crying. This is my life today, helping my mom babysitting some kids, including my niece. Same old same old, doing the same job when I stay at home. Yesterday, I was filling up online from on Shell website, then black screen and restart, feeling like I wanna shout that night. I don't remember if I did curse. But, I need to revisit the website today.
I know, there is a lot of problems faced in Malaysia, compared to living in the States. I think, everything is caused by daily meetings with lots of people, not like in the States you can live even without meeting so many people. No one really cares whether you take your bath or cut your hair or even do the laundry. What they care is you, you are who you are. But, here in Malaysia, even when you drive, some motorbikers care nothing about the rules, which is why you might see a motorbiker rides wrong way. Interestingly, there is a lady without proper sense went wrong way with her car, in the middle of Shah Alam city center. What the....? I kept staring at the car, and I don't know what else should I say to that person, are you crazy? You are driving a car, not motorcycle... come on... there should be a limit in everything we do...
That is why a friend of mine in the other part of Peninsular of Malaysia is complaining about stuffs. We even feel uneasy to step into a restroom with wet floor. This is why I sometimes could not laugh anymore when knowing even a person from urban area in Malaysia spilt too much water in the restroom in the States. Even step on the toilet bowl, owh come on, you ain't small kid anymore... stop it!
I don't know, even some people who went to the outside world beyond Malaysian 'tempurung' could not think properly of how to manage their minds. Last 2 years, I kept blaming the system in Malaysia as I was given the opportunity to see the world in the West, far more West than you people who saw the land of Stonehenge or Versailles. I went futher West, to the other part of the world, which took me a day of travel by plane to be back to Malaysia. It is a different world, way different, that makes people in the East hate them so much. But, as Muslim we could see what is good and what is not, so we could paint the same values in our lives. If you drive in Malaysia, stop sign is just like a poster of advertisement. But, in foreign world, stop sign tells you to stop. Who comes to the junction first will own the right to go first. But, in Malaysia who cares, even I myself is forced to be selfish. No wonder there is a survey by Reader's Digest had openly claim Malaysian Kuala Lumpur as 3rd in the list of rude cities. The survey had made the minister to shout back, and even on a front page of local newspaper claims "Rude! Not us," something like that, which I just could laugh silently inside my heart. I just don't get it, hmmm probably they still couldn't see the 'tempurung' they had made for themselves.
I hope, I don't feel trapped under the 'tempurung' for hearing my friend being stuck in his world. So, tomorrow will be the day to visit my homeroom teacher. It has been a while, not showing my round face to my 'cikgu' :D Probably, one of the best thing to do in Malaysia is visitting people. This weekend will tbe the time to go back to my mom's village, the place where I was born. The place where I took a serious journey 3 and half years ago before getting on the plane. 'Kono-mae' (that time), I feel emotional thinking about how not green is the land of Pahang, but I don't know what will be my feeling after this.
Ah, I got nothing to do, so I complain a lot. I should look for something to do, even to babysit is fun, better than having nothing to do. Need to do some maintenance on the PC at home, and probably doing some upgrade to the older PC. There you go, got many things to do. Bank, application, work... and what about getting... I better get up... adios amigos!
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Now I know how hard to ride a bike with clutch. This is life, what we call life in Malaysia! It's hectic and feeling alive! That's why we got lots of complain.... human....
Haiya, the baby is crying. This is my life today, helping my mom babysitting some kids, including my niece. Same old same old, doing the same job when I stay at home. Yesterday, I was filling up online from on Shell website, then black screen and restart, feeling like I wanna shout that night. I don't remember if I did curse. But, I need to revisit the website today.
I know, there is a lot of problems faced in Malaysia, compared to living in the States. I think, everything is caused by daily meetings with lots of people, not like in the States you can live even without meeting so many people. No one really cares whether you take your bath or cut your hair or even do the laundry. What they care is you, you are who you are. But, here in Malaysia, even when you drive, some motorbikers care nothing about the rules, which is why you might see a motorbiker rides wrong way. Interestingly, there is a lady without proper sense went wrong way with her car, in the middle of Shah Alam city center. What the....? I kept staring at the car, and I don't know what else should I say to that person, are you crazy? You are driving a car, not motorcycle... come on... there should be a limit in everything we do...
That is why a friend of mine in the other part of Peninsular of Malaysia is complaining about stuffs. We even feel uneasy to step into a restroom with wet floor. This is why I sometimes could not laugh anymore when knowing even a person from urban area in Malaysia spilt too much water in the restroom in the States. Even step on the toilet bowl, owh come on, you ain't small kid anymore... stop it!
I don't know, even some people who went to the outside world beyond Malaysian 'tempurung' could not think properly of how to manage their minds. Last 2 years, I kept blaming the system in Malaysia as I was given the opportunity to see the world in the West, far more West than you people who saw the land of Stonehenge or Versailles. I went futher West, to the other part of the world, which took me a day of travel by plane to be back to Malaysia. It is a different world, way different, that makes people in the East hate them so much. But, as Muslim we could see what is good and what is not, so we could paint the same values in our lives. If you drive in Malaysia, stop sign is just like a poster of advertisement. But, in foreign world, stop sign tells you to stop. Who comes to the junction first will own the right to go first. But, in Malaysia who cares, even I myself is forced to be selfish. No wonder there is a survey by Reader's Digest had openly claim Malaysian Kuala Lumpur as 3rd in the list of rude cities. The survey had made the minister to shout back, and even on a front page of local newspaper claims "Rude! Not us," something like that, which I just could laugh silently inside my heart. I just don't get it, hmmm probably they still couldn't see the 'tempurung' they had made for themselves.
I hope, I don't feel trapped under the 'tempurung' for hearing my friend being stuck in his world. So, tomorrow will be the day to visit my homeroom teacher. It has been a while, not showing my round face to my 'cikgu' :D Probably, one of the best thing to do in Malaysia is visitting people. This weekend will tbe the time to go back to my mom's village, the place where I was born. The place where I took a serious journey 3 and half years ago before getting on the plane. 'Kono-mae' (that time), I feel emotional thinking about how not green is the land of Pahang, but I don't know what will be my feeling after this.
Ah, I got nothing to do, so I complain a lot. I should look for something to do, even to babysit is fun, better than having nothing to do. Need to do some maintenance on the PC at home, and probably doing some upgrade to the older PC. There you go, got many things to do. Bank, application, work... and what about getting... I better get up... adios amigos!
__________________
Now I know how hard to ride a bike with clutch. This is life, what we call life in Malaysia! It's hectic and feeling alive! That's why we got lots of complain.... human....
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