Broken Shield and Sword

Considering that the Major I DID take was journalism, which was 4th on the list…. Think I’ll go for cultures next, as suggested. I love reading about them.

Selamat Harijadi, Malaya…

From the Star:

He asks: “Isn’t love about loving a person for who they are, and what they mean in the other person’s life, and that love blurs the lines of race and religion? We were taught that we live in a multi-cultural, multi-ethnic country (and world), but how come when it comes to unions of the heart, it’s a whole different story altogether?”

“This is Malaysia,” I reply.

Here’s a good reason. We have such nice MONKEYS in Parliament, don’t we?

7.45AM: Still in bed. Mom calls. I grunt. She says, “You have to send me to work today.” Bear in mind, this is a woman who leaves for office at EIGHT. I grunt again.

7.55AM: Wake up, check email, go bath. Come out at 8.10. Check gaia. Get dressed. Disagree with mom as I get dressed on why no one told me I was sending her to work; would it have been that difficult to have left me at least a SMS?

8.25AM: Am putting on socks and what not. Getting things to go to the office. Mom calls on my handphone while I’m brushing my teeth.

8.30AM: Send mom to work. Annoy her by doing little things, such as not letting her listen to her favourite station, answering at her smartly when she makes comments and such.

8.45AM: Reach her office, mom gets ready to go down and turns her face up for a kiss. I say “Goodbye” and look ahead. She says, “Don’t you want to kiss me?” I reply, “No.” Mom leaves.

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I can be cruel, and when it comes to my parents, especially my mom. On one hand, I DO feel guilty for being so cruel to her, especially when my dad has been cruel enough to her, but on the other, I feel angry that I’m being used again. It’s like arguing with Heal all over again; you think only of your own matters that you forget that you have other responsibilities. Even if you do, you don’t make the effort to warn them beforehand of your plans, you simply assume they will do it because you’re not there.

As for my father? Still one of the biggest assholes I know, although there’s another asshole that’s quickly moving into second place. Seriously… what kind of a guy breaks up with a girl by telling her that he doesn’t see a future with her (which is reasonable enough) BUT then tell the girl that they can still kiss/hug like they use to when they’re together? Oh yeah, the same kind of hypocrite that says that it’s ok to be friends with a Muslim but not fall in love with them.

Like everyone else, I do have a dark side. I do have a cruel side. It’s just that I don’t like showing my claws very often because I don’t want to hurt people whom I owe a debt to. In this case though… perhaps it’s time to show the other side of the sunny Gemini everyone’s used to seeing.

Yes, am referring to my dad. God knows where he is, but if the rice’s not cooked by the time he gets home he throws a fit. Yet when he’s home but heading out, and my mom and I are not around to do so, he tells me that we’ll (mom and I) should just cook the rice when we get home. AKA He’s not going to cook the rice even though he’s at home and he can do it.

“It only takes 10 minutes what. You and mom also still got to bath, cook some more.”

Then again, I’m talking about the same guy who will wait till one of his kids are at home before tossing everything into the sink and tell them to wash everything in the sink before he goes out.

And people wonder why I can’t stand my father. The hypocritical asshole.

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Galore.

I can see why the son would not want to listen to his mother. I had the same argument with my parents before this, and what really pisses me off is that the parents (or is it just the mother) did not even give the girl a chance to understand their religion before simply brushing her off. You claim to serve God, but I don’t see any serving of God. What I do see are servings of hypocrisy.

Congratulations, Angry Mum. You’re a proof of the Malay saying, “Biar mati anak, jangan mati adat.” Better for the child to die than the tradition.

And people wonder why I’m disillusioned with the Church and the people that inhabit her in general.

I’m looking at it right now above the edit box… and it does look like I’ve got a Word counter…

Ho Shit!

For a house. A house worth RM150K, nonetheless, but still… Some people…

I like this one particular picture this guy has taken. It’s rather cliche, but it’s refreshing amongst the clutter of baby pictures, patriotism, and “I’m Free cause Malaysia’s great.” Which doesn’t make sense, does it?

If you can’t find it, search for “LIM KIEN HOCK” and look out for the picture about celebrating 50 years of love. It’s sweet.