Can't Help It

Can't help it. My hands are itchy that I need to write this. 

Politics has never been a dinner conversation to most people, worldwide. 

Not many enjoy sharing words on this topic. Which is fine. 

An issue that I observed in this country, one like to talk about the other, humiliate the other, yet one is not ready to be talked about and be humiliated. Be it the the opposition or the government. 

I've resided in Australia for a bit. I've seen their politics, I've experience election in a country foreign to me. Labor party openly condemn the Liberal as much as the Liberals condemn the Labor. Everyone gets equal parts of the pie; or maybe spoiled pie. 

Here in my very much loved country, the Govt. condemned the Opp. openly, but they can't bear being belittled. The Opp. criticised the Govt. as much, and they too can't be condemned. 

Come on people, if you think you are right, tell people your good rather than pointing at other's bad. 

And IF you really need to "shoot" people, get your armour ready to get a bullet pointed at you as much ammo you used to fire them. 

You like classic steak pie. Fine. But you have no right whatsoever to say those who favor sweet pumpkin mascarporne pie are wrong. People have their own stand, a ground of which a decision was made. You like savoury, they like desserts. So what? Just seat together, have dinner, chill out, and order what you want. You don't have to pick on their pies. They eat theirs, you eat yours. And have a fine dinner together. 

Two Years On

The crocs are still inexcusable. I know we dont wear shoes in masjid. But stil.. 

Teeeeheeeeeeeeeee :))))

I wanna be that size again. I will! Soon! 

I love you! Yes, you! 

Two years on and so we have a new addition to the family. Looking forward for more :) Loving you more each day. Hope to spend the rest of our lives together. Growing fond of each other everyday. I dreamt of walking by the beach, holding your wrinkled hands, 30 years on. And so you say. I love you sayang. 

Mi bebé

Happy

You're happy when your loved ones are happy.

Parents are happy to see their child happy.

A man happy to see his lady happy.

A girl happy to see her best-friend happy.

But, to what extent?

If your child is happy to eat junk food everyday, will you allow that just for the sake of happiness?

If you lady is spending beyond affordability, that nothing else left to lived on, will you let that pass in the name of happiness?

If a close friend of yours getting "peace" on drugs and alcohol, will you agree on it because he/she is happy doing it?

To a certain extent, happiness is not a right. Its a privilege.

No I'm not starting to blog again.

I just feel like it as for now.

But I know its gonna be short-lived.

The Art of Insult

Malays, by far has the worst skill at insulting people. So I've seen.

They should know stating the obvious wouldn't count as an insult.

As bad they are at insulting, they are no better at being insulted.

With any situation happening around us, instead of focusing on the core subject, Malays tend to focus on the "obvious". Calling people Cina, Keling, Melayu, Jawa, gemuk, pendek, kurus, rambut maggi, botak, hitam, hidung kembang, telinga satelit - these shouldn't; in any way be used to insult neither they are to feel insulted.

So why oh why -

• When a blogger wrote a controversial piece they called him/her "gemuk" rather than "bodoh". 
• When a celebrity got caught on a "bad" video  "Melayu Jawa" rather than "slutty". 
• When someone cause an accident they call him/her "Cina" rather than "careless" 
• When a person lied they are called "Keling" rather than "bullshit" 

Doesn't make sense.

And so no one should feel insulted when called by the physical attributes. Kau gemuk. And? Kau kurus. And? Kau hitam. And? Kau pendek. And? See, stating the obvious is by far the silliest way of insult.

So please. To insult one needs art.