Tuesday, November 17, 2009
This is in regards of what happened today. You know, the utter humiliation I endured while you chastised me in front of a whole classroom filled with my colleagues when I did nothing apparently wrong but a mere side discussion REGARDING your X-Ray which I thought was a too miniscule of a problem to be discussed in your esteemed presence.
Sure, it some context, I am at fault for talking while you yourself were explaining something to an Egyptian student but me expressing my own interest in the topic that you have been divulging about is not a crime that should be punished in a group of my own associates.
If my minor offence is deemed a crime deserving of capital punishment, I would like to bring your attention to the fact that my so called abomination is practiced by every other Egyptian student there are.
Each and every one.
So me being singled out, out of the hundreds that have committed the same crime, in lectures, in everybloodywhere I say that's discrimation of the highest degree.
You might not evidently dislike me because I'm Malaysian, but your nitpicking sure does paint a whole mural of prejudice.
And by the way, if you are wondering why I creating such a havoc with my side chatter, I was just telling my other friend how the wedged area is a necrotic tissue due to an infarction.
And I was right wasn't I?
But I chose not to argue with your cause I am trying to portray this image of feminity and shed my boisterous, argumentative ways.
Oh, how much I wanted to bicker with you, in front of everyone, but who loses at last?
Cause I'll be known as the girl who fights authority, the girl who's unfit to be courted, the trouble maker and disrespectful to her elders.
Maybe you were having a bad day, but having it manifest into this shallow and stoic attitude will not do any of us any good.
You'll probably have a laugh about it and will it atone to anything besides a few chuckles?
I am not your subordinate for you to dictate whether I can talk or not.
I am not your superior for you to drop to your knees and apologize.
I am however a student yearning to be taught, opening my heart and soul to this while you are my doctor, who's suppose to be the epitome of reliability and trust.
Guess, that's gone now.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
You're no longer in Kuala Lumpur, let alone Malaysia.
But for the sake of my education, my independence, and my laziness to continue A-Levels in Sunway *GAH, I hate A-Level Chemistry. Die vile thing... DIE!!!*, I decided to suck it up and stay in Mansoura, the town where their favourite words include "Honga bonga", "What is your name?" and "Apa khabar? (Get a thesaurus you douchebags)
However, today, after almost of a year of planting my feet onto the soil of Mansoura, I have seen that miracles do come true. Globalization is as it's name suggest, misses no country, no city and no town. This includes the "Kuala Lumpur 70-years-ago and if everyone spoke Arabic and had no fashion sense" Mansoura.
According to a Semester 5 senior, this miracle building was ready about a month ago, a couple of weeks before I arrived. It was like they knew! They knew that I was going to blow my brains out from the lack of technological progress that this country oh-so-needs and they saved me from my impending suicide *this is a joke, just kidding, I'm not at all depressed*
Anyway, wondering what is this sensational miracle I'm talking about?
I give you...
Yes, bow to the Awadalla, you mere mortals.
Haha, it's the first large supermarket (or hypermarket) in Mansoura.
I've found my new hangout place :)
*Yes, we are that pathetic*
When Dora and I got there, we were ECSTATIC.
Like how I felt when I saw the snow capped mountains of Kyoto.
Except this was like a liberation from this archaic town that has probably seen it's fair share of history in the making.
So we all entered *after taking pictures like idiots* into the hypermarket, and I literally gasped.
Ah, so many things.
So properly arranged, so mannered, so bloody unbelievable.
I could feel myself literally swelling up with pride thinking;
"Hey, this dead town still has some life to it"
I bought a piping kit *to make cupcakes* and some other rubbish that swindled more money from me.
We *Dora, Farah, Baby, Fira and me* hung out at the bakery, where the annoying waiter kept trying to convince us that he loves us Malaysians.
Ooh, and we had cheesecakes.*Yes, I know I'm suppose to be on a diet, but you shall not deny yourself fruits of God's miracles! :P*
The place reminds me of Carrefour, the one I use to go to in Wangsa Maju when I was younger. The place where I would scramble to find a baju kurung for Eid cause my mum forgot to send the cloth to the tailor. Good times :)
This is a good step for you Mansoura.
More progress leads to a better global recognition of this small but educationally potent town.
Hopefully one day, we'll come back, old and cracked, to the land of Mansoura...
To see a small, glimmering neon light in green that says.
Pelita Nasi Kandar.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
We should counter non-Muslims in the most violent ways possible, kill them or force convert them so that we can eliminate the non-believers and create a utopia of a violent, sexist, anti secularist.
Groups like the Taliban and Jemaah Islamiyah are Islamic movements that defend the foundation of Islam, shielding it from all Zionist movements that threaten the growth of Islam.
Noordin Mat Top, Saddam Hussein and Mohamed Atta were martyrs for willing to die in the name of Islam, to celebrated and honoured as jihadist.
One friend was trying justify the actions of the recently deceased Nordin Mat Top just the other day.
Religion is very sensitive subject, but I really must have my say.
I am a very open person.
You can directly insult me...
And I'll let you have your say cause this is a free world, and what you say, your thoughts are the product of your upbringing and influence.
Denying you that right of expression would be infringing the very right of free speech.
But it's my right as well to have a point of view that is...
I've never heard such bullshit in my life.
Like an excerpt from the The Kite Runner,
There is no reason, absolutely no reason to kill a person, for your own intentions.
You might be disilllusioned by a purer belief and delude others with this so-called genuine motive of yours.
You kill, you destroy and you spread destruction among others and expect for your message of peace and enlightenment to be spread?
When you kill others, innocent bystanders, mothers of now orphan children, fathers of a now turmoiled families, and offsprings of now grieving parents, you contradict the basis of this religion who's main message is about unity, harmony and tranquility.
We are so obsessed with "showing the world what we're made of" and "proving our mettle to the West" that we forget the intention of Islam.
Jihad or al-jihad fi sabil Allah (striving in the way of Allah) has been so misconstrued that when people hear Jihad, it strikes a fear in their hearts that takes ages, decades and even centuries to diminish.
Jihad has evoked the image of war, bloodshed, sorrow, grief, anger and hate. Islamophobia is a disease that we ourselves have unintentionally spread with our blatant of use of fear and violence to spread our message.
Action always speaks louder than words, even if you scream Allahu Akhbar or Bismillah over and over again, it is what you do that will be etched in the memory of the world, the cries of innocents, the scars of unhealable wounds, and streams of tears that seem to flow endlessly.
Of course not.
Like the recent shooting at Fort Hood in Killeen,Texas, perpetrated by a Army doctor, Major Nidal Malik Hasan, a devout Muslim, and allegedly shouted Allahu Akhbar before going on a shooting rampage.
Sometimes, I really am worried about the stupidity of people nowadays.
Here is a man who obviously is very educated, very aware about the prejudice and stigma of being a Muslim in the US and probably hurt the efforts of every other anti-defamation group for the last... millenium?
I do not in any right condone the horrific murders also being committed by Israelites, the massacring of Palestinians or the unlawful killings of Iraq's Shia' population.
But that's just because I do not condone killing. Be it by the Muslims, the Jews, the Christians, etc.
I really hope peace talks between any warring parties will commence as soon as possible because it'll I really cannot bear anymore watching little kids crying and wandering aimlessly, staring upon their dead mothers, then only to be silenced by a stray bullet to the head.
God help us all.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
"Have you checked your JPA results? I didn't get it"
I fumbled and scoured for my phone, went online, entered my IC number and pressed enter...
A few heartwrenching seconds later...
My initial reaction was probably, shock.
The most mindboggling part is that, other people, more deserving people, also failed to receive the scholarship. (Mythbuster style ;) )
a) Not good enough marks? (debunked cause the mumtaz girl in our class also didn't get it)
b) Not qualified financially?(also debunked cause a guy who's parents are blue collared workers)
c) We live in KL (plausible... half the people who got it did live in KL including the mumtaz girl)
d) I went to a private school (plausible, the mumtaz girl... she was from a private school as well before going to MRSM)
e) We didn't go to a boarding school (debunked, cause another fellow failure went to a prestigious all girl's boarding school in Putrajaya)
So Mr. Malaysian Government, if you're reading this..