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After 52 years, are we, the urban citizens, more civilised than our ‘kampung’ people?

There’s a lot of things that have happened the past 52 years. 6 Prime Ministers. One Independence. An ‘invi(si)ncible Social Contract. One May 13th Tragedy. Several Political Parties. No Sekolah Wawasan. One Majlis Amanah Rakyat (Melayu).

I don’t normally talk about politics. I hate it.

I live in a world where the PEOPLE around me loves each other beyond our race, colour, gender, culture and nationality. We are binded by LOVE and GOOD(HEARTED)WILL. We believe in upholding (not fighting) for the right causes. We are self-sufficient with great support system from the people who love us. We are spiritual and respectful of other people’s faith, belief and principles. We believe in doing good deeds to other Human Beings, Animals, and Nature.

Then, I saw the television news. And the newspapers.

I saw a different world.

One, which is divided by its own Government, all for political reasons. Power. Authority. And … Money.

I had an argument (sort of) with an acquaintance over my Facebook status which reads:-

Dear Government of MALAYsia, are you sure you’re preaching about having 1Malaysia, not 1MALAYsia? Are you sure MALAYs are the ONE ISLAMIC SUPERIOR RACE which God has granted you the rights to insult OTHER human beings with vulgar words and insulting acts?

He replied:
Its depends on how we determine this agenda..bkn semua melayu yg bertindak sedemikian ttp hanya segelintir..bila bangsa/agama lain memperkatakan ttg bangsa/agama kita..kita melayu islam hanya mampu lihat sahaja..melayu/islam di malaysia sudah terlalu byk bertoleransi dengan bangsa/agama yg lain..kita perlu hormat mereka dan mereka perlu hormat kita…Melayu hendak ke mana klu inilah saja negara kita…only my 2 cents…

Entahla H. Saya dikelilingi 80% kawan-kawan bukan Melayu dan mereka sangat sayangkan negara ini. Saya bukan defensive on my friends, but saya sedih how right now, POLITICAL PARTIES are using MALAY AND ISLAM to win agendas, not for the sake of humanity. Memang bukan salah kaum melayu sahaja, memang ada salah kaum lain. Saya ada kawan kaum India yang sendiri mengaku “some Indians are worst than Nazis”. It all depends on Individual itself, not the race, but right now, I’m refering to OUR GOVERNMENT. Who duduk di tepi apabila segelintir Melayu memijak kepala Lembu untuk insult kaum India, apabila segelintir Melayu memegang banner mengatakan DAP itu babi dan sebagainya di BULAN RAMADHAN, tetapi menangkap 15 orang India yang hanya menyalakan lilin untuk mengadakan Candlelight Vigil for the atrocious act to ridicule their faith done by the Malays.

Melayu boleh hidup di mana-mana. Selagi kita faham mengenai asal usul kita dan kita mempunyai peribadi yang dihormati orang lain. Tidak melayu hilang di dunia. Tetapi with what’s happening now, I’m sad to being a Malay when other Malays menconteng arang ke bangsa sendiri dengan berkelakuan biadap dan tidak berperi kemanusian.

He replied:
saya setuju dgn apa yg abby ckp..hal ni dh lama berlaku dlm society kita even dpn mata kita sendiri kita blh nmpk..bukan semua india/cina seburuk yg mana kita sangka same juga melayu bkn semua mcm tu..sbb tu lah setiap apa yg kita buat kita kena fikir apa effect dia pd society..abby..DAP dan rakan2 mereka lagi teruk menghentan mekayu/islam didalam artikel/journal mereka..mereka tak exposed pendirian mereka pd umum tp disebaliknya..sbb apa 15 indian tu kena tahan? apa motif nk buat majlis tu..knp mereka xnak buat di tempat ibadah mereka? kadang2 terlalu byk hidden agenda yg kita tak nmpki lihat abby…

abby..mmg melayu blh hidup dimana2 tp kita masih mencari asas tanah tumpah darah kita..melayu dah ada diseluruh dunia dan saya percaya mereka akn kembali ke Malaysia juga nnt..

“sbb apa 15 indian tu kena tahan? apa motif nk buat majlis tu”

Candlelight Vigil is usually an event where we pay grief to what has happened and light a candle of hope.

(Wikipedia defined it as “A candlelight vigil is an outdoor assembly of people carrying candles, held after sunset. Such events are typically held either to protest the suffering of some marginalized group of people, or in memory of lives lost to some disease, disaster, massacre or other tragedy.”)

That’s why we have to understand and study each other. Ilmu pengetahuan is the key element to purpose of life, that’s why God’s first commands were “Iqra’ (Read)”

Kenapa sekumpulan kaum melayu sanggup membunuh seekor kerbau (bukan menyembelihnya untuk dijadikan rezeki), mengheret kepala kerbau tersebut, dan memijaknya, DAN polis duduk di tepi dan tengok?

Kita lupa, kita bukan sahaja Melayu, TETAPI KITA ADALAH MAKHLUK ALLAH, patut mempunyai peri kemanusiaan.

DAP menghentam Melayu di dalam artikel dan jurnal dan sebagai Melayu, kita perlu berarak memegang banner yang mengatakan “DAP Macam Babi” ? Ya Allah, macam orang bodoh kan. Kita hentam je la dengan kepandaian kita, bukannya susah sangat.

Bumi Allah jadikan ni luas. Di mana sahaja kita berada, if we are honest, faithful and courteous, should be okay. Nabi Nuh pun kena berhijrah, Nabi Muhammad pun berhijrah. Apa salahnya?

He didn’t reply after that. I don’t know whether he has lost his words or he gave up thinking I’m too sekular for this conversation and that I have lost my faith in defending people from other faith.

I grew up in a very Malay environment. Although my family moved every 3 years while I was growing up and from those 7 schools I’ve been to, I have met a lot of people, I was thrown into a 100% Malay society for about nearly 11 years, from 14 years old until 25 years old. One Malay boarding school and 2 UiTM campuses.

Then of course, I worked in an NGO where it was practically sort of a government office environment, another 100% Malay environment for a whole year.

I adore 50% of the people from all my 12 years of 100% Malay environment, don’t get me wrong. After awhile of growing up and meeting A LOT OF PEOPLE, I learned to look beyond race, and see everyone as an individual. I do throw racist remarks sometimes, I am honest and I’m not a hypocrite. But, mostly not to condemn a whole race. It’s more like directly to identify a particular individual especially when I’m on the road. Although most of the time, it’s not just based on race, it’s also based on gender and other things. We are, naturally, discriminating human beings. But those were done when I’m alone and in the car, so I won’t hurt anyone and anyone won’t hear it. Thus, no damages have been made, nor hearts have been hurt.

No, it’s not the same.

Shouting “Get away dog, don’t come here” and thinking “That dog should go away, I don’t want it to come here” is different.

One is acted on. The other, is a thought. One is said outloud which will be heard and can be used as an evidence, one, is … intangible and unknown.

Yes, call me a coward.

Valentine’s Day, February 14th 2006. I was mugged. I was mugged at knife-point, on a deserted pedestrian bridge and got a scratch from it on my wrist. I got mugged in 5 minutes. BUT, it took me 2 police stations and nearly 2 hours to lodge a police report, where in the end, the Inspector in Charge told me “Kita akan tunggu lagi beberapa report daripada kawasan tersebut sebelum kita ambil tindakan”. I was initially reluctant to lodge the report because it was already 10.30pm, I was partially traumatised and tired from crying, but my dad said, the perpetrator used a weapon and being an army officer, an official of national security himself, he advised me, that’s the only civic thing to do, because this mugger might, in the future, hurt someone.

Then, we heard, rumours of a protest, and only based on rumours, not that the rumour actually took place, dozens of police stationed for road blocks for no apparent reason, which caused some people to probably be late for important meetings, lose chances to score a job interview, and ambulances to get to the hospitals a minute too late.

I was triggered to write this post because I just revealed an incident to my friend that happened to me a few weeks back.

I was walking back to my car from the office around 8ish pm. I passed by a dark parking lot at Jalan Tun Sambanthan to get to my car which I parked near Jalan Vivekananda off Jalan Tun Sambanthan. So, as I was walking in the dark untarred parking lot, I heard someone whistled calling for my attention. There under the shaded parking space, 2 policemen and 2 civilians were sitting nearby a motorcyle parked there. One of the policeman called for me to stop from afar while his friend walked to me. When he came near me, I noticed his “Polis Integriti” badge.

Policeman: Ni nak pergi mana ni? Dari mana?

Abby: Errr … ke kereta. Dari ofis.

Policeman: Orang mana?

Abby: Errr … Malaysia?

Policeman: Minta I/C

Abby: (struggling to get I/C from bag) Kenapa ni?

Policeman: Nak check.

*hands in I/C*

Policeman: Hurm … Nurol Akma …

Abby: Nak tengok lesen memandu sekali ke?

*Policeman showed annoyed face*

POliceman: Awak tengah memandu ke sekarang? Orang minta elok elok, jangan la kurang ajar.

Abby: Takde la, saja tanya kalau nak check.

*policeman hands back the I/C*

Policeman: Nah.

I grabbed it and walked away furiously.

I should’ve taken his ID number, and asked for the purpose of them stopping me. But I was too tired from work to even bother and already mad because I was stopped like an immigrant in my own country.

So ………….

It’s sad to be a Malaysian in this country we call home.

It’s sad and confusing especially for me. I fear reading the news because from where I stand, I saw a nice greeny meadow with people playing kites, dancing to music, hugging each other and having fun, and when I read the news, it’s another realm of fighting, cursing, insulting and to one point, bloods might be shed for this crazy battle of claiming ownership over this land.

Ini bumi tempat tumpah darah kita. Tetapi KITA means orang yang dilahirkan di Bumi Malaysia, orang yang sayangkan Bumi Malaysia. Ini bukan hanya BUMI MELAYU. Ini BUMI MALAYSIA.

If we’re attacked by a foreign enemy, Do you think we have enough Malays to defend our country? Some of them might be scared shit and stay quietly at home because they’re helpless little scared shitholes.

Okay …

Maybe I just wait for the Government to send me to exile in Seychelles island so I can be a country-less island hottie without having to spend on travel agents. 😉


In a country’s term of ‘Merdeka (Independence)”, it means ‘self-sufficient’, not ‘freedom’. For the people, it’s just a change of government because no matter what, we are still being ruled and our voices will not be heard. Putting the skeptic aside, I am wishing you the freedom of not having fear to speak up for who you are and your rights on this day. And let peace and love be the ruling constitution of our soul. HAPPY FREEDOM DAY! Enjoy the day with your loved ones!

Are you feeling free???

So, Malaysia have been freed for 50 years. But of course, if we do a lot of thinking, as proven we are independent from any colonialisation, we are still colonised in some ways, say MTV, Hollywood and Bollywood for instance.


Though I’m not gonna dwell much on that.


Apparently I haven’t been updating much. When I met my x-schoolmates, they told me that I’ve been like a very busy person. When I’m not actually busy. But my mind was full of thoughts. I have been thinking so much these days. Dwelling on memories I shouldn’t have, thinking about my future undertakes and at the end of the day, I sat alone quietly.


These days, I’m very much into updating my Flickr and Facebook. Yes, am addicted to both. Facebook apparently features a lot of my matured friends, who are mostly above 27, and Flickr features most of the wackos from different backgrounds who are passionate in photography.


So, this portal will only be updated with thoughts and poetry. Which means only when I’m poetically inspired or when I found my muse. If not, I’ll only be available on Flickr and Facebook.


I know I am now disappointing some of my readers, but I think this is just a phase. I’m sorry.


Owh … its September … and we started off September with such a great start.


First, the KLickr Merdeka Shoot, although I was separated with the rest of the group, but we followed our glamour board a.k.a. Anna Rina’s boyfriend, we went the other way before getting back with the group. But at least I’ve make it up to them since I missed the Flickr party at Maison last Tuesday. Great meeting Erna and Mysara back after awhile. And the whole wacko people that made me smile and made the body ache worthwhile!!!


The next day, despite the body ache, I went to Tina’s engagement and met the girls, Lilia, Tazz, Roxie, Dayana and Surya (with respective spouses, hehehe). Its great to see them after awhile. Sorry babes, for not being able to join you guys, becos I’ve made prior engagement. You know me, I don’t do spontaneous hangouts if I’ve fixed my calendar. Sorry. Next time ok. We wait for Alin.


After that, on the night of 1st september, we went to the Wine Room to watch my beloved songbird sing. Although she wasn’t feeling well, the moment she stepped on the stage, magic happened and of course, she looks gorgeous as ever! Thanks to ATILIA (my fav. babe), Muid, Eka, Ibah,, Naufal, Naddy and Moya. Plus my other new friends who I met there, Donna, and Nora (with her entourage), not forgetting bumping into my sis Yongie and my brother-in-law Malik during our mamak hangouts.


To all, I love you for kickstarting September with lots of Good Vibes!