بهاس ملايو، بهاس اكو ماكين هيلڠ

Tracing history as far as miles could go, i could not but help listening to elder generations whom have have always quoted ' u know young man, Pak Ali missed those day when Muthu, Chong and Pak Ali would go to the river and bathe together and had not a single sentiment amongst us'

Looking and pondering upon this, i came to a standstill (every so often) that there was a time in history there was no racial sentiments. Everyone seems to be happy mixing and cordially talking to one another with the most fond of love.

But, as wheel has its ups and downs so is the life and turn over that is faced by the younger generation; our generation really.

There are times i ponder the crux of the problem Does racial sentiment exist due to the kiasu attitude, the deceits and putar-belit norms or the rights and privileges that some enjoy ( though in truth many of its have been stripped off and abused by corrupted and wine deranged buffoons ).

an hour discussion on this would not only produce a million reasons and a billion solutions, but a pathetic and disappointing implementation.

Melentur buluh biarlah dari rebungnya" Yes, u may and can an old dog a new trick, but why waste time when time is money and procrastination is worst of vices. It is time to inculcate in the minds of the adolescents the sense of being a truly Malaysian.

I adore the Baba and Nyonya as they speak fluent and conversant Bahasa Malaysia. And, we still find some others who find speaking in Bahasa passe and nausea-tic ( kindly note there is no such thing in the God save the Queen language as nausea-tic)
If the in Indonesia we find the non-Malays speaks Bahasa so jolly good well, even better to a certain extend in comparison to Malay in our soil. My dearly beloved soil,Malaysia.

This come from a very disheartening event where Mr A as Malaysian, could hardly speak in Bahasa. Then i asked him, were you abroad all this while? in a very cynical and sarcastic manner he replied nope, is just i find Bahasa is off no use. I was first mad and furious, but showing anger and punch on the face is not at all the custom of a Malay. So, i 'smack' him in a more gentlemanly style and replied ' my, what a shame, you ought to change your citizenship. After all, in this economic uncertainty, having you off another planet would be a blessing. Indeed, at the end of the day, if you dont love the national language why enjoy pillaging its resources' ( well, the thing is, being sarcastic is not hard at all for me, it was in fact a service i provide for free and a leisure i splendidly enjoy). Mr A turn red and was rather furious. Avoiding conflicts and unnecessary battery, i became a man of a few words and walked off after a au grande cynical smile.

As walk, i lit up my Marlboro ( and yes, i am a smoker trying to quit - say TAK NAK) and keep on bogging on my mind whether to blog this. I guess, you know the answer.

And yes while writing this (typing would be the appropriate word) blog, i'm having a cup of coffee and tuning to ABBA compilations.