We are all connected

I feel compelled to write about this issue. Actually i want to keep it for independence day, but i think maybe now is the right time.

"We are all connected" - Peter Petrelli

Yes, we are all connected, linked with an invisible thread but we never care. What we care with our naked eyes, with our heartless heart are hatred, differences, colour, race, pride and so many things. Have you ever thought, why we are different? It because the world will be more colorful and interesting that way. And even though we are different we are yet similar. It's so frustrating when we are Malaysian, but we fight each other. Even more disappointing, we claim we are Muslim but we curse each other. How different can we be just because I am Malaysian and you are Indonesian. Please stop the anti Malaysia and anti Indonesia thing.

Let me tell you my story:
My father is Indonesian and my mother is Malaysian. They got married and have three children. My father named us:

1. Amalina
2. Atikah Malina
3. Ashaari Malina

If you notice, all my siblings have MALINA in our name. I once asked my father why he named us so. He proudly said :

MAL for Malaysia
INA for Indonesia

How' that?
So why do we fight? We are brothers.
If there are bad issues let the authorities solve it. They are chosen to do so, we just hope for the best.

And for the non-bumis, years before, i was not recognized as bumiputera because of my father's nationality. And you know, my mother has to spend thousands just for text book and school fees. and it sux. However, now i know that I'm bumiputera, it doesn't make any differences at all. It's still the same. If you work hard enough you will go forward and those who doesn't will be left behind. But still there are some Malays that think they are special so they don't have to struggle. It's really annoying. Hello people, please wake up. you are not special.

And for Iranian, please don't fight just because of political issues. Please realize who your real enemy are . Damn it, I'm so tired of these issues. All of these just show how idiot we are. You shed tears but others laugh at you. How sad.

As conclusion, my favorite song:

Peace for all..

CalciYum

Ada satu perkara ni memang selalu sangat terjadi pada aku. Dari tahun ke tahun asyik berulang-ulang je. Tapi takpe, aku redha sajalah. Nak buat macam mana, dah memang kenyataan.

Jadi, aku cerita yang baru-baru ini sajalah:

Kes 1
Lokasi: Kelas karate
Bila : Tengah tunggu sensei

Aku : Dik, sensei sampai dah ke?
Budak perempuan: Belum. Kak, akak TINGKATAN berapa?
Aku : *tersenyum (perasan awet muda).Tekalah
Budak perempuan: Tingkatan 3
Aku : Salah. Akak dah 22 tahun (dengan hati berbunga-bunga sambil tersengih-sengih)
Budak Perempuan: La yeke. TINGGI nak dekat sama je dengan saya.
Aku : *Cet punya budak. Perli nampak

Kes 2
Lokasi: Kenduri doa selamat
Bila : selesai makan, nak salam dengan makcik tuan rumah

Mak Aku : Ha.. Ni la anak sulung saya.
Makcik Tuan rumah: Belajar mana, TINGKATAN berapa?
Aku & Mak aku : *tersengih2
Mak Aku : UIA, tahun 2.
Makcik Tuan Rumah: Oo.. Tingkatan 2
Mak Aku : Bukan, tua dah, 22 tahun.
Makcik Tuan Rumah: Lailahaillallah...
Aku : *sengih jelah..

*Sigh
So apa yang boleh aku buat, sabo jelah. Yela, dah ayah dan mak aku bagi recessive trait untuk tinggi, terima jelah seadanya.



Apsal la Calciyum tak wujud lagi time aku muda2 dulu.