When coffee keeps me awake

I drank a large cup of ying yong Hongkie coffee + tea at almost 10 pm and now the brew is keeping me awake.

So, I got plenty of time to crap because I have finished all my advertorial and things to do.

On Mederka (damn how do I spell Merdeka?) day, I was ambitious enough to want to find teens to interview. We went to the Ecofun park and I took my video and tripod along. I am lousy with interviewing strangers because I hate walking up to people and begged for interview.

Chey…I am the 5xmom. People come to me to be interviewed, not I go beg, you know? *use thumb to flick nose while chew on toothpick* I asked several young adults and no one dared to talk to the camera! I even sembang with a group of mat rempits from Kedah, with their nice bikes and nice hairdo. We enjoyed our conversations. Usually, the sad thing is poverty or the lack of money drove them to do crazy stunts.

This girl selling jagung is sooo pretty. I am not sure she is Malay or what but she is pretty. Sometimes, I wonder why some of these really pretty girls did not make use of their beauty while those fugly ones go parading around like they are so pretty likedat. Hmmm… If I am born so pretty, I will probably spend time to hook a rich man, get married, get properties and then, recycle, reuse and so on. See? That’s why God made me not so pretty or else to many recycling and reuse haram wei.

I am kind of sad that our country has such a great divide. The Chinese kids cannot speak Hokkien wor. I thought they are from other states but no, from Bukit Mertajam. I asked them can speak English. Cannot. BM? Cannot. Tiu, what kind of Penangites lah? How can they don’t know how to speak Hokkien but only Mandarin? So, I lazy go sembang with kids who cannot speak Hokkien, BM or English but only Mandarin. Thinks we live in China meh?

I ended up with no ‘Visi Mederka’ video because you know what? None of the teens give a shit to Mederka. They don’t care, don’t know. I hope somehow, someone will start to give them a sense of belonging. Many of them are disconnected.

The Malays stick to the Malays. The Chinese cloistered together. The Indians huddled together. They do not see they are Malaysians.

Our sense of patriotism has dissipated. On Mederka’s eve, I attended Sunday mass. It is customary for us to sing Negaraku and I always felt so in awe when I reached the Tuhan kurniakan…As a videographer, I still pause and stand in full attention during Negaraku if the state event plays it. It is the right thing to do. Forget about holding tripod or shooting, it is just a few minutes of paying homage to our beloved country.

But many of the people in church were standing with their arms folded, their arms behind their backs, their hands on the pew and etc. I was silently cursing, “HOI, stand in attention lah. Hands by the side, head straight. Small time teacher never teach you meh?”

My little boy at least gave me a decent answer when I asked him ‘What is Mederka?’ He said, Flagsss..lotss of flagsss…..We bought him the flag in the first photo for the answer. But of course, he wanted the flag not because he is aware of the significance of the Malaysia flag. He is just amused with the changing lights of the flag stick.

Still, I can’t get over how our school children are so much divided into their races. At least my sons still have friends from other races and not just cloistered into their Mandarin speaking friends (not that they speak Mandarin LOL). I think I must bring this issue to my #1 fan. No, I mean my #1 idol. Hehehe.

It is scary to think that we will one day be so distant from each other eventhough we are all Malaysians. Then, where are we going to find so many pig heads, cow heads, (eh, what’s offensive to Chinese ah?) to parade around leh?