I received an email from MRSM’s buddy containing photographs of protest held in Jakarta at Malaysian’s Embassy. The email lacks date and time of the protest but surely have some damning pictures for us to see.
I try to hold my tongue silent on Jakarta’s boiling rage against her Kuala Lumpur’s counterpart. However, these pictures make that feeble attempt impossible.
I haven’t had the time to read about Ambalat water/territorial dispute in its entirety, therefore I leave the issue until the next posting.
As to the bizarre love affair between Mahora and the Kelantan’s royalty, I have no comment on that too, except: she’s 17 and pretty while he’s rich. You do the maths.
In my country’s defense, I admit the treatment accorded to poor Siti Hajar was inhuman if not downright evil. Whoever has the capacity to hurt another human that way needs a serious mental therapy. For that I apologise on behalf of my country.
Neither am I going to remain silent on the millions (or should I write ‘billions’ instead?) of Malaysian Ringgit the Indonesians have been raking in the name of better employment here. And that millions – I stand to be corrected – does not in any way boost their flailing economy in the slightest?
What about the families who eat with their maids at the same table, day in and day out? What about the families who bring their maids together with them on expensive holiday? Give them a raise, treat them like part of the family and walk the extra mile to help the maids’ family in Indonesia? That – hardly surprising though – goes unnoticed.
In this unfair world we live in, we must learn to co-exist beyond the boundaries of colours, religion and nationality. I love my country, warts and all, and I will not tolerate anyone talking rubbish about it. So, my Indonesian friends (who undoubtedly make better music all the bloody time), stereotyping is not cool, okay?
And what’s with the open burning man?? Have mercy on the environment.