LOVING YOUR OWN COUNTRY
I passed my Japanese Beginner II last night and I felt almost heaven. This time round, I didn’t really put much effort in it – I was getting lazy, much to the disappointment of my teacher. It was a miracle that I passed with a B.
As agreed with Ann, we would go celebrating it with spaghetti and vegetarian bruschettas at the Dome. We decided to take our sense along.
Me: Ota-san sense, Dome e isshoni tabemasen ka.
(Let’s go eat at Dome)
Ota: EEEeee!! Why never tell me earlier?? Watashi wa okane ga arimasen.
(I don't have money with me)
Me: Don’t worry. Watashi wa haraimasu.
(I pay)
Ota: Eeee!! No no!
Me: Watashi wa takusan okane ga arimasu.
(I have lots of money – LOL!)
By the way I am conversing; you know I am still half past six in my Japanese. Heh!
The conversation throughout the supper was mainly in English, peppered with a bit of Japanese here and there. I learnt that my sense’s parents are also here now. They have been here for the past 4 years and applied for Malaysia: My Second Home program. They teach Ballroom dancing during their free time. The parents desire to retire here.
When I asked her, what made them chose Malaysia – she gave the answer that almost every foreigner I know would give – Malaysia is an amazing country with so many races living in harmony. We can never find this anywhere. Malaysia is such a peaceful country.
I felt that statement is true – our forefathers had fought so hard to foster unity and to draw a line of sensitivity among races. It is a tremendous effort to unite a multi-racial country.
It is disheartening to find that the country now is imposing rules on how one should show affection in public; our appointed leaders are using the media to quarrel in public; the so called distribution of wealth; the so called democracy; the brutal censorship as if we don’t have a mind of our own to discern between the good and the bad; bright students have to use the media to get into universities of their choice; the brain drain (and amusingly, they were surprised that it happened); and sadly the list goes on and on.
Despite all the flaws, I was born and raised in this country, which I have learned to love and know. If only a handful of people who tried to jeopardize the country’s unity would think rationally, if only everyone would see the uniqueness of a multi-racial country like any other foreigners do, if only everyone would adopt an open mind and respectfulness towards other people’s culture and custom, if only everyone plays a part to work towards common goal: to see the country grow healthily, rather than being over developed and lacking in social ethics and crime laden.
When my sister was in Bangkok and a fellow Thai colleague took her around sight seeing, she was very impressed with how much the Thai colleague loved her own country; she has everything positive to tell her about her country; despite the famed prostitution. I have met several Thai people – they have nothing but only pride for their own country.
No doubt, Malaysia is indeed a harmonious multi-racial country, but it would take Malaysia sometime to actually be in that state optimally – that is when all differences are set aside, being totally respectful and tactful towards each other and accept everyone as their own.
As agreed with Ann, we would go celebrating it with spaghetti and vegetarian bruschettas at the Dome. We decided to take our sense along.
Me: Ota-san sense, Dome e isshoni tabemasen ka.
(Let’s go eat at Dome)
Ota: EEEeee!! Why never tell me earlier?? Watashi wa okane ga arimasen.
(I don't have money with me)
Me: Don’t worry. Watashi wa haraimasu.
(I pay)
Ota: Eeee!! No no!
Me: Watashi wa takusan okane ga arimasu.
(I have lots of money – LOL!)
By the way I am conversing; you know I am still half past six in my Japanese. Heh!
The conversation throughout the supper was mainly in English, peppered with a bit of Japanese here and there. I learnt that my sense’s parents are also here now. They have been here for the past 4 years and applied for Malaysia: My Second Home program. They teach Ballroom dancing during their free time. The parents desire to retire here.
When I asked her, what made them chose Malaysia – she gave the answer that almost every foreigner I know would give – Malaysia is an amazing country with so many races living in harmony. We can never find this anywhere. Malaysia is such a peaceful country.
I felt that statement is true – our forefathers had fought so hard to foster unity and to draw a line of sensitivity among races. It is a tremendous effort to unite a multi-racial country.
It is disheartening to find that the country now is imposing rules on how one should show affection in public; our appointed leaders are using the media to quarrel in public; the so called distribution of wealth; the so called democracy; the brutal censorship as if we don’t have a mind of our own to discern between the good and the bad; bright students have to use the media to get into universities of their choice; the brain drain (and amusingly, they were surprised that it happened); and sadly the list goes on and on.
Despite all the flaws, I was born and raised in this country, which I have learned to love and know. If only a handful of people who tried to jeopardize the country’s unity would think rationally, if only everyone would see the uniqueness of a multi-racial country like any other foreigners do, if only everyone would adopt an open mind and respectfulness towards other people’s culture and custom, if only everyone plays a part to work towards common goal: to see the country grow healthily, rather than being over developed and lacking in social ethics and crime laden.
When my sister was in Bangkok and a fellow Thai colleague took her around sight seeing, she was very impressed with how much the Thai colleague loved her own country; she has everything positive to tell her about her country; despite the famed prostitution. I have met several Thai people – they have nothing but only pride for their own country.
No doubt, Malaysia is indeed a harmonious multi-racial country, but it would take Malaysia sometime to actually be in that state optimally – that is when all differences are set aside, being totally respectful and tactful towards each other and accept everyone as their own.
Comments
Too bad about the small number of people trying to give the country a bad rep.
yuin | Homepage | 06.13.06 – 2:32 pm | #
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this i kinda agree. malaysia is actually quite a good place to stay, if only WE get some MORE of our rights and get more busines oppurtunities, it’l be perfect. i’l cum home straight.
guy with no attitude | 06.13.06 – 4:37 pm | #
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well said on all counts
alex | 06.14.06 – 1:09 pm | #
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right! well-said thoughts!
talksmart | Homepage | 06.14.06 – 8:44 pm | #
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My brother might be visiting Malaysia this year and he is thrilled. When I was in grade nine we were taught the history of Malaysia along with that of entire South East Asia and I tend to agree with you. Present times might be a bit of setback to how great this country is but still no country is perfect. it needs to be made so. Sooner or later with the public more aware of issues, table will turn the right way. Meanwhile everybody can have faith and take pride in the homeland.
Regards,
wisemoron
wisemoron | Homepage | 06.15.06 – 12:34 am | #
case #1
One night in Bangkok my bro-in-law and I took a cab to QBar in Sukhumvit 12, I think.
The cab driver took a route that seemed unfamiliar. Seeing that the driver’s name on his taxi ID was a Thai name I exclaimed to my bro-in-law,” Ni tiu lou mei hang gor geh, m zhi ni tiu yau hai mai chuk gau ngo tei hei mai lor yau! Hahaha…”
“m zhi ni tiu yau hai mai gei lou lei ge hahaha…”, replied my bro-in-law.
When we got to Qbar the cabbie turned around and said, ‘Ni tou zhao hai Qbar”.
My bro-in-law and I paid the cabbie and then almost died laughing on the sidewalk.
case #2
I was in a lift with lil’Joe (nickname), my tattooist, going up to his office when a little Punjabi boy comes into the lift with his mother. He was conversing in Thai with lil’Joe and lil’Joe called him a Thai name.
case #3
The Blog of Brothers was on a trip to the floating market 2hrs out of Bangkok. Our tour guide was a Thai girl named Sita which happened to be one of the characters from the Thai Ramakien. No, I didn’t hit on her.
But her complexion was duskier than most Thai girls. So I asked her if she was thai-Thai. She told me that her parents emigrated to Thailand from Nepal. Apparently, her real name was even more Thai sounding and Sita was just a nickname.
Yup, in Thailand there is no Thai, Chinese, Indian or Punjabi. There is only Thai.
I live to see the day when there is no Malay, Chinese, Indian, Punjabi Dan lain-lain. There is only Malaysian.
I live to see the day when there is no racial harmony. Only Harmony.
True, Gina. It’s gonna take a long while til we get there.
stevo | Homepage | 06.15.06 – 1:00 am | #
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Right, thanks for sharing the same sentiments..
Stevo: I guess we wouldn’t want it that way; as it is the names that keep us interesting. I know in Indonesia – even if you are a Chinese, you need to have an Indonesian name. I can’t imagine if Malaysia has the same policy – using a Malaysian name. It would be tedious. Which name should we follow? Chinese names? Indian? Malay? Punjabi? Haha!
But if you ask me – if I would change my name for equal opportunities – why not? We cannot always have the cake and eat it at the same time.
Gina | 06.16.06 – 10:37 am | #
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Malay la, we live in Malaysia wat not Punjab. Tho Ashvinder Singh would make a helluva nice name heh heh…
stevo | Homepage | 06.16.06 – 8:22 pm | #
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So, shud I start addressing you as Ashvinder? Or.. Ash, for short? or maybe ASS? hahaha!
Gina | Homepage | 06.17.06 – 7:55 pm | #
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Faith. I do believe in that. No matter wat, have a lil faith in it and it makes me feel uch better.
Have faith in brasil! wahhahahhaha!
kampungkai | Homepage | 06.18.06 – 12:08 am | #
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Ah Kai: I also have faith in Brasil! Guess it is gonna be Brasil vs Germany in the end, just like 4 years ago.
Gina | Homepage | 06.18.06 – 9:20 pm | #
..and I shall address you as my brothers do, the Gina huhuhu….
stevo | Homepage | 06.20.06 – 1:14 am | #
Ash: Jeff calls me THE GINA, James is worse.. much worse.. hahah!
Gina | 06.20.06 – 9:58 am | #