HINDRAF - Carnage in the Country

'Tis a most controversial subject especially it involves sensitive matters within the country but what I will or might say will probably or already has been said by our politicians. It's a bit spooky to see such carnage in the streets after we've all seen violence in other countries and stuff like that on the TV and we say, "Luckily M'sia is peaceful,". This latest riot definitely reset my synapses a few good notches back and makes me grateful that our country is much more peaceful than other countries (Before this HINDRAF thing la). Sure we might have our fair share of lady boys like Thailand and drugs like in Jamaica (unfortunately, it's legal there and it ain't here) but at least we aren't participating in brainless wars over "holy land" and "against terrorism". Note that I am speaking in a sarcastic tone. Anyways, this HINDRAF thing sure was orchestrated by a rather sly fellow. Preying on man's primal and basic instincts, namely, GREED. You gotta hand it to that guy. Shit, word has it he's a lawyer. Nooowww, we didn't see something that sneaky, backhanded and sly come, now, did we? Nooooo... Whatever he said to rouse his machans up sure did work and I'm sure he compared their fate as of now to the fate of other slaves that were brought into M'sia during the old days. I think we all know what sets us apart is not only skin color and a loving for noodles or coconut oil, depending on which side you're deciding to compare with first. Anyways... This whole thing kinda screamed "REPERATIONS" in my head and I seriously couldn't help but think about DAVE CHAPELLE'S skit, the Black Reparations Skit, that is. For those who haven't watched that episode of the Dave Chapelle show, just go to YouTube and look for Black Reparations. I think you should find it. Anyways, the skit was all about the scenario of what would happen if black people got their reparations for the slavery of their forefathers. So, in Chapelle style, they've done everything a black man could've possibly done with money.

Namely,

1. Send the market into chaos by buying tons of bling-bling, fried chicken, Cadillacs ( this I don't get it) and starting record labels by the minute.
2. Buying a truckload of cigarettes
3. Quitting their jobs in fashion
4. Colin Powell bitch-slapping Dick Cheney

Nuff' said. Imagine the scenario of HINDRAF getting their way and getting their millions of dollars/pounds/ringgits. Shit. You imagine it, man. If I write this shit down, by the time the ISA's done with me, let's just say I'll never have constipation problems again. Hopefully this HINDRAF thing will be all done with and long forgotten about.

Of Senility Regarding Triviality

Alright, this morning during breakfast, after putting some butter/margarine (I don't bother with the difference anymore) on my bread, I stuck the butter knife into the butter. Done and done, a'ite? So me grandma comes along, sits down and starts lecturing me about why I shouldn't put the knife in the butter. She started saying if I couldn't put it properly, how could I study? WTF, right? SERIOUSLY. Suddenly she starts talking about how she wish she doesn't need to nag and she says hopefully she will die so she will stop nagging us and blablabla... Shit, dude. That's going over the moon, innit? I mean, if you nag us about something IMPORTANT, that would be a'ite, but for a butter knife being in the butter?! Hold on. Lemme go smash my head on the toilet seat.

*crash*

*tinkle*

*wipes debris off*

There we go. All sane again.

DUDE. COME ON. Seriously, does that ever happen to you guys? Alright, another example, back in Seri Putera, I borrowed/lent (Still can't tell which is which) a Harry Potter book to Eugene and there was this teacher, who has the uh, something uh, student related but not the "Hal-Ehwal Murid" dude but something like that. He was a large (We talking LARGE) Malay fella. Had hair that would've made Hollywood's Fashion Criminals list. Side parting that curled all the way to the back and ended in curls that looked like those wigs that judges would wear in those old Canto/TVB dramas. Couldn't speak two words of English to save his life (How did he get his JOB?! Oh right, we're in MALAYSIA. Totally forgot. Haha. Silly me) and was pretty much a senior staff member. He was our P.Moral teacher.

*groan*

The horrible memories of ranting and raving over and over about the pointless-ness of this @#$%^&* subject.

I can't really remember why or how he got hold of the book. I think Eugene was reading it in class or something. Anyways, we went later to his office and begged for him to return the book on grounds that we wouldn't do it again. Classic. His grounds on not returning it? Apparently if we couldn't follow orders now, we would be criminals in the future. In half an hour's time, our rule-breaking actions were compared to crime's most dastardly feats, ranging from snatch theft to shoplifting to rape to embassy bombings and it seems that we would be doing all this jazz in the near future if he returned it there and then. Did his dad touch him when he was a kid?! AMAZING. Terribly amazing. *sarcastic tone* I am sorry I ever insulted the Malaysian education system. It has done it's job on this fine man.

Seriously, the point is that senile people can be dickheads. Not because they want to, it's because they're senile. So, smile, ignore and pretend you're listening to your Jurassic-era relatives and teachers/lectures/tutors. It works.

*grin*

Oh yeah, one random thing that I wanted to type out before I forget. During my 2nd last day in Sunway, we went to play pool at the place above Pyramid lanes. They have rules for customers to have a certain dress code, like wearing shoes, pants and etc, etc. So, me, Altaf, Taqi and Saad went and the lady at the counter suddenly asked Altaf to stop playing as he was wearing a sleeveless top. We asked if she could borrow him a shirt to be worn so she handed him a COAT. Alright... It sure did look funny, dude in a coat, track pants and loafers playing pool. It looked something like this...

HEHEHEHEHEHHE...

I guess that's all for now. Peace out y'all.