Negaraku...

So today I went (more like tagged along because of a bribe) with my parents to Pasar Seni (Central Market). It has been more than 10 years since I went, the place has really changed. But that's not the point of this post.

It's about the attitude of the Malaysian people. I don't know what your parents taught you, but mostly, the Malaysian people nowadays have no courtesy. Mostly, not all.

As for example, taking the LRT which is crowded. There are signs that notify you of the special seats for the elderly, the disabled and the pregnant ladies. The notifications are there for a reason. They are not decorations to make the inside of the car look cartoon-ish.

My mom and dad are old people (if my mom reads this, she would be angry). So like, they actually qualify for those seats. But no, we young Malaysians are too lazy to stand up, we let the old people stands. Luckily, a Japanese guy gave his seat to my mom, and a Nepalese guy gave his seat to my dad. Unluckily, the Japanese guy's girlfriend said something that I understood. Unfortunately.

"Mareshia jin, ii hito janai"

Which, if all those animes taught me correctly, translates to:

"Malaysian people are not good people"

or can also be:

"Malaysians are jackasses"

depending on how extreme your emotional level is.

A few stations ahead, a couple came in with a baby. This one guy of Certain race looked at them, and looked at me with his stupid looking face (well, not stupid face, but I brand people who are jackasses stupid all the same) and continue sitting on his fat ass. Lucky for the couple, an Indian guy (from India because he was speaking Hindi with his friend) pulled the husband (as he was the one carrying the baby) and gave him his seat. Another guy of Certain race then continued playing with his iPhone4 feeling satisfied someone gave up their seat for the couple so he didn't have to

On the way back, the same shit happened. Luckily, a few people from the Eye race gave their seats to my parents as soon as we came into the car. While a girl from a Certain race pretended to sleep in her seat; the one specially prioritized for the *refer above*. The most jackass thing about this girl is that she covered her face with her long hair (so she could hide her face) while pretending to be asleep. I'm 150 thousand percent sure she was pretending to be asleep because when we arrived at her station, she jumped on her feet with a fresh face. Oh and that stupid smirk. God, I wish hitting a total stranger for their jackassness isn't a crime.

And don't even get me started on My race. The train is like a private room for them to make out. And give a cock/bitch stare at anyone who even accidentally caught a glimpse of their indecent behaviour. These people lack the courtesy to hide their ugly, cellulite filled thighs and stretch-marked belly from the public. And had the audacity to "pegang-pegang, raba-raba, ramas-ramas" in the train. Oh, and the excessive littering (mostly cigarette butts), spitting and whatever shit they think they can freely do.

I'm not sure whether these people, if you can call them people at all, were taught at home like that, or at school, or they ran away from home and/or skipped school. But to be SUCH jackasses *shakes head*. Makes me kind of mad that they are the citizens of the same country as me.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a good character either. But at least I have this courtesy as I want people to treat me. It's a selfish thing, I know. But still...

Lying

I watched the movie "The Invention of Lying" today. I know, I know, it's an old movie. But hey, I just discovered it, so sue me.

In that movie, everyone tells the truth no matter how harsh it is. But somehow, the protagonist of the story was able to tell a lie after he had a very hard day. So he lied and lied to everyone about everything.

Except for the one part, when the woman that he really loves asked about something. He didn't lie. Near the end of the story, he told the woman that the reason he "did not say the thing that was not" was because "it wouldn't count".

So, that brings us to my story. The man did not lie to the person that matters because it wouldn't count. It's just the same for me. I might, [stress on the might] lie to anyone else, but I did not lie to her. I may avoid the question, but I did not lie. Because she matters, to me.

But I've known for a fact that she always lie to me. This is because we share the same circle of friends. And some of her jackass friends are harassing me with stories of her. Also, there is her bad habit of saying "uhh" before lying.

So in the end, I don't matter to her?

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley
1849-1903

Watch Over You

Even if I can’t see you…

Even if we are separated far apart…

I’ll always be watching you.
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I'll watch over you forever.

Thinking Of You

Well I know they say all good things,
Must come to some kind of ending,
We were so damn good, I guess we never stood a chance,
Go on and find what you've been missing,
And when that highway's tired of listening,
You'll see I'm not that easy to forget.

When a new moon shines through your window,
Or you hear a sad song on the radio,
And you don't why, but you just start to cry,
Or you're driving around on a sunny day,
And out of nowhere comes a pouring rain,
And a memory hits you right out of the blue,

That's just me, thinking of you.

I'm not gonna try to stop you,
But that doesn't mean I don't want to,
If I know you, you've already made up your mind,
So, go on and go, if you're really leaving,
Put a million miles between us,
But you still feel me, like I'm right there at your side.

When a new moon shines through your window,
Or you hear a sad song on the radio,
And you don't why, but you just start to cry,
Or you're driving around on a sunny day,
And out of nowhere comes a pouring rain,
And a memory hits you right out of the blue.

That's just me, thinking of you.

And I'm thinking about the roads you're on,
I'm thinking about you coming home,
I'm wondering if you got your radio on.

When you find your way to another town,
And someone tries to lay you down,
And a feeling hits you right of the blue.

That's me, thinking of you.

That's just me, thinking of you.

Dark

1st post of Two Zero One One.

What is it with today? Most of my friends posted something that kinda hit me on the head.

For example, someone posted the video of Immortality from Celine Dion and Bee Gees. The first paragraph(?) [what word is it to use for parts of a song?] really hits me. Brings back memories from this one time.

And then after that, somebody posted:

There are times when I fall in love with someone new. But I always seem to find myself back in love with you. Because that someone is not you..

This is true for me for several occasions. For the many cute girls that had come and gone. I can never forget her. I tried. I know it's not fair for the person I'm lucky enough to be with later [should God gives me the chance] but I can never not love her. Her eyes, hands and her warm smile. They're my treasure.

.........haih

Bad Day....?

Was thinking of skipping class when a classmate called and asked to sign his attendance for him and a meeting would be held after the class wold have ended.

Ended up going to the class that was canceled unannounced.

Fine then, tried to meet with a lecturer about another assignment's matter.

Ended up going to his room to find out that he was actually on leave.

Oookay, let's get a meeting with academic advisor.

Ended up going to his room to find out that he was actually on leave.

Fine then, let's throw a tantrum on the lower ground of the faculty.

Ended up being witnessed by the girl that I really adore.

It's not even noon. Can this day get any worse?