Hope

this year has been a year of hope in so many ways...

March 8th Malaysians all around showed that there was still HOPE for this country...hope that it could change...hope that it would change...n that day the politcal landscape of malaysia at least was changed forever...

November 4th Americans showed the whole world that there was still HOPE for change when they voted for Obama as the 44th president of the United States...n in his speech..he spoke of change n of hope...n even though he addressed the nation of america, the people of the world listened and heard him...

n they started to hope again as well...

November 7th as if in response to the hope of billions renewed jst a few days back, Malaysian Judge Syed Ahmad Helmy Syed Ahmad gave new hope to all Malaysians by freeing our beloved Raja Petra Kamarudin from the detention of the dreaded Internal Security Act...

this Act has never been stood up against...it has been used in the worst of ways...

but now...finally...this brave Malaysian has proven this Act to be not as invincible as people thought...he has given us hope that things can, are, will change...

November 7th Malaysian Judge SM Komathy Suppiah showed Malaysians that she will not stand for people meddling in the justice system..she ordered that Anwar's trial remain in the Sessions Court n not be moved to the high court, which was initiated by a person whose motives were unclear...

she has given us hope...

this year...it hasnt been easy...but at least we have something to hope for...n its not false hope...its a true hope...a genuine hope...one that can become reality...one that is already becoming reality...

What Does It Mean To Be Malaysian

It means...

nasi lemak for breakfast, banana leaf for lunch and pan mee for dinner...or

roti canai for breakfast, chicken rice for lunch and ramly burger for dinner...or

half-boiled eggs & porridge for breakfast, nasi kunyit rendang ayam for lunch and chapati for dinner...

It means...

never going hungry at 3a.m. thanks to the local mamak stall

It means...

having open houses at all religious festivals...

to see the "malays" and "indians" infesting a "chinese" house during chinese new year...

to see the "malays" and "chinese" infesting an "indian" house during deepavali...

to see the "chinese" and "indians" infesting a "malay" house during hari raya...

It means...

growing up with alan chan as my left neighbour and ahmad zaki as my right right neighbour...

running around with them in the field after school without bothering what colour their skin is...

It means...

having learnt english and bahasa malaysia in school...

yet my everyday sentences are filled with faitit, kaotim, sapede, tani, giddah, chakde and many others...

It means...

having a brotherhood that would kill and die for each other...

but is made up of "indians", "chinese" and "bidayuhs"...

It means...

standing together as one nation during elections to shout out loud in a voice by the actions of...

a "malay" voting for a "chinese", a "chinese" voting for an "indian" and an "indian" voting for a "malay"...

It means...

a "chinese" girl in a baju kebaya, a "malay" girl in a punjabi suit and an "indian" girl in a cheongsam...

a "chinese" dude in a jippa, a "malay" dude in a samfu and an "indian" dude in a baju melayu...

It means...

choosing to die for MALAYSIA...

not CHINA or INDIA or MALAYA...but MALAYSIA...

I was born in this blessed country...i was raised in this country...n i love this country...sure its not perfect...but can u tell me which country really is perfect?

"the perfect person does not exist and neither does the perfect nation. all that exists are perfect intentions"

p/s: all the races are in " " because in actual essence they are all Malaysian but are unfortunately classified by the home country of their ancestors...