Beautiful.Mind.Life

Congratulations, Dr. Sheikh Muszafar.

To hell, Malaysia.

How much did you spend for this space program? Somewhere close to a figure with 10 zeros at the back?

Oh wow! Yes, I always agree that our nation is in need of technology development. But I will never agree when you (the G) have to spend so much money to send a single person out of the orbit. Oh yes, that doctor will keep in his mind forever on his experience right now, but don’t forget, we still have poverty issues around our beloved country.

By the way, have you guys ever heard about Tan Sri Hassan Marican’s interview, saying that Petronas is so much capable of distributing to each Malaysian an amount of RM3000 but they didn’t do so as they have to hand over 77% of their profit to the G?

Well, I’ll definitely write about this, but not now. We will meet again some other time.

There has to be something that is really wrong, somewhere…but I’m not sure what and where. It has been awhile, and for quite some time of thinking and future planning, I still couldn’t find what is it.

I like what I’m doing now. But sometimes, when there is an involvement of certain personnel, it makes me sick. We have the same skin color (not exactly, but nearly), we share the same traditions, we enjoy the same taste of delicacies, we went through our childhood life playing everything but Playstation 2 (not available at that time) and we even speak the same language which is Malay, even though at some particular parts of our life, we use English. But somehow, these dogshits I’m talking about never seem to realize who they are.

They forgot the rules of respects. They speak as if they are the invaders and I am the intruder. They yell like Pharaoh, and I am a Badwi. They swear like they have no other things to say except f%^&, s$#@, a*%h#$@! and the list goes on. They give instructions and orders, not asking for help.

Who do they think they are? A king? A Prime Minister? A merciless warrior? An honorable master of human being?

Go to hell!

They are just typical Malays. Like me. A Malaysian malay. But when they have a hold of positions like engineers or any professional positions, they feel like they are the best. No, no. Actually, they are the beast. The destroyers of Malay’s politeness and humble appearance. They are destroying the language, the traditions, the delicious food, the cultures, the everything.

They are the ******** engineers!