It has been a while, since I updated this dusty blog of mine, but I guess I'm going to start back again. Twitter and this blog.
Ok...
Bazaar Ramadhan, I would actually pay a visit to this particular bazaar in USJ 4 because it's walking distance, but such a lazy person I am, I drive there. If someone wants to talk about having a culture melting pot, my take is this particular place, which happens once a year and people from all walks of life squeeze in such a narrow lane, just to get what they can get elsewhere, for much faster.
Never have I spent 20 minutes to buy myself my personal favorite, the beef murtabak. Had the nearby mamak use up 20 minutes of life waiting for a murtabak, I would have made a scene. I question myself sometimes, why I would actually wait for it in the bazaar.
My PM, Mr.Najib always stress about One Malaysia and yes, although I do hope that it will one day come true, it's nonetheless harder.
The local TV fail miserably at delivering One Malaysia through their myriad of advertisements that feature a Malay, Chinese and Indian. I personally call them MIC advertisements (no offense to the MIC political party). I shall not go into detail on the ads, but I think if you read this, you will agree.
Open houses, I believe is also not effective enough. We Malaysians have grown up to be very skeptical. Given that anything "free" is something related to politics, or so I come to believe and acknowledge.
That is why in my tweet, I wrote about One Malaysia taking place in a bazaar ramadhan.
First, nothing is free there. It's not politically motivated, because people go to a bazaar to get a meal, and get it cheaply. I have to admit, about 90% of the stalls are run my Malays and I have nothing against that, I am Chinese, and proud to be one. It's in the bazaar that racism is suddenly put aside, and the most basic of transactions take place, with no strings attached. Malays, Chinese and Indians (dan lain-lain) make their way to the stalls, and while queuing up for their turn to pay, a host of them started talking to each other, about what? I joined in...and realized that I get a tip on which stalls to visit, and where they all live and how they came to the bazaar. Trivial, but effective.
I still don't see the point in the government (sorry) wasting thousands maybe millions on campaigns and advertorials trying to promote something they want us to believe in, but as a matter of fact, it's already happening where they can't see it.
One Malaysia, if it starts now, I won't be able to enjoy the fruit of it.
Ok...
Bazaar Ramadhan, I would actually pay a visit to this particular bazaar in USJ 4 because it's walking distance, but such a lazy person I am, I drive there. If someone wants to talk about having a culture melting pot, my take is this particular place, which happens once a year and people from all walks of life squeeze in such a narrow lane, just to get what they can get elsewhere, for much faster.
Never have I spent 20 minutes to buy myself my personal favorite, the beef murtabak. Had the nearby mamak use up 20 minutes of life waiting for a murtabak, I would have made a scene. I question myself sometimes, why I would actually wait for it in the bazaar.
My PM, Mr.Najib always stress about One Malaysia and yes, although I do hope that it will one day come true, it's nonetheless harder.
The local TV fail miserably at delivering One Malaysia through their myriad of advertisements that feature a Malay, Chinese and Indian. I personally call them MIC advertisements (no offense to the MIC political party). I shall not go into detail on the ads, but I think if you read this, you will agree.
Open houses, I believe is also not effective enough. We Malaysians have grown up to be very skeptical. Given that anything "free" is something related to politics, or so I come to believe and acknowledge.
That is why in my tweet, I wrote about One Malaysia taking place in a bazaar ramadhan.
First, nothing is free there. It's not politically motivated, because people go to a bazaar to get a meal, and get it cheaply. I have to admit, about 90% of the stalls are run my Malays and I have nothing against that, I am Chinese, and proud to be one. It's in the bazaar that racism is suddenly put aside, and the most basic of transactions take place, with no strings attached. Malays, Chinese and Indians (dan lain-lain) make their way to the stalls, and while queuing up for their turn to pay, a host of them started talking to each other, about what? I joined in...and realized that I get a tip on which stalls to visit, and where they all live and how they came to the bazaar. Trivial, but effective.
I still don't see the point in the government (sorry) wasting thousands maybe millions on campaigns and advertorials trying to promote something they want us to believe in, but as a matter of fact, it's already happening where they can't see it.
One Malaysia, if it starts now, I won't be able to enjoy the fruit of it.


