Hope to see you there! My contact number is 0133500771 for anyone who needs more information.Bestest regards,
Azrin
Tuesday, 23 December 2008
All I want for Christmas is YOU
Happy note! I am getting married this christmas. I am very sorry for not posting this sooner, it has been a very busy schedule for us so far. So to anyone whom I may have missed (which happens to be alot now), please receive this invitation on both our behalves.
Hope to see you there! My contact number is 0133500771 for anyone who needs more information.
Bestest regards,
Azrin
Hope to see you there! My contact number is 0133500771 for anyone who needs more information.Bestest regards,
Azrin
Thursday, 11 December 2008
Sunday, 7 December 2008
Monday, 1 December 2008
Of Loyalty, Race Supremacy and Yoga
Hey everyone, seemed like I was taking a break from blogging. It did seemed to me that blogging is a way to express myself in ways i normally would not do. When i am happy i tell my friends, so when i am sad i write in my blog. Lately there's nothing much to be sad about, so that's why the blog remain untouched. Although life has a funny way to push me back into writing, and regret i do not feel in writing this entry.
So here we are again, yapping away at the cause of race supremacy. They always say, the first step of recovery is to admit there is a problem. When we realise we have a problem, we can try to fix it. So when there is no problem, there is nothing to be fixed, and all will remain as it is. So what is our problem anyway?
I am not a fond student of history, and i have a reason to believe that history doesnt really fancy me as much. But what i do know, empires which rise to greatness, often stumble at the end, all because of small issues that matter little to none. We are a great nation, we are so blessed with the diversity that no one could boast of, we are dubbed the melting pot of asia, where people from other culture converge and become a united community. So what went wrong in this haven on earth?
It could be many other reasons, but i believe that the presence of race supremacy is the cause of all this. How could a race be more superior to another? It is funny when a race claims supremacy just because in some crude way, that race think that they were here first. Surely that doesnt make all the difference in the world? Someone built a new house and I went it first, does that make it my house? Surely that house was owned by anyone who paid for it in perspiration, effort and money. Many Malaysians believe in God, and as such also believe that God created the Earth and Malaysia. So Malaysia is actually His and we are not the owner. But we call it home because we built it from nothing to what it is today, and deny all we want, Malaysia wasn't built only by Malays, but by malaysians (all ethnic alike) with equal tears, blood and flesh.
Wow, i never knew Yoga could do so much harm. Doing stretching and exercises could land you in trouble, so no wonder alot of Malaysians are obese. The Malays pride themselves with idioms, one such is "Buang yang keruh, Ambil yang jernih". Roughly meaning, throw the bad, take the best. Why couldnt we apply this in yoga as well, of course some deeper parts are chantings of Hinduism, but do the chantings make our body healthier when we do yoga? I say forget about banning yoga, i say ban corruption instead. Leave the people to their yoga. If we are good muslims as we yearn to be, a little exercise without the chanting could not hurt one bit. We do believe God gave us good bodies. It is our duty to take care of it, so get some exercise, make the body last longer. And then, we could serve Him better, dont you think?
Loyalty is a blind trust. It is etched in the infamous Hang Tuah folklore that Malays are passionate people, putting loyalty above all else. The modern Malay community are as ever divided as Hang Tuahs or Hang Jebats. The Hang Tuahs are the ones pulling the strings in the upper echelons, putting blind faith to those on higher positions. In Malaysia, where party is king, looking the other way is treason, and by the looks of it, could actually land you in no mans land. Such loyalty is clearly a very misguided notion, because no explanation is acceptable because the party could do no wrong. The Hang Jebats are the group of people thinking with their minds, wanting the means to be as justifying as the end, even if it is painful to bear. In the old P. Ramlee version of the story, even Hang Tuah feels the need to ask, who is actually right, Jebat or Tuah?
So my friends, ask yourselves this question: Who am I?
Tuah or Jebat?
i dare say, what ever answer you find, it could be a revelation for you.
cheers. :)
So here we are again, yapping away at the cause of race supremacy. They always say, the first step of recovery is to admit there is a problem. When we realise we have a problem, we can try to fix it. So when there is no problem, there is nothing to be fixed, and all will remain as it is. So what is our problem anyway?
I am not a fond student of history, and i have a reason to believe that history doesnt really fancy me as much. But what i do know, empires which rise to greatness, often stumble at the end, all because of small issues that matter little to none. We are a great nation, we are so blessed with the diversity that no one could boast of, we are dubbed the melting pot of asia, where people from other culture converge and become a united community. So what went wrong in this haven on earth?
It could be many other reasons, but i believe that the presence of race supremacy is the cause of all this. How could a race be more superior to another? It is funny when a race claims supremacy just because in some crude way, that race think that they were here first. Surely that doesnt make all the difference in the world? Someone built a new house and I went it first, does that make it my house? Surely that house was owned by anyone who paid for it in perspiration, effort and money. Many Malaysians believe in God, and as such also believe that God created the Earth and Malaysia. So Malaysia is actually His and we are not the owner. But we call it home because we built it from nothing to what it is today, and deny all we want, Malaysia wasn't built only by Malays, but by malaysians (all ethnic alike) with equal tears, blood and flesh.
Wow, i never knew Yoga could do so much harm. Doing stretching and exercises could land you in trouble, so no wonder alot of Malaysians are obese. The Malays pride themselves with idioms, one such is "Buang yang keruh, Ambil yang jernih". Roughly meaning, throw the bad, take the best. Why couldnt we apply this in yoga as well, of course some deeper parts are chantings of Hinduism, but do the chantings make our body healthier when we do yoga? I say forget about banning yoga, i say ban corruption instead. Leave the people to their yoga. If we are good muslims as we yearn to be, a little exercise without the chanting could not hurt one bit. We do believe God gave us good bodies. It is our duty to take care of it, so get some exercise, make the body last longer. And then, we could serve Him better, dont you think?
Loyalty is a blind trust. It is etched in the infamous Hang Tuah folklore that Malays are passionate people, putting loyalty above all else. The modern Malay community are as ever divided as Hang Tuahs or Hang Jebats. The Hang Tuahs are the ones pulling the strings in the upper echelons, putting blind faith to those on higher positions. In Malaysia, where party is king, looking the other way is treason, and by the looks of it, could actually land you in no mans land. Such loyalty is clearly a very misguided notion, because no explanation is acceptable because the party could do no wrong. The Hang Jebats are the group of people thinking with their minds, wanting the means to be as justifying as the end, even if it is painful to bear. In the old P. Ramlee version of the story, even Hang Tuah feels the need to ask, who is actually right, Jebat or Tuah?
So my friends, ask yourselves this question: Who am I?
Tuah or Jebat?
i dare say, what ever answer you find, it could be a revelation for you.
cheers. :)
Saturday, 4 October 2008
Happy Eid ul-Fitr
Happy Eid al Fitr to everyone! This year yours truly is still traveling the distant worlds and currently in Abu Dhabi for a short 3 weeks of vacation, erm i meant learning.. :P
So the 1st Syawal had come and gone, while many people may be gearing up for a few more weeks of celebration or just getting those office attires ready for work on monday, i guess we had some issues that needed discussion.
So HINDRAF had came out of their shell and went to visit the dear PM on the first day of raya. And after so, mainstream media had blasted this act as desecrating the holy day of celebration. As i ponder these comments, let us point our thought on a few matters..
When the PM and the cabinet so called make a Hari Raya open house, i wonder who actually pays for the food and everything else? Is it from the kindness and the charitable attributes of the government that we so desperately want to believe? or does it actually comes from the coffers of the government which is actually the taxpayers money that the malaysian people paid over the months?
When we look above the cultural perception that Aidilfitri is a time for forgiveness and visiting families and friends, we may find that the real concept of Aidilfitri or Eid ul-Fitr actually means the Festival of the Iftar, or to celebrate that after one month of fasting, where we have successfully conquered our demons. Have they been good the whole month, and not detaining people without reason? I leave it to all of you to think about it.
Personally, I think the ISA needs a recheck, or even more so demolished. The ISA has become a handy master key (or lock instead??) to all crime issues in Malaysia. Why take matters to court when it takes a few minutes to sign a paper and send a dude to jail for 2 years. When that 2 years end sign another paper or maybe an extension to the old paper and condemn the dude to another 2 years in jail. If he commits murder, and the law says he must go to jail for so-so years, then give him 20 minutes to pack his stuff and send him to his cell. End of story, right? We should be able to make Malaysia a better place then, when all criminals can be effectively shut behind bars within days. But then again, who do we judge as a bad person?
ISA has been the joker for the cowards, we use it when we feel threatened, and by keeping it we condemn ourselves to fear all our lives. It is like bringing a piece of notes into the exam hall. We tell ourselves we wont take it out unless it is necessary, but in the first sign of hardship, we fall to our knees and beg the devil to give us answers, and thus take out the notes and start copying. Why do we do that? It is because we lack the trust in our own abilities, we lack the courage to see it through, we lack the strength to accept that if we fail, it is because of our shortcomings that we overlook the matters when we ought not to. Zaid Ibrahim was right, the government does not need him anymore on the day they invoke the ISA, because when ISA comes out and haunt you, no law is ever going to protect you.
I am so intrigued by an article written by Johan Jaafar in NST. He tells us about his childhood story of being friends with a chinese boy and another malay boy. That reminds me most of my childhood. I am pretty much blessed to be born into a mixed parentage family because no matter how i want to, i cannot be a racist. My mother is half malay-indian, My dad is chinese so who else can I be racist to? I lived for 14 full years in Sabah, where you can never distinguish a person to a race by speech, skin color or biological traits. My first crush on a girl who was chinese, and i had enough reason to believe that the first person to have a crush on me was also a chinese girl (both not the same person ya,btw i was super cute). I didnt ever mind being the only dark skinned boy in a class of 50. Everyone accepted me as a friend, I was invited to parties and to do stuff. I studied hard and did well in school, and at one point in time, i was in the top 15 student out of hundreds who applied for entrance and scholarship into a largely private and prestige chinese high school.
In the end is up to us to believe we can or cannot, and to choose who do we ultimately become. Lets borrow a quote from one of my favourite persons: Nelson Mandela.
No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.
-Nelson Mandela
So the 1st Syawal had come and gone, while many people may be gearing up for a few more weeks of celebration or just getting those office attires ready for work on monday, i guess we had some issues that needed discussion.
So HINDRAF had came out of their shell and went to visit the dear PM on the first day of raya. And after so, mainstream media had blasted this act as desecrating the holy day of celebration. As i ponder these comments, let us point our thought on a few matters..
When the PM and the cabinet so called make a Hari Raya open house, i wonder who actually pays for the food and everything else? Is it from the kindness and the charitable attributes of the government that we so desperately want to believe? or does it actually comes from the coffers of the government which is actually the taxpayers money that the malaysian people paid over the months?
When we look above the cultural perception that Aidilfitri is a time for forgiveness and visiting families and friends, we may find that the real concept of Aidilfitri or Eid ul-Fitr actually means the Festival of the Iftar, or to celebrate that after one month of fasting, where we have successfully conquered our demons. Have they been good the whole month, and not detaining people without reason? I leave it to all of you to think about it.
Personally, I think the ISA needs a recheck, or even more so demolished. The ISA has become a handy master key (or lock instead??) to all crime issues in Malaysia. Why take matters to court when it takes a few minutes to sign a paper and send a dude to jail for 2 years. When that 2 years end sign another paper or maybe an extension to the old paper and condemn the dude to another 2 years in jail. If he commits murder, and the law says he must go to jail for so-so years, then give him 20 minutes to pack his stuff and send him to his cell. End of story, right? We should be able to make Malaysia a better place then, when all criminals can be effectively shut behind bars within days. But then again, who do we judge as a bad person?
ISA has been the joker for the cowards, we use it when we feel threatened, and by keeping it we condemn ourselves to fear all our lives. It is like bringing a piece of notes into the exam hall. We tell ourselves we wont take it out unless it is necessary, but in the first sign of hardship, we fall to our knees and beg the devil to give us answers, and thus take out the notes and start copying. Why do we do that? It is because we lack the trust in our own abilities, we lack the courage to see it through, we lack the strength to accept that if we fail, it is because of our shortcomings that we overlook the matters when we ought not to. Zaid Ibrahim was right, the government does not need him anymore on the day they invoke the ISA, because when ISA comes out and haunt you, no law is ever going to protect you.
I am so intrigued by an article written by Johan Jaafar in NST. He tells us about his childhood story of being friends with a chinese boy and another malay boy. That reminds me most of my childhood. I am pretty much blessed to be born into a mixed parentage family because no matter how i want to, i cannot be a racist. My mother is half malay-indian, My dad is chinese so who else can I be racist to? I lived for 14 full years in Sabah, where you can never distinguish a person to a race by speech, skin color or biological traits. My first crush on a girl who was chinese, and i had enough reason to believe that the first person to have a crush on me was also a chinese girl (both not the same person ya,btw i was super cute). I didnt ever mind being the only dark skinned boy in a class of 50. Everyone accepted me as a friend, I was invited to parties and to do stuff. I studied hard and did well in school, and at one point in time, i was in the top 15 student out of hundreds who applied for entrance and scholarship into a largely private and prestige chinese high school.
In the end is up to us to believe we can or cannot, and to choose who do we ultimately become. Lets borrow a quote from one of my favourite persons: Nelson Mandela.
No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.
-Nelson Mandela
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