i was born intelligent.
education ruined me.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
070707
(This is by far, the only decent photo of my twin brother and I. Ha!)
You now owe me two presents =)
Anyway, I took some time off and re-scheduled whatever plans I had made for today to make way for a super last minute meeting with a group of people, which took place early in the morning. Nobody has ever infuriated me more than them for a long time.
When it comes to punctuality, I swear I would make a drill sergeant happy. I hate it even more, when people love to digress and waste time, and a leader that do not have a sense of urgency and direction, is beyond atrocity. All these happening when they jolly well know that they are 1 whole bloody hour late! Worse, NONE of them apologised. Appalling.
The ultimate frustration was when I received a message from the leader. Reading the message beyond the lines, I can only interpret the message as; I, together with the rest will be late. But it's alright, because, like any other Malays, I am honouring the code of honour of the Janji Melayu. Haven't you heard about it? Haha to you for being punctual.
I almost blew my top. He simply had to mention Janji Melayu. What is ever the point of identifying a problem, but refusing to rectify it? No wonder Malays do not progress. They are too darn proud of their Janji Melayu, which is so not going to get them anywhere. I wonder what is there to be proud of, in the first place, anyway.
Malays are too focused on what they judge to be the best attitude that they forgot something very important. In order to attain their objectives in life, they need other people. It is therefore necessary to not only observe the world, identify the problem and do nothing about it. Worse, to live up to that problem. But, Malays need to imagine themselves into the skins of other people, other races, and learn how to follow their thoughts.
Nevertheless, I tried very hard not to lose my cool, and had successfully endured 4 damn hours of sheer nonsense, pinning up a big fake smile. Thank their lucky stars my mother taught me that patience is a virtue.
harangued at 6:58 PM
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