Of Malay's Kemelayuan (continued)
Have we fallen to the state of becoming more complacent by the day? Stories of the working ethics of the government workers have become more and more disturbing so they say..they punch in their punch cards on time (at 9) and half and hour later can be found drinking teh tariks and roti canais at the mamak stalls nearby. Is it because they felt their job-security is so secured? that they need not to perform? Need not to pour hours and hours in the office till late at night to get things done? to empty the 'in' box to the 'out' box? need not to work as hard as their peers in the private sector? And yes most of the working class in the government sector is dominated by the Malays. I know a few who went out to lunch right on time - at 12.30 and only appear visible on his table back at 3.
What about service then? things got better when government offices are centralized in Putrajaya..thanks to Dr. Mahathir's brainchild (that got bambooed in the 1st place for coming up with such revolutionary ideas). But still, when you call for inquiries etc, familiar with the feeling of being told to wait and then being passed around and around from one person to another, for hours and hours, as if the telephone service in this country is free? that still happens in most of our govt offices today, despite their nicely set-up with nice marbles and new furnitures offices. And what still lingers today is the Malay attitude of only wanting to serve who they think of having high position and importance. Prejudice - easy to say. You get more attention if you clad yourself with batiks or coat with nice silk shiny neck-ties. It still happens in most govt hospitals today..Hospital of all the places for god's sake~bile then Melayu nak mengembang?
What about our university students then? IPTA that consists mostly of Malays? Screaming headlines of Malay girls being picked up in black-tinted cars during the weekends doing whatever-it-is they do in non-mainstream newspapers..Screaming headlines of Malay male being mat rempit terorrizing the streets during the nights. So much of harapan bangsa. Ever spent some time in one of those PS? No, i'm not talking bout the playstation, but the pusat serenti instead. Who then conquers the serentis if its not the Malays. And the sad part is, the dealers are mostly Malay too. I once, was offered ganja a few years back, and the opportunity to make big bucks by becoming a drug ealer myself a few years back. That's what Malays are all about, only interested in making fast cash, - despite right or wrong. Oh yeah, not to mention, how most of us are more interested in easier escapades by seeking drugs, rather than properly solve the -kononnyer masalah negara - you only have constant-fighting parents, and you claim that's a BIG problem - and there you go with your tuned-up bike going out during the night..seeking peace (kononnyer)..then hang out at your friend's place who offers you marijuana and syaboo, friends who acts as if they are concerned and offer you drugs to forget your problems away. You may forget the problems for awhile while getting high, but yet its still there. And the worst part is, you cant forget the drugs away. A few months later, you got watched by the cops, and heyyy presto, the next thing you know, you're already having your stale lunch in on of Malaysia's Pusat Serenti outlets.
And so ends the tertiary education that promises you a good life. And so crash the high hope your parents they have in you. And so ends another country asset. And you live day by day regretting the mistakes you made. With a shaved head you go out to seek employment, and you get rejected, and you blame the society, then off you go again the same cycle of seeking drugs as a release and the same stale meal will end up in your menu again, being a constant customer to the Serenti outlet. And then, you waste your life growing old, with nothing accomplished in life..sitting for hours looking back through time of what could have beens, of what you could have become..wishing if you could turn back time, and relive your youth all over again..but helpless and in deep regret you are till the day death greets you.. ahh, such a disturbing plague that still
exists within us the Malays.
What about service then? things got better when government offices are centralized in Putrajaya..thanks to Dr. Mahathir's brainchild (that got bambooed in the 1st place for coming up with such revolutionary ideas). But still, when you call for inquiries etc, familiar with the feeling of being told to wait and then being passed around and around from one person to another, for hours and hours, as if the telephone service in this country is free? that still happens in most of our govt offices today, despite their nicely set-up with nice marbles and new furnitures offices. And what still lingers today is the Malay attitude of only wanting to serve who they think of having high position and importance. Prejudice - easy to say. You get more attention if you clad yourself with batiks or coat with nice silk shiny neck-ties. It still happens in most govt hospitals today..Hospital of all the places for god's sake~bile then Melayu nak mengembang?
What about our university students then? IPTA that consists mostly of Malays? Screaming headlines of Malay girls being picked up in black-tinted cars during the weekends doing whatever-it-is they do in non-mainstream newspapers..Screaming headlines of Malay male being mat rempit terorrizing the streets during the nights. So much of harapan bangsa. Ever spent some time in one of those PS? No, i'm not talking bout the playstation, but the pusat serenti instead. Who then conquers the serentis if its not the Malays. And the sad part is, the dealers are mostly Malay too. I once, was offered ganja a few years back, and the opportunity to make big bucks by becoming a drug ealer myself a few years back. That's what Malays are all about, only interested in making fast cash, - despite right or wrong. Oh yeah, not to mention, how most of us are more interested in easier escapades by seeking drugs, rather than properly solve the -kononnyer masalah negara - you only have constant-fighting parents, and you claim that's a BIG problem - and there you go with your tuned-up bike going out during the night..seeking peace (kononnyer)..then hang out at your friend's place who offers you marijuana and syaboo, friends who acts as if they are concerned and offer you drugs to forget your problems away. You may forget the problems for awhile while getting high, but yet its still there. And the worst part is, you cant forget the drugs away. A few months later, you got watched by the cops, and heyyy presto, the next thing you know, you're already having your stale lunch in on of Malaysia's Pusat Serenti outlets.
And so ends the tertiary education that promises you a good life. And so crash the high hope your parents they have in you. And so ends another country asset. And you live day by day regretting the mistakes you made. With a shaved head you go out to seek employment, and you get rejected, and you blame the society, then off you go again the same cycle of seeking drugs as a release and the same stale meal will end up in your menu again, being a constant customer to the Serenti outlet. And then, you waste your life growing old, with nothing accomplished in life..sitting for hours looking back through time of what could have beens, of what you could have become..wishing if you could turn back time, and relive your youth all over again..but helpless and in deep regret you are till the day death greets you.. ahh, such a disturbing plague that still
exists within us the Malays.
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