Saturday, September 20, 2008
on being a malaysian
the moment i reached malaysia was the moment i hated myself for being a malaysian. mobile phones with weird and ridiculous ring tones were ringing non-stop every 10 seconds. i don't remember hearing much of mobile phone ringing when i was in bangkok. maybe i was being ignorant when i was in bangkok but how can someone being so ignorant of something like that?
why people need to have those ridiculous ring tones for their mobile phone in the first place? not only that the tone is annoying, most people choose to push up the volume of the ring tone, as if to tell the whole world that they have a cool ring tone. some go for the popular song theme, mainly the current hits of the radio or of their life and mainly it is something that i despise off. i am not one of those who listen to main stream music. call me weird but that's what i dislike in listening to. as if it wasn't bad enough that the majority of the chinese malaysians are into these theme for their ring tones, the malays and indians follow suit not long after.
some went to the extend of having some really annoying sounds as their ring tones. what with kitten mewing, cartoon character singing ala alvin and the chipmunks. i could have kill them sometimes for having such ring tones for their phones if killing another human is not an outlaw and if i have the killer instinct in me.
i don't remember seeing, or in this case, hearing the same thing when i was in bangkok for the past 4 days. true, bangkokians rely on their phones too but i don't notice them talking loudly on their phones. and i don't remember seeing anyone listening to music off their phones without any headsets. it's rude. it's really rude listening to music loudly without any headsets on. malaysians do that. listening to some cheap radio hits songs on their even cheaper than cheap mobile phones on speaker having the volume crank to the highest.
why can't malaysians grow up and be civilized? like our neighbour country's people? we always want to portray us as the first world country, having first world facilities and services but truth to be told, i guess we are still very much in the caveman world, if this term is still exist and being used to portray someone.
i really enjoyed myself for the past 4 days when i was in bangkok. not only that i managed to know a lot of people (important people i would say) and managed to open my eyes wider in term of art in southeast asia, i enjoyed being in bangkok. bangkok the city. i always like this city, also known as the city of angel.
if i am given a chance to work in bangkok, i will definitely migrate to this city.
though i always defend my country and always have people to address me as a malaysian, rather than a chinese, and will be glad to introduce myself as a malaysian when i am out of the country 'representing' malaysia (like in this event in bangkok. i am representing malaysia in exhibiting works in bangkok where there are 11 photographers from as many different countries) i seriously doubt that i can die for my mother land sometimes.
deep down in me i don't think that i have the love for my mother land. don't call me a traitor though. i don't find this aspect of my believe is being known as being a traitor. i am still a malaysian and i love my country. it is just that the love is not so deep that i am willing to die for her. ask anyone on the street on this question and i am sure more than half of them will give you the same answer. at least i do not wish i was born as other nationality. i do not regret being born a malaysian. i find it a privilege being born in this country.
but, lately, i find it that i am bored with this country. but i can't do anything with it except sticking with it. it is like one being born in a family and dislike this family but one have no but to stick with it. the reason for it? because one is being born into this family. i believe that we can always choose our friends but we can't really choose our family. no matter what it is, family is still family. same thing goes to my mother land. no matter how i dislike my mother land, i can't disown it. i can't refuse the fact that i am a malaysian. and i don't think i will ever give up my nationality of being a malaysia. even if i do, it is just for formality sake. deep down in me, i am still very much a malaysian.