Who Am I

I am no Jackie Chan, but really who am I?

 

Chinese! I bear Chinese name no doubt, but I was born in Malaysia after her independence in 1957. Hence I carry with me a Malaysian passport and identity card; which the locals here termed NRIC.

 

I went to Chinese primary school, where Mandarin was the main medium of communications before I proceeded to national schools and finished my General Certificate of Education (GCE ‘O’ Level) in late 70’s with aggregate 11 in 5 subjects. So what, to add to the mockery of the aforesaid examination, I‘d obtained better grade in English ( A2 ), Bahasa Malaysia ( C6 ), than Mandarin ( P7 ). So who am I by then? A Malaysian Chinese? So shameful!

 

By this time, I could easily converse in our national language – Bahasa Malaysia ( BM ), English, Mandarin plus my own dialect which is Fujian. Moreover, I can also understand some basic associated dialects like Cantonese, Hakka, Teochew, Hainanese etc.

 

Next, because I idolized Barry Gibb of the famous trio Bee Gees, I had adopted a “Christian Name” of Barry; although going to Sunday Mass is still alien to me till this very day! I remember telling a good childhood friend of mine donkey years ago; name Danny that we were actually “Anerican Chinese”, how strange! Who was I by then, I wonder?

 

As I progress and got assimilated into our cultural and religiously diverse society, I made many more friends from all walks of life, different in creed, color, origin & religion so I began to think again who am I?

 

A Malaysian Chinese?

 

A Chinese Malaysian?

 

A Malaysian? Or

 

None of the above? – As if I was filling some kind of forms……..

 

Correct me if I am wrong; I could still recalled that my English teacher Ms Teoh said – an adjective descript a nonce and I must say it was rather confusing even until now despite having As for my English during GCE “O” level. Which of the above were more appropriate?

 

In fact I was still juggling with the idea of being a Malaysian Chinese or vice versa until of late when I saw on live over TV how our Miss Wong Mei Choo gunned down – with her badminton racket Peoples’ Republic of China’s Xing fang Xie – World ranking No 1 to clinch the 2007 Chinese Badminton Open in Guangchow, China; that I’d awaken to be reminded how wonderful it must have being a Malaysian! The joy from within was beyond my power of expressions – being a Malaysian!

 

Coupled with the icing on the cake that Mei Choo’d eliminated 4 top ranking Chinese players en route to her maiden Championship, it was indeed a fantastic achievement. However, if this were to happen 30 years ago, Mei Choo would have been cursed and swear by fellow Chinese compatriots ‘seeking temporary shelter’ in Malaysia, which were never intended to be their permanent home then! To them, who am I? Chinese, off course?

 

Thousand apologies, I like to take to task the recent demand on education medium,  street demonstrations, rally, demolition of temples, pig farms, lifting of Malay Kris and those referendums would have been unnecessary, if not irrelevant had we been taught to be a mere Malaysian; nothing more, nothing less!

 

I could understand it was quite sensitive to put such message through in our education system during the infancy stage of Malaysia’s independence; but not today, after we’d claimed the 50^th glorious years of Nationhood; if only we try harder!

 

Our political leaders, championed with visions must have been enlightened to note that those days of harping in religious, racial, ethnic issues were over. Championing for a particular race, often misconstrued as at the expanse of another is but the most notorious yet invisible terrorist within every one of us. Who is Osama then?

 

If we could not have found a common yet uncommon platform to unite within despite all these years of living together as one nation; I fear our days of peace in diversity were numbered.

 

Given a chance, I urge those concern to immediately set up a salvation fund in the name of Tunku Abdul Rahman, our father of independence to aid whoever Malaysians, financially irrespective of background.

 

Since time immemorial, when men were contented with basic necessities of food, clothing, shelter and some basic amusement/entertainment; they would think twice going against such livelihoods.

 

Let’s hope for one nation, one race, the Malaysian Race! Further….

One Planet, One Race, The Human Race!

 

Proud just to be a simple Malaysian!

 

 

The 9 Most Badass Bible Verses

Is this the Religion we once knew?

clipped from www.cracked.com The above happened years after Moses killed the Egyptian guy and led a country’s worth of Hebrews into the desert where they wandered aimlessly for several decades (as seen in The Ten Commandments). At some point, a troublemaker named Korah and 250 supporters banded together and aired a series of complaints about the fact that they were wandering aimlessly in the desert. God listened carefully to their complaints, weighed their points, then made the earth eat them alive. The text does not make it clear whether or not the earth made that “OM NOM NOM” sound, so scholars are forced to speculate. This really puts things in perspective for the anti-religion critics. They can complain all they want about religious “intolerance” and pushy evangelicals trying to censor TV and annoy people into conversion. But, that’s a hell of an improvement over the situation during the Exodus, when God would feed nonbelievers to the mighty Sarlacc.

The 9 Most Badass Bible Verses

Is this the Religion we once knew?

clipped from www.cracked.com The above happened years after Moses killed the Egyptian guy and led a country’s worth of Hebrews into the desert where they wandered aimlessly for several decades (as seen in The Ten Commandments). At some point, a troublemaker named Korah and 250 supporters banded together and aired a series of complaints about the fact that they were wandering aimlessly in the desert. God listened carefully to their complaints, weighed their points, then made the earth eat them alive. The text does not make it clear whether or not the earth made that “OM NOM NOM” sound, so scholars are forced to speculate. This really puts things in perspective for the anti-religion critics. They can complain all they want about religious “intolerance” and pushy evangelicals trying to censor TV and annoy people into conversion. But, that’s a hell of an improvement over the situation during the Exodus, when God would feed nonbelievers to the mighty Sarlacc.

top 9 unique structures soon to be built

clipped from deputy-dog.com 1. aqua, usa (website) 2. chicago spire, usa (website) 3. cctv headquarters, china (website) 4. regatta hotel, dubai (website) 5. residence antilia, india (architects’ website) 6. russia tower, russia (architects’ website) 7. penang global city centre, malaysia (website) 8. gazprom headquarters, russia (architects’ website) 9. burj dubai, dubai (website)

How Honey is Made

Yet how dare we call our love ones Honey!

clipped from chefgreypoupon.com Diverting away from one of my favorite topics (mustard), the introduction of Grey Poupon Savory Honey Mustard begs the question—how is honey made? Taking a trip back to science class is deliciously enlightening. Honey, of course, is produced by honey bees and is derived from the nectar of flowers. The bees produce the honey as a food source to sustain them as their source of energy. In each hive there are three kinds of bees: the queen bee, 50,000-70,000 worker bees and 2,000 drones. Needless to say, the worker bees are the busiest. It is their job to raise the larvae and to collect the nectar. In a lifespan that averages only three to six weeks, the worker bees each collect about one teaspoon of nectar. It takes four pounds of nectar—two million flowers—to make one pound of honey! clipped from nachofoto.com