MalaySIA ISA democratic country...So?

So it means that the power is in the people's hands. Of course, this is what we all know about the system. It also means that the bigger group has the bigger say in the Parliament. Now, this group happens to be the Malays. Once again, every time I hear something about any other race "controlling" the country, I simply sigh. There is no hope for the DAP to lead the country, just as the chances for a Chinese Prime Minister in Malaysia is slim. The Chinese is not the major ethic group, the Malays are. Also, the talk about us being Malaysians, not Malays, Chinese, Indian, or any other race obviously shows that the particular person is NOT Malaysian at all, or even have even lived in Malaysia. How so, you ask? The answer is simple: Malaysia's culture is founded on the integration and mixture of all the other subcultures among all the races and religions. To do away with race means our assimilation into another's culture, like how Singapore developed a much western-aligned culture after doing away with the racial sentiments. We are Malaysians-lah. Where else do you see green "angpows" on Hari Raya in the region? There's Singapore.
Democracy means power in people's hands. But the people have another thing in mind: giving that power to someone who could act as their nanny and make sure their needs are covered, yada yada yada--the government. Strange as it seems, we like to see the road in front of us, and not the horizon beyond. Subsidies are here to STAY, say the "rakyat" with their stomachs in mind, while economists scratch their head over the reason this country's economy haven't failed yet. Amazing country we live in,eh?

Hums around the tree,
a bee flits, round the blue flower.
Chirps in the sky,
an eagle soars, circling the red sun.
A hunter prowls, among the shrubs,
cradling a slingshot, to shoot a crow.
How has the world revolved,
when there is no time no space,
in the cold nether we live.

When the dark serpent encircles my abode grey,
and clipped my wings,
before bells I sat to pray,
oh mighty, why hast thou forsaken thee?
and God replied,
by a chirping of jays,
of chance, of luck, and of faith,
Faith, He said,
is by believing what is right.

Malaysia human resources:the unused and misused.

Malaysia students are among the best in the world, ranking top among world universities. In fact, a typical reaction for a foreign student towards a local universitiy student is, "Wow, you're Malaysian? No wonder you have high grades!" or something along that line. However, where have they gone? Malaysia?

Once, my Singaporean friend jokingly said that Malaysians are extremely friendly as,"You make, we take!" Huh? And that includes industrial products, water, and of course, our students! Statistics show that over three hundred thousand Malaysian degree holders, top-scorers, professionals, are working in Singapore!

A common complaint circling the general public is that the students should not be choosy with jobs after graduating. I wonder if they have actually thought about wasted intelligesia and resources needed to produce them. A molecular biology Masters holder working as a restaurant waiter in Malaysia when he or she is offered a place in another country's research institute? Huh? What is happening? No wonder they left.

Talent corp is about attracting local talents overseas but what about in the country? The government should allocate the right places for the right people. Scientists should contribute in research and developement, not wasting their days doing work not complying with their field of expertise. Singapore excelled in that place, why couldn't we? I believe that Malaysia Boleh! But Malaysia Government boleh?

Facebook

Facebook...eight words that revolutionized the way of the world...
Amazingly, Facebook have turned from a simple networking site into...well, a much organised and massive social network website that has billions of people around the world using it.
Personally, I find it interesting that people, especially teens and young adults could get easily hooked up onto that behemoth of a site and do nothing but play, chat and play all day. Granted, it's pretty alluring to just plant some virtual vegetables and sit there and wait for it to grow...but still...
I wonder if any parent or boss would sue Facebook for delaying projects and causing employees to smile at the computer screen all day but nothing productive comes out?

Poems...that came out of nowhere.

Gold leaves on silver branches,
held together by the glue of bronze,
blown over by cold harsh winds of wrenches,
but always standing out on top.

As threads of destiny intertwine,
like deck cards,
of black heart nine,
perfect in a square,
but lacks a red beating heart.

The postman

Today, I just came back from an errand with my mother. As always, I trudged along the porch after reaching home to close the gate. However, my hands barely touched it when I heard the familiar 'put-put-put' of the postman's motorcycle coming down from the road. I hurriedly swung one side of the gate.

The postman was a Malay man, probably his thirties. There were bags and bundles, big and small, blue and black, all bearing the insignia of 'Pos Malaysia', fastened securely onto the motorcycle. In the gloved hands of the postman was a letter.

'Put-put-put'. The motorcycle stopped in front of the house. The postman held out the letter to me. I smiled shyly as I stretched out my right hand to take it. (My father has always told me that Malays, along with Indians, prefer you receive with your right hand)

The postman smiled back. He said a near-inaudible 'thank you', with his mouth forming a perfect circle and the rode off to deliver another letter.

It was then I discovered I was probably the first person he ever delivered a letter face-to-face with. Alas, I even thought that he was a bogus postman and wanted to close the gate on him! Insecurity, coupled with fear have made this society as cold as ice.