Wholesome

This is a perfect title for today’s entry. I haven’t been feeling quite well, and I haven’t been complaining much about the people around me for quite some times. I guess nothing really exciting about the life I have. Social life is hardly thrilling, and love life is nonexistent.

I do, however, like to mengadu and merajuk about something. Alaaa… dah takde sapa nak mengadu to, so I have to write in my ever faithful blog.

I wonder why the hell can’t people just live peacefully, be thoughtful and happy for one another. Or the least they could do is mind their own business. That way everyone could be assured of a little privacy.

What I want to say has been in the newspapers for the last few weeks. You know the Big Brother hoohaa? This is not really about racism, but it has the same underlying tone.

Hmmm… there’s one guy here who most of us here dislike because his holier than thou attitude. He likes belittling people. Well, now that I think more of it, it does seem like bullying too. There is not need to shame people of their background, existence or even for work they do. Name calling, back stabbing and two-faced bitching aren’t necessary and sometimes you have to know when to hold your tongue.

Every time I hear something comes out from his mouth, it’s all I this, I that. Dia lah paling bagus, dia lah paling hebat. Puuhhhhhhhh…

It hurts when someone told me what this guy called me behind my back. You know, these are the kind of people I ran away from. The people I don’t want to have contact with. Malaysia is full with them bigot. They don’t do what they say, and what they say hardly mean something. They like to exaggerate. Sometimes they just say it to get rid of you, geddit? Or maybe to kiss arse? Who knows?

As much as I want to disassociate myself with such humans, I can’t. We are complex yet intriguing. If it happens just once I can forgive them. Twice, it’s down to stupidity. More than that they are just thick. I might as well ignore them.

Shilpa said don’t dwell on it. Keep your dignity and move on. But you know what? Tonight I felt I lost my cool a little. I felt like smashing his face, or smash anything at all. I nearly break my mugs after I kicked the desk.

Why can’t we respect people for who they are and for what they believe? People have feelings too, man. After all, we are brothers and sisters. I don’t judge you for the color of your skin, or for the bank balance you have. Why should you?

Next time you hear whatever people say behind my back ie budak gemuk, bodoh sombong or whatever, I don’t want to know. They may say it as a joke, but would you be laughing if this is about you?