there i was, happily (really, am heading home later on) minding my own business and smirking over a friend “it’s not 10 yet, haha!” message when i prompted them saying that it is almost ten and we’re supposed to meet a lecturer on some matter (see end note) at that particular time, some people just had to spoilt the beautiful morning with such utter ignorance.
i was nervous (about the meeting some more). and then my hands started to tremble. a little at first but then when i made up my mind that i had to do something about it, they trembled more violently. it happens to me, you know. when i get mad. i’ll get agitated and if i am to speak, my voice will quiver or i’ll be lost for words altogether.
i was reading a good novel too! sheesh!
anyway, there’s this bunch of people, old people, older than me who supposedly makan garam dulu, busily preparing the tools; the cloth, paintbrush and what not, to start painting a big national flag, our Jalur Gemilang, for independence day no doubt. okay, so they are doing a great gesture of appreciating independence and welcoming it by working together, putting smiling faces, proudly creating the biggest flag (i think) in uum (and this one guy even had time to usha me, like huh?)
seems merry and cheery and patriotic aite. not! because nearby their work place, as they are busy walking pass and over it (miraculously none of them noticed), a genuine Jalur Gemilang (maybe need it as a guide to paint the big one, as if the flag berubah rupa) was left sprawled on the floor.
did you miss that? i said on the floor. so, what did i do? hands trembling, i walked slowly to them, all the while the weird guy (and also another female) was eyeing me. i didn’t smile. nor nod. i just picked the flag from the floor, smoothed it out on the highest point from the floor, a waist-high hedge, and walked back the way i came from, sat and resumed my reading.
did those imprudent people get my point? hell yeah! as if God want to make sure that they were paying attention and had figured out the purpose of what i just did, a few minutes later, a gust of wind blows the flag down to the floor. and the weird guy picked it up and put it back on the hedge, where it stays till i moved on into the meeting room.
*sigh*
typical-ignorant-malaysians. why is it we only care about making the biggest/largest/longest/highest record of anything or everything? they misinterpret Dr. M’s visions, i guess. while it is important to make a mark in eye of the world and nurture patriotism and all through these makings, couldn’t we at least have a little patriotism in our everyday life, a little start here and there. for examples, stop belittling the gesture of respecting our national flag or stop being such a sluggish bum and pitching sweet wrappers (mudah bukan?) which both shows how shallow and ignorant malaysians are when having if-i-die-for-my-country-then-only-i’m-patriotic or oh-that’s-the-cleaners’-job-and-i-don’t-mind-sitting-here-with-rubbish-scattering-around attitude. is that so hard to accomplish?
i don’t know how i am gonna go through another integrasi night (which is compulsory) this merdeka eve. last year, these supposedly intellectual persons who managed to get into tertiary level education and celebrating independence day doesn’t seem to have pride on their national flag. it broke my heart. haih..
p/s: the meeting- joined the first ever english play to be perform in uum (shocking huh? the first time i mean, not me joining). however, casting will be held next week so the probability that i might not get any part is present. hehe. a friend said not to worry as they’ll give me a dose of iced lemon tea before the audition hahah! well, never mind, to play a part behind the stage on producing the first eng. play is honorable enough ^-_^ pape pun, wish me luck!
