Patri-Idiotic

My Dad just had to find a way to ruin my pre-Merdeka evening. He had brought the entire family to join my two aunts from my Dad’s side at the so-called Merdeka Countdown Celebration at Bintang Walk last night. Of all the places that I could ended up at on a pre-Merdeka evening, I ended up at Bintang Walk.

Gosh, it was a terrible, terrible evening for me. We took the public transport there (KTM from Kepong to KL Central and Sky Bus from KL Central to Bintang Walk). You know tthe little Budi Bahasa campaign? It was a complete waste of money! People were acting like crap when they want to get into the KTM and Sky Bus. There wasn’t any courtesy and people were just pushing each other to get into the transport. Honestly, both the KTM and Sky Bus is manually driven. So, the chances of you getting squashed by the door is impossible as the doors are manually controlled. Oh yeah, when I was on the Sky Bus, there were some Malay teenage girls who threw tissue papers with blood on the floor. You got that right, blood.

When we arrived at KL Central to take the Sky Bus, I saw all kinds of walks of life. There were like punk-rockers wannabes with their hair in totally odd fashion and other kind of people. I encountered another scene here where an Indian guy stop his track, threw down his cigarettes and step on it on the floors of KL Central. He could have thrown it into a dustbin that was just in front of him! I am so darn disgusted by his act! Yes, disgusted, again!

That wasn’t the end of my nightmare. When I had an airborne view of Bintang Walk from the Sky Bus, I got the shock of my life. There were like thousands of Chinese people there. Mark this spot- Chinese. Where on earth is the racial integration that Dato’ Onn Jaafar and other heroes of the nation had fought for? 

When I did join the crowd on the streets, that was when the climatic scare of my nightmare occur. The crowds were all so darn rowdy. They were like spraying all those foam stuff from a can on passer-bys. Oh…My…God. It was a scene of complete un-civilisation. An act of barbarism!! So, my aunts went on to the front to get nearer to the stage (there were performance by international Chinese stars) while Dad, Mom, bro and I seek refuge at Secret Recipe.

Oh, and when Negaraku was played, the crowds were still fooling around. How patri-idiotic is that? My Dad’s masterplan to celebrate our country’s freedom had turn out to be a failure. Instead of seeing the beauty of Malaysia, I had seen the ugliness of it. I was disgusted beyond words.

That’s it. I am never ever going to any of these kind of public street events again!

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Selamat Hari Merdeka to all the other Malaysians who truly appreciate the beauty of our beautiful and peaceful country. I guess I will shed my vulgarity now and wish Malaysia a heartfelt "Happy Birthday". And my deepest gratitude goes to the heroes of the nation who had fought hard for our freedom!