Over the weekend, you may or may not have done something meaningful.
It could be just hiding in between your bed sheets, or spend the entire day catching up some soap dramas. Or you were just home, spending time with your loved ones.
It doesn't matter what you've done, because your countrymen has fought for your rights. Your children's rights. Your country's future.
Me? I did not make it.
Was it because I was afraid? Of tear gases or water bombs?
Was it because of the heat? Was it because of the "people mountain people sea"? Was it because of the crowd?
No. It was because of my parents, who kept calling me from 3 days before since I told my dad that I was going to join the Bersih 3.0 rally that Saturday. They have both took turns calling me day and night, pestered, warned, cajoled me NOT to attend the rally. To them, it was like a reenactment of May 13. And they didn't want me to be a part of it.
To not make them worried, I promised not to go.
Do I feel sorry about my decision?
Personally I felt the rally was to create awareness to the public, the government about the electoral reform we NEED in Malaysia. I have always been aware about things like these, but a rally? Would my presence in the rally do any good? Or will it cause uneasiness to my old folks knowing that I might be in dangerous state?
To some of my comrades, I am nothing but a selfish person.
Not being part of a wonderful historic event (not sure if this would ever be in my children's historical text books). Like what my dad kept telling me that being in a rally would ONLY create awareness, but the real deal would be during the polls.
To make up to my absence, I have been updating myself with the Bersih updates every single minute. Refreshing my News Feed and also Malaysiakini.
Although I would want to say that it felt like I was just right there with them, but the fact is I was not. I couldn't experience the stinging sensation by the tear gas, the fear of having to runaway from the authorities, the peaceful demonstration carnival-like protest until the terror begun.
Kudos to the young (and old) blood who went all out last Saturday!
May there be change after this.
Do not remember when I started go all frenzy our tech stuffs and news..
It's like it just happened over night. I remember saying that phones are meant to be practical in their usage, not how they look like. That was when I held my first phone in my hand.
The Nokia 3315. Got it as a token of my hardwork in PMR.
That phone was not a beauty, but it cost my dad RM400 then. I remember telling myself that I would be satisfied, and use this phone forever..(so I thought.)
Something happened when I was 17, though I do not want to spill the beans here, it had something to do about my parents slapping me across my face. That made me quiet for a couple of days. Did not want to say a word to them. Heck, I was in a rebellious stage.
So, to make things up to me, my dad surprised me with a new phone. The Nokia 6610. Wait, I don't remember whether it was him buying it for me or I sort of talked him into doing it.
Anyway. The point is that was my 2nd handphone. The looks were aesthetic. Sleek, slim. Coloured screen somemore. Camera phone.
I told myself that it would be my one and only phone for life. One can never get tired with such a phone!
And then, in 2005, I got into an accident, and some prick stole my phone in the midst of rescuing us from the wrecked car. Devastated. Pictures, texts all gone.
Depressed. Not because of the condition of the car, not because of the condition of my dislocated thumb, not because of the bruises, but because of the loss of the phone.
It was like a chunk of my life taken away.
To cure my depression, my dad bought me the Nokia 3230. The in-phone then.
I loved it so much. I thought I could use that for life. (How naive I was back then!)
I went into UTP, got to know Kenneth, who introduced me to Sony W850i. He bought one, didn't like it and offered to sell to me, in a cheaper price. I used that and there, I went, "Wahhhh...what else can you want a phone for, right?"
I was wrong. Sony was all practical, with all the various kinds of functions..and when I was in my final year, I got tired of it. I bought myself a Samsung Baby Soul S7330. It was a sleek phone, with the executive look and all. Never going to turn back.
Then the revolution of Smart Phones begun.
I got myself a HTC Wildfire.
And then weeks later, queued for an iPhone 4.
Weeks later, bought a new Nokia E5 for work purpose.
And now, keeps updating myself with news of the release of the new Samsung Galaxy S3 and The New iPhone.
Okay, now I admit I have a problem NOW.
This weekend, on my own.
Woke up early, wanted to file in my taxes.
Did not fill in a single thing, ended up I have to pay the Government instead. Backtracked, phew! I paid extra over the months instead, so I'm getting a refund.
By the way, they should have taught us how to file our taxes in University. Who the hell knows what and what not to do with our taxes, right?
I find it complicated the first time I did it which was last year, and this is something much useful compared to some engineering course right?
Okay, enough ranting.
I'm @ Starbucks now, after filing my taxes.
Internet slow like turtle. I wanted to leave but this lady beside me, left her laptop in my possession. She wanted to go to the toilet. Oh wait, now she's back.
Wow, I do have a honest look.
Okay, time to pack my stuffs. I really need to get decent internet connection at my own place. Plan to take a nap, so that I won't get exhausted for BBQ tonight.
Wheeee~
p/s: On a side note, the missus and I sorta got engaged on our 2nd anniversary. There was no party, and if there were to be one, I'm sure YOU will be the first to know!
