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We will always be different generation, a different group.

The people in UNIX pointed out a good point:

"We are different from the rest of the world".

I concur. Even though I'm not a UNIX user. Far from it.

But here's another parallel point I want to point out. We (as in the certain people who I associate with) are different from the rest of the world. It is not that we're are unique, it is not that we're blessed with different powers and blessings from the Almighty, it is not that we're just way different physically that sets us worlds apart from everyone.

It is the fact that we chose to be with everyone, and that makes a whole lot difference between who our group is and who are the other groups.

You know who you are. I'm not posting a warning shot. Far from it. I'm drawing a line. Do not put us on the same level as yours. Even if yours seems to be better, or worse. We are never the same like yours. We didn't arrive here to this point because we were directed to this point. We arrived here to this point because we were guided by intuition and the fervour to seek truth with our own eyes, and walk the steps with our own two foot. That alone, marks our difference.

We have been walking this path for years, for ages, for aeons. It was within us, subconsciously. It was within us, within our intuition, within our upbringing, within our ideals, within our minds. We knew what we wanted to do, and we're working on it. And we're still walking on that path, breathing that same air, reveling in the same breeze.

We're not like you. You're just seasonal. You're just here when it is at its full glory. You take the easy steps. We did the foundation, you take the glory. So be it, as if we care. But when you start to say that you people found this first, found-this-first-my-foot-and-my-ass. I'll tell you straight like that. People from my group are lenient, but that does not mean I am lenient too. When things go off you run off. And again we have to pick up the scraps of where you left off. Worse still, we have to start all the way from the beginning. No thanks to you and the likes of your, or those in kin of the likes of you.

Because we aren't seasonal. The only part that is seasonal about us is how large is the scale. On a global scale, on a community scale, or an individual scale. We're not concerned with numbers. We're not concerned with organizational trivialities. We're here for the benefit of humanity. We are here as a platform of arbitration of thoughts. We are here to provide the room and avenue for discourse. And when we do it big, we do it really big. And we don't stop the ball from snowballing. We make sure it keeps rolling. And rolling, and rolling, in any direction it chooses to go.

WE ARE A COLLOQUIUM of minds and thoughts. We do not provide answers. We merely help. That is our imperative. What others choose to take and to uphold is theirs. But don't take credit nor give credit where it is undue. We don't claim it for ourselves. We don't deserve such tenderly thoughts. We're here, however, ready to share it.

We may be of the same generation, but we're ultimately different. And we're different from you people who jumps the ship and port when things go popular. We're here, thick or thin.

Because we're different, and unique. No, you don't have to make do pretending you're different on your own. We didn't need or want to be different. You yourself will have to stop being different. We're just indifferent between the thoughts of different or indifferent. It makes no difference to us.

Numbers, anyone?

There was a point raised in a discussion about the usage of technology.

Ever since the handphones were released for the masses, people can never deny two things:

1) handphone is a part of communication tool
2) internet is also a path to develop our views on the world.

I remember before I got my handphone in the year 2002, I was able to recall more than 30 phone numbers, whichever numbers they may be. The school, the home, friend a, friend b, tuition teacher a, tuition teacher b, classmate a, b, c, outlet a, b, c, etc.

When I had my first Alcatel EZTouchDB, I kept all some into the phone, some into the SIM card.

Now, the only two numbers that I remember are my house number, and my previous house number.

Even if you tell me off the number of another person, I can't retain it at all. I will have to rely on my phone to record that number. Hmm.

change update

change update: the music player

finally, somehow it showed up right on Google Chrome. I hope this works on IE and Firefox too.

Now you can adjust the volume of the music, and even stop the music if you don't want to hear it. I hope the code works out right. If it does not, you're free to drop a comment.

By the way, its one of the music from Xenogears. I have yet to find a replacement music, although I find this music nostalgic.

Well then, see you all later! Adios!

Listed at "A million Blog List"

Hi guys, I'm just making a quick post. Seems I stumbled upon "A million blog list" project. The aim is to see how long does it take to list up 1 million blogs. Yes, you're right. 1 million in numbers. If you've got a blog, you ought to try list yourself into the list. I mean, why not? Go and have your blog listed!

Well, see you folks around!

changing some layout

Heave ho, heavy ho.

I know that I haven't been updating. To some folks, you know that I'm posting some other things somewhere, but clearly its time to change some of the layout (although Facebook users will still get a copy of the blog post in a form of a note, irregardless) to just get a fresh breather.

Well, I think it will be an ongoing process until I am satisfied. Some things will be half cooked, some things will be half done. But if you feel that there is a glaring need to point something out, as usual you're free to point it out. Okay? Well, I'll post some other things when I get around to.

A look into the so called name identity

Hi there, everyone.

I know that I've been unfaithful by not posting anything. In fact I have so many things that I want to post about, but I have not been able to. Guess I am lazy.

But what I'm going to post may be controversial. Here's what.

I suggest, for the sake of unity, Malaysians should rename themselves, follow the nationalistic approach of Thailand and Indonesia.

Heck, I don't mind if i can retain the word "Badi" in my name. "Hang Badi, Hang Jambul" or whatever. As long as the names are standardized.

Now, I am going to break some rules of blogging. I don't mean to, but I want to put the message across. And this is how I do it.

Anyways, here's the thing. 50 years of nationhood, and I'm a second generation Malaysian. Spesifically, of the chinese ethnic. Now, I think I once posted that there's something to be proud of being a Malaysian. No, its not about a countryman of mine going around earth's orbits or the even recent one about winning a silver medal in the Beijing Olympics for male's singles badminton (God dammit, we want the Thomas Cup!), or any of that sort. Its the passport. Noticeably, the most advanced passport in the entire earth. Heck, that's something to be proud of.

However, there's also something about the passport that irks me and many other people. You see, I hold a Malaysian passport. When I go to Singapore, I am called a Malaysian. When I go to any parts of the world, despite the fact that I have a similar skin tone to those of banana fruits (its an insider racist joke, folks) I am still called a Malaysian.

Heck, that's part 1.

Now, here's part 1 extended. A Malaysian friend of mine, of chinese ethnicity, "returned" to China. Why did I use "return" instead of 'visit'? That's because many chinese in Malaysia still thinks that China is their motherland. Irregardless of their generation. The term 'many' may be questionable, but it is still a sizable group of humans in a piece of land called Malaysia, who are somehow yellow skinned (or kins to yellow skinned people)and thinks that way too. Now here's the situation. He went back, and proudly proclaimed "I'm back to visit my motherland".

He turned a few chinese heads. And at one point, he got an answer "You're just a fucking Malaysian". End of story.

He 'came down' back to Malaysia. And the people called him "you're a Chinese!". Look at the nouns.End of story.


Heck, what's the point of upholding the name "Yee Tzyypirng" if my 'fucking' grandmotherland (since it ain't my motherland anyway) refuses to even recognize me as part of hers? No, i'm not insulting the Chinese nationality, and neither am I insulting Malaysian chinese, but hear me out on this one before you guys start to comment.

For years and generations the Malaysian chinese have argued that we ought to keep our names because it represents who we are. Culture, heritage, traditions. I say its all a lost game. Do you see Malaysian chinese kids running around greeting their elders with a bow? Do you see the young Malaysian chinese pausing in their steps to allow the elderly cross before them?

Heck, the point here I'm trying to put forth is that, we young Malaysians have our own culture, tradition and values that we uphold. Irregardless what race we are. But if we insist on being 'a part of a another group', please for the sake of upholding the argument, check the reality. I only think that the only 'real chinese' are people of Taiwan and people of Hong Kong. And when I meant by this, I meant the Han Chinese (not including the minor ethnic chinese of other chinese 'sub-race' [again the use of sub race is arguable]) (I hope this isn't a derogatory term for them). And I mean as in how they live, how they think, how they act, and how they presents themselves.

Those are the real 'fucking chinese'. Malaysians are just fucking Malaysians. You can try hard to be a chinese, but in the end you're just another 'ngoi chut yan' (outsider) to them. Now you can understand my angst. Because I think its time to really think forth and speak for ourselves where do we stand.

Change the name. Check. But does that mean we erode our rights to practice what we believe in? Definitely not! It's not like we can't celebrate the Chinese Lunar New Year, or have Dragon dance or Lion Dance thrown in to it. Even 'gwai lous' are doing lion dance in Australian chinatowns. It doesn't mean that because we give up our names, we give up our rights to live as we chose to.

I know many chinese are going up to be upset with what I've said. Some will call it substant-less, some will call it derogatory. Some will call me a traitor to the race.

But I put forth my opinions, and stand by with it. Because in any part of the world, I am just another Malaysian. And not a fucking Malaysian chinese. Because I'm quite fed up with racist elements in people around me. And I'm trying to propose a way to tackle the issue in the roots.

We should have changed our names 50 years ago.

And no, I don't know how the Indians and other natives of Malaysia think. I put this argument forth for West Malaysia situation. Sabah and Sarawak are alright in their way. That's why we have 'Sino's running around. They are Sabahans and Sarawakians in their own right.