inferiority complex thy suffer…

Come on, dont lie to me.

Recount now how many times we are trapped in the midst of an awkward situation or a conversation about one’s success or achievements. You know, those chats about " sekolah asrama mana?’ " awak debater ke berapa?" " dapat tempat ke berapa dlm malaysia" and now the latest craze, " dapat pegi mane? course ape?" and we, the non-entity’s who somehow stuck between a bunch of somebody’s just kept our mouth shut.

Loads of time.

And silence speak volumes because people  knew, that exactly at that point, inferiority complex had wriggle their way into our stomachs leaving us with this stinking feeling of unworthiness and pity for ourselves.

It is a subject interesting to ponder as i have lots of acquaintances that i’ve been lucky enough to encounter who’s capabilities and abilities are somehow a standard above par among others.I’m talking waaaay above .

There’s the guy with superintelligence, the chess master, the eloquent  debater who debates at international levels,the math genius armed with sudoku, the computer whiz-kid specializing in html, the cool guitarist who can play anything and as of late, the emergence of a ultra-species who’s  good in practically everything. A master of all trades.

" Dialah pandai, dialah lawa, dialah kaya, ketua pengawas pon die.Budak pakej."

                                                                 - everyone

The Flawless Species. Like some model human prototype.The lucid dream of every private corporations clamouring to offer scholarships and grants.

And we envy this particular clan.As if shrunked, we figured that mice-sized does not even reach on how miniscule we felt.Self -loathing gets the better of us for not being born as one and there goes the long journey of climbing up the ranks . Hence , the origin of a culture called hedonisticism and narcissme.The race of acquiring some trade or skill profounding had become the paramount concern and importance of a human being.

I have nothing againts progressiveness,just the negativity of it. Especially towards scores of individuals who felt nothing but sorry for themselves when being surrounded by friends who turns out to be  superhumans. Well, it is biologically natural to feel jealous but when its started to end in hating your mere existence, maybe we should put the cycle to a halt.

My advice? Please stop. The anguish and insecurity will only eat yourself back.

Think in a new perspective that transcends stereotypes. Those superhumans must possesses some flaw too. After all, the word " human" is still tagged to them.They just shy themselves away from the limelight .

Scourge deeper for i your strength and work them to your advantage.Polish it well and you’ll never know, your turn to shine will come.Define success on your own , not others as a yardstick because the basic human flaw is we never felt enough .

On a lighter note, I never listen to malay songs much but i heard an upbeat one on 8tv which  oozes with positivity in every note and i thought it might be a good idea to share it, just for the environment.

World peace!

Generasiku, OAG

Pagi terjaga dari mimpi,

terasa hati senang sekali,

pasti dunia ku punya hari ini,

bersama kawan-kawan ku pergi,

ketawa riang senang hati,

indahnya dunia, ketika kita muda remaja,

Chorus*

Segalanya dalam genggaman

walau apa pun tak kan menjadi halangan

Hidup ini setia menanti

Generasiku bersinar bagai mentari

oh( 16x)

Bridge

jangan takut jatuh ke bumi

bingkas bangun melangkah lagi

ke depan, lari dan terbang menuju bintang,

hanya kau saja bisa menentu

arahmu yeah..

Ulang chorus *

P/s" The writer is convinced she’s not a superhuman. She  can recount at least 18 times shes dragged into one of those " awkward" moments.

I promised an MIC post but i ditched it as i thought a piece about two politicians ranting are not worth commenting. No pun intended to any Kana, Aisyvarya or Kayathri.Besides, in the light of the disputable Reader’s Digest survey, highlighting a genuine display of plain rudeness between subra and palani felt somewhat inapropriate.

So , i would like to join the chorus of angry protesters who rejected the survey because we’re supposedly the epitome of gentility, arent we.?

How can we be wrong?

We’re constantly reminded in every turn that graciousness is our pride.While neighbouring countries traditionally promoted their ancient monuments and great escapades, we built our own tourism industry on the back of our great outdoors and personal warmth. In simpler terms, people come here for our nature and us.

And we had been unwaveringly curbed the manner of individualism in favour of communitarian virtue. Plus the fact we’ve been grounded in religious values also chipped in its part  malaysians being more apreciative of each other.

"This is an outrage ,it cant be true, this is an attempt to discredit our alma mater and challenge our sovereignity.!"- some balding politician with a songkok

But oh wait. I thought  i saw The Malaysians described above in a tourism billboard.Time for reality check everyone,things that many have noticed for the last few years may just had been confirmed.

QUICK REALITY CHECK

As far as KL folks to be concerned, we deserved to be at the relegation zone in this table of civil cities.How many times a car just zoomed its way ahead of us , no signal and all, let alone a mere thank you,catching us off guard.But then again i can recount countless time i ‘ve been greeted by middle fingered salutes and sneering catcalls walking alone in KL.Truthfully, it is plausible  if KLfolks  labelled having low concious of courtesy, and me being one of its residents, its a fact hard to swallow.

We feared for this for quite a long time, and our fears had come knocking onto our doors, .In our march for material development, the critical part of parallel good morals continuancy had escaped us yet again.This is a good reminder that  we are waayyy off course in achieving Vision 2020 as civility should come hand in hand with physical progress as stated in the mainframe.

CRIKES.WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?

Swell ,i’m not among the people who champion guidelines or legislations.I have faith in the family institution.Dont do things that you dont want your kids to do. Parents are the golden standard for their children so effective parenting is demanded.I heard that civic studies were introduced in school syllabus but i hope its not treated as just another subject.Although it is not my intention to undermine the positive move, but to my dismay subjects in schools are often confined to  academic teachings without any active role played .

And for heavens’s sake, when the building blocks are firmly placed, please apply the virtues learnt evenly. Malaysians are unabashedly gracious to foreigners but when it comes to the likes of us,we resort to spatterings instead.

But then again, orang Kay-Ell je yg rude nh kot.

" What use if we had all the first classs infrastructure, if we’re still stuck with third-class mentality" - Pak Lah

P/s: This piece was originally written by Khairy Jamaluddin , but i rephrased it, summarised it, and tore it apart to suit my convenience.:)

Alas, i pull myself out of my uninspirational mode. I dunno what clicked it, but it must have been the rapid developments of other blogs up to the extent most of the issues i had intended to write had been covered by someone else. (some people might dismiss this phase as plain laziness but she’s too immersed in  self -denial, si hanani nih. )

Although discovering a new forte’( able to watch TV non-stop), the backlash ,well, lashes itself like high-sprung rubber inflicting me with rusty english , mental blockage and dull days.Having to witness my own blog in such a pathetic state, gosh, swift action is desperately needed .Oh dear lord , please let me regain my ingenuity pronto.

So basically this post is all about catching up .For bloggers enthusiast i beg u to pardon my forecoming sins , as i’m about to commit a serious case of blogger faux pas’.Writing has-beens, that is.

OYA.

Nobody in the right mind would want to miss any function at Istana Iskandar.So , nobody did. Good food, gracious host, great logistics.The doa selamat felt like one of those amalian gatherings minus paying. Pretty convenient.

Fine, I’m missing the point here , oya had safely landed in LA 21 June ago.Quite bitter , because i’m a about 30 seconds late from seeing her off.

Happy days right oya? Tennessee is brimming with country music.I bet u get back here listening to Tim Mcgraw.

WORK

I have my 0.5 metre radius friend to thank for this.At least the new source of income compensates my missed world cup moments. Ko nak aku belanja ke?

No worries now in the upcoming days of any call fom my boss to come in work.( mischievous grin).

I had my mother playing the starring role in my escape plan strategy which she superbly executed.( sniggering now)

I had her to answer the phone to my boss herself.( laughing her head off)

" hello farah, esok boleh kerja ka?"

" Nih bukan farah , ni mak dia ,farah takde sekarang nih ( and there was me , doing a lousy job  of both muffling my irrepresseble laughter while keeping silent). Dia tak boleh kerja dahla, dier sudah mau masok kolej ."

" Oh"

Mission accomplished.

COLLEGE.

I need to reset my goals. The shocking college news did floored me a little bit. I never expected it, it never even crossed my mind before  i’m going there and to tell u the truth i’m still nerve-wacked.Nonetheless, i welcome the challenge as well as i’m thrilled to face the coming days.My research on the programme i’m going to pursue promises such exciting prospects.( Community service anyone?)

I cant wait.

P/s: Wait for my next post on MIC…