Was so excited that NS won the Bola Cup 2009 yesterday. Facebook status revealed hate, anger, excitement, etc. I, although not a football fan, also celebrated the joy, of course virtually.It has been reported in many blogs that the supporters burnt out the stadium seat, throwing hard objects, etc. Ironically, I am not annoyed. Because, anyway, my Kelantanese husband ni lah yang bancuhkan madu + limau, sediakan ubat and all ( I got bad throat infection last night). And he woke up in the middle of night curious whether I was OK or not.
Don't you agree, when we wear labels, life is difficult. Hatred begins when you put on your jerseys, say, I am anak Nogori, I am Kelantanese, I am puak Tamil Nilam, whatsoever. I just wonder, how much race, nationality has torn us apart.
A point to ponder, Singapore government has successfully disintegrated Malay in Spore, by enforcing i.e Malay Jawa, Malay Minangkabau, to be indicated in their ID card. The impact of a label is very destructive. Why dont you see that.
And if you happen to run politics or big organization, always remember this Jersey story. Anyway, I admire Lee Kuan Yew.
This unplanned journey of life, created by God, yet I need to determine the final destination. I will never know, do you?
Thought of the Day:
Boleh jadi kamu membenci sesuatu,padahal ia amat baik bagimu,dan boleh jadi(pula)kamu menyukai sesuatu,padahal ia amat buruk bagimu;Allah mengetahu,sedang kamu tidak mengetahui. Surah Al BAQARAH, ayat 216
The Writer in The Mirror
- ITAYRUS AMRI
- Dubai, United Arab Emirates
- Was a turbine engineer. Is a full time housewife. A mother of two. A wife to a Planning Engineer. The only sister to a lady doctor. A second child to my mom and dad. Not a fren to everybody, hehe. But truthfully, not an enemy to anyone.Never.
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