welcome
Nothing to do to save his life
call his wife in
Nothing say but what a day
how's your boy been
Nothing to do, it's up to you
I've got noting to say but it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning, good morning
Going to work don't want to go
feeling low down
Heading for home you start to roam
then you're in town
Everybody knows there's nothing doing
Everything is closed, it's like a ruin
Everyone you see is half asleep
And you're on your own, you're in the street
superheroes
WE ARE OUR OWN SUPERHERO!
infamously known to save the world from stereotypes.
damnation?troublemakers?
THEY NEED US,and they know it well.
our kryptonite is a secret only to us.
fly high,high in the sky,
fellow SUPERHEROES!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009, Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Speaking as a good person who has a heart of plantinum to donate, just because he likes to.
Dear glamorous Singaporeans, as you all know, Singapore is one of the richest countries in Asia, really. Even though, we are small and adorable, most of our citizens own a hand phone, or a television set. You won't see children roaming around the streets like in Indonesia or whatever. You won't see children high on drugs or glue or whatever makes people high now. Singapore as most foreigner people say it is a "lovely, clean country". Whatever that really means! Anyway...
When I was a small glamorous boy, during those icky confused times, I would always be given a thick envelope with a title, "Madrasah Al-Junied" in the front of the packet. My dearest grandmother, would always donate a small amount, a lot of times great amount, to my then pathetic, poor-stricken school. I would always put it glamorously in the donation box without even knowing what, or how much was inside the adorable packet. One time, she gave me a really thick packet and it was somewhat very thick so I opened it up and was shocked to find about $500, and so being a super confused child, I gave the old person at the counter and she gave me this sort of "thank you" receipt. After going back home, I unknowingly gave my grandmother the receipt, only then to be scolded. Why? Because, she did not want any thanks given to her. Until now the spoken Malay words still stuck in my pink brain, "Allah loves people who gives sincerely" . That was when I felt, mind you feeling is way more effective than thinking, how noble it was to donate and yet still be anonymous. Then, I was about Primary 1.
When I was in Primary 3 or 4, there was this show on Suria, where there was an haggard, old lady who would go around the same spot to sell tissues. People would ignore her, and sometimes donate. So one day, fiction imitates real life. I saw this old Malay grandmother who was selling tissues at the bus stop where I would be get off everyday. Please be reminded that the old times, where the bus stops were solid stone, these things would happen. I would use my pocket money to buy the tissues. I was a child who had sneezing and mucus problems. The only weird thing is that I will buy the tissues after school. So everyday, I would wash my school uniform and the pocket tissue would be destroyed in the process. I kept on doing that until, I couldn't remember when, I stopped. Later, somewhere along the way, when I was older; still in the primary age, I met this nenek at my grandfather's friend's kenduri. She was talking to me all interested and whatever, yet I was confused, who the hell was she? She told me how tall I've become and handsome and whatever, and she wants me to become an Ustaz. Then, I remebered her to be that nenek, which was totally amazing. Total Oprah moment! On the way home, in my grandfather's car, that old geezer asked me how come I knew that nenek. And I replied, that was the nenek that I would always meet at the bus stop long time ago. However, I did not say that I brought a lot of tissues from her, because that geezer would just scold at me. That old man, so inspiringly told me that her youngest son is going to overseas University to study. Beautiful story right? Totally should be published. I smiled secretly. Let me be Singlish, when a full-circle moment happens to you, you will remember it forever.
What am I doing now? This year, every freaking day, except for raining, there will be this totally talented man in front of the bubble tea shop at West Mall, who would play this totally retro Chinese guitar instrument that surprisingly makes the most wonderful musical notes. The man behind that thing was totally talented and you, I, can be fully hypnotised just by standing there. Total freak show. Strangely enough this is not to boast, one day, he played this totally great note and I stood there listening until the end. He finished and I clapped. The only one. Glamorous Freak show. Then I felt that his talent should be recorded or something. I took out my wallet and find I had only $20 and a few coins. Without hesitation I dropped the $10 in the box and he thanked me. I said, "You are really good!" and waved him good-bye. After a few seconds, I passed the Soy Bean Drink store, I regretted it. However, as bad as I felt loosing my $10 that day, I felt true happiness that "normal happy" just can't seem to compare. It is like the feeling that you see the light in a total new shade-kind of thing.
The thing that I really appreciate living in Singapore is that God totally exist and he appears things, rewards and punishment, immediately. Like when I unconsciously be mean at someone, a pimple would appear or more! When I lie to a teacher, or talk bad about someone I end up failing his test or whatever... The thing is God is so glamorous!
What I mean is, to those who can't seem to understand the sentences and words of The Legendary Mustafa. Be good to people and you will be rewarded with things you probably don't notice, but behind it is really a magical, special Christmas present that The Glamorous One above actually gave to you. The only thing is that, you don't realize it. Its like wearing this super cheap hair product that says, "Grows Longer, Healthier Hair In 3 Week", but you complain saying that the product does not work, yet only to realize that people had been complimenting your hair only after you forgot that you used it. Who knows, maybe my incredible beauty and talents are presents from The Glamorous One Above to my parents. Believe those two people, are really, really kind-hearted.
My inspiration for this not official article, yet so inspiring words from a Glamour-puss is that when I read the articles in internet, mind you people; I do read articles in the web, I saw that there had been a rise in Singaporeans needing food coupons, and some don't even have money to buy food. The thing that shocked me was, it was the SINGAPOREANS that have no money for food and whatever. I mean, Singaporeans... do you get what I'm trying to tell you? Singaporeans. Not the immigrants, whether legal or not. But true blue, Singaporeans. Honey, I get it. Having 4 kids and living on a single pay check is tough, especially in the economic meltdown. However, if you see the science, Singaporeans make much, much more money than most people in any country. A cleaner could earn $1000, how many countries could provide that? Japan? South-Korea? Venezuela?
If you cut back a lot, and I mean, no television, no hand phones, no need to eat at stupid KFC's or wherever, that is actually a lot of money. I mean even needy kids now have Hand phones, fuck, excuse me, I didn't get a phone until I was 16! Television, puh-lease... Kids will be much smarter without them. For me living a totally simple life is so damn perfect. Actually I find living like a monk on top of somewhere far in the alp of a mountain in Tibet or South Korea to be so damn appealing, but that is just me. I'm weird I get it. My point is, Our needy is not needy. It is just damn selfish and denial. The needy still wants to have that standard of owning a television set. Long time ago, my television broke and we only had one set that time, for freaking months I did not watch a single show, except at other people's homes. I totally enjoyed my time without that necessity. Not too long ago, my computer program damn straight broke into half and I couldn't play for months. Playing on a lap-top and playing on a desk top has its difference. I did not play, yet I had lots of time, reading books, learning languages, do my hair and nails, play with(eww) children. Life is so much better without gadgets from the 21st century anyway.
Despite, the long and winding story above, there is much to be learn from it. Maybe, people just aren't thankful enough, or maybe they are just doing something wrong with their life. Really. Oprah once said, "as human beings, you are entitled to live your life fully and happily without being in need to others". Oprah said it, so you should just paste it in the Bible and seal it altogether.
Its hard to relate this to the main point of donating right? Well, this is actually a scream to the stupid, give-someone-a-flower-or-crap they did. Its so damn adorable, yet strangely hypocritical for people who give those flowers. I mean, the old cleaner lady who works at that canteen for years, only now they gave appreciation for her. What about all those years, they ate at the same stall and yet the did not notice her cleaning up their hideous pork-meat mess. What about the next year, I bet the people won't even remember they did that "thing" to 'that" person.
My point is, donating should not reflect of your pity of sympathy or thankfulness to a person. Its good and its almost the same thing. But try to do it because it is what good, natural human beings do. As a very famous quote states, "A heart of gold never rusts". But honey, whether you're dead or not, "A heart of platinum is so much better!"
Besides, nowadays, donating or being good is like a publicity race.Who can donate the most. Totally unnecessary. It makes people believe that if they donate, they are Good People. My ass!
lots of love. Btw I love it when the Japanese came to our school.
