• Hey guys. Salam hari Jumaat. So on last Wednesday (9th May 2018) the whole Malaysia was shooketh on the poling results after our 14th General Election to pick a new governing body for Malaysia. 

    Ia merupakan satu pengalaman baru bagi aku sebab this was my first time voting. Kawan aku yang lahir bulan Januari/Februari 1991, this was their second since diorang sempat mendaftar utk vote at 13th PRU, 5 years ago (klau slh sila betulkn). So kalau nak cerita pengalaman first timer tu, sama je kut untuk any 90s babies especially 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96 & some of 97 babies. 

    I still remember how I'd registered dkt kampus dulu with one of my bff, and we were so excited to cast our first vote that will change the shape of the future. (bunyik nak gah je). Anyhoo, at that time I would already know by heart who should I cast my vote to since the tyrannical government yg dah memerintah and has been a pain in the ass for the past two semesters of their ruling. 

    The funny part of my first hand experience voting was that, the whole family has to go back to Sungai Buloh to vote, and I'm the only one tersangkut kena pergi vote dkt SK Batu Arang. Nasib baik sepupu aku pun vote kat situ, so we went early that morning. Cerita dia, sepupu aku ajak pukul 6.30 pagi! tak boleh blah (asdfghjkl) punyalah aku bgn awal pagi tu, sekali dia datang amik kat rumah pukul 7.50 dah nak dekat pukul 8. PIGIDAH JANJI MELAYU KAU IJAH!

    Once dah park kereta, time ni dah ada satu barisan luar sekolah sementara tunggu pintu pagar utama sekolah tu bukak since voting starts at 8 and kitorang sampai memang tepat pukul 8. Lucky us, tak ramai sangat time tu. We went in, and queue macam biasa. (Ada this one funny incident happened before I went to line up, tapi ni aku simpan koleksi peribadi jelah) So aku sempat borak dengan perempuan cina depan aku, she was so friendly with her warm smile. Dia tegur semua orang, and a few malay guys up front keep on reminding people queuing behind us by saying, Ni Saluran 5, Saluran 4 kat depan sana. (It was a small gesture tp jadikan the whole voting process a bit more smooth). 

    Petang tu, Ijah belanja Subway dkt Aeon Rawang & kitorang cari cendol sampai ke celah kampung semata2 and talk about everything yg dah lama pending (ni boleh save untuk entry lain kali). That night, I got home and stayed dpan tv smpai pukul 4 pagi, tengok Malaysia Memilih dekat Astro Awani. I gotta say this, Awani is by far, THE MOST HONEST & SPOT ON media yang takde filter dah nak jaga hati ke apa ke, dat was the kinda media dat we want. Bukan yang dok feeding us sugar-coated news, sampai naik berbulu telinga mendengar. 

    Later that morning at 3 am, it has been announced by our beloved Tun Mahathir that Pakatan Harapan won by simple majority of the parliament and dat made them our new government. It got so interesting during the whole process where I got to scroll twitter tgok warga twitter meroyan and bashing on SPR, all viral notes saying ada riot coming in Klang, Putrajaya and a few more places, saying akan ada darurat yadda yadda yadda. But apparently, everything went well and Alhamdulillah, the tyrannical dictator was brought down with fair and square via votes of furious but yet intelligent citizens. (Mama iz proud)

    PRU 14 has mark the image of how an election should work and how the voices of the citizens matter the most to change the governing body. & Afta dat long ass 60 years of dictatorship, we manage to secure a better future in some very good and promising hands of the new cabinet. A super sleek democracy indeed.

    I've read somewhere saying bout the past black history of our DSAI & Tun and how come they could shake hands and hug it out like nothing happened. Some people bash on saying the very next day, GST was still on going and that the new government was a lie and trash (yang ni, minx org yg cakap pasal GST belum terhapus tu, minx dia hapuskan diri dia sendiri please). I laughed it off. I've read some tweets and Instagram captions from our home-grown artists, Afdlin Shauki, Yuna, Adibah Noor by saying some very inspirational and almost tear-jerking stuff, congratulating the new government. 

    We are here to stay, protecting our nation out of bribery, out of scandals, out of conspiracy, out of scams, out of tyranny and dictatorship, out of abuse, out of everything that is wrong and manipulative to the people of the country. 9th May 2018 marks the day of a beautiful nation, changing for the better, growing for the better, and to the black history that will soon be use as a bidding point from the opposition to the new lineup of leaders, it was the power of forgiveness we saw beyond virtue. 

    From a lesson-learnt citizen, To the new governing government, For a better nation, 
    Salam Malaysia Baharu.
    Love, Anas Roshad.


    Education corner. 
    Korang kalau yang tak tau Biduk tu apa, Kiambang tu apa, ha ni ada google picture. LOL.
  • Salam guys. 
    Today's topic:
    So my family decided to put on a kenduri tahlil/kesyukuran menyambut Ramadhan tomorrow Saturday 5th of May 2018. I am working from home, and as a traditionalist parents that I've got, they'll just put me under the category of unemployed. So as we speak, my parents were worried sick of how I'm still chill and relax by the idea of me not working and be resourceful of my own. So earlier on (as I'm typing this entry) I went to the kitchen just to find my mom was busy chopping potatoes, soaking green beans for bubur kacang later, frying tempe and she starts whining of how I am never a help in the kitchen while she's busy doing all these stuff. 

    The menu is pretty epic, lining up to Ikan Patin Masak Tempoyak, Ayam Goreng Berempah, Gulai Nenas Ikan Masin, Ikan Keli Goreng Sambal, two more fishes TBA of the dishes, some fruits, popiah goreng, kek batik and air sarsi. I was shocked, but that's kinda the norm of whenever this family put on a kenduri. 

    Here's the ranting part of my mom to me earlier just now. She said, 

    "Esok jangan tidur je, bangun awal, tolong mak, banyak benda nak kena buat. Nanti semua orang tanya mak, mana Anas, mana Anas, mana Anas, kau tu keje tidur je," as always, that has been her favorite modal to make me do work. But to her non-concerning mind, I'd already came out with a fistful amount of thoughts to it. 

    I know a lot of guests will come, collectively from my relatives, my parents closest friends, the neighborhood and some random people that I might or might not recognize their face will attend the kenduri. Traditionally as it has always been, the kenduri will start after Zohor, with greetings from my dad and tahlil right after. Now, here comes the part where we feed the guests. 

    I was brought up with enough information about this kenduri thang and how it works, and how it exhaust the host and how it really means to feed people who came to your house and do some tahlil with you. Here comes the part where I got triggered. Mom was so furious when I caged myself up in the room because I don't wanna meet my super-bawang maciks and their super-bawang questions, but mind you, I've already got plenty of counter attack answers to that. The thing that triggers me the most is how my mom blurt out saying she's so freaking tired of cooking of preparing a lot of stuff with no help from her kids (this is so untrue) and how she wanted all of her kids to layan the guests and entertain them. I for one has a supreme allergies to bullshits comes to the realization that, WHO ARE WE KIDDING?

    I was about to educate my mom on this but she said this first. 

    "Belajar tinggi-tinggi tapi tak boleh fikir" Kak Ros triggered me hard. 

    The idea of me going out and entertain the guests? Yes, acceptable. But to impress them with their shitty questions? and people asking of my whereabouts? (INTENSIFIES) I am under no obligation to impress these people I hardly even talk to except raya or just a simple hai, apa khabar that's it. But to my mom's mind, I have to fulfill their wishes of wanting to know my whereabouts, wad do I do now, bila nak kahwin, bila nak mati dan segala mak nenek soalan dorang nak bagi. Now, that idea right there, is a bullshit of idea of having a kenduri. 
    This is 2018 guys. This is the era of where people mind their own business. Kau nak kerja? Kau nak kahwin? Kau nak pindah rumah? Kau nak mati? It's up to you, nobody else will do it for you. It's your effort, your job, your thang. There'll be people saying, in religion saying that we should take care of our relatives and all, yes shit. Look at how you look after your neighborhood. Sometimes benda tu pemanis mulut je, ice breaking to start a conversation, I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST THAT. But seeing my mom taking shit too serious like my future depends on talking to relatives and reporting my status to them, now that's what triggers me the most. 
    Guys, I'm not saying this to burukkan my relatives, I'm sure enough all sedara melayu did this once in a while, I love my saudara mara from my abah's side or my mak's side. They're cool. The idea of this entry was simply just to fight off my mom's idea of how a kenduri should work. 

    You know what's the ugly truth of having to hold a kenduri at your house is? Guests will never know your financial state, you burn your chicken when you're cooking Ayam Rempah, you chopped your finger when you're slice open a big ass tembikai, or let alone what's your health a night before. They come for the feast, they did ask how do we do though, but obviously we're gonna answer almost immediately we're doing fine.

    Don't take me wrong, some did come early to help, I was just focusing on those people who think they're the superior guests. Weh, kalau aku datang rumah orang lambat (lagi2 sedara) and tak tolong pape, aku tutup mulut je weh, takde nak jadi Super-Bawang kat situ. Ringan tangan tolong basuhkan pinggan or clean up the mess dkt buffet pun dah kira ok. And to that point I'm asking again, datang pun sekadar untuk makan kenduri, what makes them eligible of knowing what's my struggle and what I'm fighting for when they weren't even there in the first place.

    Kau makan dan kau berambus. Kau sapa nak tau pasal hidup aku? I don't even know you. Habis citer.

    p/s: people will say I'm ignorant in being in my own bubble, or tak nak campur orang. Oh honey trust me, I've met enough people to take them seriously or not.

    some more p/s: I don't think I can educate my mom on this rebellious idea, see, she's a traditionalist minded. It's just how things are. Samalah macam macik2 Super Bawang yang tak ke mana tu. Saying I'm not doing anything with me not working and them membawang has no outcome of it, what's make the difference? Odd...