Thursday, July 17

CDM25 And The Stupidity Continues


CDM25 , white Peugeot 208 probably has become Malaysia's most famous car plate number. The video, which began to circulate on 15th July 2014, has become so viral beyond our imagination. A minor accident happened in UTC Kuantan, and Uncle Sim (the chinese man in red) accidentally scratched a white Peugeot 208. The lady driver of the car, was fuming with rage that she took her steering lock and yell in anger. In summary, what she did was:-

1) Yelling at the old man, scolding him stupid.
2) Took out the steering lock and slam on the old man's car.
3) Demanded RM2,000 from the old man as compensation.
4) Took the old man's car keys.
5) Told passerby that the old man is Chinese and he scratched her car in purpose. 

Well, all of her actions were equally bad, and the racist remark of "dia cina. Saya tahu dia sengaja" (translation: He's Chinese, I know he did it on purpose) was the worst of all. 

Initially, I didn't want to blog about this, because what I had thought and felt in the beginning was clearly stated in Timothy Tiah's blog post about this incident. Why had no one stopped or calm this raging lady during the incident? Why this lady would say out such a racist remark? And how dangerous this world has become that her private details, such as her phone number, her address, her workplace has all been released to the public, in retaliation for her lack of manners. 

Today, I was aghast to find out that Kiki Kamaruddin (the raging lady, owner of white Peugeot 208 CDM25) was being interviewed by Hitz fm, MY fm and Fly fm. Which all encourages the nation to forgive her and she deserves a 2nd chance. 


It's not that I'm being unreasonable, but does these radio station feel its necessary to jump on the publicity of this ugly event? It's a road rage filled with racism that disgusted the people, is it really necessary? Respect and forgiveness is earned, not asked. How dare this Kiki asked us to forgive her, just because Uncle Sim has forgiven her? Whether she has truly repented is another story, because I don't feel any sincerity in her. 



Smiling and all, she seems to be enjoying the limelight! Well, smiling isn't a crime, i know. But the core is, i don't think she should be interviewed. I don't think she deserves to be famous in this way. 

A normal people would not yell at the elderly, bandishing steering locks and damaging other's property. Normal people apologise immediately when they realise they have done something wrong. Normal people have a thing called conscience. Normal people will stay low and allow things to cool down, until people forgets about it.

I'm not the only one being disgusted by the publicity given to this lady. 



So now that she has appear on the radio, I guess there's television interview as well, or maybe her own talkshow or reality show "Keeping Up With Kiki"

The hero of this whole incident is Uncle Sim, and yet he wasn't being highlighted.  He should be respected and admired  for being so calm, and patient with this raging lady. Furthermore, he even forgave her and refused to take legal actions against her. These traits have long extinct in humankind. 

I shall reiterate again, I guess we no longer need to make home-porn video to be famous, just be a racist-road rage and  immediately be famous! (Sarcasm intended)

Xoxo
Msxeroz

Thursday, July 10

Cilaka Cicak!

One fine night (Last night), I felt bored and wanted to get drunk. 
So, I head to the kitchen, and opened my kitchen cabinet...


I grab a bottle of Black Label from the hidden liquour storage area place we use to keep our liquor. With a blank mind, I closed the cabinet door again.

I felt a warm sensation, something ribbon-like on the back of my hands. I place the Black Label on the kitchen counter, and flung my hands, without looking...

I was in drunk-like mode even before I started drinking! The warm sensation still lingers on the back of my hand. "Whats that?" I asked myself.

While my brains are telling me it must be some liquor sticker, sticking on the back of my hands, my optic disc in my eyeballs detected that bloody organism and converted the electro-chemical impulses.


The Cicak clung on the back of my hand, still.. and my whole body jolted as though I was cursed by "Avada Kedavra". I gave a sharp shrieked and "break-danced" to the living room. The last thing I knew, I flung my hand as I jolted, and the cicak was thrown up and dropped on the ground...

I ran away too fast, unable to see where did it go!

HOMAIGOD! HOYEURGOD! 

Now everytime I open the kitchen cabinet, I could feel the phobia, and fear crippling my mind, body and soul. I knew it was there, lurking, watching my every move!

WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO HAUNT ME!!!



It's not once, it's not twice.... IT'S ALWAYS THERE!

Recommend me a psychiatrist, I think I'm suffering from PTSD now.