(not sure about the title)

Bapak rugged, anak groovy;
Sedang membiak di sana sini.
Di pantai memakai bikini;
Di kubur memakai mini.
Orang-orang kampung menghadap kiblat;
Mereka membawa komik-komik barat.
Bermain karate, ganti bersilat;
Makan anggur, menggantikan langsat.
Gasing dibuang, dimajukan bowling;
Berasmara mereka kata necking;
Buang Mak Inang, menggantikan dansing.
Tetapi, bila bergula dalam kencing;
Barulah teringat nak makan jering;
Terkenang kepada petai dan kerdas;
Barulah nak belajar mandi hadas.
Melayu bukan, Malaysian pun bukan;
Cina bukan, Indian pun bukan.
Inikah akar-akar yang mengaku rotan?
Atau kaca-kaca yang mengaku intan?

Somehow, I just like this poem. It's written by Pak Sako. Yeah. I just like the last sentence a lot for some reason. I'm a nationalist. Once, I ranted on somebody's blog because the blogger feels that Malaysia is not good enough - in everything apparently. If anyone had seen that rant, I am 'thy shall be named aika'. I know I shouldn't use a pseudonym but a part of me feels that a person only respects me when I'm anonymous. I mean, I'm just a 15 year old girl who speaks like a bimbo - why would anyone care what I say? Why? It's not like I'm getting much respect from anyone.

I've read a poem a long time ago about loners. One line caught my attention. I still remembered how it goes:

'When nobody knows you, no one can hurt you'

That is one thought that loners lived by, conciously or subconciously. I should know. I was one.

-- Optimism blinds. Sometimes.