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Nasi sudah jadi bubur
Bitched on: Saturday, April 14, 2007
Time: 4/14/2007 02:20:00 AM
That means 'the rice has turned to porridge' in Malay.Time: 4/14/2007 02:20:00 AM
What it means exactly is simply 'what is done, is done'.
In other words, irreversible (not to be misread as Irreplaceable... to the left, to the left... ermm... digressed a bit there).
And I find it apt that the saying is in Malay too. Cause recently my dear twinnie received some flaks (again...) when she blogged about the poor parental guidance of Malay parents. And that will eventually result in juvenile delinquents and the cycle goes on. Then we try to 'handle' these delinquents and that would be too late. Bla bla bla...
Its not like its the first time we hear someone addressing that issue. Its undeniable no? Lousy parents bring up rotten children. As simple as that. And it would be hard to change these 'damaged goods'.
Her encounter with a wimpish Malay mother who was afraid to lay a finger on her misbehaving kid made her to make that statement.
But to generalise all Malays as bad parents? Hmmm... Now that's a sensitive and subjective issue. Its the few bad apples that will give the whole bunch a bad name. Plus, I don't see this issue as being unique to just the Malays. Singapore has truckloads of bad parents, across racial boundaries (no comments for other countries though).
But firstly, allow me to ask this question, 'what defines bad parenting?'
Is it the lack of supervision of the kids in public places? Not disciplining their kids in public? Or is it more than that?
Should we define with what's on the surface? With what we see? Or with what we ought to know?
Bad parents abuse their children, that we know. But that doesn't mean all the beating is bad and 'no beating' is good. Come on people, we need to smack them young ones' bottoms once in a while (non-sexually of course... you pervs).
So bad parents can be defined as parents who allow their kids to go astray, without disciplining their kids (doesn't necessary have to be publicly all the time). And these kids misbehave, obviously, with or without the parents presence.
A few weeks back I was aghast at the behaviour of two Malay youths (barely older than primary 1 schoolers). I was on the way to school, on the bus, and the bus was just about to turn around a bend, when out of the corner, these two boys prepared to dash across the road. The bus driver horned as a warning that made the boys stop in their tracks.
But instead of showing gratitude or even remorse, they showed animosity. With their fingers.
Yes, barely a metre tall (fine, I'm exaggerating) but waving their middle fingers high and proud, with a stream of vulgarities to boot. I was very appalled and downright disgusted.
If my son (in the future, I don't have one now; nor do I intend to have one now) were to flash his finger, I would cut it off with a chopper right there and then. And wash the filthy mouth of his with chillies and then a bar of soup.
In all seriousness, I would not hesitate to punish him right there and then: a spank or a slap. I will not have a problem disciplining my kids in public. In the first place, my kids will be so well behaved, they won't need public disciplining (*hmph*).
Spare the rod and spoil the child? No way.
If I need to, I would bring a cane every time we go out.
Just yesterday, I took a bus with the two siblings from hell (a Chinese boy and his younger sister). Oh my God. They were the epitome of rotten kids. Spoilt. Loud. And stubborn. It was a hellish bus ride with them. They sat on the same long rear seat with me.
They were pushing and shoving each other. Giggling loudly, singing loudly and talking loudly. LOUDLY. Even when I had the music in my Ipod turned to the max, they were still LOUD. Freaking loud. Especially the girl. She shouted for her father who was at the front part of the bus. And when I mean 'shout', I really mean 'shout'. Everyone (and I mean 'everyone') turned around to look at the little princess. The father must have been so proud of his little darling.
They kept jumping about on the seat on one end and I on the other end, had to endure the 'tremors' from the terror kids. And the little brats had their legs straightened against the back of the seats in front of them, which they kept kicking and shaking whenever they got overexcited.
The lady seated in front (whom I thought was the mother) kept turning around to scold the little brats. She finally decided to whack the legs of one of the brats in the end to prove her point. But, I realised that she wasn't the mother; when she alighted with me at my stop and left her 'kids' on the bus.
Now, a stranger discplining your kids? That's a bit too much, duncha think?
Another encounter with misbehaving kids also happened to me earlier that day. This time it involved a gang of misfits (no older than primary 3 schoolers). I was in the toilet cubicle doing my 'thang' when the cast of Little Rascals came in.
They began to repeatedly bang the door of the cublicle I was occupying. All the while laughing and threatening to break the door down. Why? Don't ask me. Stupid morons. I was this close to blowing up and (like what chimps would do when threatened, and this is a fact) throw some of my crap over the door.
Now that would have disciplined those rascals. These kids just need to learn their lessons the hard way.
Never mess with a guy on his throne.
Labels: Malays, ugly Singaporean
4 comments
4 Comments:
freaking rascals. if they did that while i was in the loo, i'd pull my pants up, go out, cuff one of their collars and drag him upside down to the security.
pull ur pants up? without washing first? lol.
Anyway goat almighty, wads ur real identity? do i know u? lol.
use toilet paper lor.
anyway, i have no idea who you are so chances are, you might not know me too.
okie, cool.lol
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