Emotional Malaysians

Disclaimer: The entry can be best understood if you are Malaysian, or have been staying in this country for the past 10 years

Situasi

Seisi keluarga mengalirkan air mata menangisi kekalahan artis wannabe ke pusingan akhir Akademi Fantasiot.

Now, what am I trying to say here? Quantum Theory? Atomic Acceleration? Human Anatomy? Nayh. Simple as it is, how the stupidity of Malaysians is created and and passed onto their offsprings.

We malaysian we have a common traits shared by most of us - the tendency of watching entertainment-based show - lets me be specific, reality programme show. It does not matter whether if it is about singing, dancing, or talk/game show. The main source of our fetish here is well, you know it. Let me give tou a clue - it's a subsribed channel which name has the same syllable as ASS and THROW.

I am definitely have nothing against such show but it is baffling to see people practising their emotion at inappropriate places. On top of that, we have spent way more money on sms-vote than we ever had on donations. The usual cost for that kind of vote is RM0.50 and let say that a devotee of Akademi Fantasiot (a subtle name of an existing reality show) voted for his singer wannabe with 10 casts. Summing up, it makes the math for RM5.00, wgich is equivalent to 2.5 packs of Indonesia-smuggled cigarette.

Furthermore, the way we, Malaysians react to such programs is aghasting, and in the same time, puzzles me. We normal human beings with brains and mind of our own clearly know that every competition will contain defeat and victory. However, some of us cannot accept the way life is and cry to their heart content at both conditions: glory and defeat. The thing is, why should we cry when we gain nothing, neither do we lose anything; except for the stupid voting part. Why bother paying for something that will eventually  make you cry?Money is certainly not pubic hair that we can grow easily; please think wisely before you spend it.

I once watched a reality show that in this one particular segment, a random audience were selected to prove that he can really cry without any assistance from fake tear. A man failed and the camera view changed its focus to a crying female audience who WAS NOT ASKED TO CRY. And I was - WHAT THE FUN?

See? Our people has gone beyond my expectation. I thought we were heartless but we actually, are emotional and so incapable of thinking that obsessing ourselves with reality program will give us nothing in return except for the joy of crying over our own stupid obsession.