workaholics galore

Wednesday morning right after sahur I immediately got ready to go to UM. It was 5.30 a.m in the morning but hey, I’m a workaholic and quite frankly, there are loads to be done. Loads. As I was starting my bike I caught sight of an Indonesian maid washing a car. Now I have absolutely nothing against car lovers wanting to show their affection at 5.30 in the morning and hey, having another workaholic in the neighbourhood can’t be such a bad thing, can it? But the reality is, the car isn’t hers. It can’t be. No way. Nope. Nada.

Is that not abuse? Making your maid wash your car at 5.30 in the morning, is that not abuse? You betcha! Gila betullah. And while at that; is the washing of cars a domestic chore?

When I was much younger I always had this mild hatred towards the western world for having invaded this part of the world (or any parts of the world for that matter. And while at that, I’m against a lot of the US external policies). And I always had this mild hatred towards the Japanese for all the pain and suffering they brought upon this land we call home. I had always thought that this tendency to bring about suffering unto other human beings do not belong to this land. And how I thought wrong. This disease does not belong to the western world. It does not belong to the developed nations. It belongs to humankind. All nations have people in them who opress and abuse whenever they have the chance to do so and it’s a sad, sad thing. We name them racists, sexists, ageists, and whatever ists there are, but the bottom line is, they have one common way of thinking; if you’re not one of ours, it’s OK for me to abuse you.

And the worse thing is that I can’t do anything about it.