Friday, September 30, 2011

Kiasu, Kiasi & Kiawhatever...



I first heard the word Kiasu (afraid of losing) & Kiasi (afraid of death / timid) while I was in the college in the mid 90's. I have couple of close Chinese friends who shared plenty of stuffs with me on these Chinese terms. I do not know for what reason, they told me that the twin K's terms were actually originated & referred to the Singaporean Chinese group. But nowadays, it has been widely use in the South East Asia countries.



It's quite interesting why these two terms are interchangebly use in particular to the Chinese community. I also wonder if the same terms appear in any other languages. With direct translation, those two words may seem to appear as negative or pessimistic. On the other hand, they also serve as the basis of attitudes to strive for excellence , never quite until you win & betterment of one social life standards.


Ironically, having raise in a semi-urban Malay family, these two principles do not seem to be awkward to me. My mother especially , had inculcated these two prionciples in our family. In fact, both of our parents were really paranoid about exam result. Since I was standard 1 until I graduated, my father had never missed a single review on my report card. There will always be an action plan after reviewing mine. This was one of the Kiasu in my family. My mother used to tell me that when all of us have grown up, she would not like to see large disparites amongst the siblings. I guess me, my brothers and sisters are considered moderate in our living, though one of my sister is filthy rich.




When it comes to Kiasi, I could deny that my parents were also paranoid of all of their children having involve in road accident, ended up non of us were allowed to apply for motorcycle licence. Even so, my brother, a law student, bought a motorbike (without my parents knowledge) while he was at the university, of course without a licence. A good start for a law student. On the other hand, my sister, who is practising law in Kuala Lumpur, has never drove a car to work. For more than 30 years, she used taxi. Her husband once joke that almost all the taxi drivers in Kuala Lumpur City know her. And my mother, the originator of the road and traffic "Kiasi", used to had her hand on the wheel but could not drive a car until now. Once, in the late 70's, when she was trying to reborn her driving skill, she had a duck murdered. A well bell -curved mark on that pity duck body.


These two simple Kiasu & Kiasi had actually shaped up our family in certain ways or another. I am actually glad that these two are actually positive and preventive measures for our own betterment and safety. I am honoured to pass down these kiasu and kiasi to my kids. Nowadays or in the recent few years, I am seeing more than Kiasu & Kiasi people , which I categorize as "Kiawhatever". People can go mad and do crazy stuffs , afraid of many things. Afraid of losing credibility, ethnicity, trust , money , jobsecurity , status and stuffs like that. That should be elaborated in the next blogging session i guess.





























Thursday, September 22, 2011

BMX in me.

Bicycle Motor Cross, that was what it was known, and is still famous today. Still nowadays, after three decades, youngsters still ride it as their symbol of teenagehood. For me, three decades ago, it was the symbol of respect amongst the boys. It all started with ET movie, then the Magic BMX. Owning one means getting the licence into the society of the never ending adventure (though for me, mom,s rule, it ends daily before Maghrib prayer). I was among the fortunate kid to own one, though it was not the high end version. It,s still a BMX.

My kids have yet to ask for all these stuffs. Partially thanks to Ipad and PC. They had their fun facebooking, gaming and ipading. Though i think may not be good for their physical growth. Things that worry me is that this stuff can get you far away from home. And today,s society are much too complex and unexpected. So, i hope my kids can take a good care of themselves. None of us became stunt man or professional motor cross champion.

While i was in Malacca town, i saw some early 20's with MP3 headsets on and a hybrid of a BMX and Mountain Bike, did some wheely and bike tricks. I do not know what they call that hybrid bicycle, but that remind me those days when we were like them except without the MP3 headsets. We used to perform those fancy stunts at the old dirt track which now had turned into housing estate. Raining season was the best as it produced more natural challenging tracks and muds bunkers. Neitherof us wore any safety protective equipment, i guess we were lucky as no one got seriously injured during the stunt.

Those bikes saw what we did, heard what we have said, puzzled with what we cursed and probably scared to death with our decision making. And those bikes saw each of us abandoned them, as time passed by, towards the next chapter of this life.
And one thing i remember, my father bought me the bike.




Blogging with ipad

Testing the app i've just purchased for $1.99. Steve Job, you have done great job for the Apple stakeholders. No wonder i couldnt blog the conventional way. Perhaps, one day , when you died, those who wish to attend your funeral need to buy app for $4.99, lite version.

Vision Accomplished

Vision Accomplished