storm contained, sunshine boxed, freedom shackled.

its a day after 13th May. forty years ago yesterday.... 13th May 1969.... a day where racial discords ran its deepest and most violent...

i was born 4 years after that... history books never illustrated the incident... neither did my parents and grandparents want to talk about it...

my family were run-on-the-mill kinda people... we were plain, normal folks... but the scars on my late grandfather's body and on my dad's neck were unmistakable... just normal folks who lived near kampung medan then... dad only told me about his scar on his neck once... to save my grandfather who was injured... a parang... and he never mentioned it again to me...

if you're wondering wut happened... read this... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_13_Incident

it was as close to a genocide as you can get... where it started off as a political tick and turned into a 4 year national curfew, the resignation of a prime minister, not to mention the deaths of hundreds of malaysians...

until today, there are no clear explanations of that fateful day... and every race has their own point of view... we are all still vary of each other... there is not enough of interaction and understanding between races, religion and cultures... everyone just seem to tolerate each other...

malaysians... i wonder when will we be able to proudly call ourselves a malaysian instead of introducing ourselves as, 'hi, i'm a malaysian chinese' or 'i'm an indian who lives in malaysia'...

i wonder.....