This blog deserves an update.
I don't know who we were kidding when the 3 of us tried to jump start the blog bandwagon when this was started almost a year ago. Well at least we tried. No harm trying, you twitter-loving scumbag.
Well here I am in a foreign city on the eve of Malaysia Day. I never forget. I like to think I'm patriotic like that. God I love my country. You never know how much you miss hailstones despite the gold rain here unless you're away for awhile. (this sentence was inspired by Jit Murad's play) Being my first time away for quite a while, I guess I was bound to be homesick.
When I say homesick, I don't mean it in a 'sekolah asrama penuh' kinda way. Of course being away from the humid weather and endless traffic jams is something I'm thankful for. It's just that on quiet nights like these, when the weather outside is freezing cold and wet, your mind likes to wander off where it once reigned: In Bolehland, the land of endless politicking and ungrateful fucks.
So on Malaysia Day, I want to see pass the rhetorics and the lies. I don't care about red paint, gay guidelines and whether any Janji has been Ditepati. Let this day remind us of how 3 (used to be 4) territories came together and laid birth to a nation. The only thing I felt should have been looked into was the date because it could have saved us the whole friggin' debate and countless arguments if Malaysia Day was held on 31 August. But come to think of it, at least we have something to quarrel about for the next one or two centuries.
Happy Malaysia Day!
I don't know who we were kidding when the 3 of us tried to jump start the blog bandwagon when this was started almost a year ago. Well at least we tried. No harm trying, you twitter-loving scumbag.
Well here I am in a foreign city on the eve of Malaysia Day. I never forget. I like to think I'm patriotic like that. God I love my country. You never know how much you miss hailstones despite the gold rain here unless you're away for awhile. (this sentence was inspired by Jit Murad's play) Being my first time away for quite a while, I guess I was bound to be homesick.
When I say homesick, I don't mean it in a 'sekolah asrama penuh' kinda way. Of course being away from the humid weather and endless traffic jams is something I'm thankful for. It's just that on quiet nights like these, when the weather outside is freezing cold and wet, your mind likes to wander off where it once reigned: In Bolehland, the land of endless politicking and ungrateful fucks.
So on Malaysia Day, I want to see pass the rhetorics and the lies. I don't care about red paint, gay guidelines and whether any Janji has been Ditepati. Let this day remind us of how 3 (used to be 4) territories came together and laid birth to a nation. The only thing I felt should have been looked into was the date because it could have saved us the whole friggin' debate and countless arguments if Malaysia Day was held on 31 August. But come to think of it, at least we have something to quarrel about for the next one or two centuries.
Happy Malaysia Day!
