ROOSTER-MANIA

I'm convinced that the one thing that would make Bee's life absolutely complete is this rooster.

NOONDAY DEMON

Today, I feel so inexplicably depressed.

Actually, I'm sorry, I know why I am depressed, I guess I just don't really feel like talking about it.

I wish I could go to sleep, and wake up happy.

RANT

Today I was thinking, about the UMNO general assembly. Lately, the UMNO GA has been on my mind alot. Generally, I hovers at the edges of my consciousness but sometimes it just becomes really hard to ignore.

I find it painful that there are people who claim to have had the graciousness to allow me to live in this country. And then to have been accused of robbing them of their wealth, and being a general inconsiderate and unappreciative bastard.

I know no country but Malaysia. I was born here, I've lived here all my life (except for a brief forgettable stint "studying" overseas). I will probably die here.

I know little to nothing about China. I can barely speak the language, let alone read or write. I forget the dates to the Hungry Ghost Festival, the Mooncake Festival and the Dumpling Festival, but I remember 31st August. I can't tell you how many dynasties and what evil emperors pranced around over in that strange foreign land up north, but I can tell you alot more about Parameswara, Hang Tuah and J.W.W. Birch of the infamous I-Got-Killed-While-Showering-In-The-Nuddy scene.

So forgive me if I get a little incensed when you say that you've allowed me to live here, that you've allowed me to live a life in the only place I can call home. I have as much right to call Malaysia my home as you. It is my birthright, and I challenge you tell me otherwise to my face.

So instead of ranting and weapon waving in front of an idiot crowd of like minded people getting emotionally carried away, why don't you come to us and tell US what you have to say. Say it to your neighbour. Or the guy at the grocery store. Say it your daughther's school mates. Tell them that you've given them permission to be stay in your country.

You are killing what's great about our country. A country built on mutual respect and admiration for the culture and strengths of each unique race that makes us Bangsa Malaysia. I don't know why you do it, but whatever the reason, I hope it's not just to further your political career. Because if so, I don't know how you sleep at night you self serving bastard.

One day, we're just going to go. We already are, in little trickles. To Australia, to America, and yes, to Singapore. And maybe one day, you'll wake up, and we'll all be gone.

And then what? And then you'd start having to look at Other Issues. Like corruption. Like why our education system sucks. Like how you expect a police constable to live on RM600 a month. Like how suddenly your traffic is going to be worse than Bangkok's legendary jams. Like how civil service as a profession is a joke. Like why so many people are dying from crimes, violent and otherwise. Like what the hell you are going to do when the oil runs out in this country.

Inconsequential issues like that.

COUNTING MY TREASURE HORDE

I've just realized that for my birthday, nobody bought me the yoda backpack that I had blatantly posted on my website. This made me disappointed and very sad, and could have contributed to the karma of that awful My Birthday - Deepavali - Hari Raya week of holidays which are now going to be known as "The Worst Holiday Week Ever" in my personal history book.

BUT... the holidays came and went, and here am I. Alive and well.

Sans a yoda backpack, but alive and well.

For my birthday I received:

1. A beautiful book by nick bantock to keep me company at night
2. A sports voucher so that I may feed my badminton outfits fetish
3. A waiver for my car insurance payment (an inspirational gift by none other than my dad... oh the amount of thought that must have gone into THAT one)

ROAD RAGE

Was driving off to work today when somebody started a-flashing me with them high beam headlights. Usually I tamely move aside and let whatever giant monster truck pass me by for fear that they will suddenly realize that its not so hard to run over a little car like mine.

Today, I just felt like being annoying so I stayed in my lane.

After a while, the flashing got a little more intense, and prolonged. So naturally I did what I had to do and slowed down just a little. And everytime she (and it was a she because I sneaked a peek) flashed me again, I slowed down that much more.

And then of course I tapped my brakes a little, just to scare her when she was tailing me.

So to the lady in the large white monster of a vehicle, driving along the sprint highway heading towards jalan damansara at about 7am today stuck behind a ratty looking blue silver vios, I just wanted to let you know, that if you have followed me at a respectable distance for a while and let me realize it, I would have let you pass right after the toll booth.

But because you were so trigger happy with your headlights, I hope I made you very late for whatever you were rushing towards.

Aah. The joys of being a road hogging bitch on an early wednesday morning.