I WUV U!
If our country could talk…maybe it could say the following:
It’s going to be my 48th birthday in a few hours. I can’t say that I don’t look forward to the occasion, neither can I say that I look forward to the future.
You see, it’s not because I am afraid of the future…it is because my children are starting to complain – about each other…about me. I can see it in their eyes.
They look at me as some decrepit senile old goat. They bitch and rant about my rules, about how imperfect I am without realizing that it wasn’t so easy for me to set up this family in the first place. I had to sacrifice a lot – my youth, my blood, my sweat…just so that my children could be proud of being freemen. I wish they could see it the way I did sometimes.
As much as I’d love to cast them out as ungrateful whiny brats, I can’t. Believe it or not, I still love them ALL unconditionally. I look at them and I see them as they were on their first day on this earth in my arms – babies. MY babies.
I watched them grow up, I watched some of them rebel against me (but that’s what children do), hell…I even watched some move away from me (they all grow up and build nests of their own). And like other other loving parent, I never fail to wish them lasting success and happiness no matter where they are.
My arms will always be open for you, I tell each and everyone of them. Just promise me one thing…
Never forget me.
Despite our complaints, despite our rants, we forget one thing – we are still citizens of this country. Children of this family. We have not been cast out by force (unlike in some families) but by our own choice. Let us remind ourselves that in every family, there will always be issues, problems and favouritism. Instead of waving our dirty laundry in public or running away from home, why not try to fix the problem?
And should we ever decide to leave this place most of us call home, please understand that calling your former home a shit-hole is never the right and honourable thing to do. It is almost akin to calling your parents names. If we can understand why you left, why can’t you understand why we are staying?
As our family’s birthday draws nearer by the hour, let us come together as a family in peace and love to remember how we came to be in the first place – freemen and freewomen of this land we call/once called home.
Happy 48th Birthday, Malaysia! May the years to come be filled with happiness, peace, growth and everlasting sweetness of your youth!
Woohoo! You did it! That really WAS fast…
Comment by Sashi — September 1, 2005 @ 9:22 am
Aiii, I was one of those complaining about her other children. Hope she is not mad.
Comment by BawangMerah — September 1, 2005 @ 11:04 am
If you ask me, it’s not the terrorist that inflicts fear, it’s the poeple themselves that do this. I remember watching Fahrenheit 9/11 (http://imdb.com/title/tt0361596/)and in one part a psychologist was talking about how fear works and affects the lives of the people. He was talking about how the new US Terror Alert affects the minds of the americans. By simply raising the level, it causes people to go hysteria and panic. The same goes with all those security measures, it’s those things that instill fear in us, not so much the terrorists themselves…
Comment by centerpide — September 1, 2005 @ 1:59 pm
Sashi: Yeah…but still got some fine tweaking to do before I put up pings.
BM: Nah…at least I’m not.
Centerpide: Me thinks you commented on the wrong post dude.
Comment by Mei — September 1, 2005 @ 2:21 pm
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