Heaven bent to take my hand,
And lead me through the fire,
Be the long awaited answer,
To a long and painful fight...
Sarah Mclachlan’s Fallen plays softly in the background. Her ghostly voice and a matching rhythm complements the prevailing pensive mood hovering above me. The gloomy lyrics are mostly drowned out by the ageing ceiling fan pleading for repairs in a decible more squeaky than ever.
I sat for two hours in semi-darkness tonight, staring blankly at a glaring computer screen, distracted occasionally by the faint sound of an overfed rodent doing his routine workout on his undersized hamster wheel.
I am both apathetic and impatient.
I’m waiting for the day Malaysia gets a new ruling party, one that is different from the corrupted, racist, bigoted federal government we have right now. The Sabah People’s Progressive Party (SAPP) is scheduled to make a groundbreaking announcement by morning. Is this the beginning of a new era for Malaysia or is this another one of those false alarms?
Actually, it doesn’t really matter that much. Regardless of whoever is in power, I know fully well that there will be no radical transformation for the land called Malaysia. The social inequality and religious dominance will remain, if not in one form at least in another. PAS Youth will still make silly unrealistic statements and the DAP will still be opposing fervently. Singapore will still lure the local professionals and Malaysia will remain the greatest supplier of trained and skilful personnel.
Whatever happens, whatever does not, I will not lose sight of the people (and animal friends) that matter to me.
In the end, as Lilo and Stitch put it, family sticks together.
“"This is my family…. It's little, and broken, but still good." Stitch, 2002