Sunday, April 29, 2012


It's a good thing that I've escaped, isn't it?
It's great that I no longer live in Malaysia, with its corrupt leaders and a regime that is due for change.
I don't feel for those who are left behind.
I'm not Malaysian anymore, after all, isn't it?
Yea, right.
The truth is, with every act of violence, or cruelty, or corruption, my heart bleeds. I feel angry. And hurt.
And yet, pride, at the brave sons and daughters who went out in masses, asking for a electoral reforms.
May we someday see the change we so need.