Like most Malaysians, I have a love–hate relationship with this country where I was born.
I love the smorgasbord of food that is to be had at any time of day.
I hate racists, bigots and extremists.
I love the peace and harmony we enjoy.
I hate how lies and half-truths have become part of our culture.
I love fantasizing about Malaysian girls, whatever shade of skin they may be.
I hate affirmative action and racial quotas.
I love the freedom of the Internet, being able to speak my mind without being blocked.
I hate the Internal Security Act, how it can be so easily abused by those with connections.
I love PETRONAS’ holiday advertisements, Lat’s witty comics, and Yasmin Ahmad’s outstanding films.
I hate corruption and bribery in all its forms.
I love sharing with others the beauty of all things Malaysian.
I hate the small-minded folk who dare call themselves our leaders.
I love the rich tapestry that is the history of our country.
I hate low-life, unprincipled frogs (Perakians, you know damn well who I’m talking about!).
I love the beaches, the jungles, the cities.
I hate the pollution and errant rubbish dumping in these places.
I love viewing the Kuala Lumpur skyline all aglow at night.
I hate the education system and its overemphasis on exam grades.
I love cheap, high-quality Malaysian-made goods.
I hate that imported cars still carry exorbitant taxes, and Proton cars still suck.
I love the progress we’ve made in just over fifty years of independence.
I hate how we often chase after superficial glory instead of doing something productive.
I love that Malaysia is the model for many developing countries.
I hate the blatant ignorance of those higher up about the real rot plaguing our land.
I love durian, mangga, and mata kucing.
I hate our growing attitude of apathy and tidak-apa.
Selamat Hari Merdeka ke-52, Malaysia. Enjoy your independence while it lasts.