My parents called because it’s independence day (and also it was the weekend and they were on their way to Ipoh).
Mom told me hardly anyone back home is flying the flag; as a form of protest she says.
“I’m flying mine,” I said as I looked at my jalur gemilang, draped over shelving units and held down with a textbook in the living room.
“They should make you a datuk.” Came the reply.
I’m not sure if she meant that I was silly for doing it or that I should be commended for being a die hard patriot.
There was a line from Gubra (I think it was Gubra) about how hard it is to love a country that doesn’t love you back. It makes one quite sakit hati, like someone once said. And there’s no satisfactory English translation for that feeling.
Hate to say it but I didn’t even realize it was Merdeka today.
You know, I’ve never been to a Merdeka Day parade. I think I’ve actually been to a 4th of July one, but not a Merdeka Day one. For shame!
The only reason I knew it was Merdeka was because I saw your countdown a few days back.