The sky has fallen

It’s 2:52am and Congress had just rejected the $700b bailout plan. Honestly, I feel like the sky had definitely fallen now that there is no intervention.

I’m not cheering the US economy is failing. As my friend S. puts it, America likes to eat. And when they go on a diet, the rest of us feeding the US is going to start dieting too.

In this case, America is not just going on a diet, she’s starving because she can’t afford to feed herself. The rest of the world…well, it’s not like we can sell our produce to Mars.

I can’t help but feel very angry at the Republicans who have rejected the bill based on their feeling that it is more important to keep socialism at bay rather than save the economy and the very people they claim to represent. I understand the concept of exemplary punishment, support the idea of free markets and free will but when push comes to shove, when people start losing their homes, what is more important? Values or making sure that people have enough money to pay their mortgages.

Are values worth putting aside for when people are suffering? Or should values remain an ideal that should never be put aside at any cost?

The only silver lining I see in this crisis are the people atthe RGE Monitor are banging on their drums saying that there are other alternatives, smarter and more efficient plans than what they call Paulson’s one (granted, it’s not their name and reputation on the line). So here’s to hoping that something logical will be done within the next few days and for a better plan.

There have been far too much drama in 2008. Here’s to a quieter 2009.


Checking for the Sky

Lately, I noticed that I have developed a very strange habit. After reading an article in the papers, I’d look outside my window to check if the sky, is you know, still up there. So far so good, the sky has not fallen yet and if you’ve been following the news especially from those heathen papers like the New York Times or the Guardian and the incredibly pessimistic Bloomberg, the sky should be predicted to fall…sometime within the next few days.

Today, after reading the news that Paulson literally knelt before Pelosi, begging for the bailout plan to go through, I think it is best for me to just hermitize and not read anything, not watch CNN and just stick to places like Fandom Wank and Fandom Secrets. I’ll probably start picking up fanfiction again. You know the Doctor would know how to solve this, and most fanfics are written by chicks who could not care less about dairy contaminants and the failing economy. All they care about is the power of David Tennant’s hair, which I have to admit, is indeed very powerful. Swoon worthy.

So this is my declaration to the public that I’m going to try my hardest to stop reading the NYT and the Guardian and think happy thoughts. And send positive vibes to Wall Street (because God knows they need it now). After that, I am going to throw myself into work and writing my novel whenever I can because at least in my story, I’m in charge of what happens there.

The Ritual of Saying Goodbye

When it comes to saying goodbye, I think it is always harder for the one saying goodbye. So, on Monday when I waved my sister goodbye, I can’t help but feel that I am going to miss her, but I am Asian after all, and Asians shed no tears. We are efficient in our emotions, we hide all our angst. Sometimes I think we are worse than the British stiff upper lip concept because whilst the British just hide their emotions, we Asians pretend emotions do not exist (except for rage, since we love to rage on) and then we express all other emotions through tackiness.

The more emotional and repressed the Asian, the more tacky they are.

But I digress.

So on Monday night, my family and I made the journey to Changi Airport, Singapore to send off my sister. We rarely fly from KLIA these days due to our patriotic feelings towards the  Democratic Republic of Moolah (translation: it’s cheaper to fly via Changi than KLIA). I do like going to Changi Airport, it’s a little warmer than KLIA and there’s actually places to chill out at for a while.

We have a ritual when it comes to sending family off. We would head to Singapore at least five hours earlier than the flight time, because Dad is paranoid that we would be caught up in some sort of jam, or a moose escaping from Singapore Zoo  would cause a rampage on the PIE and we’d be late and we’d miss the flight. We would almost always have dinner in Singapore and almost always, it would be at Burger King. Which is as tacky as it sounds but as Asians, remember, tacky is good. Tacky equals emotion. Fine dining means we don’t really care much about you.

And it’s also because BK Singapore is better than BK Malaysia. It’s trufax.

And then we’d have Starbucks. Because again Starbucks Singapore is better than Starbucks Malaysia and it would keep the family awake until the sister’s flight leaves. We would talk, mostly of nonsense like I’d whine about how the old lady at the mosque thought I was still in High School and my sister would whine about missing the food in Asia. Occasionally, my dad would interject with a soft voice telling my sister to study hard. Work hard for your family in Asia. Which makes my sister a little teary-eyed until my brother punches her and reminds her how much better the country will be without her being around.

When it was time to go, the family would crowd around by the departure gate. My parents would hug her goodbye feeling all sad. And then it would be me and my brother’s turn to say goodbye. So what do two very grounded people do when their sister is going away for a long time and not necessarily coming back this year? We wave goodbye. I remember my Western friends making such a fuss about waving at people when they are RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU but seriously? What’s the alternative? Hugging equals emotions and we prefer to think that they do not exist. Handshakes are far too formal so waving is acceptable.

And then we would head back to our home in JB, crossing the causeway with one less passenger in the car. It feels more empty than usual so we would either tell each other jokes to lighten the mood or do something stupid like drive with the boot open at high speed on the highway to ignore the gaping void in our lives. We’d cross the Causeway, muse at the ever-changing rules of the Singaporean Immigration and mum would nag us about getting up early the next day so we could drive back to KL.

I would then go to bed later that night, with one light on because I think it’s really the best way to avoid Kyuko from Ju-on appearing from underneath my blankets and not because the room is suddenly much quieter without the ridiculous emo music blasting from my sister’s pc.

Peace on Earth

With all the things that are going on in Malaysia and now, Delhi and the rest of the world, I’m thinking those beauty queens definitely had something going for them when they say they wished for peace on earth and for all of mankind.

It really is not at all a stupid request.

Can’t Live

One of my fondest memories of uni was a trip down to Cornwall. A bunch of my Malaysian friends and I made a huge trip of going down to Cornwall, four cars in total I think, visiting about five tourist sites a day for three days.

On the final day, we were going to St. Ives before heading up to Coventry and all of us were shattered from the non-stop sight-seeing. So there were about five of us in the car, and we were leaning against the car window, all quiet and keeping our thoughts to ourselves with the music in the background.

I remember, it was Shahira‘s music that we were listening to. Shahira had a decent mix, a good mixture of pop and rock, and some sappy sentimental hits which suited perfectly to the scenery that is Cornwall. Mariah Carey’s “Without You” was playing and the whole car was silent as we enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the south of England. It was with almost reverence that we took in the sights, the blue ocean that we drove by, the green rolling hills of the English countryside….when suddenly the ENTIRE CAR simultaneously started to wail,


Is even possible to listen to that song without suddenly wailing, “Can’t live?”