That Guy Named Malaysia

It's been 50 years now since the creation of the Malaysia Federation. In Malaysian age it means another ten years to retirement. In their fifties, women wore longer skirts and men chased shorter one. But at this age, it would be expected that one should also had reached a degree of wisdom.

At fifty, one would have had grandchildren, a house, a car, a good saving or one would had already change their name to run away from Ah Long. Who knows?

But as a nation, a fifty year old Malaysia. What is his story?


Apparently, for many years other people had always thought he was six years older. Not sure whose fault was that.Maybe his parent who thought it would better if he was deemed older. Or maybe it was registration department? Or immigration department?

He is a hardworking man. Peaceful, diplomatic and well protected for many years...and maybe a little bit hypocritical. Like he can say he hates one guy but at night he would sent that other guy some romantic text professing his undying love. While at the same time thinking of stabbing that guy with a pencil.

He seems normal but he does suffer from a rare disorder... multiple personalities. Its like his right brain doesn't know what the left brain is doing and the left brain doesn't know which activity is actually right. So the left brain usually blamed the right brain and the right brain just leave the left brain behind.

Like a man leaving his wife who was nagging nagging nagging and didn't realize she was actually telling him the house is on fire.

Or something like that.

He is a little bit of an enigma. He told everybody his favorite color is green but he always walked around wearing rainbow colored two piece suits.

Lately, he was having some health problems. A few heart attacks due to his arteries blocked by yellow blood. Leg cramps due too much stress on only one part of his body. Other parts are punishing him from lack of attention. Had some injuries and lost some of his A+ blood.

If I'm his friend I will tell him to sit down, think and be honest with himself for a while. The heart attacks are actually, in a way, good for him. It means he needs to take care of himself better.

Cut the unnecessary desserts. Stop smoking. Go out and exercise. Meet some new people. Stop imagining stabbing that other guy with a pencil.

Pray to God.
Not to Allah though because the word had been banned.

And think himself as a whole and don't just focus on certain parts of his body or he might lose his leg someday.

All and all I think Malaysia is a sensible man. He is fifty now. But if he live to be a hundred, it means he had another fifty years.

And that is still a long way to go.        

Happy Malaysia Day peeps!