i'm feeling pretty low because of work. but i'm happy too. not because of work, but because of what i believe is a critical turning point in the history of my country.

it's hard to keep silent, even harder to be indifferent (as much as i'd like to be) at a time like this. the personal turning point for me was this... after my sister related her account of the bersih 2.0 march over dinner with my parents, and we all indignantly scoffed at the blatant lies propagated by the mainstream media and the "right wing" political what-have-yous, i said to my parents in my usual disgruntled fashion,"f*ck this shit. let's migrate. really. would you guys think about it?"

and then...this is what my father said, "don't worry. things will change."

"things will change" - three little words from my dad. and it was all it took.

my dad. the ever-cynical-disgruntled-critic of malaysian politics and politicians, typical of his generation. he's been griping bout it since he was a wee lad, eating char koay teow in penang!

well if it's good enough for him, it's good enough for me. hells yeahs.