the pride, the pride.

what do sarah marbeck and monica pang have in common? one was allegedly davy beckham's woman on the side; the other was the second runner-up in the recent Miss America pageant in las vegas. they're both worlds apart, but brought together by one thing: they're sources of malaysian "pride".

for starters, i don't see how marbeck's frolicking with metrosexual exhibit B deserves any glorification. she came from pj, studied in assunta. brilliance. who cares? i'm pretty sure that there're other great examples of national figures who've achieved greater things than being suspected of having their pussies eaten out by mickey mouse (that itself is an ironic statement). and she's practically australian.

monica pang's statuesque. really pretty. her father's malaysian. she's lived in georgia her whole life. she's at least been to the country on visits, but subsequently, she has no great claim on being malaysian. and i doubt that she would mind, either. i don't feel much from having a newspaper tell me that a miss america finalist has a malaysian "link". i wonder how she feels? a woman who could've been Miss America. am i supposed to feel proud that her father decided to move to the states and not come back? and the fact that she's been there all her life and probably doesn't really speak a word of basic malay? eh?

(i'm over-sensitive).

in some ways, it's as if there's ever-present inferiority complex engulfing us.

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look. this country is going places. well, this country is undoubtedly going places: it's a neat place to live in, we're generally happy with life here and we're more developed than most people give us credit for. but sometimes, looking at what's published, it gives one the feeling that trying to prove something that we don't have to prove. there's really no big deal.

i'm not dissing anyone. there've been great malaysians, who've put the country into the spotlight.

jimmy choo makes great shoes.
michelle yeoh is *wow*.
karamjit singh drives his heart out (please give him sponsorship, anyone).
who can forget nicole david?
and the M. can't forget him ever.

but at the same time, there's no need to give extra attention on people who don't deserve it. especially when it leaves someone scratching their heads in confusion over the point of it all.

i could go on about the malaysian book of records. but talking about the futility of sniffing my armpits while standing on one leg for 8 hours doesn't sound that attractive. on the other hand, it does give me an idea for a whole new record to set.

see how easy it is?

the tallest flagpole.
the longest bridge.
the largest roti.

yes! malaysia tentu boleh!

lest you forget about our efforts to be a world player in the world of automobiles. after all, the waja was proclaimed to be "asia's bmw" back in australia a few years back. and purchasing augusta and having nothing to show for it. that's making an impact.

yes.

i'm proud to be malaysian. to an extent. that's already saying a lot. come on lah...there's no need to break into singing about the jalur gemilang or the great strides we've made since the beginning. that shit leaves goosebumps on my arms.

we're proud of who we are. and that's enough.