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The Fall of Rumoku...

Oh...my...God. I hope that God will forgive me for this sin. I can hardly bear to write these next few words, but I fear that I must. Only hellfire awaits for the crime that I have undertaken: I am becoming Malaysian. Forgive me!
Pray, lend me your ears. 'Tis a story that will harrow your very soul! Maybe. It all starts innocently enough. I was driving to the nearby 7-11 store when I noticed that I hadn't buckled up. Hold your gasps, gentle readers, for it gets worse!

Today...as I drove home from Teddy's place (where I got to see his new phone and digital camera. Pretty snazzy stuff. I want a digital camera as well. But I have no idea which one is good, yet cheap enough for me to afford. Any suggestions?) when I saw...it.

My world changed in those few seconds. The man that I thought I was was revealed to be only a façade. I thought that I was above the idiocy that generally runs through the Human Pool that we recognize as Malaysians. I am one of them. Why? There was a burning truck just before the toll that leads to shah alam.
And...may the heavens forgive me...I...I...slowed down to look! The whole cabin was engulfed in fire and was pretty much blackened by the heat of the searing fire. Many people had stopped by the roadside to "lend a hand" as it were. It was, of course, a lie. They were there to just look. By God's teeth! They just stopped to look at the accident as if it were a spectacle for their amusement. I had always despised the Malaysians for that trait. The trait that Malaysians call kay-poh-chi-ness (the equivalent nosey parker-ism)...I have always hated that. But, I beg forgiveness though I expect none, I found myself wanting to join them. I wanted to be entranced by the fire, to stare at that chaos and know that I was safe from it. I am Malaysian and I despise me. Rumoku is no more...there is only darkness now. I am reborn. I am... Dark Rumoku (that's so goth. Hee hee ^_^).

Feel the hopelessness of it all, for you too are a part of it. You are part of the lie. Yes, reader, you. Know who you are! You are a nosey parker as well...recognize it! Join the dark side and we can rule as...erm...Weblogger and Webloggee. You can be my lackey. Unless you're a mak cik (a renowed breed of female gossiper...often seen in Malaysian communities spreading half truths and rumours at a drop of a hat. Unfortunately, many malay females succumb to disease (read: age) and evolve into one of these. It is fate) in which case I bow to you. I'm nothing compared to you. You are the pinnacle of societal maladies. In which case I want nothing to do with you. I'm turning evil, but hopefully not that evil. Dark Rumoku has spoken!