I ask myself "Do I hero-worship my father so much to believe all these years that his success in Malaysia was due to luck and acute business acumen?" I think I wanted so much to believe it because I wanted this one man in my life who deserved to be on a pedestal.
But I always defend him when people throw "Politicians in Malaysia" in the conversations to tick me off. You know, "golden handshakes".
I don't blame them for thinking that way- there are just too many corrupt politicians in Malaysia who fit that description. (After all, they all have extended families to feed with the money they procure with throwing their weight and influence around. Someone's gotta feed them and put their kids and spouses through university, innit?)
But I am disgusted.
So - I avoid KL like the plague and spent most of my time in Australia instead. There are a shitload of Malaysians here as well. Some are rich as hell and some are sour grapes towards those with money. Weird kind of self-hate going on here. I know, I know.
