This column first appeared in The Malay Mail Online on March 12, 2015.
MARCH 12 — “Please don’t run, I won’t rob you.” The thought flashed through my mind.
I could not stop myself from thinking that two days ago.
In a swanky city café I felt all so urban and in — I would not go as far as calling myself chic, urbane or fabulous but my shirt was ironed and pants were involved — until the lady at the table next to me got up abruptly and took her drink, cigarette and shopping bags with her as soon as I was seated; and relocated to a table much further away. With only a sprinkling of patrons inside and on the sidewalk where I was, it did appear like she was trying to distance herself. The lemongrass tea lost its fragrance after that.
MARCH 5 — On Saturday, as a country, so many things will be clearer.
There’s a rally on that day, the 7th of March in the city — not quite the Ides of March but it certainly appears ominous for Pakatan Rakyat. All indications point to a mediocre turnout at this latest instalment of #KitaLawan (We shall fight) and a real dent on the prophesy claiming the people of the country will show up as they did at the height of Reformasi in 1998 if Anwar Ibrahim goes to prison again.