I love you not less

We rant. All the time.

We start talking about the new name for MSC, and we end up talking about Mak Nab's new house paint. How does that happen? Let me show you...

Say, three friends are sitting down talking over teh tarik and roti canai. Peah starts to talk about last night's news on tv. MSC has been changed to MSC Malaysia. Peah couldn't see the signficant of changing name and whether it will bring the country one gian leap closer to Vision 2020. Bedah, while munching the second mouthful roti canai raised her forefinger. A signal that she wants to respond to that. Several seconds later after the chew becomes smaller she said rebranding is one way of marketing. Just look at other corporate companies, changing names. Ayie, who from the moment she sat down devouring her roti canai thought about nothing else, agrees because even singers or poets or artistes like to be called with their pen name.

Bedah then say something about one of the nation's most celebrated singer/performer that she suddenly remembers. This singer uses a different name then that of his own. And Ayie says he is so handsome during the last award giving ceremony she wished she was the one wearing the groovy dress next to him that night. Peah says the colour is all wrong. (and you think here one of them will start talking about Mak Nab's new house paint)

Peah says the colour is all wrong like the design for the advert she was shown to the day before. Ayie says some people just don't get the idea of being radical and different. She starts talking about how in today's society, when someone dares to be different, he/she will be criticised. Look at Yasmin Ahmad. She brought new ideas to the local film industry and the mass reads her in thousand and one different ways. Peah says that criticism is needed to improve. Makes people better in one way or another. Bedah asks when can they arrange a movie day out to watch Gubra. They agree to go the next day.

They go quiet for a while. Savouring the mixture of the most celebrated drink and food in Malaysia. An old batttered car with kling klong sound passes them by. Ayie signals the waiter to get more servette. And Bedah says, "you know, my mum's next door neighbour, Mak Nab, paint her house this horrible fuschia shade..."