One thing that I hate about Eid in Malaysia is excessive noise due to firecrackers. Don’t get me wrong. I love firecrackers. I really do, especially roman candles. Noise is an inescapable part of enjoying firecrackers. Still, if people want to play it, especially the ones that go kaboom, I strongly suggest those people to exercise their right of having fun somewhere out of any residential area.
I cringe every time an explosion blared during a relatively calm night. Unsuspected explosions always step up my heart tempo. I minor heart attack if you will. And I think Kuala Lumpur this time around has more explosions than Baghdad, albeit less deadly.
And there you go. Another one had just gone off, along with a couple seconds of my life.
Seriously, a lot of people that are playing firecrackers are inconsiderate buggers. Since these people being blithely discourteous, from now on, I promise myself that I am going to treat myself with a bar of chocolate each time a brat loses his or her finger, eye or dick.
Yes, I hope you damned buggers lose your dick with a spectacular show of rainbow and some decibels to match it.
Hear me, if you’re in Kuala Lumpur, go to the lake garden or somewhere secluded for your activity. Or better yet, join the Al-Qaeda or American foreign legionnaires in Iraq or Hamas’ and Israeli in Israel – I don’t care which side, any will get you dead, pronto, almost; that’s good enough for me – and make all the booms you want.
And what the hell the police is doing? It’s supposed to be illegal to sell firecrackers out in the public, much less playing contrabands in the public.
