I do not know who to turn to since StopTheLies revealed about my relations with Dear Leader. I hope you know who Dear Leader is as he is popularly known in Penang.
I am depressed because I cannot tell anyone about my frustrations. As you are aware, almost everyone I know in Penang is a worshipper of Dear Leader. He is a like God to them. I fear this fanaticism would lead to a temple or a church being built soon.
They cannot imagine he is a mere mortal capable of love, or at least, lust. I thought there was a good thing going on between us.
There was so much we share. We love politics. Unlike most Penang men with their ugly dark skins, Dear God has white porcelain skin. After all, he is not a beach bum from Penang.
We also share a dislike for Koh Tsu Koon, my utterly useless ball-less ex-boss. It was good I quickly switched support to Baby God, another of his nickname, when the Rocket won. He noticed me and I noticed him. The rest was history.
There was love. I know, most people do not see him as a human being. But we knew we were made for each other.
He always teased me about “the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow” in reference to my Rainbow nick name, and I love it. He was such a romantic.
He even abandoned his father’s ugly, 1950s slick back, Tan Cho cream, hairstyle for the more modern hair do.
But I guess it was my mistake. I regretted encouraging him. That gave way to suspicion. But I only wanted the best for him. He deserves to look better than his father.
Soon, the ugly bastards, sorry for my anger,…Soon, office politics came in. The DAP snakes, I suspected tipped off the Malacca First Lady.
Why would she drop by in Komtar? The place is a rot. The shops are all shut down. I knew they wanted me out of the office.
They got they wanted. I felt pity for Baby God, who has now stayed away from me. I feel used, discarded and abandoned.
I do not know how the Chinese media knew about this. I rather suffer alone as no one would believe me. If I talk about it, I would be branded a traitor in Penang.
I feel lonely. I am told he sometimes listens to Robin Gibb’s “How Do You Mend A Broken Heart” secretly but I am not sure anymore. Maybe I am imagining things.
I trust no one but I know only a Transformation Plan will work for me. I need to remain sane.