I promised to write about the events of Friday night as they were at best surreal. Papa convinced us to attend the PD Residents Association Dinner as a sort of 'lets do something together as a family' event. Shivani and I should have known better really since we have been to similar type events before and they have almost always been disasters. The dinner on Friday night was certainly in the top five of disaster events. It was a combination of corrupt politicians, butt licking 'pillars of society' who sang praises of the corrupt politicans, the flirtatious uncovered Malay lady in ill fitting national costume, the girl from KL performer who thought she was too 'modern' for the country bumpkins of PD, the Elvis impersonator and the drunk public school educated memsahib. All huddled together around tables of ten in the sweltering heat of a semi air-condition dinner hall decorated with gaudy Chinese lanterns and balloons. I nearly forgot to mention 'How Deep is Your Love' being played on loop on the karaoke machine as a form of entertainment for guests who arrived early because in true Malaysian fashion people didn't arrive until an hour past the advertised start time. Various residents then took turns to display their talents on the karaoke machine and in an attempt to woo the corrupt politicians further all the performances took the tone of 1 Malaysia, each race represented in the most stereotypical fashion possible but with the lovely touch of an Indian man singing a song in Chinese. I wonder how long this 1 Malaysia nonsense will last? The photo of Shivani and I looking happy was taken before all the madness began.