It's August 16. It's my birthday, my 22nd birthday. 22 years ago, in Luyang, Kota Kinabalu, Sabah, Malaysia, all hell broke lose and a fat boy was born. No one heard heaven rejoicing. All there was were the high-pitched shrieks of a bloody baby. They called him Daron. Daron's first year, was uneventful. There must have been things going on, but Daron can't remember. Daron thinks he was slow in his toddler years. The first five years were spent at a flat with few friends. He had his Moslem friends whom he would follow around the residential area, cursing profanely at passerbys. 6 is a great number. 6 years of being restricted to just Tam Kan Flat, Daron finally exposed himself. Please readers, exposed in the sense of being introduced and not flashing his privates. He was thrown into a Chinese school. Everything went by the book there: from singing a Chinese introductory song (which was supposed to enthuse all the students) to a melodious benediction (with ac...