I never thought I'd have to live through a global pandemic.
It's been four months since a novel strain of Coronavirus popped out of Wuhan, China. In between, a new Malaysian backdoor government (I'll call it for what it is) usurped the previous Pakatan Harapan administration to install the crooks and the corrupted back in power. All without a single vote. And out of spite, I hope their reign is only remembered through this COVID-19 crisis, and their ineptitude in handling it (Dr. Dzul under the PH government led the country's healthcare system admirably to mitigate the COVID-19 spread).
It's 10 pm now. I've set up a mini-Command center in my Klang rental house, with a live stream of Astro Awani playing in the background. The new PM is about to give a live press conference, hinting at a possible nationwide lockdown as the pandemic spreads further throughout the globe.
Italy has been hit hard recently, with around 1500 deaths daily. The US, under abhorrent leadership, has lost the confidence of many people. China's fudging the numbers of how severe it is on their home soil, adding to the doubt cast upon it's government in handling the disease.
I went through Giant Bukit Tinggi, and two 99 Speedmarts already. All packed. Some shelves have been cleared out. I got some non-perishable food, hoping that maybe I won't need them. It wouldn't last past ten days, anyway. I had little space in my bags nor was I willing to stay out in crowded areas.
I've set up a bug out kit of sorts, ready to fuck back off to PJ to my parents in five minutes. It's getting dicey.
Maybe I'm paranoid, but it's getting terrifying out there.
The new PM is currently live. He has announced "controlled movement" from 18th to 31st March. It's real. Fucking hell, this is awful.
If you're reading this, friend, family, whoever, I love you. I hope we can survive this.
