Having taken time off to listen to my outgoing prime minister deliver his swan song this morning, I am supposed to be losing sleep over marauding white men anxious to enslave me, and deceitful turbaned men using religion to wrest power and transport me back to medieval times.

As much as I am concerned over such threats, I am not going to bed tonight worried about them.

The fact is, my mind is preoccupied with that long walk down the hill I need to do in the morning to buy bottled water for my cooking because my tap water is brown with dirt. And I live in Ukay Heights!

I am also thinking about whether this week I need to withdraw whatever I can from my EPF account to invest in mutual funds. I am worried though, that either way my hard-earned savings will be vulnerable to a stock market still reeling from poor management.

There was a time once when EPF savings was as solid as rock, managed with integrity. I should not be worried about these things in my old-age.

I am thinking about whether I should accept my old friend Hishamuddin Rais' invitation to join him for dinner, and how stupid I felt about having to ask him how many people are going to be there. I am worried about being arrested for attending an illegal assembly. At my age, the riot squad is a terrifying sight.

And I would need a ride because my old jalopy is in the workshop, having not survived the recent flash floods. I parked in the multi-million ringgit underground carpark below Dataran Merdeka thinking it would be safer than anywhere else.

Looking back, I should have taken the LRT. But there's not enough parking at the nearest LRT station, and with the MPAJ's over-zealous privatised towing service I prefer not to bait these predators. Further, I cannot get used to having to take two LRT systems just to get to town. Nowhere in the world that I have visited that I had to do that.

I had to go to town because I needed to change my identity card at the new registration office at Maju Junction. The old IC seemed fine to me, but some salesmen must have 'convinced' someone up there that I now need 'smart' ones.

What if they come up with a card that talks. Would we need to change again? That reminds me that I need to go again to collect it when it is ready. Maybe I will take the bus this time. But I am terrified of speed, especially on crowded city roads.

At the registration office, I got lost and ended up wandering around empty floors. The security guard told me that the building belonged to Tabung Haji. My first thought was whether my savings there will give the returns I planned for my haj. Already I heard that millions have been squandered. Why they needed to buy this particular building beats me.

And finally tonight before I lay myself to sleep I have to make sure that my doors are double-bolted and the grilled windows are secured. One can't be too safe these days. I can't afford an alarm system or a private security guard like my ex-politician neighbour in the plush bungalow across the road.

Another neighbour, two doors away, was a recent victim of a daring break-in. It was almost as if the robbers knew that the police is too busy clearing roads for VIPs ever so efficiently or spying on the likes of Hishamuddin Rais so intimately.

I am not whining, Mr Prime Minister. Like all Malaysians, we have the resilience to deal with these worries and inconveniences. Ever since you have been our prime minister, this has been our way of life. I am not complaining either. Malaysians know that unless we are VIPs like Kayveas, our small voices won't prick anyone's ear.

I am just a bit confused over your speech. Are you and I living in the same country?

White men have always dominated our lives ever since we opted for their governmental systems and material values. Religious zealots have always been around trying hard to drag me to heaven. But we had always managed to deal with them. Nothing new.

So why is it that I am losing sleep over things you did not mentioned enough this morning? Like corrupt officials, bad management of national resources, social inequities, racial incohesiveness and a really screwed-up education system.

It is not as if your audience would get upset if you mentioned these. Or would that have struck too close to home? I mean, you did allude in your speech the fact that some of them who support you year in and year out have very strong tendencies for self-gratification at the expense of the party and country. Could they be creatures of habit?

And as for the looking-in-the-mirror business you taunted the white men to do before they criticise others about abuse of power, tell me Mr Prime Minister, when you look in the mirror what do you see?

Good night, sir!