I read with bemusement King Kong's paranoid exposition on the myriad follies of overseas Malaysians who slave for the ubiquitous white master and his amateurish attempt at profiling their character inadequacies that led to the said condition.

I suppose I should apologise to King Kong on behalf of all overseas Malaysians for not garnering the energy, to muster up enough self-defeatist indignation worthy of him to beat ourselves over pursuing the best opportunities and most interesting challenges - either at home or abroad.

It is after all, no excuse, that here in the US we are busy doing post-doctoral research for the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (Nasa), teaching, building airplanes, marketing Starbucks coffee, running award-winning restaurants, volunteering to promote Malaysian tourism and building Malaysian ties with local communities, having Malaysian-style potluck parties and gossiping about the latest Malaysian news.

Another personal apology is in order, for my temerity to not begrudge Malaysia for my need to continue my education in the US and to not demand any special considerations or pity for my subsequent post-graduation decision to pursue an opportunity that allows me to participate in cutting-edge software development.

And especially to not possess the 'inherent personality' (sic), 'determination' (sic) and 'true love for country' (sic) needed to constantly postulate on the myriad and mythical ways I am oppressed by strange white men with yellow hair.

Perhaps King Kong is right; we overseas Malaysians are forever subservient to the ubiquitous white devil, who would never place us yellow skins on equal standing.

Though I must say, it does make for a weird sight - 45,000 mostly white men and women packing Seattle's Safeco Field every summer to bow (literally!) to the brilliance of Seattle's most revered personality - a single moniker Japanese speed demon with a lighting fast bat and a slingshot arm playing right field for the hometown Mariners baseball team Ichiro, who's so famous he only goes by his first name.

Or maybe, they really don't give much of a damn about my skin colour. And frankly, neither do I theirs.

Dare I suggest to King Kong that he at least stray a couple of steps from his next 14-day Disneyland Golden Gate Bridge Empire State Building Big Ben Eiffel Tower tour and gain some insight into Malaysian communities abroad before presuming to mouth off his misjudgment on the motivation, character and abilities of Malaysians who decide to reside abroad, temporarily or otherwise?