So, a simple plea. Can we not let go of the past and just share our island? Sure, there are a few unfairness issues that need ironing out. You have poverty in Scotland just the same as we have it in the other corners of the UK. And I know that 'Yes' voters will scream that this blog is too simple and that, as an 'Englander', I don't understand how it feels to be a 'Scot'.
Despite all of the influences on my national identity, I carry one passport. But sometimes I feel as if I could carry three - from the country of my birth and of my parents and all its values, the country which brought me up and educated me, and the country of my husband and any children we may have together. All these nations have a special meaning to me and I root for them all in different ways...
The Rt Hon Cecil Rhodes once claimed that "to be born English is to win first prize in the lottery of life," which is debatable to say the least, much like Jack Wilshere's comments last week when the Arsenal midfielder's declaration that only "English players should play for England" led to him being portrayed as some sort of extremist demanding that we close the country's doors in some quarters...
On Friday 6 September, David Cameron refuted a Russian official's summation that Britain was 'just a small island' by delivering a speech that reeked of a Gove-esque approach to popular history entwined with petulant patriotism. He seemed to cry out that "Britain's one of the bigger kids too, even if it wasn't allowed to go to war this time", calling upon the rhetoric of the past as if to prove Britain's place in the present world and reimagining it as it suited him.
So as Malaysia celebrates her 56th year of independence and 50th birthday, I, like many, will blow out the proverbial candles with a fire from within my heart that burns all the brighter, the fiercer and the more surely. I, like many, will wish to see less exploitation of powers and less use of religion as a tool to marginalise minorities for social and political gain.
Patriotic Love has touched my life in profound ways. I grew up in the shadow of a tremendous giant, the Second World War. My childhood was cast into its darkness; it was only through persistence that I survived and was able to bloom. It was Patriotic Love that took the lives of family members and friends, those who fought in battle and those who were lost as casualties.
Yesterday the Olympic torch relay passed the top of my road. As a graduate (or "NEET" as we're called in the current climate), it was more intrigue than patriotism that caused me to break from my Jeremy Kyle marathon and leaving the house. For one reason or another, people were in excellent spirits.