Vision 20 : 20

Kelly and I had breakfast this morning passing by Tan Chai Ho’s service centre in Jalan Ikan Emas. It was nailed close like a coffin. In any case, I don’t see Khalid Ibrahim’s service centre anywhere in Bandar Tun Razak. Where the fark is my MP anyway? He’s now the Menteri Besar of Selangor and now also my MP in KL too? How is he going to resolve our woes and effectively represent me in parliament?

I asked Kelly, “Will I be a good MP?” Without hesitation, she replied yes.

“Would you not think that I will accept bribes?”

“No, I don’t think so”

“Perhaps those bribes comes in millions!”

“Nolar, you sibeh honest wan”

That has kind of re-affirm me that I should be contesting somewhere and somehow for a seat under whatever banner. That’s the Malaysian spirit. Contest if the grassroot support is strong. Sure boh? The “grassroot” may be accepting another RM100 for voting for another sucker. Besides, my wife, my grassroot might vote against me. Who bloody hell knows?

That is what the Umnoputra thinks. Obtain so-called “grassroot support” where they got knocked down, then left rigfht centre by their own party members for losing by more votes than their own existing party members in the recently Permatang Pauh by-elections ie. There are indeed some Umnoputras who voted for the opposition.

Why did Anwar Ibrahim ask that his wife vacate that seat for his return? This is utter waste of the taxpayer’s money. Was he not supposedly to bite onto the Farkface Chinese boobswagger guy who taped Lingam’s place or Khalid’s MP-ship? Truth is, no one in PKR wants to hang on to thin air. They want something, some position, somehow for themselves. And it’s only human nature. Not only that, these 2 idiots do not want to surrender their seats to DSAI owing to their personal greed. Personal greed exist everywhere and in all parties and in all forms, me included. I want perks should I join politics, I mean real perks not like RM100 per diem. I want multi-million contracts which I can sub-contract it out. I want to buy expensive cars and live like a parasite too if an opportunity presents itself. Don’t you?

But I really doubt if I can really place myself into that sort of trap. This trap can mute a person like me. I would be reserved, not willing to speak up and act like a real mouse. How would one be effective if he’s on the take?

Before you go. Here, 20 for you, 20 for me.

A Case of Co-incidental Fasting

Okay I admit that I do sometimes feel like fasting with our Moslem friends to see how far my patience can actually stretch. It is common amongst faiths descended from Abe to fast, Buddhist monks to go on no food and water for days (yes, water for days) or even Mahatma Gandhi which have such will to ensure the Brits gets the idea they are not welcomed and get the fuck out of India. This whim happened only to me when the Moslems in Malaysia go fasting. This will continue to become a whim as long as my spirit does not have the will power. Put it another way, even if my sprit is willing, the flesh is not willing. I have to have uric and lactic acid build in my temple of trash.

Last weekend was a test of fasting of sorts. The gang and I decided to head out to Mid Valley to find some good deal on the home decoration fair – be it wallpapers or paint, wrought iron grilles to engineered wood. Dandily, we parked out car and just before I lock the car, panic struck me. I checked my wallet, there wasn’t a single ringgit in my wallet. Kelly took all the money out from my wallet for Sunday morning wet shopping at Taman Midah. Nope, no ATM cards as well. At that time I was prepared to use my credit card and have lunch but heck, what about the parking? I frantically search my super gay-pink coin pouch but I left it at home. Not even a single cent! Locked our car and sat ourselves silly and started to call my sister who is known to prowl this mall on weekends if they were coming. Nope, not today. I was truly stuck in Mid Valley with my family. Boy, I have not felt so stupid in many years now. The though of asking a retailer to charge more into my CC and taking a balance was also there but I thought that wasn’t too ethical and wonder if these retailers are willing to do so. I have decided to send a lengthy text message to my friend who would probably make a visit here. I must have sent around a dozen of them.

As I waiting for response, Kelly was so stressed up. Chloe have not had breakfast and Abigail was getting cranky. Kelly felt responsible for taking out the stash from my wallet but of course, she wasn’t to be blamed – I should have checked my wallet. Calls came in, first up it was my uni-mate, Ah Kow (yes, the dog, not a puppy but literally a biatch with testicles) called and told me he’s heading towards the Summit and will drop me some cash. Grabbed my first offer. I felt obligated yet a feeling of remorse as I seldom call him and when I do, he responded to my rescue. I’m a half-bred canine if he’s a biatch!

Next up was PuPPy. He sms-ed me and told me he’s heading my way. Well that’s before he threw some sarcastic remarks of how early I was shopping already in Mid Valley. Well that’s PuPPy for you. He had the foresight to text me if help was already on the way that I should text him back so he can go to his favourite haunt in 1 Utama. Yah, you biatch – high street shopping for this pedigree. Looking back if my wife had wanted to do shopping in 1 Utama and if I were to divert to Mid Valley, I would. Okay, you biatch – not such a great deal too. I would have done that for you too. *Snigger*

It was KPM a.k.a Mr Wong Yee Liang who finally called and said he will be there during lunch time with a friend. He was also closest to me in Sungei Besi having breakfast with his friend. I made sure that he was in no way have inconvenienced him, I took his offer and rejected both the biatches as they were still at home.

He finally came in a Proton Edar-stickered Waja in which I cannot miss and grabbed RM50 from him. Much obliged KPM. You have truly saved me and my family from inflicting more self-pity onto ourselves.

Of course, everyone responded. Each and everyone I text responded without fail. Some were late to repond and some were pitiful but everyone responded. For this I am forever so grateful and touched, even their thoughts counts. Thank you my friends.

Kelly and I shared the same thoughts. We are caught by the fact that we have not a single cent. We are deprived of buying an ice-cream for our girls, have a small meal or even pay for the parking. These thoughts of having no money was evident and so surreal. Our thoughts went hyperdrive and started to think about the poor family who had not even the means to have a proper decent meal, let alone the lavish things that RM50 can provide. We were humbled and our poor childhood crept in. Indeed we are remorseful on how we spend money treating ourselves mad. Even by putting it this way, it is an understatement. We should really count our blessings and make each day and meal count. For tomorrow we may never have it again.

Is this what we should be feeling when you fast? Being deprived of the things that you love to do? Eat, shop and sex too? I think it is. I have a new-found respect for the poor.

p/s BTW, we had McDonald with some cut-out McChicken coupons instead of Tai Thong dim sums and paid for the parking. To make you proud, we did not buy anything else!