Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Xanadu, Atlantis, Bangsa Malaysia. Only in your dreams, baby

I found myself at a DAP rally in ss2 and there was this supporter who was busy giving out flyers and she was about to hand me one before she stopped short, gave me a quick once over, mistaken me for a Malay, and turned the other way.

So much of DAP and bangsa Malaysia.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

The week that was

At work, I came very close to throwing in the towel. A senior manager wants my head on silver platter. With garnish and some brown sauce, no doubt.

Oh, he does make my blood boil. I am so close to doing him bodily harm.

But that is not the way of resolving conflicts. I just need to ruin his life. The Chinese emperors got it right. Eliminate the entire clan.

Ok ok, so it’s illegal and morally reprehensible. But a girl CAN dream.

Hypocrisy is alive and well, people. Don’t let the folks in human resources, training centres and leadership seminars tell you otherwise.

And speaking of hypocrisy, with the run up to polling day, campaigning is reaching fever pitch. I regret not registering for it. How was I to know election was going to be called only 3 years into the full 5 year term?

Caught me off guard actually. Public opinion towards the ruling government is at its low what with the adverse events involving the judiciary, indiscreet politicians, crackdown on bloggers etc etc which all resulted in loud (and physical) calls for change from those fed up with the current status quo. It’s actually quite advantageous for the PKR/DAP/PAS Barisan Rakyat really. Then the question is, is UMNO really that fearful of Anwar? ( I mean why else would there be such a need to call for elections just one month shy from when Anwar could be free to contest again.)

I was about to take two steps back and say that this is not a political blog, but then, as a Malaysian and a non-bumi at that, can I still say that I am apolitical? Can I afford not to be political?

Friday, February 15, 2008

Lunar New Year

I must apologise for the total lack of entries this Chinese New Year. My grandmother, the grand matriarch of the clan, the Cixi of the domain that is Kampar Road Flats, suffered a stroke just before the New Year. She is 82. And now very weak. Her movement is severely limited now. This is a lady who used to happily go gallivanting in and around Penang island, climbing up and down 5 stories from her top floor flat. Anyway as its after midnight and as pictures do say a thousand words, here is the lot.

Keong Hee Huat Chye

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Thursday, February 14, 2008


Give give give give give give give give give.
Then stop.
Then wonder if there is any point in it all.
But then old habits die hard. And hope is one of the oldest and most stubborn habit ever known to man.
Banking on some delayed gratification, we heave a sigh and give again.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

For my cat friends

We're the Mafia cats
Bugsy, Franco and Toni
We're crazy for pizza
With hot pepperoni
We run all the rackets
From gambling to vice
On St valentines day
We massacre mice
We always wear shades
To show that we are meanies
Big hats and sharp suits
And drive Lamborghinis

We're the Mafia Cats
Bugsy, Franco and Toni
Love sicilian wine
And cheese macaroni
But we have a secret
(And if you tell
You'll end up with the kitten
At the bottom of the well
Or covered in concrete
And thrown into the deep
For this is one secret
You really must keep)

We're the Cosa Nostra
Run the scams and the fiddles
But at home we are Mopsy, Ginger and Tiddles.

(Mafia Cats by Roger McGough)