Too Much Excitement Can Blind You Off.
'I gotta go watch the news.'
They're gonna say they can make things better for you. Haven't you had it good the last decades or so? Don't you ever ever forget that. And who made that happen if not this government who has fought ever so hard for your rights to better things in life like good highways, jobs, safe neighborhood, peace, stability, free education for your children, bright future, good life, and all round well-being as a lucky citizen of this lucky nation. So be rational. Vote right. And you know who to vote for. Just in case you don't know, or have forgotten, this is the logo you should vote for. The magical logo that sysmbolizes all the good things in life; fairness, justice and prosperity. This is as good as it gets. It doesn't get any better than this. No one can give this to you.
They're gonna say different thing to different people. They're gonna say we're gonna give you millions in aid to help build more schools for your community. We're gonna give you more money to help fund the programmes to eradicate poverty that has plagued your community since the last time we said something like this. They're gonna say we're gonna work ever so hard to Islamize everything in the country. As a matter of fact, we're having a big seminar on how to do this right now. We've got big guys from Al-Azhar to discuss this. We're working on it, unlike some people who only talk about it but look at the state they are in. We're different. As a matter of fact we've built replicas of the great mosques at a theme park where you can all go visit with your family. We're working on it. And you know we work very hard.
As a matter of fact, if you remember, this is the only time you see them busy working on something as if they've got a plan. As if they've got it all figured out how to develop this country. If you remember, the last five years or so, they've been busy swindling and conniving, stealing and abusing, lying and sucking the country dry. But you know they're not gonna talk about the judiciary system that has been brought down en masse single handedly by a guy who doesn't even recognize himself if he looks him in the mirror. They're not gonna talk about the billions that evaporated into thin air because they say don't worry about it, investors are coming in by the plane loads to flush their petro-dinar right where the free trade zone is gonna be. We've got it all figured out.
And so the citizens are gonna forget what they said five years ago and listen to the things they're saying today. And so the citizens are gonna vote the way they've always voted the last decades or so because the citizens don't remember things too well who said what about anything at all. And so the ciitizens listen to the promises and live to see another five years of abuse. For the next five years the citizens are gonna complain and get mad on things they consider not right. That's what the citizens like to do. They vote and then they complain about the very people they voted in the first place. It goes on and on. And it goes on and on.
I'm watching Asian Food Channel and thinking if my friend in Kuching is tuning in to the same programme because I know for certain that when she has the remote commander in her hand, you can bet all the properties you own that she won't let anyone watches any other channel. Not even when aliens have landed right behind her house to have a look at the herb garden she has so they can steal a few leaves of daun kesom to take it back where they came from so they can experiment with something like Asam Pedas Melaka, or Assam Laksa.
My friend in Kuching is a talented cook. I know she won't like it that I call her 'my friend in Kuching' because she'd rather have me call her Priscilla, and so I'd better behave and do the thing she says or she's gonna call me 'my friend in KL' instead of Bergen. And that won't make either one of us to feel good about it because it's rather funny to call someone by a phrase that runs almost into a full sentence.
Prissy learns to cook from a very young age, experimenting from Australian Women Weekly magazine. I wrote about this magazine in my first blog (which has been deleted). I also wrote about Punjabi Women Weekly, and how it got the cook, and the men in the rig I used to work all fired up. I'll publish it again later.
Maybe I'll never be able to cook as well as Prissy, which is okay because in my book the real chef at home is this special friend from Kuching who can whip up great dishes that can knock your socks off. Or your toupee if you're wearing one. Or your dentures.
So while I watch Chef Micheal prepares New England Clam Chowder with dill, and home-made bread with dill, I'm looking at the moon outside and thinking, have I paid the cukai pintu?