Deduce this...

Children tell the truth,

Politicians were once children...

...see what I'm getting at?

too-owh-owh-eyt

So what has the waited-all-year-for 08 brought us thus far?

Malaysian State of Affairs

A satirical poem on the Malaysian state of affairs recently came my way. While it was amusing in it's cadence, it also painted a lucidly sad picture of how the government is being run. I won't go so low as to print the poem here, since there are already individuals who are at this moment rigorously circulating it on the net. Besides, every time I dare to venture into the topic of Malaysian politics I sound every bit the cynic I try very hard not to be. The issues so creatively purported in the verses were nothing new. They have been the bane of political debates for years. Suffice it to say that the body claiming to serve the people of the country are still only paying lip service to their oaths. While the unknowing partisans of our pseudo-democracy are busy applauding the likes of Siti, Mawi and the jokers on AF, local bureaucrats are free to dicker the public coffer amongst themselves. It saddens me that the independence our forefathers so proudly negotiated from the colonials without dropping a single drop of blood is now reduced to a few succinct stanzas of morbid humor. Picture a clown weeping and you'll get the picture.

Randon Ramblings #17

When the 25th of December officially marked the arrival winter, albeit having received snow weeks before, I sincerely thought we wouldn't see green grass or the yellow sun till spring shows itself. That's when I started worrying about becoming a couch potato despite the fact that we don't own a couch. I scrabbled around my head for some form of exercise that wouldn't require too much effort but yields drastic results (yes, I see that it doesn't make sense NOW). I settled on crunching abs with my brother's 10lbs weight. It was convenient enough since I could park myself in front of the teevo, no worries about changing into proper workout attire, and crunch away. It's fail-proof plan, or so I thought.

There's a reason why Dr.Oz came up with a contract you can sign as a pledge to carry out that work out regime. Apparently personal resolutions scribbled in that brand spanking new journal doesn't cut it anymore. Apparently you have to take an oath of obedience of sorts or at least tell someone about it as a support system to see you through the year. Otherwise it's goodbye treadmill and hello couch half-way through the first month. So true.

So...

I hereby promise myself to go out walking for at least 3o minutes everyday, be it to walk my brother to school or to go to the grocery store or to simply walk around the neighbourhood.

A week's gone by and the half-hour walks have done diddly squat to improve my figure. On the flip side of that my psyche has improved by leaps and bounds. I sleep better at night, I work more efficiently in the mornings and I spend less time in front of the tube downing crisps. Plus I find myself jumping out of bed every morning instead of walking in a cloud until noon time. Considering what a grump I am in the mornings, that's a huge improvement.

for amy

happy happiest 25th