The day it was...

Like my stools, huge chunk of the morning was spent on the toilet bowl trying to get the waste out of my bowel system. It was as if those shits feared being flushed down and drown that they had another idea of staying put, resisted the pressure from budging out of the anus.

Suddenly a poem I read last night came to mind while starring blank, straight into (through) the bathroom wall;

Here I sit,
Broken hearted,
Tried to shit,
But only farted.

Yes, that one. Stupid turd. Unfortunately to me, it was no laughing matter. At least not while I was in there, struggling emotionally.


Last week, my wheel buddy, Zulkafli (pic) called up and was informed the bosses are appointing me to deputize him as Perwira K9’s secretery. Its still unofficial but the appointment is imminent. Not bad considering I only have to show my crippled face in the office once or twice a week. Well, I think once should be enough. The good part is, I’ll be getting some allowance by doing simple work. Good then. I like.

Being a deputy, like deputy minister for instance, it is an easy task as our superior does most of the job. So, hooray. But I am fully committed that I have pledged I will not goyang kaki.. ever.

Kahkahh…

Lame.

So, after further enquiry, I will be required to handle the website, updating and stuff. I believe I should be able to get the job done but if I didn’t, I can always blame Zul as I’m only his deputy while pointing finger at his direction. Hey, a friend in need is a friend indeed.

Anyway, my first ‘official’ job was to attend a buka puasa charity do organized by the lovely people from MCA. It was held at the wheelchair-friendly Kelana Seafood center last Sunday. The spread was mouth-watering, with plates after plates of big, succulent butter prawns served. I could have tapau-ed some for sahur if i were a kiasu cheapskate. I swear i'm not. But really, It was more of an all-you-can-eat than just ordinary buffet. That should explain everything on the first paragraph.

Nothing beats having that plate of vegies away, the further the better.

Now though, lets talk politics. The good old politics. I’m a guy with no political principle. Call me lalang or a seasonal political party supporter, see if I actually gives a shit. I could be a PAS man today and PPP or something weird like that come next week for all I care. But without a doubt, the flavour of the week has gotta be; surprise, surprise…the MCA.

Their national Wanita’s deputy chairman, datin Paduka Chew Mei Fun was the guest of honour at the charity event and hell, I didn’t even know she was my MP for ages now.

So being a non-voter, I did what the rakyat would normally do when they bump into their own MPs, asking for favours. After all, I’m exercising my rights as a citizen. Good enough I don’t vote. That one ballot paper could go either way, ask any candidates, they wouldn’t like that.

But she and her division people rocks, I tell ya, really ROCKIN’. Maybe its their nature as politician to put up a friendly face but she’s a real coolhead. Looks like its swinging towards her... a vote of confidence that is.

Buy me, fellas. Buy me!

The sweet, abled-body Pinky, joining in the orgy.

Nurisah & Abu

Graciously accepting gifts from The-Lady-Of-The-Hour, DP Chew.

*Note- excuse Pinky for the blurry pix. She's no Mat Salo.