Rice cooker

When I was supposed to get down to a work-related stuff, instead I spent a huge chunk of the night catching up on videos people sent via email. Some of the clips got me totally engrossed that I completely missed the self-imposed dateline. If it had been the real dateline, I’d be totally dead.

The videos, by the way, are not in any ways porn-related in case some of you might be wondering. Apart from it being morally wrong, the downloading process tonight was utterly slow I aborted the idea of getting myself horny and shit.

So anyways, that’s what I’ve been doing lately; sacrificing my sleep to make (week)ends meet. In this current economic bad state, every little opportunity that comes along is a must-grab.

That’s mainly the reason why I have not been updating LGL as often as I would love to. Not that I’ve ran out of issue to rant and bitch about but earning a living, like everyone else, tops the priority list.

Someone actually jogged my memory the reason I started this blog in the first place; highlighting disability issues ala Anthony the councillor guy. But somehow I digressed along the way, writing on politician’s stupidity instead, which was way of the mark from my initial objective.

I guess I’m just being realistic about it. Taking our woes into account seriously is like a dream come true but would the relevant authority even bother to actually take the trouble to google up on blogs that fights for disability issue, let alone reading them all?

Fat chance.

We have had people like Anthony slugging it out for ages. What more through a channel with a much wider audience. But looking at the existing predicaments we have to deal with, all the grouses highlighted seem to have fallen on deaf ears.

Of course the battle will go on, for as long the passion in him is still burning.

On the other hand I have quite a distance still to go before I could even think of becoming another Anthony. He’s in a class of his own.

The line of periuk nasi I’m into currently however, very much requires me to lend a shout or two.

Like a back-up singer, y’know.

All I need to do is to crank the decibel a few notches up.