That bird in the golden cage

That bird in the golden cage.

Well fed , fat but only wants to fly away.

Buddy Jesus

were Jesus here today, I suppose he'd be wearing a suit with no tie .



Calling press conferences with Condoleeza Rice.
Drinking coffee with the joint chief of staffs.
Smiling for the cameras.
Shaking hands and working the crowd
Promising peace to the Mesopotamians .
Negotiating war with the Persians.
Meetings meetings meetings
Speeches speeches speeches
Chairing this and attending that

Acting king in his kingdom come
doing important things like that all the time .

300

Me went to watch 300 today .
Decided that its w850i that me actually want there.

How one caused the other makes me frown and grow
old without time .
But it did , it really did.

Had it been Ghostrider,me feel sure it would have been a nokia N73.

"Forgive, son; men are men; they needs must err."

The Tourism Minister had something interesting to say about bloggers in a chinese daily a couple of days back .Click here for the translated report.

“All bloggers are liars, they cheat people using all kinds of methods. From my understanding, out of 10,000 unemployed bloggers, 8,000 are women.”

Also, in his esteemed opinion "“All bloggers are not in favour of national unity. Our country has been successful because we are very tolerant with each other, if not, there will be civil war, the Malays will kill the Chinese, the Chinese will take revenge and kill the Malays, and the Indian will kill everyone.”

The minister's full name is Datuk Seri Tengku Adnan Tengku Mansor .
A Malay name.
Constitutionally, this would make him a Moslem.
The prefix Datuk Seri Tengku denotes both his nobility and royal ties .
In all case , a position of privelege.

From his picture, me gather he is an Elder, a position of respect.
In this melting pot where not many things are expressed the same , this one note is a welcome exception.It keeps its tune everywhere.
An Elder is the last point of deference.
Not the first to attack , but the last line of defence.

As a full fledged member of the Cabinet, this man belongs in the most powerful commitee in the country.
A man of responsibility in a position of command.
A position that should be shouldered seriously by a serious man .
You carry others.
It is unbecoming for this burden to be assumed by someone with a penchance for too many jokes.
Yet this is what he did didn't he. He joked .That must have been it.How else can one mitigate his offence.

On any one his accounts alone here should be a man worthy of many respect.
So what went wrong?

Is it as the Poet once said, " Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad"

The center and the rim

Before, when me was thought that me was becoming more politikal,me was concerned.

It was like looking into my mind and finding strange thoughts building houses there.

At first me assumed that it was false correlation.

That because me usually write me blog after reading political blogs (Malaysia Today, Screenshot and Rocky's Bru have pretty much replaced me more traditional option for news these days ), me views reflected some of the agitation from their writings.

But now me wonder, was me influenced or is there actual agitation.

All this while, despite the general dour picture painted by the internet media, me was familiar enough with perspective to understand that just because things look a certain way when seen from a particular point of view, it don't say all there is about the thing itself .

Even when there was a certain restlessness in me , me gained satisfaction in knowing that the source of this agitation can be explained by me choice perspective.

"I look through their lense and therefore see what they view" me thought.

That things were not that bad in reality (lousy yes , but not tragically bad ).

That this was but a period of necessary adjustment and the grunts of dissatisfaction correlates well with the halt in progress and expansion .

That me could , if me wanted to , shift me gaze and me view will change with the angle.

"I could" me thought,just like in the old days, but here me was wrong .

Me couldn't actually .

How to , when there only seems to be only one perspective in reality .

So much so ,that me sometimes not even sure what the quarrel is all about anyway.

Aren't both sides in agreement afterall?

Doesn't it seem me ask you , that what all the character of the center do is simply confirm the view from the rim .

Am I missing the punchline somewhere or is this one of those weird sorta comedy that one can only appreaciate when the joke is over.

(That election better be coming soon !)

The thing is...

The thing me don't get about me ex is she calls .
She keeps in touch ...

Says dumbs things like " I was wondering since i haven't heard from you in a while..."

Pretending like she couldn't have figured it on her own .

Assuming there must have been some mistake.

That she would have been glad to occupy her time with something else but for that old thought that crossed her mind and begged her to interfere and save its life .

Thats how she ended up at the other end of this line she would lead you believe.
Thats her way . Half asking for truths , half telling lies...
Acting like a fool and hoping others will follow suit.
Acting acting pretending
Aimlessly hoping to stumble on some explanation somewhere.
To correct what absence had made wrong.
To bridge what time had made distant.
Always a sentimental fool she
For all her modern views ,a religious buffoon.

But aaah ma chérie, for all you are me must confess
As time goes by the more Me appreciate that part of you that would rather be blind
Me find it sweeter
softer
kinder
Proof of a bigger heart

Me envy that.
All me heart keeps droning is that nothing went wrong.
That the error is is only in me seeing while you close your eyes .

There was no mistake gal
Remember that time
There was no mistake

When the ship set sail and the we waved goodbye
When Distance and Absence,whose presence excuses are required of today we invited as guests

Me remember
And me meant that moment
Me meant it from then on to eternity
Me meant it only like a man who searches can mean something
Who only makes promises he intends to keep
Absolutely
Without exceptions

And me still can't find no excuses for that

A Long day shortened

Work work work
Its all that me seem to do these days.
Monday 13 hour.
Tuesday 12.
Today me had to stop at 6.
Cannot push already. Mood was getting terrible.
Me even got into verbal argument with a customer .(Always a wrong thing to do in the customer service business. They say its like fighting a pig a in a puddle.You get splattered with mud and all the pig does is go giddy with delight)

Anyway, about the argument me dunno whose fault it is .
Want to say it was me fault , me already admit the possibility.
Want to say customer fault, cannot deny statistical likelyhood.
Afterall, me answer 100 to 150 calls a day.
99 to 148 of the time things are ok .
So the one or two that go wrong cannot be totally because of me .
Afterall, It is not me nature to pick a fight with people me just get to know within the first 5 minutes of acquaintance.(or so me thinks )

No no ....must entertain possibilty that something wrong with them customer also.
Actually ,me would even go so far as insist that this is the case (caution :This note is colored with personal prejudices) .
Me only get into argument with them because me think they are lousy human beings.
Me know this is not a nice thing to say but what to do , me experience make me believe that 100% of nasty customers don't come out too well in the human being scale either .

Sometimes me wonder what else can me do with customers like this.
Want to accept, conscience rebels.
Want to fight,leceh . ( like the pig in the puddle analogy)
Want to pass the buck , kesian.
(Pass also to collegue only what .Not nice la passing shit around the place you eat.)

So me do what me usually do, which is what me can.
When me reach dangerously close to me upper limit of tolerance, me call it a day.
Generally me can stand up to 4 nasty custmer a day. (Not bad actually. 1 to 4 ratio.Considering that the average rate of asshole is about 1 every 8 hours ,on paper me can technically work 24 hours without breaching me patience. Also, the really good cust service guys/gals me know can also handle only about 6 assholes per day.Looking from that angle, me think me am making good time in joining that elevated rank soon)

After that me am spent.

Must recuperate.

Afterall,according to above statistics ,tomorrow me have high chance of meeting at least one asshole.
Must save energy for that fella (or felli for that matter. It is me observation that in term of equal rights , them ladies are making enviable progress in the asshole sub-section of society too)

when he/she decides to pick up the phone and make that unfortunate call,cannot let that fella/felli win without a fight kan.

A new day

To fear ascension righteously.
To belief that with height ones burden is increased

To measure from within
To ask not the lower what the higher cannot deliver

To be cautious of the truth
To wield not what He himself in his mercy sheaths

With roots as old as time
With hope only as far as sight

A new day
With neither shame nor pride