Normal people, and the politician

If you walk like a politician, sleep like a politician, talk like a politician, eat like politician, shops like a politician or even make love like a politician, you must be someone who have skin thicker than the elephant or perhaps you’re someone who just don’t care about dignity… not all, but most of them.

Look at that Nazri guy, reading newspapers for the past two weeks really makes me sick to the deep end of my stomach, how he’s trying to champion the ugly battle between the two goliaths. Everyone knows that he is no angel, more of a devil’s advocate with Unless Money No Offer policy engraved on that forehead of him.

Really wish that I can go to Australia for holiday, big chance of meeting the number one and his family. That’s how Prime Minister solved national problem, yes by going away on a holiday for fifteen days, no worries about someone looking over the estate, ever loyal son in law is still in town, he’s still busy collecting wealth by buying/selling of companies. Legitimate or not, who are we to have suspicion on the only brilliant kid in town (coz nobody else went to Oxbridge).

Learning to ask no more than what they are willing to give is a skill I’ve developed rapidly throughout the century, both from the school and the government. When the teacher asked me not to wear jeans while in school, I followed like a buffalo. Today when the government asked me to pay the petrol hike I did the same stupid thing. Why? – coz I don’t take risk, a coward maybe. No interesting chronicles of rebellious act or anything, just plain storyline of a boy turning into a man with two kids.