Chichidodo the bird..

`` The chichidodo is a bird who hates excrement with all its soul. But the chichidodo only feeds on maggots, and you know the maggots grow best inside the lavatory. This is the chichidodo.'' - Ayi Kwei Armah

I’m reading Ayi’s novel at the moment, translated into bahasa by Zainab Ahmad. The book that makes you think deep every time you spend your money. He’s a legendary African writer, telling story as it is, with exceptional talent in describing the uglier side of human being. ‘Yang Indah Belum Menjelma’, a story about Ghana politics and its people after the independent, same year as Malaysia. Reality sucks as usual with massive gap between the rich and poor mainly a result of corruption the typical scenario, where money rules, be it legal or even obtained the politician way.

Few days back, some jokers published the findings about Malaysian smokers, and they didn't manage to shock me with that stat. RM 90 million every month, which is a lot of money, just imagine the government earning through tax on cigarette every month. They could have built one hospital-desa every month with the taxpayer money, but where does the money goes? Do not asked, coz if you concern so much about that, you’re the ‘chichidodo’.

Ramadhan this year is all about fasting and praying, no more food craving like previous years. Two reason for that, my mom and my money. Seeing my supermak on that bed reminds me of her ‘kuih-muih’ which by far exceeded the ‘locar pasar malam’ standard, to me that is. With inflation rate rising, my money is just too small to the pasar Ramadhan hawkers, furthermore my waistline is just beyond the ideal waistline for Malaysian man.

I do hope this year none of my filthy-rich friends would suggest a re-union at one of those 5 stars hotel. RM59.90 per-person will tally to more than 120++ for me and my wife, with that we can buy 2 chickens of 2.5 kilos each, a kilo of imported meat (try the Aron Halal Product Meat), some fish, 2kg of cooking oil, one large sun-quick juice with ice cubes from Petronas Mesra Shop, with some white rice and also black rice for ‘bubur pulut hitam’. I would say ten people the least we can serve with that menu. But if you do have extra money, you can always carry on with the hotel plan, it’s good to enjoy the quality of life.

Politics, getting bored reading the same news everyday, why can’t they share? It will be enough if we can share the wealth of this nation. Stop dreaming of being millionaire at 30 or 40, can’t we be happy without million or billionaire around. We do need to re-visit the oxford dictionary for the definition of indulgence; it can be as bad as evil or immoral.

Happy Ramadhan, is that correct? Anyway do have a nice Ramadhan. Salam’s to everyone who read this ugly blog.

Seeing things…

I’m seeing a man who used to be a leader washed out in the race of power. Neither love nor anger can break the barrier. A large barrier with loyal guardians, which can turn 720 degrees at anytime. ‘Elegant Silent’ the choice of many, benefiting the leaders / rulers of this country. Mahathir is no angel, but please let him voice out whatever things he wants to say, we’re far from the level of stupidity labeled by the government.

I’m seeing a society rotten by the media. Marks of love between husband and wife discussed as if it is an issue of life and dead. May god bless the gossip hunter with magic detergent to clean those polluted brains and carry on with their own life.

I’m seeing no changes to the public transportation system coz I can’t find any bus that goes to my office. What the heck happen to the money taken from our petrol subsidy, after all it is the lower class problem, and do you think they care?

I’m seeing Osama playing hide and seek with the Americans troops, or could it be that American don’t care about Osama. All they ever want is to make more and more money. The bloody legacy of Sept 11 remains, five years on; Osama saying, “catch me if you can”.

I’m seeing the ‘prodigy’ pursuing his glory, wealth and ambitions. Nothing can stop him now be it the hecklers or the elders, he’s on fire, burning every single bridge and ladder on the way up. For him, there’s no two way to glory than moving forward. What’s next after the race card?

I’m seeing my friend Disha reading this blog, thanks dude. I’ll always remember those days, RM25 a month, but yet we can buy t-shirt, we can go back home to Perak on that third class train and many more enjoyable moment. How’s London anyway?

I’m seeing news without borders in the internet, allowing us to compare the GDP of this country to others. At the current rate, someone must be lying, coz you can’t smell trouble in local newspaper. Malaysia, at all times highly rated by Malaysian especially the leaders.

I’m seeing Liverpool and Arsenal going down. With Perak loosing the Semi-Final of Malaysia Cup, not much excitement in watching football for me.

I’m seeing Bakri Musa(read his article on Pak Lah) as an outsider who dare to voice out his opinion. It is easy shouting from the spectator’s seat. It is time for him to join the team and play the game.

I’m seeing no changes to my bed ridden mother; it is so hard to see her suffering. One year since the strokes attacked, friends and family, do come over. She’s happy every time guests walk in to the house.

What I don’t wanna see is another Mawi’s and Siti’s episodes. I wanna see some improvement in Bicara Siswa. Too much for me to see student’s representatives who can’t speak.

It's a long way

From Sharifah Amani’s naughty mouth to one eye MB from Jasin, with Siti’s and Mawi vs Deana in between, I think I’ve seen enough foolish decisions. News is just entertainment, too big to matters to the believers. When wedding planners are superior to the tok kadi, perhaps it is time for Malays to kiss good bye to sincerity. Sincerity, that can be dangerous at wrong place and wrong time, especially in front of your kind.

To Sharifah Armanee,

You are brilliant and arrogant at the same time; just speak in whatever language you think you are good at. After all I’ve watched you doing interview in Malay, you’re no that stupid anyway. One more thing, take care while you’re in front of the reporters, they would prefer silly mistakes than the brilliant substances. Finally, what you did was stupid – thanks.

To Mawi and Deana (or Eena or whatever)

Ever heard of ‘perigi mencari timba’, it was displayed prominently during the interviews. Not that I waited in front of the tv and watch the entire interview, a glance while drinking coffee at Ali Baba Restaurant was enough for me to come up with the judgment. It’s the king of all bloopers, and RTM could have been the savior, but the temptation was too much too resist. Enough is enough, no more input from the brainless-tummy-full producers.

To Siti and Datuk K,

Please give back to society, you owe them so much. Not just free photo session and dinners, more than that, you could continue the legacy by sending orphans to further their studies. They said, it was 3 million ringgit from Media Prima, half than that amount will be enough for 50 students pursuing their dreams of a degree, it is not just your dream of being a princess, believe me Datin Siti, you can be more than that.

To Jasin MP,

Please do the right thing. Get out.

To my wife Jaja,

Happy Anniversary, 4 years but still-long way to go. I can’t promise a Datin, but for sure, I won’t be Datuk S who hunt young pop female idol.

To Pak-Lah,

Please stop increasing the Tobacco tax. Please, please, please, we won’t stop; we’ll just waste more money.

THANK YOU SO MUCH.