Solofo Rafeno is happy - he should be, and I’m not dropping names. I’m happy for him too, because when you’re reaching the social media tunnel, on the other end, it can get gratifying. We’ve been working on his portal for some time , haven’t we Solofo… until I dropped out of sight.
Dad passed on.. and I’m in mourning. What is that ? You don’t really know what it is until you’ve experienced that - when eight of my terrapins grew {large enough for the terrapin eaters to buy them in the market} and the neighbour’s grass cutter kidnapped them, I didn’t know the meaning of mourning, or grief. Absolute sadness you cannot run away from - For me, it is as if part of my heart left me - like a broken marriage I can imagine - Though I’ve never been married, I can just imagine. It’s like part of me just died and I’m missing it… like a relationship drifted apart kinda feeling.
You can’t help miss that missing part when you know you’ve been living with it for some time.
The Islaamic court in Malaysia is driving me insane. My father recently passed away, and my mom had to do the things you’d most likely do to settle what needs settling and seeing that my father was a good Muslim {I’m not saying that because he was my dad, I’m saying it because he was truly a good Muslim! - he was a great guy despite the fact that we had our differences we still got along well!}, and well.. even if I’m deemed a heretic by many who can’t seem to grasp the reality of their reality, and yes, heretics do get hung but I’m not in Saudi Arabia {and the blog’s not about me}, and … well apparently some of the sibling’s ID need to get their IDs marked and changed because according to Malaysia’s Islaamic Sharia’ court, even if your ID is marked with a previous address, and if you’re living elsewhere, you’d still need to have that rectified before they can even bother opening your case where heritage issues are concerned.
So what if my ID is not reflecting say my true valid address at 10 Downing Street, or elsewhere in Africa .. they refuse to work on my dad’s case ? What a load of bullocks !!! That’s pure laziness and this attitude should have been banished from Govt. servants when they gained Independence you know..!
I can almost see a thump in their mugs, and I’ve not even started to become a tad angry. I wonder why they make mum climb up five flight of stairs, the lifts in the building not being in working condition, and told her as she reached the top, that the office she’s supposed to go is on the 3rd. And then they made her move up and down like an effigie in an arcade game as if her being a statistic doesn’t matter - GEES FOR FUCKING SAINT”S ASS - WHEN WILL THEY EVER START WORKING LIKE THEY’VE BEEN GETTING PAID FOR? I cannot BELIEVE why we’re still being treated like chicken shit in a country like Malaysia ? And they say we’re moving somewhere - WHERE??, and booing about not being treated farely online by bloggers who don’t know any better apparently.
Well, whadaya know ?
With Twitter, MySpace and Facebook and the load of dysnfunctional ‘Malaysian’ minds there {apparently me included} according to some fucked-up Minister who has nothing better to do than to curse bloggers, I sometimes wish I’ve got this huge hammer to knock these VAPID people like nails in a coffin. Those clueless people sucking up to their boss’ balls for paying their rent, and service{s} as if their brains are worthless - well, franchement, they’ve never used it once in their lifetime, so it’s likely they’re worthless piece of scumshit!
Gosh -I can’t believe how much anger there is in me this morning - and how stupid some people can be in this country. But that raging fire is good - I feel superhot, and revving to throw the lightning spears once again - I hope that last night’s thunderstorm was a good starter for them.
The ones with their names and addresses on their hardcopy bills and bank statements are for the dinosaurs living offline, and work in a brick and mortar factory in some jungle along River Klang.
I live my life online, I pay my bills online, and hence do not get a hardcopy statement stating my lifestyle expenditures unless these other insipid stupid people ask me for it in which case I’d have to ask for a statement and that would cost me about 1 euro, and for what purpose should I be spending 1 euro for the Government ? He asked me, this bloke from the credit card facility if I had a fax machine this morning.
I asked him what on earth would I want a fax machine ? He obviously didn’t understand how my mind functions - he must be a geek trying to be a dork, and yet not perceive that living in the 21st century has its perks - some people can be stupid, but I’m not here to tell how stupid they are if their MBA mind can’t figure out how insipidly inane they are…then there’s nothing I can do - not that I want to help them out of their miseries really… I so am tired of the bullshit we face day in night out here in Malaysia.
I’m literally going to replace how things are being managed herein. Should I wear a cape and a mask ?
If I cared for how things are being managed in the country, I’d likely end up suing them all. I just don’t know how they’ll ever change and why they never bothered to think ahead when they first gained Independence. I just hope the jack in the box is not made of wood, if it is, then the puppet meister is in sheer big trouble come lightning storms.
I’m so gonna replace the current government. No, voting is not enough.
