Yeah…I know, I am supposed to sleep. You doctors can screw me without any lubricants if you want to for not listening to you.
I’ve just discovered something really stupid. I know my wife is going to be pissed off when she gets the news of this postings from the subhumans (untermenschen as my kampung folks would say) who call her every now and then to tell her of my progress or regress. Anyway, you have to admit how stupid politicians can be.
Yes…this is about my wife and the other hand (and ass) kissing politicians.
Last night, when my BP was high, she was in Awana Kijal…on some political mission. I think she must have left at around 6.30pm and arrived past midnight because that was when she called Hana’s (my daughter) phone. She got home this evening at 8pm, only to leave again at 9.45pm for Pengerang, in Johor East.
At around fifteen minutes past midnight, she sent me an SMS saying she was in Nilai to pick another politician friend up, and told me she is sorry that she isn’t a good wife for leaving me alone at home. So I replied asking her to tell whoever that is driving to drive carefully. At 2.44am, she informed that she had just passed Ayer Keroh R&R because they were sleepy. That’s five hours since departure.
This 41 year old man driving alone would need another half an hour to make it to the jetty in Kuala Besut with that kind of duration if no stop at Gua Musang is made. In that time, I would have been able to check into a hotel in Dannok, at the Malaysian-Thai border of Bukit Kayu Hitam, and would be sleeping for 25 minutes at least; or I’d be fast asleep in Mersing by now while waiting for the first boat out to Tioman.
And my guess is, after lunch, she and her band of friends will be making their way back to KL.
Isn’t it absurd?
This absurdity should be included to the other absurd act of “sending off” or “welcoming back” the Prime Minister at the VVIP Terminal of KLIA. Hundreds will be there and the PM will not even look at you, won’t realise that you were there, and it’s business as usual for him. Yet hundreds of politicians will throng the terminal, not to see the PM off or welcoming him, but to do business networking there, talk cock and sing song.
They should really read this book by Edward De Bono:

How much is the house rent at that house I was looking at, again?