I was on my way to deliver an ang-pow to Datuk Seri OKT (not Or-Kwee-Tau. I leave it to Buaya 69 to do the necessary definition of this Hokkien term.) My friends have labeled me "OCBC" as in Orang Cina Bukan Cina, and the little Hokkien and Cantonese I picked up in massage parlours, knock-shops, girlie-bars and Eastern Caberet is just sufficient for me to get by in crisis situations. Back to the ang-pows then.....
I saw Bob(bit) Lau's car in the driveway. Robert Lau of course is the deputy minister, Housing and Local Government, who made no secret about the ministry's intention to have colleges run courses on toilet technology. Such frivolities in such troubled times. Fellow Malaysians, the next time you go to our public toilet, the toilet bowl will analyse your urine or you load and send the result print-out to both Minister and Deputy Minister for appropriate action. Such 'low-down' progress. Malaysia Boleh. Back to the ang-pows again.....
I decided that the Minister and Bobby Lau must be in deep discussion about shit, considering that the state of our public toilets are in deep shit and I decided to spend the ang-pow at the National Press Club, on blogger friends.
Nurainah Samad of 3540 Jalan Sudin was cajoling first-time visitor Shar101 to turn from poster-boy to blogging officially. SKThew of MageP Lab was engaging Amir, the Malay Male in the esoteric applications of wu-shu at fore-play. This was not in my league and I moved off to join Stephen of Shanghai Fish and Rocky of Rocky's Bru. The Rock was in deep brewing posture and Shanghai was doing what he does best, making the ladies feel at home. When I saw the Malay Male alone I arm-twisted him to upgrade my blog with site-meter and the Bloggers United logo.
Sheih of kickdefella was conspicuously absent but I learnt that some sicko gutter rat warned him to check his water-tank. A police report is the right thing to do comrade. (Coming soon, a posting on how to lure these mangy rodents out of their putrid abode for scientific research, like transplanting hind legs to the front and vice-versa. This way they invariably cannot come out of their hideout to spread their filth. Hitler would have been proud of me, no?)
The stand-up-philosopher, Tony G, stood me up. Tony, I will not accept your usual "big storm" excuse this time.
I was unable to attend Tun's Criminalise War forum but gathered enough from the Band of Bloggers. To me, something impactful came out of this forum. The Next Superpower - Public Opinion. I quote my first posting verbatim: "This maiden posting ask these questions: Where is the power to think for oneself? Where is the forum for diverse ideas? What happened to the court of public opinion?" The NST, government-owned, has abdicated this responsibility and are thus impotent, blind, dumb. Allow me this analogy: If you have your face up your ass, four of your five senses won't work.
So who better than bloggers can take on this responsibility to responsibly nurture and shape public opinion for the betterment of this beautiful country. We have to make conscious effort to stop the country's slide into mediocrity. Without fear or favour, you Band of Bloggers must take up this mantle. This country needs more than an oil-change, realignment, balancing and tune-up, short of an overhaul, to set things right. Not you can, but you MUST take on this task. Bloggers from all Malaysian States, no half-measures, no ' what if?', JUST DO IT.