For the Mrs

Here goes nothing.

Since this is a blog, it's not meant to be taken seriously. So here goes nothing.

Note: This post is meant for no one in particular. But it might resonate with you, in which case it's highly likely that you're a henpecked husband who is in terrible need for directions to the exit.

First up, is a poem for the pecking hen.

Have you ever felt that you've been a victim of mind-control? It could be an invading species of aliens has infiltrated your mind and made you a mindless slave to a mindless slave driver. With the rising popularity of mindfulness, it might be in your best interests to be a mindful slave to a mindful slave driver.

A Shorter Term for Parliament

Four years sounds about right,
Four years is what I am suggesting.
Because five years can drag,
And we all don't like dragging.

Since 2008 its been
One campaign after another;
The machinery grew tired,
And then they couldn't be bothered.

In New Zealand the term is currently three
Will they get four? Who knows? Maybe?
In France Parliament sat for seven
But now it is five -- thank the heavens!


Five years following London:
An age-old English tradition;
Lets warlords build their fiefdoms
And the lazy remain complacent.

In fact the English experts say:
Four years, not five, should be the way.
Leaders stretching their term to five
Are simply trying to stay alive.

So give us four - I ask - not more;
No matter who wins, we won't get bored.
Before you know it, just around the bend
Elections will be back again.

Remembrance of a Scrabble King

I had Literature classes when I was young
With a debonair tutor in Leboh Ampang.
He was teacher, writer, musician, and composer
He wrote the anthems for his school
(Which students - I heard - gladly sang).

Youth are spending with abandon

Youth are spending with abandon
It used to be that they were wanton
But now wanton is served with mee
It only serves to confuse me

Spending with the plastic cash
They follow suit as their friends splash
The one who pays is feeling trapped
The one who spends has never clapped

Youths and spouses are shopping online
Avoiding jams and parking downtime
Its harder now to curb their spending
When all they see are numbers changing

Bills will come at the end of months
The one who pays will bear the brunt
The one who spends will never end
Her shopping spree for the latest trend

Note: Apologies to my readers for the long absence from this blog. I have been blogging elsewhere.

Thank You (for Elections)

"Thank you" to one and all,
Who responded to the call,
To let a lawyer in
And take part in the din.

"Thank you" for your faith,
and your kind support;
I learned a lot along the way
And did not lose the plot.

I do not claim to be
the very best there is.
But I owe it to myself to try
to keep the standards high.

Support and encouragement
And a little critique, too:
We need to have a little less talk
And a little more "do".

All Price Must Rise

What if I told you,
That the furore over rice
And the increase in its price
Could not have been denied--?

What if I told you,
That the rising price of oil
Will similarly recoil
Even on Malaysian soil---?

What if I told you,
That prices will never go down:
Whether in village or town
Because it benefits some--!

Because I have to tell you,
The price of steel and cement
And all your other laments
Are all irrelevant--

And because I have to tell you,
That due to your demand,
The farmers and miners chant,
"We cannot fulfill your wants!"

And so I have to tell you,
That scarcity makes things dear,
And if it is the rise you fear,
Then follow me and change gear--!

Change the pace of life:
To favour simplicity;
And favour the price of paltry
And thou shalt never be sorry--!

Rest If You Must, But Don't You Quit

I found this inspirational video, based on a popular poem.
It is very inspiring. I have a copy of the poem hung on my wall.

Number Two (Or Three ... Or Four)

They say they want to be our voice!
To vocalise our thoughts;
Will they dare to walk the talk
And speak on our behalf?

This is a time for men, not boys!
To lead us from our woes;
Now they roar behind closed doors
But will they peter out?

They say they must protect our rights!
Why now? Not earlier?
Why were things so strained before:
Were we accomplices?

I say to them, now raise your voice!
Despite your inner fears;
Ask for number two! (or three)
Instead of none at all.

Number two: shared by rotation!
(We give you number one)
Don't you say you care for us?
Then prove it by your deeds.

The coalition stands for all:
Inclusive of the non's?
So you say, and still I doubt;
I see things otherwise.

From top to toe, its exco team
Is controlled by one group;
Great leaders! Where do you sit
And what posts do you hold?

You have nothing, this I'll wager:
Not two, or three, or four;
Shouldn't you sit on the group
To represent us all?

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Not too long ago, I had a discussion with a friend.

Here's a paradoxical question.

If our ruling coalition is inclusive of all races, why are the minority shareholders in the coalition not given number two, three or four? The problem is that number one, two, and three are from the same group. A fair solution is to rotate the number two position among the "other" groups, which form part of the coalition. The alternative is to appoint more number two's.

What is important is that number one remains with the "main" member of the coalition.

ever so wistful

ever so wistful,
my pretty lady sighs.
once she was more blissful,
then she became my wife.

gone were the days
when she could frolic free.
long nights and weekends
were to be spent with me.

ever so hopeful,
i take her gentle hand.
could i make her smile
in another land?

one day gray and old
we'll pack our bags and go.
life is ever beautiful
where a new wind blows.

one day in the future
i will hear happy cries.
and she will be blissful
beside me as my wife.

garden gnome

if your partner goes out late
while you must stay at home
then s/he is like a superstar
and you a garden gnome

dare you speak your thoughts
or words within your heart?
aren't you a feeling bleeding
piece of human heart?

it's easy to give in now
yet this may set the tone
for many years to come
when you'll be home alone