One newfound blogosphere mate named Moses did chickily ask Desi to plan a GLOSSARY to help new readers to my humble abode make SENse of the maze of codes, so here/hear is my FIRST STEP.
The Chinese saying recalled is: A journey of a thousand li begins with the first step.
Maybe I digress, but that's the fun-D I urged my readers to start blogging, and being the owner of one's abode, AM,PM or midnight, you own your own voice, so you ENJOY the luxury of DIGRESSING, though some may deem it "aggression". But why do I care what others think if I hold a party and instead of serving Foster's beer, I serve A&W rut bir because that's what my BUDget can afford for my BUDdies, even the baddies.
"Baddies" here connotes the OPPOSITE if you know Desi, who signs off emails to intimate -- yeah, some of you graduated fromINTI college, eh! -- buds as YL, Desi, knottyaSsusual. The xtra ass also appears in my profile spelling out my ambition "Poet-aSspirant", C? -- even wit' one eye closed?
Back to "baddie", a close associate I used often is DDC for better into"badder", quoting from the Beatles' HEY JUDE, which I sing sometimes with my feet/kaki at the Butterfly Valley in the valley of Furong. That refrain cometh across as "...to make it better/BADDER, bettter/BADDDer, bettter/BADDDDER, Hey, Jude..." Well, that'show I sing it wit' my contemporaries who sometimes could afford the real Tiger or Carlsberg without Woods' or CowsBIGbucks' sponSIRship. Yeah, if thou art willing to sponsor Desi's blog for 20million, I will act as "king" to bestow that knightiehood tagged "SIR" on thee, my sweetie or sourgrape.
Of all/awe my DDC, the favourite is "In the steall -- oops, still -- of the night..."
I've toldmy regulars here I'm also a Midnight Voice, penning my Rumnations columns best from 11.30PM till 2.00AM the following day/die. "Die" because I worked at the Australian High Commission for 13 years -- but they didn't recommend to the Queen to bestow me a knighthood because the Oz people are like Desi, more socialist -- hence Republican -- than capitalist like these bastards living at five-star hotels drinking booze, including some holier than thou "civil society" peeps wanting to front as "men of integrity" to become Wakil Rakyat, spending in one/wan night the whole year's wages of the common man. Did I digress?
****You want more digression or aggression? here follows an extract from my news report at the recent PKR CONGRESS filed for Malaysia Chronicle:
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(Steal/still to come, Ms Patience is also a Ms Virtuous, K!:p)
EXTRACTED from malaysia-chronicle.com Nov 26, 2010, viz:
Yang makan Chilli, dia merasa pedasnya
Then Syed Husin reiterated a point he stressed at his speech delivered when opening the joint congress that this third force is neither third nor force. Syed Husin had also stated that if any PKR leader wanted to leave the party, "he should go. If any leaders wanted to commit suicide, make sure he is dead," he added, obviously with sarcasm.
Syed Husin recalled that just before the 2008 general election, he was indeed approached by one of the key leaders currently spearheading the Third Force to field a "certain candidate" on a PKR ticket.
"Coincidentally, I knew this candidate and he is a drunkard. How do you think we could nominate someone who lands at pub every week with alcohol? Mind you, this is only one candidate. What about the rest? All the 20 candidates that they planned to nominate? Could they prove that those candidates are eligible to contest," Syed Husin said.
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That apostrophe can be an L or an N, your choice -- because I often preach on Sundays that desiderata2000 is a very de democratic place. But be CIVIL OK! Behave like a true-blue Malaysian guest while I welcome ye with a bestA tehtarik from Seremban/Furong for virginal guests -- first-timers-lah! -- be sober while I recall yet another relevant post extract,K!:( OR :)
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From ongohing.wordpress.com ~~ ENJOY!
THE GUEST WHO SETS YOUR HOUSE ON FIRE
He was welcomed into the house in the hope that like most others who crossed the treshold of your home he would be part of the family. You treated him not as a guest but a family member. He had family rights. You gave him big roles to play within the family. Not token or cosmetic but high-level positions, important work that was key to your family’s business. He was entrusted such big roles that even those who became family members much much earlier than him were not priviledged to have until today.
But it was never enough for him.
His attention was not on those tasks assigned to him. Even important family meetings he often felt wasn’t worth his attention nor attendance. He had the opportunities to make progress in the family life and gain admiration and gratitude if only he were willing and able to perform his duties. Even his criticism would have found hearing ears at home if only he had earned respect to be listened to by fufliing his domestic assignments. (You are asked to wash the plates not leave it in the kitchen sink or worse still, break it.)
As it turned out, after just a year in the family home, he wanted to be second only to the patriarch and matriarch of the family. Which was fine too by the family rules except for the way he went about it.
By his own admission, he loved calling “a spade, a spade”. That was as long as he was the one doing the calling. But when others started calling a spade, a spade in regard to him, he cried foul and took great exception to the fact that the spade which was his favourite tool of choice when found in another person’s hand and turned against him became what he called ‘sabotage’, and ‘lies’.
I need to check, before I next pick up my garden tool, but could it be that he was the fellow who did the world the favour by inventing the spade? Only he had the right to use a spade?
So it was that from his behaviour, it was alright for him to say anything about anyone but no one must say anything about him. He termed himself as the “messenger of truth” and those who disagreed with him were therefore to his mind snipers who were out to shoot the messenger of truth.
Even that was fine and within his rights.
But even this much wasn’t enough. Before he started to go about the process of becoming second only to the patriarch and matriarch of the family, he was saying that he would make a good match to them. Then, when it appeared that he might not after all be favoured by them, he (and I hesitate to say this in front of the children and young in the family and I am counting till ten…) said it was high time the patriarch should leave the house! Yes you heard me right, the patriarch was the problem for the ills of the family and unless he went, the family would never prosper.
It was alright to find a corner of the house to sulk in. But it seemed that even that wasn’t enough for this guest (since he would not conduct himself as a family member). He is now going about burning the house down. It looks and sounds like: “If I can’t get what I want, then others can’t have it either” or “A house without me isn’t worth keeping”.
In any family, there will be disagreements, complaints and any family will do well to do some spring cleaning from time to time. Not sweep everything under the carpet, mind you, but spring cleaning.
But it is not alright to burn the house down!
What is the moral of this story? When you next open the doors of your house to the next person who comes a-knocking, be sure to have the call number of the nearest fire brigade handy."
You may even act as a demi-god outside, but leave that status for privileged lawyers who have a RM10million fun-D flying in-and-out of Heathrow airport saying Hi to he buddies and they wanna play gods of integrity to select Men of integrity to becomeWakit Rakyat on behalf of DAP or PKR and yet remain Independent. Independent,my foot!
So come here/hear as long as you bring along loads of tehtarik as Malaysian newshounds either drink beer or tehtarik as most Muslim brethren aren't allowed alcohol, save for some privileged ones abroad exercising their human rights IN THE STEAL OF THE NIGHT!
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