Symbolically Missing

Hello everyone. Nice to be back.

Back to myself, I mean. I think.

No, I wasn't scooped up in a recent PATI sweep - that's Pendatang Asing Tanpa Izin.

PATI is a Malaysian Immigration Department's term that literally means persons who come without prior permission.

Lily the Liverbird believes 99% of all men fall into this category.


And also no, the recent bird flu flap that took wing over Sg Buloh and Paya Jaras did not have me going underground for cover to protect my ayam laga.


Female fans of Klang Valley ayam laga should not worry untowardly.


Normal protective equipment should suffice and any 7-Eleven outlet should have enough stocks of these.



And no, I wasn't involved in the most recent Wedding Of The Year either.

Nor was I trapped in the KL Deluge that followed the coat-tails (or songket ends, rather) of the grand nuptial ceremonies.


In which we witnessed the stupendous pent-up power of Nature when denied for a long time.



So immense was the gushing volume of dammed-up fluids that when it finally broke loose, the newly opened SMART tunnel was absolutely overwhelmed.


Oh my, what a symbol-laden weekend that turned out to be.


The whole 3 weeks, for me at least, had a distinctly surrealistic aspect to it.


Imagine this ... it really happened.

A whole nation, just a few weeks ago were happily plumped in plush club chairs or perched on plastic stools at various mamak outlets; happily speculating on the General Election.

And in just a few days, that same nation, was instantly diverted to making rude and sometimes loud speculations on the Premier's Erection.

That's surreal.

Indeed some wags insist that the initial speculations on the General Election were due to the Opposition misunderstanding the real purpose of a flurry of secret meetings in and around Putrajaya.

While yet others insist that it's a case of mishearing, really, plus a dash of maybe too much imagination.

Which wouldn't be the first time really.


On a personal level, I know some friends who love to discuss (and misunderstand) politics and management.


He started talking about the need for transparency in all levels; which she took to heart and immediately went shopping for new nightwear.




After that he mentioned the importance of traditions and ancient knowledge; and she delved into his book racks for the Kama Sutra.



Then they would be discussing the need to gain new insights and explore alternative paths; which sent her on to the Net - ordering various lubricants and interesting DVDs.


Well, did he know to stop just there? Of course not.



Being a Malaysian hunky manly man, he started to work on the Malaysian cultural obstacles to developing proper teamwork spirit; upon which she took offence and walked out of the door.



Misunderstanding can be a beautiful thing, you just have to know where to draw the line.