Passing Thoughts
Tonight I am blessed with a full moon, with the kind of yellow tinged light and an almost happy celestial look.
The afternoon had been surprisingly warm that made my Kathmandu jacket feel hot, rather than comfortable.
I had tasted a vegetarian risotto first thing for lunch, as the rather unimpressive effects of a cereal breakfast always did not work for me - instead of making me satisfied and defy hunger, they always serve instead as an appetiser to make me look forward to relieve more hunger pangs. The risotto had pumpkin, carrot, peas and things with colours that are meant to be good for health - and was tasty too. Maybe the warm foods preferred during winter time does make one feel truly warm inside. However, at twenty degrees Celsius at teatime, this was definitely not winter.
The pork bites that I had marinated with palm sugar, soy sauce, cooking wine and the lot had turned into a delicious braised serving for dinner. Rain is forecast for tomorrow, otherwise I would have sprayed the weed killers on unwanted leaves already sprouting between the brickwork in the courtyard. The evening before I had managed to get the favourite heritage hand watch going again. Somehow a shopping night out feels better when it is unplanned. Things do get done even if one does not bring the to-do list. I take it as a bright-eyed child goes to a fast food joint as a reward for something well done. The child looks up at the pictures beyond the high counter and realises there are things to aspire for. Nothing else beats that first experience.
The incumbent Prime Minister of my nation had been sacked by a handful of political power brokers in his own Labour Party. I may have an idealistic notion of democracy, but the caucus approach to electing leaders in this country has illustrated its worst facets and extremes. Why allow a very minority and select few decide the kind of leader to navigate a nation through its fate and history? What has happened to the notion of one person, one vote? It is time to re-think of only electing a party, for a citizen's birthright is also to help choose the person sitting at the helm of the ship taking the country to the future. You would have thought it logical to encourage a system which reduces factional power and increase the dominance of majority views of the adult population. Tonight the new and first female Prime Minister of Australia has been warned to be careful of back stabbers and changing fortunes. I hope that this does not reflect the mentality of the majority of denizens of this nation, at whatever levels, whether in the neighbourhood, community, town or region, at the work place or even in the classroom, where especially young an d impressive minds are shaped.
The afternoon had been surprisingly warm that made my Kathmandu jacket feel hot, rather than comfortable.
I had tasted a vegetarian risotto first thing for lunch, as the rather unimpressive effects of a cereal breakfast always did not work for me - instead of making me satisfied and defy hunger, they always serve instead as an appetiser to make me look forward to relieve more hunger pangs. The risotto had pumpkin, carrot, peas and things with colours that are meant to be good for health - and was tasty too. Maybe the warm foods preferred during winter time does make one feel truly warm inside. However, at twenty degrees Celsius at teatime, this was definitely not winter.
The pork bites that I had marinated with palm sugar, soy sauce, cooking wine and the lot had turned into a delicious braised serving for dinner. Rain is forecast for tomorrow, otherwise I would have sprayed the weed killers on unwanted leaves already sprouting between the brickwork in the courtyard. The evening before I had managed to get the favourite heritage hand watch going again. Somehow a shopping night out feels better when it is unplanned. Things do get done even if one does not bring the to-do list. I take it as a bright-eyed child goes to a fast food joint as a reward for something well done. The child looks up at the pictures beyond the high counter and realises there are things to aspire for. Nothing else beats that first experience.
The incumbent Prime Minister of my nation had been sacked by a handful of political power brokers in his own Labour Party. I may have an idealistic notion of democracy, but the caucus approach to electing leaders in this country has illustrated its worst facets and extremes. Why allow a very minority and select few decide the kind of leader to navigate a nation through its fate and history? What has happened to the notion of one person, one vote? It is time to re-think of only electing a party, for a citizen's birthright is also to help choose the person sitting at the helm of the ship taking the country to the future. You would have thought it logical to encourage a system which reduces factional power and increase the dominance of majority views of the adult population. Tonight the new and first female Prime Minister of Australia has been warned to be careful of back stabbers and changing fortunes. I hope that this does not reflect the mentality of the majority of denizens of this nation, at whatever levels, whether in the neighbourhood, community, town or region, at the work place or even in the classroom, where especially young an d impressive minds are shaped.
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