Soccer Mom Doesn’t Dance Poco-poco

When SBY handled a garden “royal” party the other day, with many dancers, marching band, and other performers, thus making a heck of traffic jam around the palace, I just noded. “Ah, so this is how people’s tax money is spent…” Some heartless ‘parade senja’!

That’s right, when people struggle with a problem or came up with a new idea, they tend to be creative. Raskin is a new diet method. Ten used Aqua plastic glasses shall mean breakfast. Get real, if someone for 2009 shall mean singing his way up. While he’s there, the results are concerted off-the-wall prices of whatsoever.

The love of power. This is something to ponder tonight. The love of people is lost on the way up. Ten of millions mouths to feed, ain’t it really tickle him? Afternoon royal and cultural event at the palace garden, ah drama… drama!

What’s wrong with the world, mama … People livin’ like they ain’t got no mamas … I think the whole world addicted to the drama … Only attracted to things that’ll bring you trauma

Traumatic? Ooh yeah, I plant my daily spices up on the rooftop garden just to save Rp 1000,- a day. Say that again, I ride everyday to the bechyek market just to get a good price out of everything. Cooking oil, sugar, fish, veggie… you name it. It’ll be harder for some soccer mom like me to keep up to the trend of the upcoming Pemilu. Uncertainty. Struggle of power. Abandonment of the poor. And I didn’t vote for him in the first place… haha, beat that!