It rained like bricks and bolders, As the air got more and more colder, I jumped at every thunder... Why do I even bother?

INTO THE BELLY OF THE BEAST

Yes, yes I know. What the hell am I talking about?

My mum works in the Ministry of Women Affair, which is situated on Bukit Perdana, and I had the opportunity to go there and look-see everything that goes on behind the scene in a cabinet ministry's office. Surprisingly, for a cabinet office, there wasn't that much cabinets around.

It was a Saturday, so there wasn't anyone around, except me and me menopausal mum. I imagine they're at home, counting their money(of corruptions). So, while mum was looking the other way, I sneaked my way around the place like a ninja. Ok, that's over exaggerating. I was moving more like a panda in a china shop, with my arms and legs bound together, all the while trying to balance an egg on my head.

Security was sponge cake. No cameras, no thumb print reader, no eye scanner. Skeletons it was.

Oh, I forgot to mention. This use to be the Prime Minister's office before they moved to their current location at Putrajaya. Dtk Dr Mahatir use to walk through these halls. That close to telling him what I think about politics in Malaysia. I was just like, what is it now, 10 years late? Oh bother...

We begin from the dining room. This room is situated right at the end of the hall way. This is where Mahatir used to have luncheons, that is, when he didn't have some lunch appointment elsewhere. I could've sworn there is blood stains of the virgins that they sacrifice for lunch right at the corner of the room. Either that or it's tomato soup...

Wide windows. Just in case the boss gotta jump out in case of fire or riot. Typical...

Another shot with the aperture turn up high. Was a cloudy day. Notice floors, polished to perfection. Chairs were in that position when I got there, I swear!!! It's the weekend!!! Everyone's on their leave!!!

Hallway. This view is from the dining room door. Forgot to turn down the aperture. Makes it look like a Mexican festival ain't it? Walls are littered with people of powers from the past and present.

Eh? What do we have here? Tetamu? What does the other door say?

Just as I thought!!! I bet this is where they keep the bodies of dead politicians in cryo-stasis. This I gotta Investigate!!!

Oh, It's only a restroom. Not too fancy though. Well, this is where those political assholes sit around and talk 'shit'. Nothing to see here. It did smell like roses though. This is normal. Politicians can 'sweet' talk all they want to the people. We all know that it's all 'crap' anyways.

This room, however did give me an impact. Only a few steps from the restrooms. This is the Conference room. Leather seats, really large expensive looking but cheap oak-like table, projection screen, walls of really important people... I felt the power resonating from the very walls itself.

Notice microphone. The Thursdays karaoke night really became a hit after office hours. They must really suck cause the mikes are all bent in the hilt. Will wonders never cease?

Yes, that's me. And yes, I'm sitting at the head of power. Just wanted to experience corruption, dictatorship and political moron-ism. I felt a twitch... Then i felt hungry. Come to think about it, I should have left my initials under the table and take a picture of it. Could lie and said I did, but that's just being loserish. Besides, I haven't got any proof. But the next time an opportunity arise, mark my words people, I'll be blogging from the ISA prison instead, and loving it!!!

Oh and if I do get imprisoned for this blog post, please send me care packages of lipton tea, Oreo cookies and homemade chocolate chip cookies.

Zeblug oust!