Pkchukiss - Reality Wine

Not that I blame the Indonesians, but recent nose-digging has led to dark and forboding discoveries. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what I would have gotten into my lungs had I gone out and gasped for breath through my mouth.

I know, it is a poor excuse for me to not be exercising, but with the buildings outside looking like they were standing on Genting Highlands, I am really hesitant to take the risk. After all, I am stuck inside here doing something more constructive (like blogging regularly for once).

From today’s papers, I was a bit amused that the Indonesians have tied ractifying the anti-air pollution treaty to a package of quad-lateral issues to settle with its neighbouring countries before they would pass a piece of paper banning haze belching in its own country.

Kind of like threatening to drown yourself in nicotine and tar if your neighbours don’t let it have your way. The scary thing is that they do not mind doing so to extract an extradition treaty from Singapore, get Malaysia to stop importing illegal Indonesian wood, and Thailand to stop its fishermen from fishing in Indonesian waters.

Not that Thailand could yell for the ships to retreat. Indonesian can’t even get its own farmers to stop burning trees.

I am quite surprised that nobody has pointed out this point to Indonesia. The haze is a seasonal encounter: we get some if we are unlucky, but for the most part it causes considerable damage to the economy, but nothing that major enough to warrant being held hostage by the Indonesians. Maybe they were too diplomatic to inform them that they (Indonesia) were the ones stewing in its own fart.

I sure hope they do something about this. Meanwhile, I guess I’ll get on with my life while they suffer a drastic loss to their tourist arrivals.

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