Pokai Art #34.3
To write this Pokai Art series in two consecutive posts demonstrates the state of financial decay I’m experiencing now. This experience is nice because it’s builds character. A stupid one at that.
If I’m financially dilapidated, then why do I act as if I’ve got a money-growing tree behind my house? Well, that’s because no matter how broke I am today, I realize that it can’t be near as worse as my time in Nanga Luchak more than 19 years ago. Imagine being reduced to eating one piece of Kiss Me or Hacks a day! Or eating unripe papayas for dinner. Or fishing in a lake full of dead fishes. One of my cousins had to pack his bag and return to Sarawak after a year because he just couldn’t take it anymore. In fact, my story of this era would’ve made Frank McCourt’s town of Limerick resemble the Beverly Hills! Yeah, those were the Dark Ages, man.
