I wish I were a lucky bitch.

Yesterday on Facebook, a friend of mine declared that she was called up on her standby. And that she was going to Frankfurt (FRA).

The comments that ensued from her status declaration went something like this:-

"BITCH!"
"LUCKY BITCH!"
"ARGH!LUCKY LUCKY BITCH!"

I wonder when the day will come when I make an announcement about my work and somebody will actually say "LUCKY BITCH!" instead of the usual "HAHA!SUCKER!"

On a separate note, the BF came back a few days ago to tell me about the Service Excellence Seminar he attended. He said he was surprised at the number of complaints the cabin crew received from passengers. (out of 60 million passengers they get 2000 complaints and 60 compliments)And some of these instructors and trainers plant themselves on flights to assess the cabin crew and the best scene they have encountered so far went something like this:-

Passenger: Excuse me sir, can you please help me put this bag in the overhead compartment?
Crew: I am sorry, its not my job. *walks away*.
SFA: *startled and does a little jump and yells* HOW CAN A FLIGHT ATTENDANT SAY THAT?!"

Instructor then says " That is what we call BAD SERVICE. Nobody should be yelling that in front of the passengers."

Hello, I am a Gym Bitch

I am a GYM BITCH.

I am a gym bitch because I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT STAND THESE 10 CATEGORIES OF GYM-GOERS:-

1. The take one inch back everytime she executes a move type.
*Uppercut* (moves on inch back)
*Front kick* (moves another inch back)
* Eskiva* (moves blardy three inches back)
*Front Knee* (I can almost smell her hair now)

Any form of death stare at ms.inches-back-with-every-move goes unnoticed. Because I am a gym bitch, I purposely move closer and then execute FRONT KICK and *oops* did I kick you? I.am.not.sorry.

2. The WTF can you not see what the person in front of you is doing type.
You can do the move repeatedly. Simple move. Maybe two punches and a kick. Two punches and a kick. Two punches and a kick.
And she will be doing two kicks and a knee up. Then two punches and a knee. Then two kicks and a punch.
Blind ah?

3. The I am so clever I want to do the moves a fraction of a second faster than everybody else.
They call it a RHYTHM for a reason. FOLLOW the rhythm. Just because you have done the track before (much like a lot of us do) does not mean you can go ahead and do it before everyone else just to show how clever you are.
You're just out of sync ok? And you are confusing the poor beginner behind you who cannot seem to make up her mind whether she ought to follow the instructor's rhythm or yours.

4. The lets squeeze into that small space in between the other person and the wall type.
If you are late and the class is full, DONT COME IN AND SQUEEZE YOUR BODY BETWEEN ME AND THE DAMN WALL.
How the heck am I going to do anything if you're inches away from me, close enough for me to smell your breath down my neck and feel your sweat on my arms?!

5. The even though I am new, I MUST carry weights which are heavy enough cos I am a MAN type.
Firstly, BodyPump is fast paced. Secondly, just because you can carry heavy weights during free weights does not mean you can carry it to the rhythm of the music in the class. It is fast and it is repetitive. And its not about how strong you are. It is an endurance class. So if you are a blardy beginner, dont go carry 10kgs on each side for your squats when you cannot even execute a squat properly. Or carry 10kgs for chest press cos you cannot do it often and quick enough before you pancit.
I get so annoyed I just want to make a mad dash towards you and angrily fling the weights down from your bar. See how you have messed my workout routine?

6. The I am so hot I must work out with my hair untied and flowing freely type.
Oh, see my hair do its thang in front of the threadmill.
Oh, my flowing locks.
I.just.dont.get.it

7. The ohmygod makes sex noises during class type.
We grunt when we struggle with the weights during class. we DO NOT yell AHHH, OOOHH, AHHHH, OHHHH like you are experiencing an out of this world orgasm.

8. The can my shorts BE any shorter type.
Bend forward for a stretch, HELLO BUM CHEEKS.
Sit down for bench press, HELLO HIDEOUS UNDERWEAR.
Seriously. Aren't you at least a little shy that your insides are showing? Aren't you afraid of picking up some sort of disease? Don't you owe the world a favour by not showing us your dimply, untoned thighs???

9. The I am such a regular gym goer I want to talk about each and every instructor like they are my best friends type.
"Are you going for Calvin's class tomorrow in Manulife? " "Oh, no, I think I am going for Alvin's class at IOI." "Oh my god, the other day Jun Yin did not teach and I like came all the way here." " Yeah, me too, like Renee was supposed to be there but she didnt make it." "So Peggy's class the other day..."
BLA BLA BLA.

10. The I am a guy but I join BodyJam and dance like a bitch type.
I just dont get why guys would do BodyJam. I'm sorry. It is just so salah.

Just when you think you're fair and IT challenged...

You know you're probably way too puteh if you go off to Genting Highlands for just one day,scrap that, HALF a day and you come back with a SUNBURN.

On both sides of the shoulders.

And what does the BF say to that? He laughs cos he thinks it is cute that I can go to Pangkor every year for CNY and never go even a tiny shade darker, but somehow manage to successfully get sunburnt on a trip to Genting. I told you Genting was a rip-off.

On a separate note, I am petrified that my mother has a Multiply account. About 10 years ago she typed with two fingers and her emails did not have any punctuations or capital letters. But today she has an email and a Multiply account. Next she will invade the cyberworld with Facebook and MySpace. But that is if she can turn on the computer herself.

"I have my own email account now you know?"
"wahlau!So high tech!"
"yeah, yeah the other day I went to the office and I told my staff that I was going to check my email. But then after awhile, I realised that I didnt know how to turn on the computer."

*_*

Just the other day, mum called me excitedly to ask if I had watched Susan Boyle's peformance on Britain's Got Talent. I said I had. She said well, someone sent her a link but there was no sound when she played it.

"Do you see a small icon on the right which looks like a loudspeaker?
"No."
"There is, right at the end of the clip, there is a ..ok ok do you see a Play button on the clip?"
"No. What is a play button?"
"The triangle looking thing?A play button like the ones you see on the DVD player?"
"No."
"Okay why dont you email me the link and I will see what you're looking it and can better guide you."

Mum sends the youtube link to me to which I point out the word Favourites, the 5 star rating and just above it the play button.
After 10 minutes of trying to explain to her how to turn up the volume, I ask her :

"Mum, do you even have speakers attached to your PC?"

And the jawapan CEPU EMAS was :-

"Nope."

How to make new friends

Genting Highlands is a rip-off.

Because for someone who has to layer herself with four jackets in 16 degrees celcius*, I was walking around in a sleeveless top** for the most part over there.
* conversation with boss in the car went something along these lines :-
" I am very afraid of the cold."
"oh, I am not at all. Most likely because I have layers of fat. HAHA."

*_*

**note to self, do not wear low cut top if in Genting because people sure stare a lot cos apparently boobies are a commodity hard to come by.

Anyway besides it being really hot and everything being really expensive, it was nice to be out of KL for a day. After all, the whole town was closed for "JELAJAH MALAYSIA" whatever that was.

This is what I learnt while I was in Genting. If you find it hard to make friends, you should pay Eight-Freaking-Teen ringgit to go into a Haunted house filled with ciplak drawings and loud noises with three Indonesians. One guy and two girls.

Because everytime there is a loud noise, my new friend (the girl of course) will ATTACH herself to you like she has been friends with you ever since God decided to make Adam and Eve. So there I was, attached to the BF because it was so freaking dark and paut-ing to my left arm was my new friend screaming "AHHH HANTU!" "AHHH TAKUT!" "CHIN BILA BOLEH KELUAR NI!!!"

When we finally got out of the shitty Haunted House, my new friend's friend ask " Eh, you takut ka? Takut APA?"

*_*

Takut rumah hantu yang ada hantu-la. Cis.

On a separate note, a friend called me in the afternoon yesterday asking to meet up. After I said I was in Genting, she got annoyed saying "I thought you said you will be around."

The conversation went like this :-

"Hey, you wanna meet up?"
"Cant, I am in Genting."
"I thought you said you will be around?"
"Yeah, haha. Maybe later?"
"You call me la, cos I just finished church, I am going to the gym, then I will be at kota damansara to do some things and then maybe we can meet for dinner la."


Sendiri berlambak lambak benda nak buat, nak bising-bising pulak cos I am in Genting.

Cheh.

Of breath mints, hearing dates,silence and a Chinese Mistress.

Today I was reminded about the importance of brushing and flossing one's teeth as well as carrying breath mints everywhere one goes.

This is more important when one is an annoying son of a (insert as many profanities as your language/dialect can possibly come up with )

Now, my first encounter with Mr. Can-I-BE-Anymore-Intelligent (hereinafter referred to as CIBAI) was approximately one year ago. Whereby he, who was fresh out of UM (with FIRST CLASS HONOURS you know? YOU know??? No, I dont know because I.dont.care.) and recently accepted to do his pupillage with a certain famous lawyer, would call me to ask:

"Hey this case-ah, have you considered whether we can rely on section bla bla to say the charge is defective??"

"Um, sorry CIBAI, I do not have the file with me now. I cannot refer to it. But anyway, the charge was in 2002, and the Act you are referring to is in 2007. So, it cannot work retrospectively."

"Oh, okay."

5 minutes later, the phone rings, and there is CIBAI again.

"Eh, have you considered in this matter, which I have so cleverly written out a whole page of my clever clever ideas and submitted to my boss and he approved it (all said in one breath), whether we can bla bla bla?"

"CIBAI, I do NOT have the file. So I cannot confirm with you, can I get back to you on this?"

"Oh, okay."

10 minutes later, the above two scenarios repeats itself until I tell my receptionist to say I am not in the office.

So, today in court, Mr. CIBAI comes in bright and early, full with enthusiasm, decked out in High Court attire, for a Sessions Court matter. He then proudly declares:-

"We are asking for a HEARING date."

"Are you aware of the many applications and appeals that are pending before this court and the High Court?"

"Um...which one? Anyway, we are asking for A HEARING DATE."

"Sure, you can go ahead and do that. But for MY client, we are asking for a Mention date and hearing be fixed for our applications to obtain the documents."

"Documents?Oh they have not given the documents? We should ask them to give documents for BALKIS la."
* insert stupid laugh that sounds something like Hur.Hur. Hur and followed with a beam of pride that he said something which though totally irrelevant in my books, but he seems to think makes him quite learned.*

And there I was, thinking to myself, MAN!Is that smell coming from his mouth???
Yes, it was.

And this is why, if you're a CIBAI and you are annoying, please at least ensure that you brushed your teeth, flossed it and popped about a gazillion mints in your mouth before you open it to say something stupid. and annoying. and stupid.

When the case was called up, I had a war of words with Ms. my-name-is-a-flower on setting hearing dates.

What was CIBAI doing?

Absolutely nothing.

Silence. Just before the case was called up he was almost cup runneth over with his enthusiasm to GET A HEARING date. Now he sits quietly, meekly in the corner, staring at his fingernails and wondering if he is lucky enough to see it sprout one mm. (First class honours my arse)

How come he never accords me that privilege of silence?? Everytime he is with me, its bla bla bla, bla bla bla bla, bla bla BLA BLA BLA.

On a separate note, a client who usually waves, smiles, stops for a chat every time he comes by the office, is today very serious and unusually quiet when he walked by my room.

Why?

His Chinese Mistress came along that's why.

Law lesson of the Day: Akta Pengangkutan Jalan- tahukah anda?

Today, the BF's car got a summons for not displaying a parking ticket. (Dahlah tomorrow he has base check, lagi lah geram) As it is my habit to look through Acts and Legislations, I browsed through the Road Transport Act and these two provisions made me go HAH?? :-

"50. (1) Jika mana-mana orang, melainkan dengan kuasa yang sah
atau sebab yang munasabah, bergantung atau terus bergantung pada, atau
masuk ke dalam kenderaan motor semasa kenderaan itu bergerak di
mana-mana jalan. bagi maksud ditarik atau dibawa, dia adalah
melakukan suatu kesalahan"

Bergantung atau terus bergantung pada? What the heck does that mean?
In fact what does the whole paragraph mean??

Then there is this :-

"59. (1) Mana-mana pegawai pengangkutan jalan yang diberikan kuasa
oleh Ketua Pengarah secara bertulis bagi maksud itu boleh memasuki dan
memeriksa manamana kenderaan motor yang digunakan dan bagi
maksud itu boleh menghendaki mana-mana kenderaan motor
diberhentikan, dan boleh menahan mana-mana kenderaan motor selama
tempoh yang dikehendaki bagi maksud pemeriksaan itu, dan boleh
menghendaki pemandu kenderaan motor itu supaya memandu
kenderaan itu ke suatu tempat yang lain bagi maksud pemeriksaan
sedemikian dan boleh menjalankan atas perbelanjaan pemunya, segala
ujian dan pemeriksaan sebagaimana yang difikirkannya patut atau perlu
bagi memuaskan hatinya sendiri bahawa peruntukanperuntukan mengenai
pembinaan, kelengkapan dan kegunaan yang ditetapkan oleh Akta ini
telah dipatuhi berkenaan dengan kenderaan motor itu"

It is pertinent to note what I have highlighted in red.

So this basically means, ANY JPJ officer (authorised in writing by the Pengarah), who wants to memuaskan hatinya sendiri can stop ANY vehicle and ask the driver to drive it to any spot and AT THE EXPENSE OF THE CAR OWNER, conduct tests and checks on the car in order to see if the car is made and built to the specifications as required under the Road Transport Act.

If this is not a blatant abuse of power, I do not know what is.

Firstly, if your hati tak puas my car is canggih giler, and you probably drive a small beat up Kancil or something, you can stop me and ask me to drive my car to a secluded spot so that you can conduct checks on it and then you make ME PAY FOR IT?

Just because you dengki dengan my car, and you want to create problems for me, YOU CAN? Seriously.I.dont.think.so.

So far, I have only gone through 50 out of a 130 sections under the Road Transport Act. I wonder what other rubbish I will unearth.

Lutut sakit sebab apa?

The BF told me yesterday that one of his friend's gf had recently quit her job as a Flight Attendant.
When asked why he said "she has some knee problems kot" (Never rely on a man to get you further details on something his friend told him)

When pressed further as to why she suddenly developed knee problems (kalau nak berborak, mestilah pretend to be interested sikit in the story) he said he did not know. But according to the Captain he spoke to yesterday, the theory which unfolded in the cockpit of one of the flights was this:-

Captain: *calls leading FA into cockpit*
Eh, kalau FA quit job sebab lutut dia sakit, sebab apa hah you rasa?

SFA: Oh, tentulah sebab doggie-style terlalu banyak nih.

*_*

Sakit lutut pun kena fitnah.

Haram.

A change, a change, will do you good...

So at the doctor's clinic the other day for my one month post-LASIK op check up :-

Doctor, my left eye hurts.
Hmm..maybe there is some inflammation. Let me check.
*checks both eyes*
Nope, no inflammation. Maybe you have just been overusing your eyes. Don't read too much. Every time you read something, make sure you rest your eyes after an hour.

I have been reading too much?

Yes, be like me, After every hour, I look out the windows and check out my chickens.
*both of us look out the window for the chickens*
Eh, today my chickens have not made an appearance. So anyway, I am not saying that you have to look at chickens,I am saying that you must make sure you rest your eyes.
Well, I guess I may have been reading a lot.(did not reveal what I have been reading a lot of)
Yeah, sometimes you get so caught up in work, and the next thing you know, its night time and you have been working way too hard.
ME? Work TOO HARD? I dont think so-la Doc.

At this point the doctor laughs uncontrollably (as if he knew that I was speaking the truth about not working hard)

*_*

Later in the day, I went for my three month post hair cut update at my usual salon :-

I want to dye my hair. Its WAY to copper now.
Ok, what colour are you thinking of?

Dark brown la. Just follow my natural hair colour I guess. Cos, in pictures my hair looks SUPER blonde. Damn Ah Lian wei.

(At this point, a shampoo boy standing nearby laughs uncontrollably)

*shoot death stare at shampoo boy* and continue talking:-
Anyway, I think dark brown will be good, black cannot la. Cos if too black people will also say I am from China.

*shampoo boy bursts out laughing again*

WHAT THE HECK MAN?
(Gelak skali cukup la, NOOOO, gelak sampai terbahak bahak! Cis!)

Anyway, I am happy to report, my hair looks MIGHTY FINE(to me *ahem*). Though the BF had a look of shock (not horror thank gawd) when I opened the door and swish swished into the house.

YOU HATE MY HAIR?!
No No, It's just....different.
YOU HATE MY HAIR!
No, I love it. It's just that you have always had...light coloured hair. And now..its..erm...DIFFERENT.

So us women use the word "Different" when we do not know what else to say when someone you love and care for dearly turns up in a horror frock and it is SO super fugly, the only nice word you can think of using is DIFFERENT.

I am HOPING, beyond HOPE that the BF does not think like a woman in this scenario.

*_*

Gangster on the road

You know the ad on radio? The one that has multiple scenes of us Malaysians being courteous? In the bank(though I have NEVER EVER encountered ANY mother apologising for their crying baby), at the restaurant and some other places but then when we are on the road we are the direct opposite of it?(though technically, some drivers deserved to be bitch slapped for driving like an arse)

So, this is what the BF says to me the other day.

"Babe, you know the ad on the radio?"
"Which one?"
"About Malaysians being courteous generally but never on the road?"
"Oh yea, I do.*makes statement above about how mothers never apologise for crying babies*
"I think that is you-la babe."

*_*

"What? I am courteous all around ok?!" I said indignantly.
"No-la, I think you're quite a tai ka jeh on the road.Like gangster. "

Why your England so not powderful?

I wonder.

I wonder why all the girls on Malaysian Dreamgirls have atrocious English. If you do not believe me, you can click here and see for yourselves.

I am not saying that my English is fantastic or that my grammar is out of this world but I would think that if we were looking for a DREAMGIRL, it would be a whole package. Not just a pretty face, or a knock your socks off body and a dazzling smile. But a whole package. Personality, character and of course language skills.

Sure, they say some of the contestants can shoot 'em dead in Chinese. But hello? This show is not in the Chinese language ok? If they want to speak Chinese flawlessly, they ought to have entered the show which they premiered donkey years ago- I think it was called " I want to be a Model"
(which has to be uttered as such " Ah want to bi eh Mohdoul")

Frankly, I am not a big follower of the show but every once in a while I take a peek at the episodes and am never pleasantly surprised. It is still the same stupid random shots of them eating, fighting, taking photos, talking on the phone and introducing food.
"Theeesee is Shahhken/Sturred Flappe" (This is shaken /stirred frappe or something along those lines)

And of course, somehow the producers also find it appropriate to capitalise on a "controversy" about one of the contestant's boyfriend who is deemed by many not to be an "ah beng". The controversy being she is "ah lian" and hence should automatically date an ah beng.
Well I probably have not watched enough episodes to make a complete judgment call on her "ah lian-ness" but for her to pronounce "AH BENG" as "AH PENG" pretty much convinces me she may just be an ah lian.

Anyhoo, after a little too many episodes, I feel compelled to break into this song :-

You had a bad day...

A bad day begins with this sign :-

"PARKIR PENUH"

at 8.35am and this conversation :-

"Parking tak boleh masuk. Sudah penuh."
"Kenapa tak boleh masuk? Sticker ini boleh masuk kan? *whilst hurriedly pointing at BC sticker*
"Boleh."
"Ah, kalau boleh cukup la. Saya nak masuk. Kalau tak ada parking, saya tunggu."
"Kalau ada parking pun, reserved untuk staff!"
"Sejak bila?? Saya nak masuk jugak."
"You jangan parking ah!"

*Ignores shouts and steps on accelerator and proceeds into compound*

And then the bad day continues with the discovery of a STAIN on my blazer which looks and feels (No I did not taste it) suspiciously like GUM. The type that will NOT come out and sticks to the blazer and forever ruining my beautiful blazer I searched almost a year for and eventually found in Singapore.

GREAT.

Then after rushing to my destination, sweating profusely in my (stained forever) blazer, court which usually starts at 9.30am sharp (Cos the judge is a stickler for punctuality) does not start until 10am. So, all the rush? For nothing.
And half the time during the wait for the judge, I am busy trying to figure out how GUM got stuck on my BEAUTIFUL (now not anymore) blazer.

And for all that rushing and waiting, I got this :- CASE POSTPONED.

So in a state of intense mangchang-ness, I texted the BF complaining and wailing of how life is completely unfair and God should take me now (hence putting my organ donor card to good use) so that I do not have to suffer the great pain of living. (yes, drama is the order of the day)

The BF does not reply because his hp is dead. (which I only remembered after sending a dozen woe is me sms-es)

And its only 11 now. (And the damned suspicious gum stain is STILL there, despite brushing and scrubbing)

What a great way to start my day.

The things I just don't get (Part 1)

The 20 things I just don't get(Part 1):-

1. Why KFC won't let me have one original and one hot and spicy chicken on my snack plate. They both cost the same.

2. Why I was abandoned by the bus at the Immigration during the SARS outbreak. Why? I want to go to Singapore cannot meh?

3. Why everyone assumes that just because I am a tad fairer than the average girl on the street, I MUST come from China.

4. Why everyone automatically speaks to me in Mandarin. (Must be related to point no.3)

5. Why friends of the BF assume I MUST be a cabin crew for some airline just because he is a pilot.

6. Why MAS has one of the most expensive airfares when it is our very own Malaysian airline. Why would you want to make us Malaysians pay more for your fares? Who the heck wants to fly MH if SQ is cheaper?

7. Why some people just don't get airport codes.

8. Why some people insist on throwing things out of their balconies. Somebody somewhere invented a dustbin for a reason.

9. Why everyone is so hyped up about the Earth Hour when they still use plastic bags when they go shopping, do not car pool, sit in air con rooms, use hair spray...

10. Why everyone finds it morbid that I am fascinated with obituaries and looking at pictures of accidents.

11. Why some people at the gym are pure chibais. So what if the instructor stopped demonstrating the moves for a while during the class? He is human and entitled to be tired. Why must you complain? If you are so great, then you go be an instructor.

12. Why the aunty I see at the gym with her uber cool clothes and her heavy weights and back to back classes look the same as she does four years ago when I first joined the gym.

13. Why anyone would hire an overweight and badly dressed membership consultant to convince other people to join the gym. Who will be motivated to join the gym if the person trying to sell the product is OBVIOUSLY not using it him or herself?

14. Why Hannah Tan would wear a skimpy white bikini with her legs spread out on a CHRISTMAS album. I.just.dont.get.it.

15. How Serena C made it to the front cover of Shape magazine and demonstrating BodyCombat moves inside. The few times I met her at FF, she could not follow the moves in class, she stopped like a hundred times to check herself out in the mirror.face?check. Back? check. top?check. pants?check. pursed lips?check.

16. Why some people think smoking is cool. It isn't. It smells. And kissing a smoker is like kissing an ashtray. Not an urban legend. It is as real as Jennifer Love Hewitt's boobs.

17. Why Malaysian made products always have gwailos parading their clothes. In ads, on catwalks, everything. Made in Malaysia but only gwailos are good enough to advertise it?

18. Why anybody would wear a shirt so tight to court that I can see every inch of lace on her bra when I am standing next to her. Tight = nice. Bursting at its seams and cup runneth over= not so nice.

19. Why anybody would wear blue eyeshadow on their eyes. Unblended, and monotone.

20. Why concealer is not voted the best thing invented EVEN before sliced bread.

Ms-No-Name.

Today at a meeting with a new client.

Boss: This is my assistant.
Client : Hello, I'm Mr. R.
Me: Hello *introduces self*
Client : This is my wife.
Client's wife: Hello, im MRS.R.

eh, suddenly she lost her identity.
She is now only known as "MRS.R".

I hated it when the EX used to refer to me as "his girlfriend".

"Hey what are you doing?"
Oh, just hanging out with MY GIRLFRIEND.

Hello, takde nama ke?

I know many of you are DYING to be called someone's gf or to be referred to as someone's gf. If that is the case, you all need to go for identity crisis anonymous meetings.

The BF thankfully refers to me by name. Because well, I have one. My parents gave me one. And I happen to love it.

Sure, about 5 people in my hometown alone share the same name as I do (minus the surname) but heck, I like to be known by the name my momma gave me. And not tumpang glamour my hubby's (if I ever get married) name or be known as someone's gf.

He flies REAL planes?

Some people ask the weirdest questions.

Me waiting for BodyCombat class to begin at 645pm. Membership Consultant RV stands in front of me, chatting. Then he chimes:-

"Hey, what does your BF do?"
"He is a pilot."
"Like with REAL planes?"

(thinks to self) *Well, are there such things as FAKE PLANES?*

The only fake plane I know is this one hanging on TGIF's ceiling.



"Yeah, with REAL planes, whatever that means."
"No-la, sometimes ah, there are girls whose boyF work in some pilot company and they say their boyF are pilots."

(thinks to self again)*what the heck is a pilot company?*

"Urm, I guess so."

At this juncture, my friend JoL was having a mighty laugh next to me. Apparently she was nodding furiously to the "pilot company" statement. Not because she did not understand what a pilot company was (as I could not fathom) but because she actually understood what RV meant by "pilot company".

JoL then chimes "Yeala some of these girls want to show off!"

Show off? What is there to show off? Show off that your boyF is a pilot?
To have a sense of pride that your boyF can navigate a plane, yes.
To feel good that he has a good paying job, yes. (it means I dont have to dig into my own pockets to support him. Yeah, some of you may judge me. But for security purposes, I would prefer that my man can take care of himself financially thankyouverymuch)
But to show off? It's not like its MY job. or that I am the one with the skills to fly the plane.

Seriously, Apa yang nak di-show off kan?
Obviously I am not dating him for his job. If I did, then perhaps I may have the tebal muka-ness to show off.

I wonder if the BF beams with pride when he tells others what I do. As far as I know, when I tell people what I do for a living, they turn their heels and walk the other way. Sometimes they gasp in disbelief that I am doing what I do.

Mostly, they give a grunt of disgust.

How sad is it to have studied for 6 years, gone through a year of "training" only to have people throw you looks of disgust when you tell them what you do?

Very sad. But it's okay. I shall acquire a tebal muka to show off the BF's job. He flies REAL PLANES.

Chewah.

If you love somebody, let them go...

Topic on FlyFM's Pagi show this morning : Brad(as in Pitt- like there is any other) did the right thing by leaving Jennifer when he met his perfect match- Angelina.

My first thought : Accurate. I fully agree.

Now, the FLyFM announcer Nadia was the one who made this statement. Her co-announcer Ben was obviously appalled that she would say such a thing. He thinks that it is a terrible, terrible thing to do to another. Just because we met someone else while we are with another, there is no justification for leaving whom we are with to be with the other person.

One caller said : One should never build their happiness based on another's misery.

Another agreed with Nadia that if you have met the love of your life (or so you think) then you should go for it.

I agree that if you think you have met the love of your life, you should go for it. One can be with another for 7 years ( that would be me but that is another story for another day) and still not think that the person is right for you. And someone else comes along, and you click, you laugh at the same things, break into song at the same time, laugh at the same jokes and all those other things which you hardly find in another person (best friend, parent, sibling or what not) what should stop you from pursuing it?

My rationale is this :- It would cause temporary misery for the person left behind, but it would be lifelong suffering if one were to stay with another out of obligation when the person's heart is no longer with the other but is longing for someone else. That would be unfair to him or her. Why would I want to "force" another to stick with me while his heart is pining for someone else? I should be grateful he has released my heart to find someone who will love it wholeheartedly and willingly. If Brad has stuck to Jennifer, he would be miserable and in turn so would Jennifer. And in turn, three people would suffer, Brad, Jennifer and Angelina. Now, all three are happy.

I don't see anything wrong with that.