Wednesday, December 15, 2010

waiting for karma is so not my thing.

I hate the fact that just by being pretty in this world, half your battles are already won.

What about the rest of us who have to work our ass off to get what we want?

They say karma's a bitch but I've yet to see it come back to some people who deserve to have it boomerang back so fast it slaps the bejeezus and knocks the wind and socks off her.

I'm waiting for karma to make its much anticipated appearance.

And I hate waiting.

Monday, December 13, 2010

I'm standing still.

Is it enough to just love a man?

Can his love tide you through everything?

Can his love tide you through emotional upheavals?
Religious turmoil?
Familial obligations?

Every time I think it's smooth sailing, that I am actually happy, I come to a dead end. If I look back, I see the bumps and humps I've overcome but all I have right now after all the hard work, is a dead end.

I see so many people cheering me on, all on the other side. But are these the people I WANT to cheer me on? What about those I've inadvertently left behind to pursue this journey? Why aren't they taking out the poms poms and giving me the support I need?

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I find it hypocritical when someone tells me they only date men of a certain religion. A friend said to me "I will never date a man who is not Christian. He does not have to go to church or be very religious. Religion is very important to me. I do not go to church but I pray and I listen to sermons."

Does that make sense to you?

Religion is important to her only to the point of, he needs to be Christian. He may not need to believe in Christianity, he may not need to practice Christianity, he may not need to go to church or say his prayers. It's okay as long as he is born Christian.

So, what was the point again? How is religion important to her? If it were important to you, it would matter if he is Christian merely by birth or if he were a practicing staunch Christian, right?

And if I myself am not very religious, when did religion become so important to me?

Most wars in history are started by men and their need to assert their religion (which of course ties up with greed and power). And so many of us say we're moderate, and so many of us say we are understanding and we live in harmony, but truly we harbor racism under our facades.

Why do so many people aspire and yearn for a something, which even if it were very flawed, is still a something which is better than another.

" Between fight and flight
Is the blind man's sight
And a choice that's right."

- Jewel, Standing Still.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Please say you're not going out looking like that.

Every time I stumble upon a "fashionable" blog, I oftentimes think they look like a 12 year old. Whose parents were too poor to buy her clothes that actually looked normal so they gave her hand me downs and made her roll her jeans up so it wouldn't drag on the floor.

Seriously. pulling a tank top that barely covers your bellybutton, squeezing into a pair of badly fitted jeans and topping it all off with horrid Doc Marts and a questionable boxy bag, does not a fashionista make you.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Oh Yes, I'll marry you. Wait, is that a 1.5 carat or not?

While a bunch of us were oohh-ahhh-ing over a newborn the other day, a friend brought up a topic of how weird a friend of ours was behaving.

"She's being really weird nowadays."

We deliberated on her weirdness and the conversation strayed into how she was doubting whether the guy she was currently dating was the one for her.

S, my friend said "Did you hear about what she told some of us about J(her boyfriend)?"

"She said she isn't sure if J is for her, as she heard from his friends that he has been shopping around for some rings and also asking around about rings."

So I said "but what does that have to do with whether he is the right one for her? I thought she had been dying to get married? Isn't this a good thing to know J's been shopping for rings?"

S then said "Yeah, but she heard he is only shopping for a one carat ring. She said she couldn't possibly say yes to anything less than a ONE POINT FIVE CARAT."

Apparently Ms. I-won't-say-yes-to-anything-less-than-one-point-five-carat had already shopped for her own ring. It had a price tag of RM76,000.

Whatever happened to true love? Whatever happened to it's the thought that counts?

Granted I adopt the saying that "if your father is poor, it's your fate but if your father in law is poor, then you're dumb" but to say that you think a guy is not for you because he has the audacity to buy you a ring cheaper than RM76,000? That's quite another.

I guess even true love comes with a price tag now.

Monday, November 22, 2010

If you're lying, you're lying.

Lately I have this acquaintance who has gone all feminist/feminism crazy. Feminist enough to burn her bra (if she wore one). Exclaiming that her photos on FB are "raw and unedited" because she "will not bow to society's standard of perfection." And calling herself a "once borderline bigot/homophobes" now a newly converted lover of everybody under the rainbow.

I laughed out loud throughout her whole "metamorphosis" from the girl who called herself "anti-social" because "I don't allow people to search for me on FB" (and that is why she used to have only 70 friends) to this girl who randomly added people because it made her seem popular. By random I mean people she loudly declared she didn't even like. Adding girls in school who didn't even know her name or girls she once met at the mamak but didn't go over to say hi because "Why should I? What for? I don't even like her". I am sure she beams in excitement and pride whenever she adds someone who had a dash of "celebrity-ness" to them.

I find it very very sad.

Sad because deep down inside, I know that this is not the true her.

If she were indeed a feminist, she would not accept money from a man to pay for her daily expenses. If she were indeed such a defender of women rights, she would not have been unemployed since she graduated and relied on sleeping with a man for her money. Sure, she denies she is a gold digger, in fact she said "I am insulted that you think I am" when you mention that word, but does not hesitate to ask the guy she's sleeping with for money to travel the world, or buy her expensive shoes and bags and pay for her expensive habits.

Feminist? It's f**king Bullshit.

A feminist doesn't find the need to put up a fake accent every time she speaks to a foreigner.

Why can't she just be her?

The thing is, I have been telling my friends about her. But have been labeled the 'bitch' for not giving her a second chance to be a friend. But two days ago, she was a no show at a friend's wedding and made no attempt to apologise for her. Finally everybody sees her true colours. I want to yell "I TOLD YOU SO" to all of them, but shall refrain. Because her actions will speak for itself.

We are no longer "cool" enough for the reformed feminist. We are not "glamorous" enough for this defender of human rights. We are just plain people who used to throw her birthday parties, held her hand when she cried, gave her a shoulder to lay her head when she needed one, gave her a place to stay when she didn't have one, suffered her moods and was a friend to her when all the world turned against her.

How boring.

We're just plain ol' boring people.

Here's hoping Ms. Reformed Feminist will put up her show long enough for her new friends to actually know the real her and love her for who she is. And not for who she pretends to be.

Lying can never save us from another lie. - Vaclav Havel

If you're lying, you're lying.
- John C. Maxwell

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

How the Tin Man found his heart

Two days ago I asked the bf " Hey, how's G doing?"

He said he had not heard from him for a long time. The last they met, he was attending religious classes to convert into Islam - in preparation for marriage. That he was in love and was ready to do that for his future bride to be.

And yesterday as I was bawling my eyes out watching "Hachiko", I turned to the bf and called him the tin man from the Wizard of Oz. He looked amused as I said " you have no heart! You never cry at sad movies!"

This morning he heard G passed away in a traffic accident. And to quote the Tin Man.

"Now I know I've got a heart... 'Cause it's breaking."

He cried.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Status update: Engaged to so and so.

So I recently got engaged. On August 29th 2010 to be exact.

I never knew telling someone you got engaged can be such big news to that person.
Upon saying yes and wearing the ring, I texted my sister and brother to inform them. (In my defence, I did not call them because I was in Bali and I am too cheapskate to spend money on roaming charges) Then I texted my bff in the US to tell her.

A week or two passed before I informed a few of my friends. And another month passed before some people noticed my ring and congratulated me. And until today, I have not really told anyone else that I am engaged unless they text me and say "Woman, do you have something to tell me?!" and I hesitantly say "I'm engaged?"

I'm not too sure it's because I am a intensely private person, or that I feel that details of how the bf/fiancee proposed its special between us. It's as if telling the story over and over again will make it lose its sparkle. I'm not sure. But I had NO IDEA so many people were interested in the HOW DID HE PROPOSE story. I mean, surely it's a he asked and I said yes thing. Why the need for details? I think people like to revel in the romanticism of it all. Who knows.

Ever since the engagement story "got out" (random acquaintances come up to me and say SO I heard...) the question I have been bombarded with is "When's the wedding?" WHEN? WHEN???

I have no idea when ok? Who has their wedding details all worked out two or three days/months after they got engaged? I'm not that psycho. I do not have a wedding book. I do not know what type of wedding I want. Does that make me weird? I guess it does. A friend bought her wedding gown one and a half years before her wedding.ONE and a half freaking years before. That's insane if you ask me.

So far, I only know what TYPE of dress I probably want. That's about it.

On a sidenote, upon finding out my engagement, a close friend has suddenly accelerated her wedding plans. Before I flew off to Bali, I've asked her about her plans and when she was thinking of getting hitched and was told "no plans yet. Earliest also end of next year."
When she found out I got engaged, she suddenly thought not only of the theme of the wedding and the place, she even brought the date forward by three months. I think this has something to do with a sms from the friend-I-cut-out-of-my-life texting said bride to be and saying "if you delay any further, she's going to cut ahead of you."

What is this? A bloody competition? She can win first prize. I'll settle for just qualifying by being engaged. Thanks.

Now, in case you think I dislike weddings, I have to say here, I absolutely LOVE weddings. I love helping out, I love attending them, I love looking at bridal photos, I absolutely love everything about it.

I just don't know anything about my own.

Partly because even though the bf/fiancee told me he had been planning the proposal for a year, I was totally taken by surprise when he asked.

Seriously did not see it coming.

I guess I will eventually have to come up with an answer to the question:-

"WHEN IS THE WEDDING?"

But just not now.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

I earned a courage badge today.

Ending relationships are never easy. Whether it be as friends or as lovers.

Even when I KNEW for a fact that the ex and I could no longer be together, it took me a year to end it. I knew I no longer missed him when we were apart. I knew he was no longer the first person I share everything with. I knew I could not see myself walking down the aisle with him. What more have kids and a family with him. I knew. Yet I did not have the courage to end it.

And after a year (out of the total of 7 years) passed, I finally did. Even then it took me a whole few weeks going back and forth trying to decide for sure I was doing the right thing. After all, if you know someone no longer features in your long term plans, why hold on? I should set him free.

And set him free I did. And now he's happily married with a baby in tow.

When you let go of someone, is it a favour to that person? Are we truly doing that person a favour for not holding on/back to him or her finding a person meant for them?

I have always seen it that way.

I tell the bf, if you ever find yourself falling in love with another, please tell me because I will let you go. I will let you go not because I have no fight in me, but because if you no longer love me, why would I want you anymore? And if you find that someone else is better for you, why would I stand in your way? And stop myself from finding a person who will love me for who I am?

As said in the previous post yesterday, I severed a friendship. A friendship of 16 years. We often read in magazines about the breakup of friendships but never really thought it would happen to us. It does. And it's never easy and it's a lie to say I am not hurt.

It is also never easy to make others understand why there is a need to end the friendship. In fact I was attacked on many fronts for being the bitch in the situation. But the bf tells me "you know best." and I truly do. It hurts to know you treat someone as a good friend and she treats you as an acquaintance. It hurts to know I'd do anything for her, but she places me last in her priority. It's heartbreaking to say the least. And as I grow older and hopefully wiser, I learn to tolerate less. I learn to appreciate my own worth. It's a continuous learning process but I'll get there eventually.

I move on to better things.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Saturn conjunction Saturn: Pruning your life

I have always been a lover of astrology. And I chanced upon this website sometime last year in which you put in details of your name, DOB and time and place of birth and it'll give you a reading. For me, the reading is quite accurate of my personality. Whether we are believers of not, it's quite fun.

Earlier today, I wrote an email to a friend. A friend whom I have decided to cut off from my life because I no longer wanted to be in her back up troupe. While I was contemplating the decision to send the email to her, I found myself reading this on my astro.com page.

"Saturn conjunction Saturn: Pruning your life
Mid October 2010 until end of July 2011:
This is one of the most important times in your life. A major cycle of experience is closing, and great changes are about to take place. How great these changes are depends largely on what you have been doing with your life over the past several years. Have you been living as you feel you should or as you think others want you to? If you have been doing the latter, this influence will have a greater impact. This influence occurs about every twenty-nine years. The first such influence occurs now that you are about twenty-nine. Last year, many aspects of your life have begun to change. Relationships may have changed, and you may have changed your residence or your job; you have been dominated by an urgent feeling that if you don't do everything you have always wanted to do, you will never have another chance. And now, at about twenty-nine, you will feel that a substantial portion of your life has passed and that you had better get on with making it all work. If your relationship is unsatisfactory but you have been making the best of it, you will examine that relationship even more thoroughly now and may decide to end it. Certainly you will have to change it substantially. The same is true of any other aspect of your life that you have tolerated but not found very rewarding. Consciously or unconsciously, you are pruning your life of everything that is not relevant to what you really are as a human being. If this process is not happening consciously, you may experience a sense of loss for the elements of your life that are coming to an end now. However, do not dwell upon these losses, for they are necessary in order to clear the decks for the major period of action in your life. This is a time of endings and new beginnings. If you have built your life up to now around activities that are inappropriate for you, it will be a period of crisis. If you have been doing what you should in previous years, this influence will simply mark a time of solidification and the beginning of new phases of activity."

So I think I have made the right decision. Even the stars are telling me so! :)

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

There is a God!

I passed those 6 damned papers.

There is a God.

Now, I have 10 more to go.

On a separate note, I am sitting in the office now and I swear I smell onions.

Now, I am not too sure if this whiff of onions is coming from the restaurant next door, or my receptionist seriously needs a bath.

How do you tell someone that they smell? When I was with the ex, he had a friend, let's name him T. And one fine day, we swung by T's house to pick him up. As soon as he entered the car, the ex yelled "F**K T! You smell like shit!"

Now, I myself am known to be very direct. My philosophy with friends is simple, if you don't like what I have to say, don't ask me.

Because you won't like what I have to say. And if you want me to say what you want to hear, then you've come to the wrong place.

I am the type of girl who will tell the lady at Dave's Deli "Doesn't service come with a smile?"

And when the lift chocked full with people from the 10 floors it passed,opens its doors at the first floor, and this one lady tries to squeeze in, I yell " TAK BOLEH AMBIL TANGGA KE? SATU TINGKAT SAJA!"

And when I have to tip toe around this group of aunties standing right at the base of the elevator, I say "Hello! Tak ada tempat lain untuk berdiri ka?!"

But I still have not summoned enough courage to tell someone

"F**K YOU SMELL LIKE SHIT!"

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Can I have the cake, and eat it too?

What's one of the worst things when it comes to dating a pilot?

You spend many days without him. (but your friends somehow still give you shit for spending too much time with him - even though the days they ask you out are the days he happens to not be flying.)

And you may possibly have to spend your birthday alone too.

Cheh.

Time to change bf. Change to one who is a 9-5 job holder la.

Then again, if I see him every day I may go crazy.

.....

Us women, can't make up our minds.

Just like how I can't make up my mind about the blog layout, as you can see.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

It's official. I am not from China.

Scene: Uptown Reflexology Centre
Present: Chinese citizen massage therapist, Malaysian massage therapist, the bf and myself.

Chinese man: *speaks in Mandarin* Oh your bf is a pilot? You must be a stewardess then.
Me: Err, no I am not.
Chinese man: *puzzled* Why doesn't he speak Chinese?
Me: Err... Cos he's not Chinese?
Chinese man: *puzzled*
Me: Well, most people say I look like I am from China. You will know best since you're from China. Do I look like I come from China?
Chinese man: He *points towards the bf* looks more Chinese than you.

-_-

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Can I ask you something personal?

Yesterday someone asked me if my parents were getting a divorce.

Then she followed it up with whether my mum was slapped by someone's wife.

I laughed when she asked that and she sternly told me it was a serious matter.

So I asked her why. After all, it was not true.

She then swiftly asks me "How you know it's not true?"

WTF?
(This is essentially the problem of coming from a small town. Everybody wants to have their share of goss.)

Seriously, if my parents were divorced, I think I'd be the first few to know. The other few being my siblings.

And secondly, why should I have to explain whether my parents are divorced or not, or whether my mother's face met with someone else's palm when these are nothing but nasty untrue rumours?

Sheesh, but on a side note.... DAMN my parents are scandalous.

Well you know what they say, you are a nobody till somebody talks about you.

Right?

I myself have been at the receiving end of nasty rumours. But the best has to be that while I was in boarding school, it was rumoured that I hid my bf in the room.

The small cubicle that is our room could fit a single mattress, a small study table and a two door cupboard, but somehow, I could cram an Indian bf into that small space of mine. (HAH! Take that for maximizing space!)

Then there is the I broke up the Bf's previous relationship.

That I am dating a lawyer. (God forbid)

That I am lesbian. (and I don't know about it...yet)

After breaking up with the ex, I cried and wanted to crawl back to him.

That I was easy and had a big welcome sign between my legs.

That I hate lawyers.

Oh wait, the last one is true.

So, if you've ever been on the receiving end of nasty rumours, the best thing one can do is to merely laugh it off. After all, someone somewhere out there actually took time to think of you, and make up a story about you.

Makes me proud to be thought of.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Hey you, I think your hubby is gay.

I have a friend who just recently got married.

I suspect her new hubby is gay.

Is this one of those things you tell to your friend's face? Or you keep it to yourself and hope beyond hope that you're wrong?

I do not believe one should get married just because "we've been together for so long."
"or why not? after all, it's time that I got married."

Either way. We had a major falling out last year and now we're more of a hi bye kinda friend.

I didn't RSVP to her wedding in another country because I felt that the invite could have been done better.For me, if you're going to have a wedding in another country, the least you could do is provide some info on where I can get accommodation, how long I should stay, where the wedding is and whether there are cheap flights over there.

Instead it was, you coming? full stop.

So, no I didn't go.

And my congratulations message to her on her Facebook, unlike others where she excitedly yells THANKS! I FEEL GREAT! You guys are great! Thanks Thanks THANKS!

I got a very curt... Thanks.

I guess as you grow older, friends drift apart. We may not agree with their choices, but we accept them. I accept that she married this man because she thought she should since they have been together forever. He is her first, she is his first. So it was a simple 1 + 1 = 2 situation for her.

I think she deserves better.

When I was with the ex, she was the type who would make scathing comments in reply to my statements.

I would laugh and say "I complained I had a back ache and somehow I ended up giving him a leg massage. Haha."

And she would say "Well, you're stupid then. Who asked you to allow yourself to be in that situation."

Or if I make a complaint about the ex, she would jump in to remind me how dumb I was to stick around.

I bit my tongue from yelling in retaliation that her then bf and now hubby may be gay.

Growing older, I learn to bite my tongue and hold my thoughts.

But in addition to biting my tongue and keeping my thoughts to myself, I also learn that some friends in life you can do without.

But, anyway,

Dear Y, congratulations on your marriage. I hope you're happy with W. (and I hope he isn't gay). I know you never liked the ex, and I am glad I walked away from a 7 yr relationship to find happiness and fulfillment. I am glad you made scathing remarks about my then relationship but I am sad you cannot see the flaw in yours. I know you have long crossed me out of your list of friends, but if the friends you put on your priority list now are truly friends, they will tell you that they have the same fears about this man as I do. They will tell you to sit back and think and not to rush into this marriage. But heck, you wouldn't listen anyway right?

I hope you're happy. Not only now when you're basking in the glow of a wedding. I hope you're happy when you realise you're now in a marriage with a man who let you go (after 5 years being together) over a weekend where his mum came over to visit and planted some doubts in his head and took you back when she left.

Congratulations.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Is single, in a relationship, engaged, its complicated.

I'm not sure about the rest of you, but every blog that I have stumbled upon has at least one post where they say they love their boyfriends to bits. Sure, the grammar will send an English teacher nuts enough to yank out all her hair, but essentially the message is the same. They love their BFs.

There is the ones who make a poem out of how their BFs love them for who they are, that they know their tastes in ice cream, her favourite colour, her favourite designer, her favourite everything down to the very pore of her body. It never rhymes those poems, but hey it's the I love yous that count in that rhyme-less, stanza-less, whatevernot you need in a poem-less, that matters.

And there there are those blogs where 99% of the posts are filled with pictures of two sickly sick "in love" couple where they are sucking face all the time. (just in case you didn't know they are in love). And then down there right after your eyes have literally melted into a huge mess of plasma from the sheer amount of sucking face pictures, is the small little heart right between I and You.

Then there are those blogs where there are about 20 pictures of every morsel of food they put into their tummies, TOGETHER. Here's what he ate, here's what I ate, here's what he drank, here's what I drank, here's where we are. PICTURES! Here's what I wore and here's what he wore, and here's what he ate..wait, I said that already. PICTURES!

Oh and for all these blogs, they have a little ticker factory where it says "how many days and how many minits and how many nanosecond since the day *insert small heart* and I met/have been together/starting sucking face/ eating together/ whatnot.

I know. It's their blog. And they can put whatever they want about it. But is there really a need to tell everybody how much you love your boyfriend? And how long you guys have been together. Must everybody know who your boyfriend is? And what he does for you, all documented in detail?

What happened to privacy? And mystery ? What happened to keeping things between the two of you? Must we all find the need to click on Facebook " In a relationship" "engaged" "married to" and when you're back to "single" it's as if the Titanic sank just yesterday and everybody wants to know why. Like. right. now.

I don't know about the rest of you. But if people know I have a boyfriend, that's fine by me. But if they don't it's okay. I am not about to document it in detail. Besides, if I find the need to tell the whole world I have a boyfriend, I might as well tell the Boyfriend to pee all over me to mark his territory.

Friday, July 2, 2010

Can you please speak proper English?

I always think that if you want to be in the service sector, your language has to meet the mark.

Hence if you decide you want to join an airlines and be a cabin crew, please for the love of god, know that there is no such thing as stuffS.
"Please ensure all your stuffS is secured in the overhead compartment."
It's stuff. Stuff is PLURAL. There is no need for a "S" after it.

And if you ask the FO to take a picture for you and you think it's not very clear, you don't say "Why brur brur wan?"
L is pronounced as L, it does not mean, just because you are chinese, you can automatically replace the pronunciation of the alphabet with a "R".

And for the love of all things kind and fluffy, if its a motor vehicle, it's not necessarily a motorBIKE/motorCYCLE. A motor vehicle is a vehicle with a motor. It's really not that hard.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Excuse me, would you like to be a model?

In Tropicana City the other day, while I was coughing and sneezing and honking my nose into a piece of tissue, a guy came over to me and asked " Have you ever thought of modelling?"

If I weren't in that sad state of I-have-been-sick-for-two-fking-weeks, I would have doubled over in rambunctious laughter.
Reason for laughter is now carefully put in non alphabetical order:-

1) In Tyra Bank's words "Short girls have never grown up thinking they can be a model."; AND

2) I am not perasan.

Not to say that those who want to be a model ARE perasan cantik, but 90% of the time, they are.

Case in point:- (with no disrespect to Ms. Serene here)
but...REALLY? She really wants to be a model? Well anyway, whoever thinks she should win, should vote for her.

It is one thing to be on the streets and be spotted by a scout ala Kate Moss or Tengku Azura (ok, she wasn't on the streets, she was working in McD's but I say potato you say poytahtoh) but it's quite another to join a reality show called "I WANNA BE A MODEL" or something like that. I mean that usually means, you have to firstly think "GAWD I'M HOT" and secondly think "GAWD, THIS BODY IS ROCKING!" before you think " I SHOULD BE A MODEL!"

True?

That's just judgmental cynical me talking but unfortunately, I posses none of those perasan-ess to think I should try modelling.

The one time I did anything which can remotely be called "modelling" was back in college for a Redken hair show and I didn't get paid, and I did it as a favour for a friend and I ended up with copper coloured hair, which got the taxi man all worried when I stepped into his taxi cos he thought I was from China and I may have SARS.

So, back to the guy who approached me. I wiped my nose dry and told him "Oh, nah, I don't look good in photos."

To which he replied "oh but you will never know. I represent a talent agency and I think you should think about it. "

"Really? Can I have a card then?"
"Oh I don't have one. But here is my number, and give me a call if you change your mind."

So there was an exchange of numbers (the only way I could get rid of him and if he wants to convince me, it should be on his bill, no?) and ever since then, he has called me incessantly. Out of 10 times which he called me in 4 days, I missed all but one call.

"Oh you finally picked up!"
"Yes, I was in court and I can't talk on the phone when I am in court."
"oh, so you're a practising lawyer?" (stupid question this, if I weren't practising, why would I be in court?)
"Yes, I am a practising lawyer."
"I see, I was just wondering whether you would seriously consider modelling, or being in commercials, or etc,"
"Photoshop may have grown leaps and bounds, but I look so bad in photos, it really cannot help me much."
"Hahaha. I think you should consider it, maybe we can have a drink sometime to talk about it?"
"I think not. Either way, I am busy now. Even if you want to try to convince me, a phone call is sufficient."
"Ok sure. Btw, what law do you practise?"
"Criminal law."

And that my friend, was the last time I heard from persistent "talent scout" man.

Ahhhh, the great perks of being a criminal lawyer.

Monday, June 14, 2010

I am annoyed central.

I AM ANNOYED.

Annoyed that the flu which I contracted last Wednesday has not only stayed on but has decided that today's the day to go all out/full blown.

Annoyed that in addition to the damned flu, I have a fever.

Annoyed that my left eye has been twitching for a whole damned week.

Annoyed that in this sad sick state that I am in, I have to travel to God-forsaken-forever-jammed-up Klang with a client, but I cannot contact her to confirm the time. Hence I cannot go and see a doctor until she picks up the damned phone when I call or returns my calls to confirm what time she is ready to leave.

Annoyed that it took me a whole four hours to get back from my hometown yesterday because of the unusually heavy traffic which until today I cannot for the life of me figure out why!

Annoyed that my receptionist can do the same thing over and over again for the past 5 years, but still finds the need to WAIT for me to instruct her to do it before she gets it done.

Annoyed with drivers who are so obviously lousy, they should walk to wherever they want to go , who insist on driving on the fast lane and hogging the damn road when OTHER PEOPLE HAVE THINGS TO DO IN THEIR LIVES YOU KNOW? &^%$#*&@#$

Annoyed with people who press the lift up AND down because they are too fking kiasu and cannot wait for the lift and must ensure they get in the lift in the FASTEST possible time, only to have us stop at different floors FOR NOTHING.

Annoyed with people who make small talk in the lift, but find the need to shout it out loud. "WAH SO LATE TODAY? YEAH I CAME BACK LAST NIGHT AT 9 SOMETHING! YEAH I SAID 9 SOMETHING!!!!"

I am SO BLOODY ANNOYED.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

You're not a friend.

Over MSN the other day I told a friend that "I think J and I are no longer friends."

He prodded for the cause of that statement and I just told him it was because we're now nothing but acquaintances.

Of course to many out there, friends and acquaintances are terms which are interchangeable. But truly they are not.

I once received a card from an ex's current gf, written in it was :-

" Happy to be an acquaintance! followed by XOXO, Kristy."

If that's not weird enough, about a week prior to that card, she had called me asking for information on the ex.

"Tell me about him."
"He's YOUR boyfriend, you can ask HIM what you need to know about him, no?"
"Yeah, but I want to hear it from you."

Can someone please say psycho.

After that card, I never heard from her again.

See? Those are things that acquaintances say. Those are things that you never expect your friend to do. Not to you anyway.

So when this friend of mine told me:-

"I didn't get you a birthday present because I thought I would seem like a hypocrite for giving you a kick ass gift when below the surface, we're no longer such great friends."
(If you ever need a reason NOT to buy your friend a gift for his/her birthday, this would be it.)

I figured, we are nothing but acquaintances now.

Funny thing is, I don't really care. And it feels liberating.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

When I was a young warthog!

I remember my childhood quite vividly.

There were bike rides. And on my very first bike ride, dad taught me how to balance on the bike and go straight but omitted to teach me how to turn the bike without falling off, or where the heck the brakes were. Which in turn resulted in me going head first into the ditch because, out of sheer panic, I could not figure out the brakes nor know how to avoid the ditch.

Being on the skateboard because it was newly introduced then. As I could not balance on the skateboard, I sat on it while my cousin pushed me. And as usual, in panic, I put my feet down which (again) resulted in me going head and face first on the asphalt and having two scars above my lip today to remind me of that fateful day where my dad almost choked my cousin to death because he didn't watch out for me.

Going skating in the park because it was a great activity then. And having a huge bug fly into my eye while I was skating which resulted in me having to go to school for a whole week with one eye the size of a ping pong ball.

Being thrown in the swimming pool to learn how to start paddling my feet to keep afloat and eventually learning to swim because in dad's words "you were too afraid to put your head under water."

There were little kiddie potluck parties thrown at home where we used Alpha Nuggets from KFC (remember those?!) and spelled out "Jo you Asshole" to show to the one friend who said she would turn up but did not. (we made two trips to KFC just to have enough alphabets to spell that. I still have the photo of our Alpha Nugget insult.

There were weird themes at parties where we tied our hair in two side ponytails because the Shampoo chicks (remember them?) were hot then. And where all three of us turned up in this partially blue and partially striped shorts which must have been quite the fashion then.

Then there were the trips down to the padang where we learned how to use the monkey bar, where we swung ourselves so high on the swings and attempt to jump off it. And we would hide in the those circular things and pretend it was our home. And then cycle until our lungs were about to explode to avoid the neighbourhood dogs who were hell bent on biting us.

What a great childhood.

I hope to give my children the same childhood that I have.

I look with pity on children living in the city of Kuala Lumpur where their Facebook/blogs are chocked filled with pictures of them clubbing, drinking,smoking, video games, reality TV and the latest gadgets. (just to name a few)

Whatever happened to the innocent, carefree, childhood that each child is entitled to?

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

A tale of the delusional male steward.

During my exams, I visited a friend's mum who was admitted to IJN. She was scheduled to undergo bypass surgery the next day and while she was told she was in good hands, she was still jittery about it. After all, it's quite a feat these bypass surgeries. You open someone up and in its simplest explanation, you fix the person's heart and get it working again.

All you can say to doctors/surgeons who do that is..Wow. Nothing but wow.

So you see me gaping in awe when the surgeon walked in (much to the chagrin of the bf), in his scrubs with X-ray in hand to explain the surgery to his patient. "this artery is very clogged up, it's small so there is a risk..."

They save lives everyday. They give people second chances every day.

It must be great to know that everyday you wake up, you can help somebody in some way with your profession.

So, this little background brings me to what I want to tell you today.

I came across a blog run by a male steward. Now this guy in his latest posting brings tears (from pure unadulterated laughter) to my eyes.(I won't link him because obviously I have nothing nice to say about the post. And I prefer to gleefully and surreptitiously read the posts. )

So in this post, male steward (let's call him delusional male steward or "DMS") wrote about this SUPERGROUP of friends that he has. Let me quote :

"They rule the social order. They determine what is in and what is not. Rival groups were formed and were aptly called The Rejects by them. Rival groups did their best to try and become the hottest thing on the block but failed miserably."

And he continues:-

"... even if the whole world turned against this supergroup, they wouldn't mind cos they have each other and they have their looks and they have their talents. This supergroup will survive." (emphasis added)

Sorry, but I find this quite delusional. Firstly, with no disrespect to cabin crew, he is but a male steward. And the people in his so called supergroup are stewards/stewardesses. Sure, nobody said these jobs are easy but to think so highly of yourself? Surely there is an element of denial there.

People are out there saving lives, fighting wars, helping the underprivileged, feeding the poor, fighting crime, being presidents, running countries and etc, but here you have DMS talking about his looks and his talents, and sitting around laughing at "rejects"?

Isn't it ironic that he travels the world, but has such a skewed narrow vision of the world? And how it revolves around his looks and his talents? By talent, he means throwing "hot parties" and by looks he means possibly being the face of the airline(once upon a time).

I don't know about the rest of you. But it has never been my ambition to be known for my looks. or my talents (if I have either of it) . And it has never been my lifelong desire to look down upon others based on their looks or talents and to deem myself above the rest because of things which we are blessed with. Looks and talents are things which we are blessed with. If someone is beautiful, she's blessed. It's not something we brag about. It's not something we use to look down on others. I don't wake up in the morning and say "DAYMN is that a hottie or what?" To me, an accomplishment worth smiling about is when I do a good job in court. Or when I am able to help someone avoid the death sentence. Or imprisonment. Those things last.

If you are out there, fighting social ills, being involved in NGOs, caring for orphans, feeding the underprivileged, saving lives, then....those are things which we can be "proud" of. Making good use of our lives for the betterment of others.

Yes, yes, I am sure many of you are thinking, he is entitled to write whatever he wants on his blog. Yes, of course, but I equally have the right to comment on it. And I think its delusional, vain and quite sad really to have to justify one's nastiness in looking down on others as an appreciation of his looks and talents.

I sure hope one day when he is old and much too creaky to throw hot parties, his 4 supergroup buddies will support him and constantly tell him he is good looking and talented. And that one day he wakes up and realises, that there are PLENTY of people out there prettier and more talented than his supergroup. (and hence why they have been replaced as the face of the airline) and that there are plenty of people out there who are beautiful, talented and SMART and find no need to tell others that they are so.

Such is the tale of the delusional male steward.

Monday, May 17, 2010

When I no longer feel guilty for doing absolutely nothing.

I'M ALIVE! I'M ALIVE!

The bf asked me in the car on the way to the exam centre:-

"Are you aiming to pass or to pass with flying colours?"

I replied,"I usually aim to do well. But I think this time, I have to keep my fingers crossed that I'm going to pass."

It's not that I am a negative person, or I didn't study hard enough for the papers (I have been studying for four months) but it's because I am never one of those people who are lucky. I never go "phew! Thank God the only chapter I studied was the one that came out in the exam paper!"
But I am always the one who " Shiat. I didn't cover that topic and that's what came out."
Never. Never been lucky. The ONLY time I manage to win something at a lucky draw was when they had gifts for each and everyone present.

So, yeah. All the questions which I had for this year's paper, was way different from the ones they have been repeating for the past three years. But that's just my luck.

And to add to my great fortune, my car got rear ended the week before my exam. I think that would make it the fourth time in a year?

Serves me right for buying over the car from an ex.

I texted the bf when I got hit and he panicked.Petrified that I was driving alone and may be beaten up, raped or kidnapped. (In no particular order)

Well, he should know better that I am no ordinary girl. I am the type who would stand in front of the motorbike that hit my car and demand that he gives me his IC. I am also the one who will pull the biker's tshirt and try to yank him off the bike. And yes, I am also the type who will kick his bike when he tried to get away.

And I am also the type who tell the police lady sitting at the police office in MidValley that "yea, saya memang lebih pandai dari you." when she yelled at me, insulting my profession. Do not be surprised to know I refused to budge from my seat when the policewoman shouted at me asking me to get out from the police station. I told her it was a public place and I can stay there as long as I want. And to make the story even better, she told me she has been in the force for 10 years and I told her " Wah, sudah 10 tahun dalam force masih kerja counter ambil report saja ah?"
Well, that full story is for another day.

But I guess I am just not the type who will quietly walk away. Or suffer fools.

Now that I think of it, maybe THAT'S why the bf is worried I may one day end up dead for "defending" myself.

Oh well.

At least I survived my exams! For those who are in possession of toes and fingers, kindly cross them for me. I need to pass this exam!

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Tips to knowing your neighbours

Tips to getting to know your neighbours:-

Scene 1:
Man: What is your name?
Me: It's "insert name".
Man: Oh, I am Rama.
Me: Hello, Ra-
Man : DOCTOR RAMA.
Me: Oh, Doc-
Man: COS I HAVE A PHD.
Me: Ah.
Man: Permanent Head Damage. Hahaha. You know? PHD? Hahaha. Not but seriously, I have a PHD.

-_-

Tip No.1 : If he or she is not a close friend, or a family member, lame jokes are not to be told hoping to solicit laughter from the other person. Because however you say it, its.not.funny. Your friends/family laugh because they have no choice.

Tip No.2 : Unless specifically asked, do not reveal your Title. Whether it be Doctor, Datuk or otherwise. Because, it was NOT asked. And frankly, nobody cares.

Tip No.3: If you cannot understand tip no 1 and 2, just stand silently in the lift.


Scene 2:

I get into the lift and press "10".

Man: Wah, you live on the 10th floor?
Me: Yeah.
Man: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.
Me: ??
Man: HAHAHAHAH. You WALKED ten floors UP when the lift was not working? HAHAH. TEN FLOORS! TEN FLOORS!!
Me: Yes, that is what I did.
Man: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

I swear I saw tears coming out of his eyes.

Tip No.1: SHUT UP.
Tip No.2: Follow tip No.1

On a separate note: This blog is going on a hiatus until May 15th. Possibly longer. Depending on whether I survive the exams and if I do survive, I cannot guarantee how long it will take for me to recover from the shock.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Drunktards

Yesterday while I was in Seremban for hearing, the bf called to say that the security guard at my apartment called him. Apparently his car which was parked at my parking spot (he had given me a lift to work with my car) was hit by a drunk driver. (imagine that! In the parking of an apartment building!)

This is a picture of the drunktard's (drunk retard) car. Mind you, this is merely one side of the damage. It was just as bad the other side.

Now this is not a young girl who had one drink too many and was too immature to realise that she should not drive. This was a woman in her 40s, with three young children. That just goes to show, age is not a sign of maturity( or logic apparently).

And just this morning, my cousin sent me this video:-



I think drunktards who insists on driving should just all be placed in a gas chamber.

Kill yourself it's okay.
Kill someone else, destroy another's property, cause inconvenience to others, you're nothing but rubbish to our society.

If you go to court and you get convicted, who pays for your stay there? Responsible tax paying citizens.

How shitty is that?

Friday, March 26, 2010

Call me shallow, but I prefer him good looking. Thankyouverymuch.

Sitting in Chawan the other day, a friend lamented that she craved and missed her single life.

Now, this is the same girl who whined when the rest of us paired up with another and said that she too "wanted a boyfriend" and that she disliked "being lonely."

And when this girl found someone whom all of us thought and still think is funny, good looking, charming and smart, she is beginning to run the opposite direction after 9 months with this man.

"He is too clingy." "He doesn't even give me time to miss him" "He expects too much from me"
and the one that caps the list is, "He is getting too fat. I don't like it."

Before we hear a chorus of men saying how shallow she is, let me just say, we are all entitled to have or desire certain physical attributes in our partners. After all, if every morning you wake up, turn over and see your partner and think "HOLY MACARONI WHAT THE- oh, its you." - it probably isn't a good thing.

So we are entitled to like our men/women, tall, thin, flawless, well endowed (ahem ahem) , handsome, beautiful or have white teeth, perfect smile, 10 fingers and toes and etc.

Does it make us shallow to want a partner who is fit and good looking? I would vote "No." And does it also make us shallow if we begin to resent/dislike the fact that our partner has begun to "let her/himself go?" and grown an additional layer of fat around the tummy, or a pinch worthy flap or flesh on the arms?(it can go the other way too, if you liked your partner with curves and she begins to lose it) I would say no either. After all, as much as we like to deny, physical attraction plays a very large part in a relationship.

When we first meet someone, it's bullshit to say "OH MY WHAT A BIG HEART SHE HAS!" It's definitely going to be "Nice Ass, or Whoa, check out those legs and Oh, great great smile! and of course there is the customary GREAT RACK!"

So one can only hope beyond hope that those things are maintained well within the controls of the person of course. (After all, the enemy of a great rack/nice ass is gravity but that is another story altogether) And that between the great heart, smart and intellectual, kind and considerate, there is a possibility that we do not run the risk of being embarrassed to show off our partners in public.

It's a shame I know that us humans are called "shallow" for wanting or desiring our partners to look a certain way. But it is just how our DNA works. We are BORN that way. We are BORN desiring our partners to look a certain way. Why is it that I find a great smile irresistible? I can't really explain it. Can you? It's not because my parents have horrid smiles and that's why I go the direct opposite. Or that because as a child I watched too many Darlie ads with perfect teeth and perfect smile.

I just do.

To me, being shallow is knowing beyond everything that a partner is inconsiderate, disrespectful of women, conceited, rude, ill mannered, proud, narcissistic, possessive, stingy and generally a bad list of "things not to have" rolled into one, BUT is RICH and choosing to be with that person because he doesn't have anything good, but has a fortune to splash about on you.

Now, THAT is shallow.

Monday, March 8, 2010

It's almost midnight, let's go to the swings.

Sitting on the swings at 11.30pm and daring the bf to give me 7 chin ups at the side bar of the swings.

He laughs and gives me 10.

I fail miserably when I try, citing "I AM A GIRL!" and "I HAVE WEAK TRICEPS!"

I dare him to give me 10 leg ups.

He tries one and fails. I laugh. I didn't attempt any cos I know I wouldn't be able do it.

I give him a mighty push on the swing and he almost topples over. I laugh. He rushes over to my side and gives me a major push which is more like a grab and tickle trick and almost caused me to fall off the swing.

He laughs at me when I fall asleep in the cinema. (It's part of the "you know you're growing old when...")

I laugh when he gets the occasional cough but he dramatizes every cough like it's the end of the world.

He laughs at me when I frown in the lift because he knows I am unhappy with somebody in the lift.

I laugh when he tries to impersonate my frown.

Laugh. It's such a funny word the more you look at it.

I guess that's what keeps people together.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Yes I'm bossy, You've got a problem with that?

What is it about being bossy that people hate?

I'm bossy, but I am not apologetic about it.

Theoretically, if you're sitting in a friend's car and her windshield wipers are screeching, going left, going right, going left going right on a DRY surface, it is logical to yell "FOR GOD'S SAKE, can you stop the damn screeching windshield wiper already?!"

Or, do as I do. I just reach over and turn the damn thing off. Because:-

(i) it is ANNOYING AS HELL to have the wiper screeching on a dry surface.
(ii) repeat above.

Or if your friends get together and sit for hours on end deciding what to eat, where to go, what to do, it is logical to say " Hey, why don't the one who just got back from the US decide what to eat/where to go/what to do?"

Or do as I do. Say "bloody hell. Let's just go here. Do this. And eat there." Saves everybody's time doesn't it?

If friends complain that they never get to see me on my gym days because I am selfish and I allegedly DEMAND that everyone meets after gym, then too bad. I go to the gym because I like it. If you want to meet me, that's the time to meet me. I do not mind slotting myself in your schedule.So I don't see why you cannot do the same for me.

If friends come to me and seek advice, I tell them exactly what I think. I do not sugar coat my words because friends should be there to tell you the truth. If you cannot handle the truth, please go ask someone else. If you want me to listen to your problems, I can of course. I won't judge you if you decide to sleep with a married man, live like a slob, have no career, marry the wrong man, etc, but if you ask me for MY opinion, I'm going to give it to your straight.

Because if you do not like what I have to say, you should know better than to ask me.
Don't say " why do you have to say that? Why can't you just be supportive?"

Of course I am supportive. But it doesn't mean I agree to what you're doing. It is perfectly alright (in my books) to say "I think what you're doing is beyond stupid, but if you need anything, you know where to get me."

If someone hits your friend's car, it is perfectly alright to go up to the drunk driver and say "Look idiot, you're drunk. Pay me, and we will go our own separate ways." That is the only way she got compensated isn't it? If I were a fraction less bossy, she would have had to pay for the damages herself.

If a lawyer tries to cheat me on my loan documents, it's perfectly normal to write a letter to the bank as their customer to give them a heads up on this lousy lawyer. And it is perfectly alright to tell him "I'm sorry but I do not know why you're shouting like an uneducated man when you call yourself a lawyer" while he yells his lungs out at me over the phone. It got him to slash the bill by RM600 (which he tried to con me into paying him).

So friends laugh when they say I am bossy. They make fun of me. But I do not apologise for being the way I am.

Being bossy got me where I am. I didn't lie, cheat, betray people or sleep my way to where I am.

And I think there's nothing to be ashamed about that.

So I am bossy. Live with it. Or get out of the way.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

emetaphobia

You know your guy is for keeps when, after this horror of a drinkthe birthday girl, who happens to be a really good friend of mine, throws up into a bucket, he

(i) Holds her hair;
(ii) strokes her back;
(iii) pays the waiter some cash as a "I am so sorry you've to clean that up" gesture,

....while I was sitting at the furthest possible seat available from the scene of the barfing.

In my defence, I am emetaphobic.

So to all and sundry, I will not hold your hair when you're barfing, I will not hold the barf bucket, I will not stroke your back, I will not cheer you on. I will not.

What I WILL be doing is, I will be hiding behind the big pillar waiting for you to finish. Then I will wait for you to clean up. Then I will ensure you are all thrown up(ed) before I return to anywhere near you. Then I will refuse to take you home in my car.

What? I'm a really good friend ok.

Really.

Just not when you're barfing.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Goodbyes are forever.

Death is inevitable.

We are never quite prepared for death. We get a phone call to say " She's in the hospital." and the next call says " She left us." And left us she did in August 2008.
I saw for the first time my uncle and cousins shed tears. And I stand there in remorse, wishing I had spent more time with her. I watched as my mother struggled to cope with her sudden death. And until today, she sheds tears as she reminisce the days we sat around her living room, taking in her infectious laughter, her great humour, her incredible intelligence and her breathtaking charisma.

In 2009,

I lost my cousin. Details as to the cause of the accident will remain unknown. Many have made callous remarks about the accident. But the fact remains that his wife and children will now have to learn to live without him. At the funeral, I am reminded that "A parent should never have to bury his child." But such is life. Death comes a knocking when we least expect it.

2010 greeted me with news that the ex's mum has cancer. This time around, it has spread to her bronchial areas. I feel a pang of guilt. She tells me he's devastated but she is coping well. I tell the BF, I will visit her as some regrets can never be made right. And if anything were to go wrong for her, I will never forgive myself for not taking time off to see her.

In 2010, I have made no resolutions. In truth, I never had.

After all they say, eat well, stay fit, die anyway.

And when I die, I hope my parents know I love them, my siblings know I will never trade them for the world, my friends understand I appreciate them and the BF remembers he is my soulmate.

I guess, that is my 2010 resolution.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Please adopt me!



Puppy up for adoption.

(Hand/arms holding up puppy not part of adoption package.)

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

We're just not meant to understand everything

I will never understand

... girls who say "Missing baby/ I miss my baby/ Need my baby/ Any other variation of missing her baby " as their FB status.

... why some people almost run you off the road while overtaking when the traffic light right in front is red.

... farmville/cafe whatchamacallit/pet society /what not games on FB.

... why skinny guys feel the need to pile on the weights on their bars when they obviously cannot maintain the strength throughout the whole class at the group X class.

... guys doing BodyJam. Sorry, very wrong.

... people who go off on a holiday but have no pictures of any scenery, but millions of up close, self taken portrait of themselves in different poses.

... the Japanese kawaii look and uncute Malaysians trying to imitate it.

... people who TYPE words such as *bluek* *nom nom nom*. They are sounds. For children below the age of 12. or 8.

... OBC.(and OBC-ians)

... Jonas Brothers. They don't sing. They make squelching, constipated noises.

... children in bikinis. Children in magazines in bikinis. Children wearing skimpy clothes. Children wearing skimpy clothes in brochures.

... people who take forever in a dressing room, only to come out in a towel and two pieces of clothing in their hands.

... people who shave their legs in the gym shower and leave hair not only on the ground, but on the walls as well.

.. people who have BO so bad I can smell it over the shower.

.. the Chinabeng who dances to no music and with floppy hair outside the gym studio. Alone. In front of the mirror.

... why the Paddington pancake house cannot provide me with iced cold water, but are able to give me a glass of warm water and a glass of ice.

... why the lady at the Maxis payment counter refused to let me make payment until I got a number, even though the whole place was deserted.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

PA: I am NOT FROM CHINA.

What?

You cannot be fair and Chinese and not be from China issit?

While some people get the odd encounter of having someone assume they are from a different country, I get the USUAL, HAPPENS EVERYDAY, WASH RINSE REPEAT, *speaks Mandarin* because they assume I am from China encounters.

Not a day passes without someone speaking to me in Mandarin. In the lift, at the roadside, in court( Chinese lawyers practise here meh??) in restaurants, in coffee shops, shopping complexes, cinemas, you name it, it happens.

EVERY-DAMN-WHERE.

In fact, when SARS was the scare of the moment a few years back, I bundled into a taxi after a long day in college. The taxi driver covers his nose and mouth with his hand and says (in Mandarin of course) "Are you from China?" to which I replied "Saya orang Malaysia la."
He then removes his hand and goes (in Mandarin) " oh, I thought if you're from China, I want to wear my mask. Scared you got SARS."

Sure, my eyes are sepet. And my skin may border on being translucent. That does not make me automatically a citizen of PRC. Or that I can spew Mandarin because its my mother tongue.

It has become almost impossible to tell people I do not speak Mandarin. They gape their mouths in awe. They round their eyes in surprise.

When I was younger I get gems like this "Are you mixed?" (Because apparently it's a crime to be born a Malaysian Chinese and be fair and not have gwailo blood infused somewhere)

"Are you Swedish?" (apparently many Swedish people look a tad Chinese)

But the best one I got was "Are you Chindian?"

*_*

Seriously.

I'm this close to bitch slapping and round house kicking (Chuck Norris style) anyone who comes to me and starts their conversation with "siao jie.."

Friday, January 22, 2010

My little girl named Thi Do.

It's not that I do not care about the Haitians. Or those affected by the Tsunami. Or those of them in Mauritius.

But those are usually just natural disasters and one off. Malaysians rush to pour aid to those countries when disaster strikes. After that, they forget. They forget that the people there still need continuous aid to get along. After a one off donation to say, the tsunami survivors, they go along with their lives and forget about those survivors.

So, as terrible as it may sound. I usually do not donate to these one off aid funds. Because 90% of the time, I do not KNOW whether the money gets to them.

I have a weird sense when it comes to charity.

I do not give to beggars who are not in any way maimed or disabled. Two arms? Check. Two legs? Check. 10 fingers and toes? Check. Got all your five senses? Check. You can get a job.
Beggars who lug around their children? I abhor those even more. If you cannot afford to take care of yourself, please do not bring a child into this world. And after you selfishly did, you bring her out to BEG? as a sympathy card? I don't even know what to say to that. But you sure as hell won't be getting any money from me.

When it comes to blind men/women who sell tissues? Oh, those are my favourite. They are disabled but instead of begging, they are selling something. I give them one RM and take only one packet. Most of them will say "cik, ambil dua paket!" (bless their honest souls!) but I always refuse. At least they are making a living whichever way they can. They are not asking for your money, they are earning your money.

I do not donate to MAKNA because I feel that many already do. Not that I do not feel strongly for cancer patients, but I feel that MAKNA is so publicised and well marketed, many people donate to them. I chose to give my money to the National Kidney Foundation. I like it because they not only help the patients with their dialysis bills, they also help them start up their own businesses. Making them self sufficient not to need to rely on charity anymore. I like that.

And just today I received a package from World Vision. I have decided to sponsor a child and the little girl of 5 whom I am sponsoring hails from Tua Chua Vietnam and her name is Giang Thi Do. For as little as MYR50, I can help make her life better and give her a brighter future. So I shall just give up those expensive eateries every once in a while, pocket that MYR50 and let be it put to good use. I can keep sponsoring her until she finishes school. And then it's up to me whether I choose to continue with another child or not.

I don't know about others, but doing charity without ensuring I can have my tax reduced or to be part of the "happening" group giving to the current charities, donning a ribbon, being out on magazines supporting the charity or just to be known to be charitable, but because I genuinely want to, is a really good feeling.

Scrap that.

It's fantastic
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Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Every once in awhile...



you have to let those you love know that they're in your heart and your thoughts.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

F**K you bootcamp elitist!

You know what is more insulting than random people/friends thinking that I am not fit?

It's an overweight person, who smokes and drinks, who just joined the gym and did one week of bootcamp @ bootcamp.com.my and who says to my face "I think you better not come to the bring a friend session at bootcamp, because I will definitely have to do more workouts and suffer because you cannot hack it."

Now, I do not think I am the fittest person walking planet earth. I do not think I am better than anyone else. And I do not think I have enough muscles to choke Ms. Overweight to death without even exerting much energy, but I do think I am fit enough not to be looked down upon.

Sure, I do not deny the activites at bootcamp may be hard. The burpees, the grunts, the running, the flipping of tires, etc etc. And all these at the ungodly hour of 7am or 545am. And in the harsh environment of muddy fields, sun and wind.

Hey, if you think you are great because you did one hour of bootcamp for one week and you hadn't died, good on you. But please, refrain from saying I cannot hack it. Or that I "may think gym is good enough but once you are out there, you will suffer."

Yes, I may. But I think my 5 gym sessions a week of weights and cardio will ensure, after the first one or two days of suffering and adapting to the workout and environment, I will kick you ass so far, you won't even know what hit you.

So, F**K you bootcamp elitist.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

A tale of pork and an idiot.

At exactly 9am.

*buzz*

Sms reads " OHMYGAWD! TONIGHT I HAVE A COMPANY DINNER! PLEASE TELL ME PORK IS NOT CARBOHYDRATE!"

I reply.

"It's meat."

And I got "SO IT'S NOT CARBO RIGHT?"


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Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Evil eye me not.

Ever got an evil stare from someone you don't know?

I get it all the time.

Back when the BF and I were still friends, we partied together with his bunch of cabin crew friends. This one particular girl gave me the evil eye the whole night. I think her being the BF's ex's best friend was probably the motive behind the evil eye.

Anyway, I digress.

So now that I am dating a pilot who used to date a stewardess, I am always, and I repeat always given the evil eye by his colleagues. The you-left-the-ex-for-her? look. If I had a penny for every time it has happened, I would be filthy rich.

I am not too sure whether the stewardess give me a filthy evil look of "gosh, lookit me, I travel the world!" "oh, why are you so dowdy?" or "ugh. lawyer?".

Well guess what? You may travel the world, you may have luxury at your fingertips, you may make more money than me, and you may be more glamorous than I will ever be. But when your company screws you over, who do you turn to to help you out?

Me.

Me who wrote to your company to ask them to remind them about your legal rights. Me who wrote in to fight for your right to work. Me who threatened the company with legal action if they continue with the screw employee over tactics.

Me.

Remember that the next time you give me the evil eye. I may not look it, but sometimes, hidden beneath the unglamorous, underpaid job that I have, you can't live without me or my profession.