Well, the Malaysian Mega Sale Carnival is back. In case you’ve been hiding under a rock, it’s on from 5th July till 1st September. Apparently they are targeting tourists from countries which are on break for the summer as of now.
However, take a look at most shopping malls around the country. I think it’s safe to say that 99.99999 % of the consumers are local. Hmm …
Isn’t it so comforting, though, about Malaysians? We can bitch about how we don’t have money and how we want to *kuey teow* the government for putting us in this position … but mention the S-word and all thoughts of savings and fuel hikes and political sob stories just fly out the window. Just lemme at them heavily discounted items!!
Anyway, though I do say that the discounts were nothing much to shout about, I am now officially pokai* aka bankrupt aka penniless. Heheh.
Just like the aforementioned Average Malaysian, I was one of them who went to MidValley on the second day of the Grand Sale. I too went there to try my luck and see if there was anything which would make me part with my hard earned money.
Well … first item I bought (within half an hour of stepping foot into MidValley) was this gorgeous pair of shoes:
Pretty, aren’t they? Fell in love with them the minute I saw them. And by Jove, I was looking for a pair of wedges Match made in heaven *Haha*
The other things I bought pale in comparison, but by the end of the day, Wales and I were left with zero in our cutesy purses and loads of this:
Ok … I know that plastic bags make ‘em look like a whole load of lap sap, but we had groceries to buy and loads and loads of books. Yum!!
And if that’s not enough, I had to drop by Parkson yesterday after work to get some stuff. I picked this up for Wales:
All awful pictures of the same perfume. Ralph Lauren’s Romance. Smells quite nice but a little girl-girl for me. Didn’t stop me from snitching a sample tube though.
I think it’s the most expensive gift I’ve ever given anyone. Heck, I don’t even spend so much on myself when it comes to luxury items. But to ciplak a local ad - the expression on her face when I gave Wales the gift = priceless.
Ho ho ho …
And to top it off, I splashed another RM250 on my new prescription of contact lenses. Argh … argh … argh … (the sound of my empty purse wailing)
This little poli[ti-shen] allegedly got something stuck up someone else’s backside …
The next little poli[ti-shen] is saying au revoir to all the stinkin’ garbage …
The other little poli[ti-shen] screwed but didn’t want to tell and blew the whole place up …
Another little *former* poli[ti-shen] doesn’t know how to quit while he’s ahead …
AND what is the biggest little poli[ti-shen] doing??
He is sitting back and enjoying the show and relieved that his ass is off the hook for the time being, of course!!!
;p
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Ok that little ditty sucked … but then again so is the political situation in the country at the moment. One thing about most of our country’s leaders, they never know when to stop. Honestly, by the time they are done making a laughing stock out of our country, there won’t be much of it left to govern.
I was being questioned about my relationship status/sexuality. My colleague were extremely gung ho about the fact that I was very close to a certain trainee … and even more intrigued when they caught a sight of Xing. Oh and the rest of them thought I was still in love with Joshua.
I was missing someone extremely. It’s amazing how sometimes you can be so close to a person and not be able to touch him. I kinda understands how that Pushing Daisies guy must feel. It really does suck … A LOT!!!
I was determined that my life was going to change and soon. I was going to make really big decisions and it was going to be A-Ok. Not 100% happily ever after but close enough.
I wasn’t happy. Not very much.
Now …
They are still questioning my relationship status, damnit. Or else saying loads of encouraging things like: You better start looking for one soon. Don’t be so choosy. When I was your age, I was already married/pregnant/mother of ten two etc. Fyi, I’m still getting over the last one, you can’t be choosy when there is nothing to choose and times have changed, all right!!! Grrr.
I’m still missing that same person. Only he’s a lot further away now. But I’m starting to move on. I’ll never, ever forget, and I doubt that I will be ready to date for a while, but at least I’m starting to think happy thoughts again. Wales and her rainbows and sunshines myopia is really starting to rub on me.
The decision still stands. I still need an out and an exit … and I still need it soon. But some things have to be reviewed and I’ll be the first to admit that there were many loopholes in my initial plan. I’m surviving but sometimes that urge to just drop everything and vamoose into the unknown hits me so hard I have to grit my teeth and still the feeling.
I think I’m almost happy again. A lot older. A lot wiser. Been through a lot more. But hey, waddehell, take it as a lesson well learnt. I can’t live through a minor depression again. It’s difficult and it’s painful and it’s dark. But at least I am trundling on the right road again, and I’ll be damned if that isn’t light at the end of the tunnel I see.
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Some things I read about and like:
It’s none of my business what anyone thinks about me.
Laughing does make me feel healthier.
The world is only as scary as you make it to be.
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You’ll never be able to grow if you’re obsessed with the past.
By all my calculations, tomorrow was supposed to be my last day at work. Too bad my letter wasn’t accepted.
I’m still counting on a move, boys and girls. It’s just taking longer than I thought it would.
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My aunt and cousin from Sydney are coming down this weekend. Can’t wait to see them. And the rest of them Chew family.
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Been a very nondescript week. The most exciting thing that happened is that Wendy and I discovered something about her “Boss” today - [yuks. ew. not something that his mom would be proud of if she knew. definitely!!]
Oh and I finally managed to wake up for a Euro 2008 match. Wasn’t too much bothered before this. Anyhoo, my team are advancing to the Finals. Wish ‘em luck, k
Had loads of fun on Saturday night … conversation flowed like sky juice … and before we knew it, it was midnight. Time for Cinderella to tuck in.
When I’m not with them, I always forget how much fun we have and how great we are as a group. And when we meet up, the sky is always the limit. We talk about donkey’s stuff and laugh like cows (errr or at least I do-moo-moo). They are the reason I keep sane
Anyway, only 4 of us managed to meet up at Kensington’s but it was still good. This is the life I want!!!
[Too darn lazy to write much more ... so pictures allll the way]
Birthday girl herself.
Birthday girl and her delicious green tea birthday cake.
Food, food and more food
That’s us!!
Haha ok I know this probably wins hands down as one of the laziest posts ever but I’m very tired (woke up to watch Germany advance to the Finals *yippee ray ray*) and my Internet connection is freaking unstable so like that lah!!
I’ve received countless emails lately from colleagues, friends, relatives, the mak cik at the roadside etc. about the economic situation in our country at the moment. My choicest three are *ciplak-ed and pasted* below. Hey, I’m the origininal Anak Malaysia … surely if our leaders Boleh, I also can
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Can a family man with Salary RM3,000 survive in Malaysia
Let’s do some simple calculations here.
In Malaysia, the average family income is RM3,000 /month
(where father works, mother doesn’t).
I understand there are many families whose
monthly income does not reach RM3,000,
but, to make things simple,
let’s take RM3,000 as the figure. Ok lah, right?
Okay, let’s start rolling with a family which has
Papa, Mama, 1 daughter and 1 son. Ngam-ngam ….
Calculation starts…
Electricity and water bill: RM100
(No air-con, No home theatre, No water heater … ok?)
Phone bill ( Telekom): RM100
Meals for a happy family: RM775
(3 meals on RM25/day, RM25 for 4 persons…?)
Papa makan / teh-tarik during working hrs: RM155
(RM5/day, RM5 … can eat what?)
Car repayment: RM400
(A proton saga aeroback, 7 yrs repayment)
Petrol (living in city, traffic-jam): RM300
(go to work, bring son to school,
only can afford one car running)
Insurance: RM650
(kids, wife and myself)
House repayment: RM750
(low cost housing repayment for 30 yrs,
retired still have to work to pay!)
Tuition: RM80
(got that cheap meh? i don’t think so)
Older children pocket money @ school: RM20
(RM1/day, eat bread?)
School fees: RM30
(enough ah?)
School books and etc: RM100
(always got extra to pay in school)
Younger children milk powder: RM50
(cannot have the DHA, BHA, PHA one, expensive)
Oh wait!!! I have to stop here, so…
No Astro,
no movie @ cinema,
no DVD,
no CD,
no online,
cannot KFC,
cannot McDonald,
cannot go Park walk during weekend (petrol expensive),
no chit chat on phone with grandparents, and etc…
Let’s use a calculator to total up….. WALAO EH! Shit! RM3,610 already…
EPF belum potong, income tax lagi……..oledi RM3,610 ….
How to survive lah tuan-tuan dan puan-puan sekalian ???
Our Deputy Prime Minister asked us to change lifestyle?
How to change? Don’t eat? Don’t work? Don’t send children to school and study?
Besides that, I believe in Malaysia population, there are millions of rakyat Malaysia which still don’t earn RM3,000/month!!!
What is this? Inilah Malaysia Boleh… Sorry … it should be Malaysians Boleh , because we’re still alive and kicking!!
Our politicians must be mad!!!!
Please forward and comment boleh or tak boleh. No wonder so many Ah Loong around lah….
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A letter to our darling Prime Minister (and I swear I did not add anything!!)
Dearest Prime Minister…,
FUCK YOU !!
Since the disastrous March 8 elections, I haven’t bothered attacking you much. Well, why should I when the Pakatan Rakyat, Raja Petra and your own Ministers are already doing such a thorough job. And oh, not forgetting all the salivating vultures waiting to push you down the UMNO ladder. There’s also the issue of this bloody old mamak who used to be your boss… but that’s a different story.
I may scorn at your intelligence (or lack thereof), amaze at the voodoo spell your Son In Law has you under, laugh at the blind arrogance of your Government and shake my head at your cluelessness in private, but as far as this blog is concerned, I took a break from whacking you and all that you stand for.
Well it ends today.
Coz I’m fuckin’ pissed.
Like REALLY motherfuckin ‘FUCK YOU BASTARD’ sort of pissed, you backwater retard..!
Today I spent 2 hours caught in a fuckin’ traffic jam coming back from work. As I sat in the fuckin’snarl watching’ the faces of other drivers who looked like they were ready to break stuff, I realised that how every single fuckin’ thing that went wrong today all points at you.
Like a fuckin’ Night Shymalan movie or finale of LOST, everything is related and all dots connect to spell a FUCK YOU BN. Realisation hits me that the fuckin’ 2 hours of my life that I could NEVER get back boils down to one simple fuckin’ fact: The country got it SOOOO fuckin’ wrong in 2004 when they put you as the gaffer of this country.
Cibai.
How, you ask..? Shut the fuckup and listen.
It rained today. REALLY heavy. As a result, all roads in Kuala Lumpur came to a stand still. Why? Is it because all cars in the capital of Malaysia is made out of paper and will disintegrate in the rain? Fuck, no.
Everything came to a halt because any downpour more than 15 minutes causes “flash floods” in the most traffic-heavy parts of the city. As fast as money disappears under Khir Toyo’s administration, water levels will rise whenever it pours in KL. Causing many parts of the big city to become inaccessible. And jammed. Filled with angry motorists and stranded commuters.
We have a SMART Tunnel. Which “supposedly” helps to drain water out during floods. We have public transportation. Which “supposedly” means less vehicles on the road. We have mega criss-crossing highways littered with toll booths. Which “supposedly” provides easy access to different parts of Klang Valley.
But that’s all our country is good for. Launching something and letting monkeys run it. NONE OF THOSE FUCKING THINGS WORK PROPERLY. Or at all. Is it so surprising? No. When they fuckup the basics like having a proper drainage system so that water does not accumulate during heavy rainfall, what more can you expect?
Simply put, heavy rains are beyond our control. How we deal with it is not. Or shouldn’t be.
Fuck all the talk about “winning the 5 States back” when you can’t even address the problems blowing up in your own backyard one by fucking one.
So with the fucking rain causing enough havoc as it is … then came the fuckin’ announcement that effective from12am midnight, petrol prices will increase to RM2.70 a litre from RM1.92.
WHAT A FUCKING JOKE. They couldn’t have timed it better. Only days ago one of the lackeys from the PM’s office gave a press statement saying the prices will increase by August. PM himself said before earlier this year that there won’t be a price hike.
But I guess we all know this is the same guy who CONVINCINGLY DECLARED on Tuesday that Parliament won’t be dissolved on Wednesday when it actually did came the day.
If he was Pinocchio he could represent Malaysia in pole vaulting in Beijing using his blower only.
So right after the Govt assured us that petrol prices won’t go up, it did. And the timing of it. Announcing it will go up tomorrow. It’s like a man coming into a building shouting, “HEY GUYS RUN. I HAVE A BOMB AND ITS BLOWING IN A FEW SECONDS”.
The announcement, as predicted, sparked a fuckin frenzy on the roads. Every bloody motor owner drove out all their vehicles to quickly fill up their tanks while it’s still pre-hike`price. This caused the laws of the jungle to quickly emerge as lines after fuckin’ lines zig-zagged into jam-packed petrol stations amidst the blaring of horns and cursing of profanities in a multitude of languages.
Snarling, bustling and frenzied traffic from every petrol station overflowed onto highways and unflooded roads already under massive burden of having to carry extra vehicles as a result of other flooded roads which become the link between a tired worker’s office to his home.
The result ?
A FUCKING ROYAL RUMBLE OFROAD MADNESS which lasted 2 hours for me when it usually takes me 20-30mins to reach home from office.
FUCK THE PETROL HIKE.! Unfuckin believable jam is but the beginning. Inflation is bound to hit hard at everyone’s pockets.
Granted the price of oil is escalating globally. Granted the American economy crisis is having some spillover effect to world economics.
But we’re a FUCKING PETROL PRODUCING NATION!!! Like Saudi. It’s 40cents a litre over there. We’re a fuckin nation that produces motherfuckin’ oil. OIL!! And yet we’re saying we can’t do anything. Simple economics dictates that if you PRODUCE OIL, and OIL prices go up, you GET BIGGER PROFITS DON’T YOU?!?!
Petronas rakes in billions EVERY fuckin’ year. Yet the government says it can’t subsidise us without major cutbacks in other areas like healthcare and shit. FUCK YOU ALL. Just cutback on the kickbacks and under counter money and we’ll have enough to subsidise petrol to be under RM1 per litre.
This is what happens when you take village-like, count-up-to-10-with-finger
s fuckers to fill in top posts in the Government and Cabinet. This is what happens when you have a despotic party overstaying its fat stay at the top of the foodchain.
This is a fuckin’ joke I tell ya. First the price of flour. Then cooking oil. Then price of pork. Now petrol.
CIBAI KHEONG KAN LEMA KA CHAO CIBAI.
FUCK YOU, you and you. All of you.
YES BARISAN NASIONAL, UMNO and the ENTIRE Badawi Administration. This is your encore.
GET THE FUCK OUT.
p.s. You have to love the Pinocchio part *lol*
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And my favourite of all:
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I know I’m one of the lucky ones. Living at home with the parental units - and in Seremban, no less - I have less commitments than some of my friends. Heck, my only expenses every month are for petrol, I pay my parents some money, my phone credit and also certain groceries. Every few months or so, expenses spikes up cause of my contacts and my hair.
Gawd, I sound like a real bimbette huh.
I’m not feeling the pinch so much but that doesn’t mean that I don’t know what’s going on. We could say that it’s the same situation the whole world over but it isn’t enough. This is no way to live.
We don’t want to hear politicians telling us to change our lifestyles - at least not until they put themselves in our shoes and seriously come up with a sensitive game plan. We don’t want to read about a gatal who wants to marry another wife and who gives sex tips, no less. We don’t want to know anything except what can be done to smoothen what is most probably going to turn out to be severe inflation.
If only we could see that our leaders are as serious about helping us than they pretend to be. Instead, they are busy worrying about who’s going to be the next PM aka Pathetic Minister of this country.
Come on, I honestly don’t give a shit about the next power crazy orang utan who is going to lead Malaysia. For crying out loud, just give us someone who actually cares about the rakyat for once!!
I seem to be accumulating loads of extended family members. I know that things haven’t been too great lately in my life, but when I think about all the people who care for me and who look out for me, I feel really blessed. Ya I know I bitch and moan but then at the end of the day, I count myself one of the lucky ones.
Not to want to get all soap dish, but we had an informal photo shoot the other day for a HR magazine and it was so much fun!!
These are the people who make life bearable … and a way for us to chill out away from the office!!
Rama & Wendy
Gina, Azman, Wendy & Yuki
Boss, Gina & I
Zaini & Jamal
Rashid the rower
The hotel
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So yeah. Sometimes life sucks. But you have to realise that there are minor miracles in your life nevertheless. I’m leaving it to God now to show me the way. I’ll do what I can - and yes sometimes the desire to up and leave is so strong sometimes - but at the end of the day, I believe that I’ll be where I’m supposed to be.
I never knew the song Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love To Town was about the war. All this while, I’d always thought it was about this call girl named Ruby who was cheatin’ on her man and sleeping around. Oh and she wanted to escape to town *lol*
I guess it’s kinda selective perception - I’d only always focused on the ‘Ohhhh Rubyyyyy … Don’t take your love to town’ line.
Until today, that is.
When I was sitting in the car, waiting for my colleague to ta pau some iced cold coffee (yep, early in the morn), it just struck me that the guy was singing about him being injured from the war and his girl Ruby wanting to leave him cause of it.
You’ve painted up your lips
And rolled and curled your tinted hair
Ruby are you contemplating
Going out somewhere
The shadow on the wall
Tells me the sun is going down
Oh Ruby
Don’t take your love to town
It wasn’t me
That started that old crazy Asian war
But I was proud to go
And do my patriotic chore
And yes, it’s true that
I’m not the man I used to be
Oh, Ruby I still need some company
Its hard to love a man
Whose legs are bent and paralysed
And I won’t serve the needs of a woman your age
Ruby I realize,
But it won’t be long i’ve heard them say until I not around
Oh Ruby
Don’t take your love to town
She’s leaving now cause
I just heard the slamming of the door
The way I know I’ve heard it slamming
Some 100 times before
And if I could move I’d get my gun
And put her in the ground
Oh Ruby
Don’t take your love to town
Oh Ruby for God’s sake turn around
Ouch, ain’t it? Here the poor fellow almost dies for the country and his bird doesn’t even have the decency to stay with him till he poofs off. Sigh.
Anyway, I was free enough to search for this old video of a barely recognisable Kenny Rogers (only cause we see him as a wrinkly man with a beautiful white beard now) singing this song with his band way back when:
I guess my point here is just that even then, they were singing about the war and people dying and relationships being torn apart, not to mention way too many widows and sexually inactive women being left behind.
What’s the difference now?
I’m not going to preach and ask for the war to stop cause inherently, we’re talking about basic human nature. No matter how educated or knowledgeable we are, humans ARE bloodthirsty, gore hunting animals … to even debate that would take forever.
It’s just sad, though, isn’t it … we should totally so know better by now.
You know, it might be the growing up process and being more realistic and practical and all, but I don’t believe in things like Friday the 13th anymore. I used to go ‘oooooh shit … Friday the 13th … better be careful’ and all that crap. But seriously, I’m kinda not bothered anymore.
However, the nutcase in me wanted to put it to the test and come up with some sort of scale to see if it really is all in the mind or if superstition still rules supreme.
So let’s say I start with 100 points in the morning of the 13th, and for every good or pleasant thing that happens, I add some points, and for every irritant (person or thing) I encounter, I deduct the points.
Woke up bright and early in the morning. Really, really good night’s worth of sleep. Was wondering what I could eat for breakfast when my mom called through the door: Hey, are you awake? Want me to make maggi mee goreng for you??
Wow wow wow wow wow … been craving for that for ages (of course, it’s the healthier version of the grease trap that they sell at mamak stalls all over the country).
Uh oh … my stomach started to rumble slightly. Not the Maggi Mee Goreng, mind you! It just hasn’t been feeling particularly healthy for some time, dunno why.
Anyway, I rush to the ladies and nearly meet with a near “accident” when my freaking button gets stuck. Almost, but not quite, thank God!!
For pure dumb luck and the fact that the stomach ache went away after that, I’m just gonna deduct 10 points from this
I’m freezing from the cold!! We just installed a new air cond in the office and I’m sitting directly at it. I’m certainly someone who’s never been a big fan of fake cool air.
Shit.
Sorry to be all drama again but my fingers are all numb and it feels like hypothermia might possibly be setting in.
Grrrrrrr.
Stupid air. Stupid cold. Stupid fingers can’t move much now!!!
I get a nice message from a friend. Been waaay too bored lately at work, at home, at everything. I totally need a new lease in life. And he’s feeling the same way, waddaya know.
(Ok I totally get that this probably has nothing to do with Friday the 13th … but the digression is just based on the fact that it’s nice to keep in touch with people. Plus, it was a very nice message)
So this is kinda if-fy. Cause even though I was happy about the message, the content totally made me space out … and I started thinking about loads of things. Which I kinda told myself I should stop doing.
So is that good or bad? Add or deduct??!
I seriously can’t decide. Ok laa … not doing anything with this … it kinda cancelled itself out *haha*
Someone came and totally irritated the daylights out of me. I think it’s his face that really annoys me. I’m no beauty queen (and them pictures can attest to that) but don’t some people just rub you the wrong way?
Like I tell everyone, I’ve no problems against him. It’s just that I tried at the beginning to be nice and polite and he’s still acting like a jerk so what the hell?? I don’t waste my time.
Anyway, should he even be in my post … seeing as just hearing his voice makes me get all yuck-sy-fied. Hmm. If it were that, then everyday would be Friday the 13th for me!! *shudder*
Ahh waddehell … my blog … my post … wateva ;p
He’s in and I’m deducting a further 15 points!!! I’m really miffed!!
OK laa - mood a little better cause someone’s just invited us for a tea cum farewell Yay yay. It’s amazing how the mention of food instantly makes me feel a lot happier.
The spread was good … the speeches were good … had a nice time bitching about certain people while chomping on delicious kuih … Best nyer …
Another round of Inter Department Games. This time it’s badminton. David wanted to rope me in at first cause Yuki sprained her hand but I just marched over to Dom, looked my godfather in the eye and said: Dom, David wants me to play badminton.
Predictably, he just smiled … haha … everyone knows I suck at badminton. Plus my attention span is alarmingly terrible.
So Gina was asked to play instead and we went to cheer her and our team on.
Too bad we lost
Oh well … you win some you lose some we had loads of fun at the hall anyways. Just for that alone is worth 10 points.
So have I answered the age old question of Friday the 13th? Haha. I guess that as we grow older, certain things that spooked us do not matter as much anymore. And the days are going so freaking fast anyway, that you can hardly remember superstition and bad luck days (like laa you only get whacking from your Boss on Unlucky Friday the 13th, right)
And while I realise that I might have sunk to an all time low just by wasting my time writing this post (when I could actually be doing something more productive like oh I dunno sending out my resume!!!), suffice to say that I am doing what I can with my time.
So after debunking the myth that is Friday the 13th (hardly, har dee har har), here’s hoping that I don’t need to carry a rabbit’s foot with me all the time just to get exceptionally good luck.
Why are men such aliens?? I know some of you must be snickering right now and asking me to get in line. I guess if anyone had found the answer, he or she would be a trillionaire by now. I mean, think of all the self help books that could be written! If such recycled crap like The Secret can be snapped off bookshelves, what more the key to unlocking the minds of these alien-like beings??!
But I digress. The only reason I find it so (that men are creatures from outer space, that is) is cause of something my brother told me.
First, though, I would have to back track a little on account of the fact that if you don’t know the background info, chances are, you wouldn’t agree with my Men Are Aliens title.
See, the biggest news in our family is that after 10 years of peace, our grandmother is moving back in with us. Why the caustic remark? Well, imagine a grandmother who is loving and kindhearted, always willing to listen to your problems and take your side against your parents. Do you have that nice picture in your head? You do? Good. And if you have such a grandmother, my heartiest congratulations and envy.
My grandmother? Not so like that. Sure, she is loving - in a Ted Bundy kind of way. Not that she kills or has murdered anybody (not that I know of anyway). She’s much worse. And while I know I have drama queen-like tendencies, I’m perfectly serious this time.
Why? Well, I grew up with my Popo in the house for the first 14 years of my life. And let’s just say it wasn’t a bed of bunga tahi ayam. She wasn’t really great to me or my mom - that would be the understatement of the year. And if she had made it into politics, even Tun Mahathir would kalah to her. She’s the most manipulative and bitter person I know.
Sure a part of me loves her just for the fact that she is my grammy and without her, of course, you wouldn’t be reading this blog entry right now. But some of the things that she has said or done in the past? Not so easy to forget.
Before I turn this into a looong walk down Memory Lane, let me get back to the matter in hand here; it being that men (or the male species, if you like) are aliens.
Why? Well, I had a talk with my mom and she, of course, is not really happy about the decision. But we’re filial Asians, she’s our flesh and blood and this used to be her home. So we welcome Popo back into our Rasah Jaya lives. We thought about everything including getting a full time maid, a part time maid, having Dad retire and take care of his mom (HAH! As if!!) etc. etc. and all the nonsensical stuff that we couldn’t spout in front of Dad.
After exhausting the subject with Mom, I proceeded up the stairs and there was Dode. So decided to approach him and ask him what he thought about it.
His reasoning really astounded me! First of all, he gave me this look (but he’s sick and I’m his sister and I love him so I will ignore that look). And then, he said this:
Look at it this way. You and Wei Li jie jie will be going off soon. In your places, Popo will be staying here full time. 1 in place of 2. Don’t you think that Mom will have less work??
‘______’ “
Seriously?????!!!! (times a trazillion!!!)
Only someone who’s never had to do housework or take care of other people in his life can afford to say such things! I’m glad that Mom does not go on the Internet, or else, she wouldn’t be feeling so loving and motherly towards her youngest son.
So yeah. Don’t you just agree that men are aliens??
Match made in heaven *Haha*
loyster
