The Truth, the Whole Truth & Nothing but the Truth

No matter how hard I try, I still can't seem to understand why one would be on a relentless pursuit of the truth when the actual truth is that they can't really stomach it.

There's a reason why I didn't choose to share in the first place. And you could have heard the reluctance in my voice while you were pestering me. But still, you insisted.

Tell me, when the truth finally came out in the open, did you feel better than you did prior to that very moment?

One thing is for sure: It sure hell didn't make me feel like a saint.

In fact, it made me feel horrible, like I've done something terribly atrocious when the fact was I did nothing but told you what you insisted you wanted to know.


"The truth is rarely pure and never simple." - Oscar Wilde

"Let me give you my advice"

Someone commented the other day that he thinks that I’m a little too emotional; a conclusion he made after what he heard others said about my blog. He claimed that he has never read it because he doesn’t want to invade my private life.

I’m like, what??? If it’s top secret then I wouldn’t have been blogging about it.

I guess some people are still living in the Flintstone Age.

Perhaps he meant well (only God and himself knows) and although everyone is entitled to his or her opinion, I’m not about to let what people say dictate what I should and shouldn’t do.

I don’t listen to my mom (sorry, mom, but that's the truth), so what makes him think that I’ll take in what he said to me?

After all, it’s called my life for a reason and since it’s mine, guess what? I get to call the shots.

So what if I’m an emotional train-wreck? At least I’m not that person (yes, it’s a she, AGAIN, but this time it's different from the previous one) who pretends to be your friend, then turns around and gossips behind your back. You may think that you are very clever in your own cunning ways but the truth is that almost everyone you know knows what kind of person you are and they have their reservations when talking in front of you.

I suppose some women just don’t know how and when to shut up.

So if you happen to be reading this, I just want you to know that from the moment he spoke to me, I knew it was you. My advice to you is that you better watch out, or else.

“I always pass on good advice. It is the only thing to do with it. It is never of any use to oneself.” – Oscar Wilde in ‘An Ideal Husband’

Not made of stone,

Positions filled: Cantonese voice-overs for Fast & Furious (2009)

Yesterday was a fairly inspiring day.

My flight was originally scheduled at 3pm, re-timed to 5.25pm due to bad weather, then 5.45pm and I finally got to board the plane at 6pm. The funny thing was that I had initially accidentally booked the 5pm flight. Then after realizing that both of my cousins were on the earlier flight, I paid additional RM50 to change the flight.

Smart move.

And hence, I watched the passengers boarding the flight that I was supposed to board but somehow didn’t at 5pm sharp. One-by-one. All in all, 3 other planes which were, in the beginning, scheduled behind us actually arrived at LCC Terminal before ours.

When we finally arrived at 7pm, I managed to hop into a cab. Coincidentally, there was a massive jam due to the Formula 1 at Sepang. The thing was that I was supposed to meet my friends for a movie at 9pm but amazingly, I managed to get there on time.

So, it wasn’t such a bad evening after all, right?

Wrong.

I was fortunate enough to be seated next to this couple who somehow can’t keep their bl**dy f**king traps shut throughout the first 20 minutes of the show. I had hinted my annoyance but somehow they just didn’t manage to get the message.

Finally, I politely and quietly said “Excuse me, but can you both stop talking?” I have done this in the past and most of the time, the addressees would be intelligent enough to shut their pie-holes but somehow, this Ah Beng decided that I actually had no right asking him to be silent. And so a 2 1/2-minute voice-over between Dom and Letty began:

Ah Beng: What’s your problem? How come you didn’t ask the people who are laughing around us to be quiet also?

Ms Righteous-ness: You have been talking since the beginning of the movie. Do you see them laughing from the start also? Since you enjoy talking so much, why don’t you just buy a DVD and watch it at home?

Ah Beng: You talk so much, why don’t you just go outside and lodge a complaint against me?

Ms Righteous-ness: I wonder who was the one who started talking a lot in the first place.

And then there was silence for about 5 seconds.

My adrenalin was pumping and I somehow had a feeling that if I was a guy, I would’ve bashed this skinny Ah Beng up right there and then.

He continued talking to his girlfriend continuously throughout the whole movie and she responded in a very timid tone.

I feel sorry for her and hope that she doesn’t end up marrying this man.

Maybe all he needs to do is quit pretending to be cultured and just stick to watching those DVDs that he sells for a living at the night market.

Perhaps only then, the world will somewhat be a better place.

“Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.” – Plato, Ancient Greek philosopher

Do the right thing,

Nothing compares 2 U

You know when you were a kid how your mom used to compare you with your cousins or the neighbour’s kids of the same age group? I used to hate that and I swore to myself that I’ll never do the same thing to my kids in the future.

It’s sad to think that even now that I’m all grown up; I still have to face this kind of situation.

Your boyfriend measuring you up to his ex-girlfriend.

Your superior comparing you with your colleagues.

And worst, until today, sometimes your parents are still putting you side by side against your siblings or their friend’s children, especially when it comes to getting hitched and in terms of career.

How healthy is that?

The only difference is that now you have the right to speak up.

To the boyfriend: Since she’s such a gem, you should be married to her with 3 kids and would have lived happily ever after by now. So what the hell are you doing here with me?

To the boss: If somebody can do the job better and more efficient than I can, why the hell are you wasting your b***dy precious time telling me such things when you can just ask your Ms Super-Efficient & Effective to do it since she can get it done in 20 minutes?

How difficult is it to understand that each person is unique and has his/her own positive and negative traits, which make him, well, him? If everyone is identical then the world would be really boring, wouldn’t it? As if this is rocket science.

We should be celebrating our individuality and not wasting our time listening to people who tell us how we should or should not live our lives.

“I just broke up with someone and the last thing she said to me was “You’ll never find anyone like me again”. I’m thinking, “I should hope not! If I don’t want you, why would I want someone like you?” – Author Unknown

Standing up,

Smacking my lips

“Two minutes on the lips, two years on the hips.”

Bah, who gives a s**t about the diameters of my thunder thighs?

If I get hit by a bus whilst crossing the road and died tomorrow, there will be no Maccas waiting for me when I crossed over – if there is such a thing as ‘the other side’. And should there ever be one, I hope that Melinda Gordon will point me to the right path. Mmm… she is indeed one hot momma.

One thing’s for sure, the worms will be having a feast.

Nah, I think I’d prefer to be cremated. The thought of worms squirming all over my cold, lifeless body repulses me. And to think that I can’t flick them away with my fingers… Eww.

Life is too short.

Even to think about life beyond death.

On a totally different note, how difficult is it to park within the confines of your own parking bay? Even a handful of bus drivers know how to park their vehicles properly so I can't understand why these fools can't learn to be more considerate. Watch out, because one day, you may just lose one of your side mirrors, thanks to either your brilliant parking skills or your tactlessness; or if you're lucky enough, both.

Oops, I forgot. Since they are idiots, they might never learn. Well, not in this lifetime anyway.

Come to think of it now, I actually feel sorry for these sods.

Running to the gym,

Sweat like a pig

I hate wiping people’s sweat off the equipment.

It’s disgusting.

To think that I actually brought my towel to the gym to wipe my OWN sweat off my body and the equipment that I'VE used. Now, after wiping someone’s sweat off the bench, I am restricted to wiping only the equipment from that moment onwards.

Which makes me end up looking like a cleaner who works there.

Maybe since I’m at it, I might as well clean the toilet bowls too.

Gross.

Perhaps the person has forgotten to bring his towel from home today and did not intentionally leave his bodily fluids there.

“There is one word which may serve as a rule of practice for all one's life – reciprocity.” – Confucius

To err is human,

Grow up, puh-leaze!

Some people are smart.

Some are such dim-wits that you start to wonder how they can survive in this world for all these while.

Some act as if they’re smart and better than the rest of the world when the truth is that they are just one of us.

Some pretending to be stupid when in fact they’re not.

And some people are just plain childish and immature.

The conclusion:

This world is filled with groups from all walks of life.

Some you idolize and learn from,

Some you pray you won’t grow up to be like in this lifetime or even the next,

And some, let’s just say that you feel sorry for them because they are beyond redemption.

The inspiration from this entry came the other day when I left a comment on one of my so-called “Facebook friends” after she had posted something.

The next day when I wanted to see if there was any interesting continuation to her sob story, I suddenly realized that I have been taken off her friends’ list and no longer had access to her page anymore.

Oh wow, what an inspiring act. An extremely tough one to follow.

It reminds me of my primary school days: after an argument with our best friend, we tell her “I don’t wanna fren you anymore.”

Like I give a damn.

I know what will follow will make me sound like a broken record but still, she left me with no choice but to say it again:

If you don’t like something, change it. The world will not change overnight just because you complained, complained and complained some more. If you refuse to embrace change, then maybe it’s time for you to just shut the hell up and accept things as it is.

Just needed to get this off my chest and for keepsake purpose under the ‘Just for Laughs’ section.

Come to think of it, maybe I'm the one who's supposed to change and stop complaining since no matter how many gazillion times I've said it, it doesn't seem to have any impact on these people.

“It takes 46 muscles to frown but only 4 to flip 'em the bird.” – Original Author Unknown

I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed,

The meaning of being fugly

fugly

adjective

extremely unattractive. Origin: term is a contraction of "f**king ugly."

source: http://onlineslangdictionary.com/

I was in the middle of my brunch this afternoon when this family of four came into the restaurant. The husband began to place their order and the waiter, being a man in his fifties was a little slow. He became impatient when he had to repeat his fussy & super-complicated order for, like, 3 times. He was causing a scene, in a restaurant full of customers, in front of his wife and two young kids. The waiter kept apologizing and his efforts to calm him down seem fruitless.

In my heart, I felt pitiful for the kids having to grow up with a dad like that. I’m sure that he is setting very high standards of how an adult must behave for them to emulate when they grow up. Maybe he was having a bad day but I somehow felt that it was unfair for him to treat the waiter like that. Everyone out there is just trying to make a living – put yourself in his shoes for a moment, wouldn’t you feel insulted to have someone talk to you in that manner?

If, for a moment, you think that I might also sympathize with the wife, then you are absolutely wrong.

You don’t get to choose which family you are borne into but you get to choose your life partner and she chose him. Essentially, that means that she condones his actions and considers them as acceptable behaviour.

I guess some people choose to be more intimidating than others. I used to know someone who has this trait, which made me pick up the book ‘Winning through Intimidation’, a 1973 book by Robert J. Ringer. After a while, it got me thinking, is this the way I want to be remembered? Threatening? Unapproachable? Scary?

Because this is exactly how I felt about this person.

In the end, I decided that I will just be myself and whether or not the people whom I stumble upon along the way, like me for being me; well, that’s another story.

Maybe the customer was also being himself and he doesn’t find anything wrong with him being that way. His family accepts him for who he is and so does his friends, thus how can it be possible that something is wrong with him?

I guess sometimes it’s much easier to criticize others than to look within ourselves, which is exactly what I’m doing now. Maybe the next time when I’m the one being a drama queen, I shall take a few steps backwards and look back at this entry. As the Malay proverb goes: “Seperti ketam menyuruh anaknya berjalan dengan betul” (Similar to the crab asking its offspring to walk in a straight, forward motion)

Rule #1 of dining out: never be mean to the person waiting at your table as there is a likelihood that you might get “freebies” added into your dish, without your knowledge and/ or consent.

Trust me; I’ve been a waitress before and you don't want this kind of freebies.

“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company, church or home. The remarkable thing is that we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past. We cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10 percent of what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you. We are in charge of our attitudes.” – Charles Swindoll

The ugly duckling,

Proud to be Malaysian

Trying to meet my target of blogging 7 days in a row, for which I have obviously fell short last week at only 5. Since I have a lot of thoughts running in my head and yet unable to concentrate as my whole life has been revolving around ‘The Gem of Life’ (珠光寶氣) drama of late, I managed to find this after rummaging through some of the junk mails I've received.

What Makes A Malaysian A Malaysian

Original Author Unknown

1. You can name all the players from the the English Premier League, but ask you to name one football player from Malaysia , one name also cannot come out.

2. When StreamyX come, you complain StreamyX too slow. When Maxis Broadband come, you complain Maxis Broadband always disconnects. When WiMax come, you complain Wimax too expensive. In the end, you say StreamyX still the best lah.

3. When toll price increase, you complain. When petrol price increase, you complain. When you go Starbucks buy RM10 coffee, NO COMPLAINTS.

4. When you cannot find parking in a shopping mall and have to walk very far, you complain. When you go inside the shopping mall and there's SALE , run from one end of 1Utama to the other also NO COMPLAINTS.

5. You are always late. And the excuse you give when you're late is always either: (a) traffic jam (b) no transport or (c) cannot find parking.

6. You have a parent who force you to take science stream in high school, study engineering in Uni, then when you graduate, they ask you to forget everything you learnt in Uni and do commerce.

7. You know someone who can specially develop an angmoh accent when speaking to a American / British / Australian.

8. You complain against the government in kopitiam, you talk loud loud. Leave anonymous comments on blogs, you also talk loud loud. Attend ceremah by DAP, you shout loud loud. Then when Opposition organise a protest and ask you to go, you dun wan. Scared later kena tangkap by ISA.

9. Every year on the 30th April, you are one of the people below queueing up last minute to submit your tax return at the IRB.

10. When you pay RM10 for something that costs RM1, you blame the Chinese.

11. When a government service is too slow, you blame the Malays.

12. When a building is not good and collapsed, you blame the Indians.

13. When a Chinese student won a scholarship, you say 'Wah! Very clever hor?' When a Malay student won a scholarship, you say 'Aiya! Of course lah!
He Malay mah!'

14. When an angmoh (Caucasian) stranger kiss you on the cheek to say hello, you very happy. When a Malaysian guy kiss you on the cheek to say hello, you slap him.

I’m proud to be a Malaysian, no matter how much people here like to complain about the government, the weather, the education, the traffic, etc. If you want change, do something instead of sitting around all day with your friends in the coffee shop, criticizing the government. As if they can hear you from their lavish homes and over-decorated offices.

Or else, you have another option of migrating to another country and there’s plenty to choose from: Australia, New Zealand or even our neighboring country, Singapore.

So my question is this: what’s stopping you?

Maybe the truth is that we just love complaining. Which is the reason why we are still here after 30-40 years and might still be here until the day we die.

I guess this is just a part of us being Malaysians.

Truly Asian,

You make me sick

Today I made a startling discovery in the comfort of my own home. A couple of things (3 articles, to be precise) which I have previously noticed had gone missing (but couldn’t be bothered to take time out to search for) have suddenly turned up somewhere they don’t belong.

After much thought, I have came up with 2 most likely possibilities:

(A) Obviously they have grown legs and decided to make themselves comfortable some place else; or

(B) Perhaps I have a sleeping disorder whereby I would wake up in the middle of the night and decided to offer some of my personal belongings to another.

I couldn’t believe my eyes even though this is not the first time that it has happened. How could she??? I know I like to leave my things lying around the apartment but still, hasn’t it occurred in her pea-sized brain that there is a possibility that I am bound to notice that my stuff have gone missing one day?

Which reminds me of the other day when my man has given me a good lecture for not offering her the moon cakes that he has bought and instead letting them go bad. And also how she treats me kindly every once in a blue moon. Over the past few days, I have somehow felt bad for being cold towards her all these while.

After all that this person has done, I don’t think that she deserves to be classified under the category of a friend.

Honestly, sometimes I feel like a pretentious, hypocritical b*tch when I’m nice to people whom I know are two-faced. It makes me sick to my stomach when I’m kind towards them because to me, it’s almost as if I’ve already stooped down to their level. How different am I from them if I say I despise these degenerates and yet, turn around and say polite things to them? Am I not being two-faced also by doing that?

Well, the brighter side is that at least next time I’ll know where to look for my stuff if I can’t find them anywhere else.

“My actions are my only true belongings.

I cannot escape the consequences of my actions.

My actions are the ground upon which I stand.”

- Thich Nhat Hanh

So sick,

What do you THINK is your birthright?

Sometimes I feel slightly curious as to why people have children… Let’s rule out all the ‘accidents’ caused by irresponsible individuals. Do these people out there actually worry about the extinction of the human population? Or the fact that when they die, there will actually be someone who will be carrying their family names – is having a child merely an obligation to some of us?

Or do we pro-create simply because we just love children?

I know a lot of people who change once they have children – not too long ago, they are once selfish and doesn’t give a sh*it about anyone except themselves. Suddenly, they turn into these loving and selfless beings, all in the name of their child.

It’s amazing how being a parent can completely transform a person.

Someone once told me that before he had kids, he worked for himself – he spends on what he wants and does whatever he wants. But once his first child came into this world, he feels as if he has a sense of purpose in life and now works hard for the sake of his children’s future.

It makes me furious when some children think that it’s their birthright to demand things from their parents when they know well enough that it is not within their parents’ means – this is especially rampant in Asian society.

These children are spoilt and there is no one to be blamed except for their parents. Is there really a need for an 8-year-old to get a mobile phone? Or a high school girl to own a Louis Vuitton schoolbag? Is it necessary for an 18-year-old to drive to college? And the most ironic of them all is how does someone who is already working dare to ask their parents’ for money?

For their Western counterparts, the children are normally independent of their parents once they finish high school. If they decide to further their studies, a majority of them are expected to get part time jobs to support themselves through college. Or maybe if their parents are wealthy enough, they can consider taking a loan from their parents.

And I’m not sure whether these spoilt brats realize that some mothers actually dump their newborns within minutes after they were born.

Some children are not aware of how lucky they are compared to millions of children around the world. Instead, they complain, moan and whine when their material needs are not fulfilled by their parents.

I hope that someday, my children will learn to be thankful for a chance to be born into this world, for the food on the table, the roof on top of their heads, the shirts on their backs, and more importantly the unconditional love given to them.

“Human beings are the only creatures that allow their children to come back home.” – Bill Cosby

A future mommy,