Selamat hari raya aidilfitri, maaf zahir batin
Selamat hari lebaran, minal aidil wal faizin
Eid mubarak, eid said, kul am wanti bi khir
(Meskipun terlewat)
Pun begitu, keterasingan semakin terasa setelah 8 bulan berada di Oman, juga belum ketemu cara ringkas untuk berhubung dengan saudara-mara dan sahabat handai (tiada pusat celcom yang dibuka untuk dapatkan reload), ditambah pula hampa yang teramat sangat kali ini ...
Lantas ku pandu terus ke utara
Melewati jalan kampung dan desa
Berlatar kehijauan banjaran titiwangsa
Begitu jauh berbeda dari gurun sahara
Kuubati luka dengan senyuman anak-anak tak berdosa
Bagai sirih pulang ke gagang
Atau sekadar lawatan singkat sebelum ke perantauan?
Apakah esok lusa penentu fitrah
Atau segalanya lantaran tindakan kita jua?
Off the wall, off the cuff, off the grapevine ... one more person trying to make sense of the world we live in.
Showing posts with label Heart too Hard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Heart too Hard. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Waiting For Godot* (Part 1)
Picking up the thread from my former colleague ("Everyone's a fan" blogger Sheih, http://kickdefella.wordpress.com/2008/04/28/sheih-on-sheih-persona-non-grata-years-the-beginning-of-the-end), I too felt like indulging in some stream of consciousness ramblings.
For one, I need to clear my head after checking the nth exam script that spewed back what I had delivered in my lectures.
And for another, I'm looking forward to 'find my inner success nature' from this Masters of Success session that I'll be attending tomorrow (refer to flyer).
So, here goes ...
It was one of those evenings when TF was in the mood for 'readings'. She shuffled and laid the tarot cards on the table, turned them and looked straight into her eyes: "There's a king on a horse and ... a 'hang' man". A 'hang' man or a 'hung' man, as in a 'hung' jury? "A hang man - his hands and feet are tied, he's hung upside down from a tree, unable to move."
That was must have been more than five years ago. And yet, rewind to ten, 15, 20 years ..... "the-beginning-of-the-end", the liberation, the rennaissance, the renewal, a 'new dawn'?
It felt so great to be free from the sham and the shackle that for the next years that she was away, she relished the freedom and the solitude, even on winter mornings when the void and the loneliness just gnawed deep at her gut. Then she would just put on her coat, get out and let the cold wind brush against her cheeks. Tears were so rare - like rain in the desert - they hardly ever flowed.
It was flattering to have admirers (at a safe distant, not too close, and certainly not intimate). "Ah! They're attached anyway". Even after they had 'unattached' themselves, she hardly ever thaw. "It's just too complicated, with me at grad school, the kids at grade school, the cultural differences, yadda, yadda ..."
And so began the pull between desire and resistance, the need for companionship and the fear of intimacy, the risk of being hurt and betrayed, the never ending circumnavigating but never stopping, never braking, no making of decision, no taking of action. Just looking from a distance, from outside looking in at other people's lives, at the attempts, the gestures ... immobilised, paralysed, in a limbo, a perpetual liminal state.
Four years, and it was time to say goodbye. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, to have caused so much pain, even if it was from a distance." She was sad, and glad, to leave. She wished she had accepted all the help, the favors, the protection, the love offered to her. How different her life story, her narrative, her script, would be. Yet, she was glad she hadn't, or "could you imagine how difficult it would be to leave, or to stay for that matter"?
Would she still be who she is if she had been the subservient assistant, the docile companion, the disempowered damsel in distress?
She was proud that she made it on her own all those years, and yet her pride and stubbornness had ruined her chances at success. Never mind the sabotages (and self-sabotage). She crinched at the thought of failure; she had wished that the earth would just open up and swallowed her and she never had to face the whispers, the talks behind her back, the snide remarks.
Back home, and it was like walking back into the prison that she had tried to escape by taking the plunge, when she knew she shouldn't ("But he had begged me, and said he couldn't live without me; how could I ever leave someone who is so needy of me?"). Everyday, she was reminded: "What will people think? What will people say? Pray, earn your living (the honest way), take care of your kids, your siblings' kids, so people won't talk." Forget my own needs, put others' needs before mine, be the 'Madonna' on the rock, be the Rock!
And so the years went by, and she told herself (at the slightest sign of complication) that it was simpler and more efficient to be alone - she could read that book, she could attend that conference, she could write that manuscript.
And watching some of her friends and family members getting hitched again, and 'unhitched' again (with more responsibilities in tow), made her glad that she made the decision, or in her case, NOT make ANY decision to change her status. "Well, if they want me bad enough, they can woo, propose, get-down-on-their-knees". But time or circumstances have changed since AI wooed her, and the few attempts she made at taking initiatives at forging relationships were awkward and embarassing. So, it's better safe than sorry!
"Why give my heart and feelings away, be vulnerable, risk rejection and expose myself to possible manipulation, humiliation and even exploitation?"
But having your life suspended, hanging (albeit metaphorically) from a tree with your hands and feet bound for such a long time can cause severe paralysis!
So, will she be able to cut the invisible ropes that wound around her and set herself free from this self-imposed 'isolation' that had held her back and kept her from taking positive action all these years?
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
SHOW UP & OWN UP!

I managed to catch a rerun of Oprah Winfrey show on 'Stop Living a Lie', or something along that line, advocating people to be true to themselves and SHOW UP, not as a Pretender or an Imposter, but as their true AUTHENTIC selves in any relationship, be it at the workplace, social or familial setting.
The operative word here is BEING your own REAL self, not HAVING what you think will DRAW people to you, or make them LOVE you, unless it's shallow and materialistic people that you intend to attract in the first place.
Like I've said in a text message before, and I will say it again and again:
"CRUDE STYLE BEGETS CRUDE GALS!"
Ms Winfrey and her guests went on to relate how most people, especially women, would inextricably link self identity and self image with what we HAVE (usually a 'catch' in the guise of successful boyfriends, trophy husbands, rich SugarDaddies or even brilliant Mentors who will make us the envy of every woman in our social or professional circle, 'cos they are often regarded as the Express/TAG Lane or PASSPORTS, not only to overseas trips, but to palatial homes, chauffeur-driven cars, a life of leisure, that framed degree/s on our walls, and the promotions thereafter), and not for who we ARE - unique and special in our own right and capable of achieving our personal or professional goals through our own efforts.
Now, most of my female relatives and friends, not just the home makers but the professionals as well, subscribe to this very ILLUSION that every woman's dream is to be a Datin or a Tai-tai, with a walk-in wardrobe of designer clothes, bags, shoes and jewelleries to captivate the crowd during that 'Red Carpet Moment', and similar shallow and superficial pursuits.
Now don't get me wrong, I do enjoy my share of superficial socialising and fine dining with high society, but I derive REAL satisfaction and pleasure from being recognised for my academic work at conference circuits and other public forums.
I remembered well an awful spat between me and a female relative who retorted that:
"You're jealous of me because you HAVE nothing!"
And my knee-jerk reaction was:
"Why should I be? You ARE nothing! (i.e., without the honorific title, expensive clothes, jewelleries, cars, etc., courtesy of her husband)"
And that was the last we spoke to one another.
In fact, having witnessed and felt the resounding VOID in her life made me, consciously or unconsciously, AVOID falling into that tempting trap of being the Mentee who had to walk several steps behind her world-renown Mentor, Patron, or whatchamacallit!
And, of course, it will take me forever to finish my doctoral dissertation without a benefactor, but hey, it's the journey and not the destination that matters.
In any case, what do you think will happen when two supposedly mature and sophisticated adults SHOW UP, over and over again, as shy, awkward and self-conscious people?
The answer is, NOTHING.
What are the reasons for the NON-EVENT?
Will they ever make things HAPPEN between them?
Well, for starters:
Think about how it feels to be the other person.
What they need to feel good.
Remember, there's almost a fifty-fifty chance that they feel shy too.
Put yourself in their shoes and do what you think it would take to make them feel good.
That's not phoniness, that's kindness.
And try to extend that kindness by going the extra mile to her TURF and respect her TERMS, to make her feel good and comfortable.
STOP 'dragging' her down to the same level as opportunistic, materialistic and mindless 'kiddos' by compelling her to compete with 'budak-budak hingusan' (wet behind their waxed ears neophytes, WHAT AN INSULT!) - that will NEVER, ever work since her values are opposed to theirs, or perhaps yours, for that matter.
She can't show up as desperate and needy, when the REAL self prided in self-reliance.
So, SweetHeart, either settle for CLONES in your own IMAGE, or you just gotta change that APPROACH! You may be an arrogant bloke, but certainly no DUMMY! Don't just SHOW UP, OWN UP to your actions! STOP hiding behind plate numbers, heavily tinted wind shields, mute runners, balaccis, etc., etc!!!
And here's Missy Elliot to drive the point home:
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Complicated

Uh huh, life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is
Cause life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh that's the way it is
Chill out whatcha yelling' for?
Laid back it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be you will see
I like you the way you are
When we're drivin' in your car and you're talking to me one on one
but you've become
Somebody else round everyone else
You're watching your back like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool you look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
And you fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no
You come over unannounced
dressed up like you're somethin' else
where you are ain't where it's at
you see you're making me laugh out when you strike your pose
take off all your preppy clothes
you know you're not fooling anyone
when you've become
Somebody else round everyone else
Watching your back, like you can't relax
Trying to be cool you look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
and You fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no
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How many years, vehicles and runners does it take to say these simple words:
"Would you like to step into the car/mpv/lorry/home, ma'am?"
How many more years would it take a person to learn that all that display of power, position and affluence can't take the place of good manners?
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Torn Between Two Lovers

- Artist: Mary MacGregor-peak Billboard position # 1 in 1976-77
-Words and Music by Peter Yarrow (of Peter, Paul , and Mary) and Phil Jarrel
There are times when a woman has to say what's on her mind
Even though she knows how much it's gonna hurt
Before I say another word let me tell you I love you
Let me hold you close and say these words as gently as I can
There's been another man that I've needed and I've loved
But that doesn't mean I love you less
And he knows you can't possess me and he knows he never will
There's just this empty place inside of me that only he can fill
CHORUS
Torn between two lovers, feelin' like a fool
Lovin' both of you is breakin' all the rules
Torn between two lovers, feelin' like a fool
Lovin' you both is breakin' all the rules
You mustn't think you've failed me just because there's someone else
You were the first real love I ever had
And all the things I ever said, I swear they still are true
For no one else can have the part of me I gave to you
I couldn't really blame you if you turned and walked away
But with everything I feel inside, I'm asking you to stay
CHORUS
Torn between two lovers
FADEFeelin' like a fool
Lovin' both of you is breakin' all the rules
In response to jorji, whether it's males or females, I doubt there's much fun in being 'torn'
-Words and Music by Peter Yarrow (of Peter, Paul , and Mary) and Phil Jarrel
There are times when a woman has to say what's on her mind
Even though she knows how much it's gonna hurt
Before I say another word let me tell you I love you
Let me hold you close and say these words as gently as I can
There's been another man that I've needed and I've loved
But that doesn't mean I love you less
And he knows you can't possess me and he knows he never will
There's just this empty place inside of me that only he can fill
CHORUS
Torn between two lovers, feelin' like a fool
Lovin' both of you is breakin' all the rules
Torn between two lovers, feelin' like a fool
Lovin' you both is breakin' all the rules
You mustn't think you've failed me just because there's someone else
You were the first real love I ever had
And all the things I ever said, I swear they still are true
For no one else can have the part of me I gave to you
I couldn't really blame you if you turned and walked away
But with everything I feel inside, I'm asking you to stay
CHORUS
Torn between two lovers
FADEFeelin' like a fool
Lovin' both of you is breakin' all the rules
In response to jorji, whether it's males or females, I doubt there's much fun in being 'torn'
Saturday, March 24, 2007
BY ALL MEANS ... MARRY!
I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry.
That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste.
- David Bissonette
When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her.
- Sacha Guitry
After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together.
- Hemant Joshi
By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.
- Socrates
Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them.
- Dumas
The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, "What does a woman want?" - Sigmund Freud
I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me.
- Anonymous
"Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays."
- Henny Youngman
"I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years."
- Sam Kinison
"There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage."
- James Holt McGavran
"I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me, and the second one didn't."
- Patrick Murray
Two secrets to keep your marriage brimming:
1. Whenever you're wrong, admit it,
2. Whenever you're right, shut up.
- Nash
The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once...
- Anonymous
You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to.
- Henny Youngman
My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.
- Rodney Dangerfield
A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong.
- Milton Berle
Marriage is the only war where one sleeps with the enemy.
- Anonymous
A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: "Wife wanted". Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: "You can have mine."
- Anonymous
First Guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!"
Second Guy: "You're lucky, mine's still alive."
- Courtesy of Ada, another NOT old girlfriend.
That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste.
- David Bissonette
When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her.
- Sacha Guitry
After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together.
- Hemant Joshi
By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.
- Socrates
Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them.
- Dumas
The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, "What does a woman want?" - Sigmund Freud
I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me.
- Anonymous
"Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays."
- Henny Youngman
"I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years."
- Sam Kinison
"There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage."
- James Holt McGavran
"I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me, and the second one didn't."
- Patrick Murray
Two secrets to keep your marriage brimming:
1. Whenever you're wrong, admit it,
2. Whenever you're right, shut up.
- Nash
The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once...
- Anonymous
You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to.
- Henny Youngman
My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.
- Rodney Dangerfield
A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong.
- Milton Berle
Marriage is the only war where one sleeps with the enemy.
- Anonymous
A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: "Wife wanted". Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: "You can have mine."
- Anonymous
First Guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!"
Second Guy: "You're lucky, mine's still alive."
- Courtesy of Ada, another NOT old girlfriend.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
When You're In Love with a Beautiful Woman
ARTIST: Dr. Hook
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
It's hard
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You know it's hard
It's hard, you know it gets so hard
Everybody wants her, everybody loves her
Everybody wants to take your baby home
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You watch your friends
Watch your friends, you gotta watch your friends
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
It never ends
It never ends, you know it never ends
You know that it's crazy, you want to trust her
Then somebody hangs up when you answer the phone
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You go it alone
Maybe it's just an ego problem
Problem is I've been fooled before
By fair weathered friends and faint hearted lovers
And every time it happens
It just convinces me more
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You watch her eyes
Watch her eyes, baby, watch her eyes
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You look for lies
Look for lies, baby, lookin' for lies
Everybody tempts her, everybody tells her
She's the most beautiful woman they know
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You go it alone
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You watch your friends
Watch your friends, you better watch your friends, you better look out
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
Oh, it never ends
It never ends, you know it never ends
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You watch her eyes
Watch her eyes, baby, watch her eyes, you better watch her eyes
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
Keep lookin' for lies
Keep lookin' for lies, keep lookin' for lies
When you're in love with a beautiful woman...
p.s. Especially for you, KN. Shouldn't a long overdue official offer letter or formal invitation be in order? Now, if you wouldn't think of 'pulling' your mother 'by her hair', why would you do that with other women?
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
It's hard
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You know it's hard
It's hard, you know it gets so hard
Everybody wants her, everybody loves her
Everybody wants to take your baby home
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You watch your friends
Watch your friends, you gotta watch your friends
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
It never ends
It never ends, you know it never ends
You know that it's crazy, you want to trust her
Then somebody hangs up when you answer the phone
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You go it alone
Maybe it's just an ego problem
Problem is I've been fooled before
By fair weathered friends and faint hearted lovers
And every time it happens
It just convinces me more
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You watch her eyes
Watch her eyes, baby, watch her eyes
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You look for lies
Look for lies, baby, lookin' for lies
Everybody tempts her, everybody tells her
She's the most beautiful woman they know
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You go it alone
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You watch your friends
Watch your friends, you better watch your friends, you better look out
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
Oh, it never ends
It never ends, you know it never ends
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
You watch her eyes
Watch her eyes, baby, watch her eyes, you better watch her eyes
When you're in love with a beautiful woman
Keep lookin' for lies
Keep lookin' for lies, keep lookin' for lies
When you're in love with a beautiful woman...
p.s. Especially for you, KN. Shouldn't a long overdue official offer letter or formal invitation be in order? Now, if you wouldn't think of 'pulling' your mother 'by her hair', why would you do that with other women?
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
MEN ARE FROM ALCATRAZ, WOMEN ARE FROM ASHRAM (PART III)


Sinkhole
By JUAN CARLOS LLORCA, Associated Press Writer
By JUAN CARLOS LLORCA, Associated Press Writer
GUATEMALA CITY, Guatemala - A 330-foot-deep sinkhole killed at least two teenagers as it swallowed about a dozen homes early Friday and forced the evacuation of nearly 1,000 people in a crowded Guatemala City neighborhood. Officials blamed the sinkhole on recent rains and an underground sewage flow from a ruptured main. The pit emitted foul odors, loud noises and tremors, shaking the surrounding ground. A rush of water could be heard from its depths, and authorities feared it could widen or others could open up. Rescue operations were on hold until a firefighter, suspended from a cable, could take video and photos above the hole and officials could use the documentation to decide how to proceed. The dead were identified as Irma and David Soyos, emergency spokesman Juan Carlos Bolanos said. Their bodies were found near the sinkhole, floating in a river of sewage. Their father, Domingo, was still missing, according to disaster coordinator Hugo Hernandez.
p.s. Hello, uncle, tell me how you're gonna get yourself out of that, before I can come to your rescue, wah liao!
Friday, March 02, 2007
MEN ARE FROM ALCATRAZ, WOMEN ARE FROM ASHRAM (PART II)
I'm Not in Love
I'm not in love, so don't forget it.
It's just a silly phase I'm going through.
And just because I call you up,
Don't get me wrong,
don't think you've got it made.
I'm not in love, no no, it's because...
I like to see you, but then again,
That doesn't mean you mean that much to me.
So if I call you, don't make a fuss
Don't tell your friends about the two of us.
I'm not in love, no no, it's because...
I keep your picture upon the wall.
It hides a nasty stain that's lying there.
So don't you ask me to give it back.
I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me.
I'm not in love, no no, it's because...
Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me.
Ooh, you'll wait a long time.
I'm not in love, I'm not in love...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Original_Soundtrack
A Naive Girl's Guide on how to spot a Guy is sooo NOT in LOVE with you:
1. You get silent phone calls, and when you look out your window, there's either a guy in a baseball/chauffer's/skull cap waiting in cars with plate nos DAD, NAP, BED, BEG, OIC, etc.; OR a lorry waiting at the end of your street at midnight; OR countless WIERD apparitions that never seem to go away after like TEN years?
2. You get phone calls, and he finally decides to speak, but mumbles something like, "Ini Desa Temenggong?" Huh? Sorry, is that a codeword for .....?
3. You get text messages from unfamiliar numbers that say something like, "Saya yang memuja dan merinduimu". Biar betul Mat ni!
4. You get this strange feeling that you're being surveilled, followed and accosted, but the guy expects YOU to get out of YOUR car while HE waits in his heavily tinted steed, like a Sissy!
5. You get your car bumped, your brother's and girlfriend's windshields broken, his name tag taken, your overnite bag stolen, your visitor's fence chainlock cut at 4am, etc.
(When manipulation doesn't work, why not try intimidation to win the lady's heart, ya?)
6. You get missed calls from mobile nos in China, or bizcards in Chinese, and whatdaheck that's supposed to mean?
7. You get text messages wishing you a Happy Deepavali??? from a strange mobile no. ....
I GIVE UP!!! Georgina Dass, please enrol him for Etiquette 101 before he drives me NUTS!!!
To be continued ...
I'm not in love, so don't forget it.
It's just a silly phase I'm going through.
And just because I call you up,
Don't get me wrong,
don't think you've got it made.
I'm not in love, no no, it's because...
I like to see you, but then again,
That doesn't mean you mean that much to me.
So if I call you, don't make a fuss
Don't tell your friends about the two of us.
I'm not in love, no no, it's because...
I keep your picture upon the wall.
It hides a nasty stain that's lying there.
So don't you ask me to give it back.
I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me.
I'm not in love, no no, it's because...
Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me.
Ooh, you'll wait a long time.
I'm not in love, I'm not in love...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Original_Soundtrack
A Naive Girl's Guide on how to spot a Guy is sooo NOT in LOVE with you:
1. You get silent phone calls, and when you look out your window, there's either a guy in a baseball/chauffer's/skull cap waiting in cars with plate nos DAD, NAP, BED, BEG, OIC, etc.; OR a lorry waiting at the end of your street at midnight; OR countless WIERD apparitions that never seem to go away after like TEN years?
2. You get phone calls, and he finally decides to speak, but mumbles something like, "Ini Desa Temenggong?" Huh? Sorry, is that a codeword for .....?
3. You get text messages from unfamiliar numbers that say something like, "Saya yang memuja dan merinduimu". Biar betul Mat ni!
4. You get this strange feeling that you're being surveilled, followed and accosted, but the guy expects YOU to get out of YOUR car while HE waits in his heavily tinted steed, like a Sissy!
5. You get your car bumped, your brother's and girlfriend's windshields broken, his name tag taken, your overnite bag stolen, your visitor's fence chainlock cut at 4am, etc.
(When manipulation doesn't work, why not try intimidation to win the lady's heart, ya?)
6. You get missed calls from mobile nos in China, or bizcards in Chinese, and whatdaheck that's supposed to mean?
7. You get text messages wishing you a Happy Deepavali??? from a strange mobile no. ....
I GIVE UP!!! Georgina Dass, please enrol him for Etiquette 101 before he drives me NUTS!!!
To be continued ...
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
MEN ARE FROM ALCATRAZ, WOMEN ARE FROM ASHRAM (PART I)

http://www.urbaneacademy.com/blog
I bumped into the gorgeous Georgina Dass and her adorable son Prashant at our neighborhood hair salon yesterday evening and she told me about her plans to write about Contemporary Casanovas (CCs, or Sissies?).
Sounds more like Cads on the Prowl to me. Then again, male bashing is one of my strong suits, if not the strongest. Blame it on my Bapak who played the role of the absentee Dad to the hilt, fighting the Colonialists and neo-Cols and chasing his dream of a Utopian Maphilindo, since I was in my Mak's womb in that tropical island then known as Temasek or SingaPura, now the Lil Red Dot. Blame it too on my Mak who had to be so strong and self-reliant and 'poisoned' my naive little mind about being financially, and emotionally, independent of men.
Then again, I would count myself lucky having them as my parents than being offered to successful men double my age by parents who only have their "best interests" for me. Now, I thought this form of white slavery had supposedly ended "sometime in the last century". Talk about taking three steps forward, and six steps back. Who would have thought a "pillar of society", a distinguished scholar from an ivy league university in the US would stoop to such transactions, even out of mercy and compassion, or is it out of spite and vindictiveness? "It stretches credulity" too to believe that graduates/undergraduates from a premier university would consider it just rewards and entitlements to be well-maintained by their modern day Svengali. Hmm ... and we thought only the Sand Monkeys and the Talebans are guilty of such activities!
www.straightdope.com/classics/a990115.html
I will continue with my ramblings on subtle forms of misogyny on another day. However, I vow to treat this subject with an even sleight of hand from here on. Til then, KN, just admit that you've been ABSOLUTELY besotted with NB for the last - only you know - how many years!
You should get down on your knees, cos I don't think she's gonna get down hers any time soon; toodles!
Friday, February 23, 2007
5,000-year-old embrace

Reuters Photo: A pair of human skeletons lie entwined at an Neolithic archaeological dig site near Mantova
Scientists to save 5,000-year-old embrace
By Phil Stewart Mon Feb 12, 9:53 AM ET
VALDARO, Italy (Reuters) - Italy won't split up its Stone Age "lovers."
In a Valentine's Day gift to the country, scientists said they are determined to remove and preserve together the remains of a couple buried 5,000 to 6,000 years ago, their arms still wrapped around each other in an enduring embrace.
Instead of removing the bones one-by-one for reassembly later, archaeologists plan to scoop up the entire section of earth where the couple was buried, they told Reuters.
The plot will then be transported for study before being put on display in an Italian museum, thereby preserving the world's longest known hug for posterity.
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Now, I recalled being told that "not only til death do us part, but even in death, u will cling"; wonder who's my lucky CLING-ON?
TAG ME, TAG U

Nuraina A Samad has tagged me, so I have to tag six other bloggers and blog about six wierd things about myself.
Now, that should be easy; both the tagging and the listing, I mean. NOT half as difficult as deciding whether to tag or not to tag that 'arrogant silent' fella that just dropped a coded 'throw-away' sentence at u or gave u that 'come-hither' look; and before u know it, poof! he's GONE and, hey presto! he's back and flaunting some brash and bold u-know-whats in your own neighbourhood and right smack under your very nose! Talk about feeling rejected before even uttering a word - now that is WIERD, and what a WUSS; but that's a topic for another day.
In any case, here's a lazy girl's guide to tagging and listing:
1. Go to your buddy's blogroll, scroll and take a pick. I went to my buddy Sheih's blogroll http://kickdefella.wordpress.com/, and tagged aisehman http://www.aisehman.org/, A Voice http://anotherbrickinwall.blogspot.com/, Black's http://blackinkorea.blogspot.com/, Critical Thoughts http://www.menj.org/, So, what now? http://acciaccatura.wordpress.com/, and still persuading Sheih to agree to admit and share his idosyncrasies.
2. Get your nearest and dearest to make the list for u, and, Bingo! Here u go,
> likes to dance incoherently, all of a sudden
> hyper sensitive to coffee/caffiene, unpredictable behavior - beware!
> likes to talk during the best parts, while watching a tv show
> thinks aloud/talks to herself and thinks nobody notices
> has a unique sense of dressing
> hyper sensitive to coffee/caffiene, unpredictable behavior - beware!
> likes to talk during the best parts, while watching a tv show
> thinks aloud/talks to herself and thinks nobody notices
> has a unique sense of dressing
> goes 'huh' at least 3 times before she hears your question
"All the imperfections equals perfection"
"All the imperfections equals perfection"
HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
My Funny Valentine

You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable, unphotographable
Yet you're my favorite work of art
Is your figure less than greek
Is your mouth a little bit weak
When you open it to speak, are you smart
Don't, baby don't
Don't change you hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is valentine's
http://www.links2love.com
I don't know of this version by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart, but I do remember the version made famous by Raja Din Wan Mat, a winner of Bintang RTM in the early 1970s, if I'm not mistaken.
I don't know of this version by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart, but I do remember the version made famous by Raja Din Wan Mat, a winner of Bintang RTM in the early 1970s, if I'm not mistaken.
Love's supposed to be in the air, but IS told me last nite that his love life is in a 'fragile' state and NI vehemently replied 'No One' when I asked who could her Valentine be.
Which reminds me that sometimes we are oblivious, doubtful or hesitant, about the identity of the Harlequin who had pinned his heart at the door of his Columbine. Now, if we only have the nerve of the character in Gaiman's Fragile Things who cut up the heart into small pieces and chewed them so she could see her invisible suitor, command him, assume his identity and leave him as a kitchen help with just a shred of confidence to approach the waitress! Dream on ...
And while we're in the realm of dreams, ladies, who could possibly be your dream guy or Valentine?
http://www.realmofdreams.com
Hans Isaac? Ashraf Sinclair? Or Yusry KRU?
http://www.realmofdreams.com
Hans Isaac? Ashraf Sinclair? Or Yusry KRU?
I'm being nationalistic here.
Happy Valentine's Day!



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