Not a very easy task. Being a parent, a heavier responsibility.
But unfortunately, most people do not see it this way anymore. We all fail to see the difference in each individual.
One person may love to eat mango, another just hates oranges and another swears by watermelon. We have different tastes at different times. I won't take pineapple for breakfast, neither will I have durian right before I sleep. But some people I heard of took Coke and durian with chicken rice.
Anyway, back to the topic of having children. What frustrates me most is the fact that there are just too many people asking us when we are deciding on having a baby. Like, seriously? Chinese wedding & Church ceremony is not over yet, I do not expect a baby to pop up in between planning. Might even suffer a miscarriage if I tried. Some people just don't think, do they? After all, most of them were men jabbering the poor husband when he was going to be a father.
Of course, the issue of 'wife/husband unable to have kids' remain sensitive, despite the Earth going to a standstill. Ever heard of people saying, 'you know, his wife is barren... cannot have their own kids one leh'... Oh, like you didn't know, it is pretty normal for women/men to be infertile nowadays. Worse still, some couples are humiliated because they just did not want to have kids in 5 years time and people started talking behind their backs about how the wife is supposedly unable to reproduce. And yes, after that, this family suddenly had 7 kids. And I happened to be a proud friend to one of their child :)
Human beings are just evil.
Raising children these days, they just scare me. Piano classes, ballet, guitar class, gym, aerobics, art, music, typing, computer, english, BM, mandarin, german, french, japanese (forgive the non-capital letters, sick of caps-ing all)................ don't kids these day have rest at all?
5 times more DHA? Oh come on..... How did we all survive without those DHA thingey in the past? We were alright, could even score 100% in subjects and made our parents proud without drinking those DHA-filled milk.
Oh, btw, didn't you know that our body can also produce/take in needed nutrients?
Nah, may don't know. Children nowadays may seem lucky, but in fact they are too 'lucky' that they have never seen worms in real life, neither have they bathed in streams, gotten bee stings and recuperating from a swollen cheek, kickboxing with friends of other race/religions together without t-shirts, and many other things that kampung kids have but they don't.....
Raising children these days became a competition. Parents use their kids to compare with others just to feel more superior than another. "Oh, my Gavin scored 100% in Math, what about your Michelle?"
I love mum for always replying, 'my children are all very stupid one la. No need to compare'....
Anyway, I don't score 100% on an average basis, but I still delivered my A's. Not good enough? 80% of my friends, if they knew I hated to be compared with these people, they would have thrown eggs at these few idiots.
As a child during the 80s/90s, we already had so much to deal with. What more now? And education is not free in our friggin' country. What's worse than paying for little kid's university fees? Yeah, purchase another study plan for my kid and donate RM100/month to one of these insurance companies only for them to go bust. Or to only find that our kid doesn't want to study anymore due to too much pressure.
Kids have Nursery, K1 K2 in kindergarten classes? OMG! I only entered kindy at 6 and of course by 7 was in a school already! What happened to the 5-year old kid spending time with mommy to bake cookies and messing up the kitchen in the process?
That's it. I will quit my job and take care of Mervyn/Melanie/whoever these idiots will be (my kids) to avoid them being spoilt by maids. And I shall home-school them till probably 6 and send them to primary 1 after that.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
my fear
Hey! Everyone's entitled to some fear in life, right?
Not the fear of heights, cockroaches or what not. Rather, the fear I have right now is the fear of uncertainty.
It is true that nobody is perfect, but with so much imperfections in our lives, we cannot help but to wonder what lies ahead.
The world's getting more screwed up, day by day. More kids cursing their parents and their parents being powerless over their kids. More middle-finger worshippers on the roads. More ball-less and brain-less people making decisions for the 'greater good' or so they think it should be.
All these things, they scare me. What if the economy crashes? What if USD dips to the point of no return? What if all nations suffer because of a bad economic downturn? What if the Earth moves out of its line and hits a meteor bigger than the moon?
There are just too many things to worry about.
You know what? Just grab a cuppa refreshing lemon drink and sip. Forget about it. The world will end, even how hard we fight to survive. Armageddon, 2010, whatchamacallit...
Doesn't really matter anyway. But what what really matters more is the current things that you have now. Your family, friends, people around you. Begging for forgiveness might sound a little too desperate. But rather, we probably could do something nice for another person? At least even if today is the last day on Earth for us all, we are still able to make one person smile.
Are you ready to live LIFE? Let go of everything and say that you are ready to die?
That day you openly profess that you are ready to die, that will be the real day you start living....
Not the fear of heights, cockroaches or what not. Rather, the fear I have right now is the fear of uncertainty.
It is true that nobody is perfect, but with so much imperfections in our lives, we cannot help but to wonder what lies ahead.
The world's getting more screwed up, day by day. More kids cursing their parents and their parents being powerless over their kids. More middle-finger worshippers on the roads. More ball-less and brain-less people making decisions for the 'greater good' or so they think it should be.
All these things, they scare me. What if the economy crashes? What if USD dips to the point of no return? What if all nations suffer because of a bad economic downturn? What if the Earth moves out of its line and hits a meteor bigger than the moon?
There are just too many things to worry about.
You know what? Just grab a cuppa refreshing lemon drink and sip. Forget about it. The world will end, even how hard we fight to survive. Armageddon, 2010, whatchamacallit...
Doesn't really matter anyway. But what what really matters more is the current things that you have now. Your family, friends, people around you. Begging for forgiveness might sound a little too desperate. But rather, we probably could do something nice for another person? At least even if today is the last day on Earth for us all, we are still able to make one person smile.
Are you ready to live LIFE? Let go of everything and say that you are ready to die?
That day you openly profess that you are ready to die, that will be the real day you start living....
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Tyrant kids
2 days ago, hubby and I went to C to makan. As usual, Dui Dui Min just looked too good that we were attracted to the food there (again!)
What was supposedly a wonderful meal became a meal with solence+rolling eyes for us instead.
2 kids, we are of the opinion that they are twins; came about with their mother. Bear this in mind. The children should be at least 8 - 10 years old, judging from the minimum age according to height. Might be older but definitely not younger than 8.
Thought your 2 year old who does not understand language is difficult to handle? Try these 2 kids.
Kid A (in pink) came about and started climbing on the stool and jumping.
Kid B (in blue) was walking around the aisle where the waiters served food, i.e. blocking and posing as a hazard at that particular location.
Mother comes in, looks at Kid A and tells her in a soft manner, 'Mei... Get off the chair. Your shoes are dirty'. The kid continues to stand on the stool, trying to look at a softboard attached to the wall beside the stool. Powerless mother. Ptui. Hubby and I rolled our eyes.
After 30 seconds she was still on the chair, after her mother told her to get off. She raised her voice (probably less than 5%) and told her to get off. 'Mei, your shoes are dirty. Your stool is now dirty. Get off'... And Kid A got off reluctantly.
Kid B was holding a yogurt drink in her hand. Not the small bottle. The big one. Drank off the bottle while standing in the middle of the aisle, again posing as a hazard to all people passing by. Mother told her to sit down, she ignores. Mother keeps quiet.
Kid A and Kid B suddenly took an interest in the lady who was preparing noodles. Somewhat like wanton noodles, this pan mee needs hot water to ensure it is cooked. The lady was trying to remove the noodles from the hot water, the 2 children stood so close, they might be hurt by the spilling hot water when the noodles were removed. The lady told them to not stand too close. They ignored. Instead, put their hands above all the other ingredients at the stall, staring, chattering and basically dirtying all the ingredients there with their chattering and moving hands. No wonder why I had diarrhoea that night! (naah.. maybe because I had been cursing these kids, retribution time? whatever....)
Kid A got back to the seat. Kid B still stood in the aisle. She had a thing for the aisle, I reckon. And the lady preparing my food was trying to pass me my long-awaited-yummylicious-dinner when this Kid B nearly backed into her.
Both hubby and I were so evil. We wished that the lady would have spilled the hot soup on the annoying kid to teach her a lesson. But nah, the guy upstairs had to be merciful at that point in time. No accident happened.
Fine and be it. We makan..... Kid A was chatting with the mother and for some reason, her mother kinda 'hit' her. Not really hit as it bashing or hitting because she was naughty. I was too engrossed in my yummy food, didn't notice what happened. But she told her mother off, 'you cannot do this to me. I'll hit you back' (literally translated from Mandarin)
Hubby and I rolled our eyes. If it were our fathers, one slap across the face already. No mercy shown.
After we ate, we paid and left. Went to C to purchase something. Came out, saw Kid A running around alone. Kid B and mum were still eating. Kid A roamed around, pushed a trolley, abandoned it at the side, did whatever else, posed as a hazard in the aisle with people and waiter passing by again, and more stuff that I wouldn't dare to do when I was a kid.
Now, do you know why I DON'T intend to have children yet?
I am not about to become somewhat like this useless, powerless mother whose words are just as useless as her authority as a mother. So what if they were twins? Just because they were special, you could spoil them more? Let them have it their way?
Never in my life I've seen 8 year olds behaving like that. Girls!!!
Gosh... I really hope I won't become like this mother who obviously gave in too much to their kid. My child will at least learn how to respect people for the first 15 years before they become full-fledged and hot-blooded teenagers. At least..... Not having 8 year olds yelling at their mother. Reminds me of one of my annoying cousin too, who hits his father and scolds his mother. If he was my kid, I'd have used a hot brand to brand his mouth and arse. Seriously, he is rude and it is because his parents allowed him to.
It is a huge responsibility to be a parent. So stop trying to push us to have a kid. It is not as simple as giving birth and hoping that the child turns out good. If not given the right condition and care, however good a child may be, he/she might not have the best environment to grow in.
What was supposedly a wonderful meal became a meal with solence+rolling eyes for us instead.
2 kids, we are of the opinion that they are twins; came about with their mother. Bear this in mind. The children should be at least 8 - 10 years old, judging from the minimum age according to height. Might be older but definitely not younger than 8.
Thought your 2 year old who does not understand language is difficult to handle? Try these 2 kids.
Kid A (in pink) came about and started climbing on the stool and jumping.
Kid B (in blue) was walking around the aisle where the waiters served food, i.e. blocking and posing as a hazard at that particular location.
Mother comes in, looks at Kid A and tells her in a soft manner, 'Mei... Get off the chair. Your shoes are dirty'. The kid continues to stand on the stool, trying to look at a softboard attached to the wall beside the stool. Powerless mother. Ptui. Hubby and I rolled our eyes.
After 30 seconds she was still on the chair, after her mother told her to get off. She raised her voice (probably less than 5%) and told her to get off. 'Mei, your shoes are dirty. Your stool is now dirty. Get off'... And Kid A got off reluctantly.
Kid B was holding a yogurt drink in her hand. Not the small bottle. The big one. Drank off the bottle while standing in the middle of the aisle, again posing as a hazard to all people passing by. Mother told her to sit down, she ignores. Mother keeps quiet.
Kid A and Kid B suddenly took an interest in the lady who was preparing noodles. Somewhat like wanton noodles, this pan mee needs hot water to ensure it is cooked. The lady was trying to remove the noodles from the hot water, the 2 children stood so close, they might be hurt by the spilling hot water when the noodles were removed. The lady told them to not stand too close. They ignored. Instead, put their hands above all the other ingredients at the stall, staring, chattering and basically dirtying all the ingredients there with their chattering and moving hands. No wonder why I had diarrhoea that night! (naah.. maybe because I had been cursing these kids, retribution time? whatever....)
Kid A got back to the seat. Kid B still stood in the aisle. She had a thing for the aisle, I reckon. And the lady preparing my food was trying to pass me my long-awaited-yummylicious-dinner when this Kid B nearly backed into her.
Both hubby and I were so evil. We wished that the lady would have spilled the hot soup on the annoying kid to teach her a lesson. But nah, the guy upstairs had to be merciful at that point in time. No accident happened.
Fine and be it. We makan..... Kid A was chatting with the mother and for some reason, her mother kinda 'hit' her. Not really hit as it bashing or hitting because she was naughty. I was too engrossed in my yummy food, didn't notice what happened. But she told her mother off, 'you cannot do this to me. I'll hit you back' (literally translated from Mandarin)
Hubby and I rolled our eyes. If it were our fathers, one slap across the face already. No mercy shown.
After we ate, we paid and left. Went to C to purchase something. Came out, saw Kid A running around alone. Kid B and mum were still eating. Kid A roamed around, pushed a trolley, abandoned it at the side, did whatever else, posed as a hazard in the aisle with people and waiter passing by again, and more stuff that I wouldn't dare to do when I was a kid.
Now, do you know why I DON'T intend to have children yet?
I am not about to become somewhat like this useless, powerless mother whose words are just as useless as her authority as a mother. So what if they were twins? Just because they were special, you could spoil them more? Let them have it their way?
Never in my life I've seen 8 year olds behaving like that. Girls!!!
Gosh... I really hope I won't become like this mother who obviously gave in too much to their kid. My child will at least learn how to respect people for the first 15 years before they become full-fledged and hot-blooded teenagers. At least..... Not having 8 year olds yelling at their mother. Reminds me of one of my annoying cousin too, who hits his father and scolds his mother. If he was my kid, I'd have used a hot brand to brand his mouth and arse. Seriously, he is rude and it is because his parents allowed him to.
It is a huge responsibility to be a parent. So stop trying to push us to have a kid. It is not as simple as giving birth and hoping that the child turns out good. If not given the right condition and care, however good a child may be, he/she might not have the best environment to grow in.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
If only people can stop comparing and start living
I had a friend who loved comparing.
I had, because she is no longer in my friend's list. All the better if she is snooping around here, looking for a better thing to compare with me. I recommend you to read it!
It started off with the LAPTOP. Mum bought me a Dell laptop Inspiron, like, 4 years back. Old story. At that point, ATI 256MB was a wow thing. And my laptop was the first to have the plastic covering, which is conveniently replaced by the sticker that you can print and put on the laptop. It was basically, first generation or the first of its kind. Laptops used to be BLACk or WHITE or SILVER only. Mine was the first with blue color
She bought her XPS. Upset that XPS didn't have the colored cover, she went to the acrylic shop guys to customize a cover for her laptop. Just because she couldn't have any. Not to mention when the sticker thing hit the shores, she was the first to grab. Like as though I want to stick anything on my poor laptop only to peel it off and endure sticky laptop cover till dust totally covered its stickiness... No thanks...
Next came handphone. Just because another friend had N80, she had to show off too.
Note: Her parents paid for her university fees without any loans. She applied for PTPTN and used it to purchase whatever she wanted. Those people who needed PTPTN who did not get, these are the people you should hate.
After awhile, she still kept her grudge. She finally bought a smartphone. A Blackberry, to be precise. I was too sick and tired to bother about her anymore at that point in time. Like, oh come on woman. It's not like your beautiful handphone is going to show that you are better off than us peasants.
Don't you wonder why such people actually existed?
Are they here to just compare with you, make you feel useless, hoping that you will keep up to the trend of having everything new and show no remorse in splashing money on unnecessary evil?
She laughed at our friends who drove kancils or locally made cars. Had her eyes glued on guys with at least a Vios and above. Its okay, it is her choice. But then, she asked her father for a car. Parents are paying for her education fees like coughing out blood already and she demanded for a car. Her dad bought her a 2n hand kancil. Of course, we secretly laughed at her. But she knew it.
When I was down and out in early 2008, I shared with a few friends about the prospect of having a better life in New Zealand. I so wanted to leave the shithole in UCSI at that point, and of course she heard. She went off first. Needless to say, I did not go. Suddenly had a change of heart. Just couldn't leave my parents, can I?
She had to just call and tell me, 'hey... when are you coming to New Zealand?'. Phew, I changed my phone number already...
So i guess, if she finds out I am married, she would want to get married too?
If she realizes that we are relocating to a new home, she'd want that too?
Now, con another man into marrying her? And get a rich guy so she could have a big bungalow as a wedding gift from her in-laws?
No thank you, Jessica. If you are reading this, I am pleased to let you know that I am not interested in what ca you are driving. I am not interested in the La Senza and xixili that you purchase. I am least interested in the type of handphone you use, neither would I care if you have a rich boyfriend who looks like Hugh Jackman.
If other people aren't sick of you comparing, I am. Please live your own life. Or probably you just cannot stop comparing. Maybe you just like to feel superior because you have the best that money can buy. But you never lived. Never. Never lived for your own self. Just wanted to outdo everyone and belittle others. You have done so well to many others, but as much as others want to keep up with you, I want to tell you that I am sick of bothering about your life, your whimsical fancies, your I-am-better-than-you-biatch attitude and all.....
I am happy that you do not have my phone number and I am not willing to invite you to my wedding. Why invite a person who wants to steal the spotlight? Oh yeah, spotlight will make your make up melt, darling. If you want, I'll personally get HELLA lighting for your car on your wedding so you can have all the spotlight in the world.
We don't need another person coming up to us and say, 'Wah... so pretty ah... You must come to my wedding next month at this place. The ballroom upstairs is bigger, food is more grand. We have abalone and shark's fin as well, you know? Very expensive. I didn't invite other cheapskate friends. Just you only leh.'....... Don't think I don't know your way of selling yourself.
If I get a bag from Braun Buffel, she would get a bag from LV because it much more expensive. Why would such people even exist? As if capitalism isn't bad enough. We have mini capitalists around, just hoping to show off to feel better about themselves. Please wake up. It doesn't mean that we are driving a Proton now, we are doomed to only own locally assembled cars. By the way, leads me to the next thing. Did you know that Proton car doors have a more solid sound when it is closed as compared to your tin can car? Thanks for looking down on ours by the way..... Try smashing into a Vios. It is not as hardy as you think it is.... And take a Waja and roll it down a ravine. My husband's car club member survived with just scratches and cuts, even when his car had no air bags......
I had, because she is no longer in my friend's list. All the better if she is snooping around here, looking for a better thing to compare with me. I recommend you to read it!
It started off with the LAPTOP. Mum bought me a Dell laptop Inspiron, like, 4 years back. Old story. At that point, ATI 256MB was a wow thing. And my laptop was the first to have the plastic covering, which is conveniently replaced by the sticker that you can print and put on the laptop. It was basically, first generation or the first of its kind. Laptops used to be BLACk or WHITE or SILVER only. Mine was the first with blue color
She bought her XPS. Upset that XPS didn't have the colored cover, she went to the acrylic shop guys to customize a cover for her laptop. Just because she couldn't have any. Not to mention when the sticker thing hit the shores, she was the first to grab. Like as though I want to stick anything on my poor laptop only to peel it off and endure sticky laptop cover till dust totally covered its stickiness... No thanks...
Next came handphone. Just because another friend had N80, she had to show off too.
Note: Her parents paid for her university fees without any loans. She applied for PTPTN and used it to purchase whatever she wanted. Those people who needed PTPTN who did not get, these are the people you should hate.
After awhile, she still kept her grudge. She finally bought a smartphone. A Blackberry, to be precise. I was too sick and tired to bother about her anymore at that point in time. Like, oh come on woman. It's not like your beautiful handphone is going to show that you are better off than us peasants.
Don't you wonder why such people actually existed?
Are they here to just compare with you, make you feel useless, hoping that you will keep up to the trend of having everything new and show no remorse in splashing money on unnecessary evil?
She laughed at our friends who drove kancils or locally made cars. Had her eyes glued on guys with at least a Vios and above. Its okay, it is her choice. But then, she asked her father for a car. Parents are paying for her education fees like coughing out blood already and she demanded for a car. Her dad bought her a 2n hand kancil. Of course, we secretly laughed at her. But she knew it.
When I was down and out in early 2008, I shared with a few friends about the prospect of having a better life in New Zealand. I so wanted to leave the shithole in UCSI at that point, and of course she heard. She went off first. Needless to say, I did not go. Suddenly had a change of heart. Just couldn't leave my parents, can I?
She had to just call and tell me, 'hey... when are you coming to New Zealand?'. Phew, I changed my phone number already...
So i guess, if she finds out I am married, she would want to get married too?
If she realizes that we are relocating to a new home, she'd want that too?
Now, con another man into marrying her? And get a rich guy so she could have a big bungalow as a wedding gift from her in-laws?
No thank you, Jessica. If you are reading this, I am pleased to let you know that I am not interested in what ca you are driving. I am not interested in the La Senza and xixili that you purchase. I am least interested in the type of handphone you use, neither would I care if you have a rich boyfriend who looks like Hugh Jackman.
If other people aren't sick of you comparing, I am. Please live your own life. Or probably you just cannot stop comparing. Maybe you just like to feel superior because you have the best that money can buy. But you never lived. Never. Never lived for your own self. Just wanted to outdo everyone and belittle others. You have done so well to many others, but as much as others want to keep up with you, I want to tell you that I am sick of bothering about your life, your whimsical fancies, your I-am-better-than-you-biatch attitude and all.....
I am happy that you do not have my phone number and I am not willing to invite you to my wedding. Why invite a person who wants to steal the spotlight? Oh yeah, spotlight will make your make up melt, darling. If you want, I'll personally get HELLA lighting for your car on your wedding so you can have all the spotlight in the world.
We don't need another person coming up to us and say, 'Wah... so pretty ah... You must come to my wedding next month at this place. The ballroom upstairs is bigger, food is more grand. We have abalone and shark's fin as well, you know? Very expensive. I didn't invite other cheapskate friends. Just you only leh.'....... Don't think I don't know your way of selling yourself.
If I get a bag from Braun Buffel, she would get a bag from LV because it much more expensive. Why would such people even exist? As if capitalism isn't bad enough. We have mini capitalists around, just hoping to show off to feel better about themselves. Please wake up. It doesn't mean that we are driving a Proton now, we are doomed to only own locally assembled cars. By the way, leads me to the next thing. Did you know that Proton car doors have a more solid sound when it is closed as compared to your tin can car? Thanks for looking down on ours by the way..... Try smashing into a Vios. It is not as hardy as you think it is.... And take a Waja and roll it down a ravine. My husband's car club member survived with just scratches and cuts, even when his car had no air bags......
There is no such thing as money is enough
Hate this post?
Me too..... But money will never be enough. If it was, Donald Trump will stop doing all he is out to do. Richard Branson will not waste more brain cells. Our big corporate companies will just decide to take it slow for Q4 sales.
Dreaming and hoping for all these to happen?
Fat hope. Human beings are greedy. They are hungry for more. Give a child a sweet when you have 3 different flavours. Chances are, if the child is brave enough to ask you, he/she will ask for all 3 flavours to try.
Want more money?
Everyone wants more. And thanks to that, we are all suffering from inflation. More money, our money is becoming 'bigger' but the value of RM10 totally decreased itself to only mean a meal for two at Old Klang Road, or one person's meal with a simple drink at Mc Donalds (not during lunch hour... hahaa)
Gone were the days where 30sen was all we needed for a plate of mi goreng? Remember those days? A loaf of bread was less than RM1.50. Now, close to RM3. Twice the amount.
Our fathers were paid probably RM1300 when they first started their jobs. We are paid RM2000 at our present times. But prices of our necessity is so much more than the amount we are getting as our monthly income.
Screw the 'I want to travel every year' idea. You are just there to work till the day you die. All the money you have saved over the years for your child, they will spend and splurge as they want. All their tuition fees, ballet class, piano class, art class, more tuition classes, stupid milk with too much DHA to make your child 'smart' and give you high blood pressure..
Sometimes, because of money, some people just stop living. Stop living because they are convinced that for their entire lives, they will never be rich enough to own bungalows and big cars. They just stop dreaming bigger because they feel more hurt inside.
I feel hurt not because my hubby is driving a nice red car. But I feel hurt because he wants to buy a bigger car but he has to pay for the house and he doesn't want me to pay for anything at all. What's the use of me even working and saving up? It's not like I will be doomed to get x amount for 20 years, right? If it was the case, why don't I just quit working?
I hate the prospect of money ruining people's lives.
And I hate it more when people become competitive in a way that they want to compare what they have and what you have.
Get a life.
I love my small red car. I love my 606 sq feet home. At least I know my husband is paying a 5-yr loan for the car and we are not renting an apartment. No point driving a big car when we take 9-yr loan. After all, with terrible road conditions and irresponsible car manufacturers claiming that they produce 'good' tin can cars and selling it at exorbitant prices. nah, 100km is still 100km. Mileage doesn't change just because I drive a BMW. 100km is still the same. I pay more petrol for the same distance. Highway speed limit is still 110kmh in malaysia....
Screw the world...
Me too..... But money will never be enough. If it was, Donald Trump will stop doing all he is out to do. Richard Branson will not waste more brain cells. Our big corporate companies will just decide to take it slow for Q4 sales.
Dreaming and hoping for all these to happen?
Fat hope. Human beings are greedy. They are hungry for more. Give a child a sweet when you have 3 different flavours. Chances are, if the child is brave enough to ask you, he/she will ask for all 3 flavours to try.
Want more money?
Everyone wants more. And thanks to that, we are all suffering from inflation. More money, our money is becoming 'bigger' but the value of RM10 totally decreased itself to only mean a meal for two at Old Klang Road, or one person's meal with a simple drink at Mc Donalds (not during lunch hour... hahaa)
Gone were the days where 30sen was all we needed for a plate of mi goreng? Remember those days? A loaf of bread was less than RM1.50. Now, close to RM3. Twice the amount.
Our fathers were paid probably RM1300 when they first started their jobs. We are paid RM2000 at our present times. But prices of our necessity is so much more than the amount we are getting as our monthly income.
Screw the 'I want to travel every year' idea. You are just there to work till the day you die. All the money you have saved over the years for your child, they will spend and splurge as they want. All their tuition fees, ballet class, piano class, art class, more tuition classes, stupid milk with too much DHA to make your child 'smart' and give you high blood pressure..
Sometimes, because of money, some people just stop living. Stop living because they are convinced that for their entire lives, they will never be rich enough to own bungalows and big cars. They just stop dreaming bigger because they feel more hurt inside.
I feel hurt not because my hubby is driving a nice red car. But I feel hurt because he wants to buy a bigger car but he has to pay for the house and he doesn't want me to pay for anything at all. What's the use of me even working and saving up? It's not like I will be doomed to get x amount for 20 years, right? If it was the case, why don't I just quit working?
I hate the prospect of money ruining people's lives.
And I hate it more when people become competitive in a way that they want to compare what they have and what you have.
Get a life.
I love my small red car. I love my 606 sq feet home. At least I know my husband is paying a 5-yr loan for the car and we are not renting an apartment. No point driving a big car when we take 9-yr loan. After all, with terrible road conditions and irresponsible car manufacturers claiming that they produce 'good' tin can cars and selling it at exorbitant prices. nah, 100km is still 100km. Mileage doesn't change just because I drive a BMW. 100km is still the same. I pay more petrol for the same distance. Highway speed limit is still 110kmh in malaysia....
Screw the world...
Grass is always greener on the other side.....
When you are on one side of the lawn, you will always feel the other side of the lawn is better. Grass there is greener, looks more tame, feels more tame and fresher as compared to the side you're in.
You decided to hop from your lawn into the other lawn. Yay! I have finally managed to cross my ugly patch of yellowish lawn into this awesomely green lawn.
After exploring for awhile, you want OUT...... GOSH! My 'greener pasture' has SNAKES, WASPS, LEECHES etc etc etc........
You jump back into your lawn with one annoying leech falling off after filling its belly with your diabetically-sweet blood.
You look at the wound while sitting on your yellowish grass, laughing about how silly you have been, lusting over the greenery on the other side of the lawn. You grow to appreciate the yellowish grass you have in your lawn.....
I wish I could feel that now. Or, as always. People are always not contented with what they have. If we were, we'd still be cavemen by now. Well, at least we'd still have natural shelter. But no, I prefer my fan and aircon, and my little lembu kids. Moo.....
When we were dating, I always wished we were married. And when we got married, it was like the best thing that ever happened in our lives. And of course, with a happy occasion like us registering ourselves as lawfully wedded couple, we had our fair share of 'friends' who of course, were green with envy. Envying isn't that bad, but trying to compare yourself with others all the time, feeling shitty about your life and writing things to bring another person down just because they are younger than you and they got married first is just not the way it should be.
Probably these people should see marriage as a blissful thing, at the same time, a huge compromise.
Not only for Matt who had to adjust from living in a 606sq feet apartment comfortably to living in hostility with his wife's mountain of goodies at home. Oh man, my husband suffers because he loves me. I just have too much craft items at home. But of course, taking concerted effort to donate/give it all away. You know how hard it is to do such things, right?
He had his fair share, I have mine too. Mine is not really about adjusting to the space constraint. He bought us a bigger space! yay! Nearer to the office. My office, that is. Thank God for an awesome husband.....
But of course, being 23 years old, I want to be able to travel around the world. I have friends traveling around, taking pictures of the Rocky Mountain, probably going to the Alps soon. Sending postcards to her family members whenever she sets foot in a new place.
I want to be able to take on a high-flying corporate job that requires be to slog from 8am till midnight and pay me bazookas to blow Malaysia up into pieces. Just kidding. But yes, fat paychecks. A lecturer introduced me to a very good job in the heart of KL. But of course, being together means having to compromise.
I hate it when people used to ask my hubby (2 years back) what I was doing. Like, hello? I was 21 and I have to of course, study hard for my paper qualification, right? Not to mention, I don't quite study hard because there's just that much literature we have. Others involved brain cells and more video shooting. My life was just as sucky as other teenage kid's life. Poor hubby had to answer, 'oh, she's in the final year now. Graduating next year' or somewhat like that. And those judgmental aunty/uncle will go, 'oh... i see....' and turn away, probably feeling embarrassed that they asked the question or because they feel that my hubby was a 'cradle-snatcher'. Gosh, sometimes I wish I could just cut off the tongues of these people and toast it, serve it to them between 2 slices of oatmeal bread :) healthy! Eat ya own tongue, mofo....
But then again, being married and all, they expect you to be more 'mature'. Since when maturity came with marriage? If it was so, I would have sold my little cousins to be married so they won't pour pee into the water container and serve it to guests. They will grow out of their childish acts and act as a man/woman. Wow... The power of marriage! ptui... Like it's really going to happen.
But this is what I really want to say,
Grass may look greener on the other side, because that is the 20% you want to have in life.
Grass may be yellow and pale on your side, but it has 80% of the things you need in life.
Don't go on envying your neighbour's 20% green grass on the other side of the world. He has to deal with snakes, leeches and gnashing + teeth grinding creatures in his beautiful lawn. He may look proud of his green lawn, but we don't know what secrets they are hiding. Attempting to jump into their side of the green lawn may result in .................................. (fill the blanks with your own answers).
Don't dump the 80% of what you have for the 20%.
I have my 80% already, even though it is in bits and pieces, but at least it is still worth my time....
You decided to hop from your lawn into the other lawn. Yay! I have finally managed to cross my ugly patch of yellowish lawn into this awesomely green lawn.
After exploring for awhile, you want OUT...... GOSH! My 'greener pasture' has SNAKES, WASPS, LEECHES etc etc etc........
You jump back into your lawn with one annoying leech falling off after filling its belly with your diabetically-sweet blood.
You look at the wound while sitting on your yellowish grass, laughing about how silly you have been, lusting over the greenery on the other side of the lawn. You grow to appreciate the yellowish grass you have in your lawn.....
I wish I could feel that now. Or, as always. People are always not contented with what they have. If we were, we'd still be cavemen by now. Well, at least we'd still have natural shelter. But no, I prefer my fan and aircon, and my little lembu kids. Moo.....
When we were dating, I always wished we were married. And when we got married, it was like the best thing that ever happened in our lives. And of course, with a happy occasion like us registering ourselves as lawfully wedded couple, we had our fair share of 'friends' who of course, were green with envy. Envying isn't that bad, but trying to compare yourself with others all the time, feeling shitty about your life and writing things to bring another person down just because they are younger than you and they got married first is just not the way it should be.
Probably these people should see marriage as a blissful thing, at the same time, a huge compromise.
Not only for Matt who had to adjust from living in a 606sq feet apartment comfortably to living in hostility with his wife's mountain of goodies at home. Oh man, my husband suffers because he loves me. I just have too much craft items at home. But of course, taking concerted effort to donate/give it all away. You know how hard it is to do such things, right?
He had his fair share, I have mine too. Mine is not really about adjusting to the space constraint. He bought us a bigger space! yay! Nearer to the office. My office, that is. Thank God for an awesome husband.....
But of course, being 23 years old, I want to be able to travel around the world. I have friends traveling around, taking pictures of the Rocky Mountain, probably going to the Alps soon. Sending postcards to her family members whenever she sets foot in a new place.
I want to be able to take on a high-flying corporate job that requires be to slog from 8am till midnight and pay me bazookas to blow Malaysia up into pieces. Just kidding. But yes, fat paychecks. A lecturer introduced me to a very good job in the heart of KL. But of course, being together means having to compromise.
I hate it when people used to ask my hubby (2 years back) what I was doing. Like, hello? I was 21 and I have to of course, study hard for my paper qualification, right? Not to mention, I don't quite study hard because there's just that much literature we have. Others involved brain cells and more video shooting. My life was just as sucky as other teenage kid's life. Poor hubby had to answer, 'oh, she's in the final year now. Graduating next year' or somewhat like that. And those judgmental aunty/uncle will go, 'oh... i see....' and turn away, probably feeling embarrassed that they asked the question or because they feel that my hubby was a 'cradle-snatcher'. Gosh, sometimes I wish I could just cut off the tongues of these people and toast it, serve it to them between 2 slices of oatmeal bread :) healthy! Eat ya own tongue, mofo....
But then again, being married and all, they expect you to be more 'mature'. Since when maturity came with marriage? If it was so, I would have sold my little cousins to be married so they won't pour pee into the water container and serve it to guests. They will grow out of their childish acts and act as a man/woman. Wow... The power of marriage! ptui... Like it's really going to happen.
But this is what I really want to say,
Grass may look greener on the other side, because that is the 20% you want to have in life.
Grass may be yellow and pale on your side, but it has 80% of the things you need in life.
Don't go on envying your neighbour's 20% green grass on the other side of the world. He has to deal with snakes, leeches and gnashing + teeth grinding creatures in his beautiful lawn. He may look proud of his green lawn, but we don't know what secrets they are hiding. Attempting to jump into their side of the green lawn may result in .................................. (fill the blanks with your own answers).
Don't dump the 80% of what you have for the 20%.
I have my 80% already, even though it is in bits and pieces, but at least it is still worth my time....
Thursday, November 11, 2010
WORLD's vs. Worst
OMG...
Can I actually quote this?
I know I shouldn't but then..... Okay, will not write it all out. But this is a small fragment of the story....
CHINESE people in general who are chinese educated (not all) have a tendency to not be able to pronounce English words properly.
[is it me, or it is my mistake that i am generalizing... my bad, but this is so my opinion]
I was so shocked that they can even mix up the simplest words ever......
We had a product that required them to say "World's........." [basically to say that the product is the best in the world].... And I had a few people who came up and said "Worst ..........."!!!
Can you imagine having a staff in your company [imagine you own one] saying your world's best product is the 'worst product' ever to be launched in the market?
Gosh.... Polish up on your English, darlings! I promise I will polish up on my Mandarin too! I already can read more than 600 chinese characters already...... hahaha....
Can I actually quote this?
I know I shouldn't but then..... Okay, will not write it all out. But this is a small fragment of the story....
CHINESE people in general who are chinese educated (not all) have a tendency to not be able to pronounce English words properly.
[is it me, or it is my mistake that i am generalizing... my bad, but this is so my opinion]
I was so shocked that they can even mix up the simplest words ever......
We had a product that required them to say "World's........." [basically to say that the product is the best in the world].... And I had a few people who came up and said "Worst ..........."!!!
Can you imagine having a staff in your company [imagine you own one] saying your world's best product is the 'worst product' ever to be launched in the market?
Gosh.... Polish up on your English, darlings! I promise I will polish up on my Mandarin too! I already can read more than 600 chinese characters already...... hahaha....
Patience
Patience is a virtue.
And we human beings will never be perfect.
I realized today that my patience will wear off at silly things and at the wrong moments in my life. Being on track to doing my job better and better each day, I feel that I am getting more frustrated instead. Rather than learning the ropes quickly, I became more demanding. I had higher expectations of myself (which is good) but at the same time, involuntarily had higher expectations for the others as well.
Ever since young, I have never been a very patient person, with people of course. Foul tempered, blabber mouth, whatever it is, I used to be that.
I lose my temper as easily as the number of times you say 'and' in your sentences.
But being 23, I have mellowed down a lot. After getting married, maybe. Occasionally get stressed up by my uber-smart-yet-silly husband who does amazing things but yet can mix colored clothings with white clothings in one bucket to be soaked. I can feel my blood pressure rising at the thought of that.
But heck, life as a married couple is filled with ups and downs.
But PATIENCE. This one thing, I find it really hard to be patient.
I didn't know I had that look on my face (read: omfg.... i tell you so many times, you still don't know?!)
I didn't pro-actively say it out. But I guess, the girl was that good in reading expressions. She wasn't mentally fast / agile as me. But another thing she had (God's fair, oh man....) was the gift of telling what you really think/feel.
I felt really bad after that. Even though I did not raise my voice but I was indeed choking with impatience already, I had to remain calm and explain 20 times more.
After telling her for so many times about something and she didn't remember (its like, not remembering that you are a girl and you're 23 years old this year) I guess my patience really wore off although I tried to hide it. Then she suddenly looked at me and apologized. Said things that really pricked my heart....
Pricked not because I treated her badly. But pricked because I knew that she knew I was losing patience. And she apologized.
She even told me that I was a good trainer but she just cannot remember everything. And from the look in her eyes, I can see frustration with herself too. And never in my life I felt so wrecked with guilt.
I accept the fact that people are born differently. If you are average, there are 50% people better than you and the other 50% is below. You win some, you lose some. Life's unfairly fair, so let's suck it up and deal with it.
But naaaah... I find myself going back to square one again. Fighting with myself. I catch things very very very fast. All I need is just someone to tell me something, I can remember it. (minus groceries or your name, I suck at remembering those). I never liked coaching people who just don't get it. Even in school, i get annoyed by students in class who would always ask stupid questions that a 5 year old might be able to answer, let alone be bogged down by just one person who needed so much attention just to learn something. I never understood why people never knew how to read maps. I get annoyed if people lose their way to my home. I get pissed if I have to teach my student 1001 times on how to make a beautiful round ball and only to find them making wrinkled up ovals or shit-like shapes when I get back. How funny life is, to make me learn patience through very drastic ways.
Then I realized something.
We all have our own flaws.
I am messy. I hate getting myself organized, as I hate re-tidying my things up after people especially myself.
And the girl, she's neat and very meticulous.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Rich or poor?
Just think about it as a way to describe something.
For example... Full or Empty.
The word 'full' is always understood as 'reaching the brim' or 'towards the maximum mark' or even the feeling of having a lot of food in your tummy.
Empty always describes that something that has nothing that it was supposed to contain. A coin box, an empty heart without love and affection, or even the empty room with nothing besides the 4 walls.
The word RICH and POOR too, have the luxury of being interpreted in this manner.
But no... The world chooses to think that 'RICH' means people with a lot of money to spend. "POOR" would almost automatically qualify those with meager paychecks and those from rural areas as such...
But what we do not see is the fact that RICH can be used to describe the fullness (abundance) of that particular something in a given space. For example, the rich creamy taste of Coffeemate. And richness of someone can also cover aspects like their kindness, gentleness, goodness (etc....)
whereas.... POOR may also be used for people who are lacking of time (e.g. time poor people living in metropolitan cities like Kuala Lumpur where their lives are surrounded by the endless traffic jams even during the weekends) or basically to express how little a person have (e.g. poor in spirit, poor in hope, poor in studies, poor in being able to comprehend what I am saying right now )
But the general people will still refer Rich/Poor to the monetary aspect, nothing else ... Not because they voluntary wanted to... Rather, we've been ingrained to think that way.
Fight that thought..... :)
For example... Full or Empty.
The word 'full' is always understood as 'reaching the brim' or 'towards the maximum mark' or even the feeling of having a lot of food in your tummy.
Empty always describes that something that has nothing that it was supposed to contain. A coin box, an empty heart without love and affection, or even the empty room with nothing besides the 4 walls.
The word RICH and POOR too, have the luxury of being interpreted in this manner.
But no... The world chooses to think that 'RICH' means people with a lot of money to spend. "POOR" would almost automatically qualify those with meager paychecks and those from rural areas as such...
But what we do not see is the fact that RICH can be used to describe the fullness (abundance) of that particular something in a given space. For example, the rich creamy taste of Coffeemate. And richness of someone can also cover aspects like their kindness, gentleness, goodness (etc....)
whereas.... POOR may also be used for people who are lacking of time (e.g. time poor people living in metropolitan cities like Kuala Lumpur where their lives are surrounded by the endless traffic jams even during the weekends) or basically to express how little a person have (e.g. poor in spirit, poor in hope, poor in studies, poor in being able to comprehend what I am saying right now )
But the general people will still refer Rich/Poor to the monetary aspect, nothing else ... Not because they voluntary wanted to... Rather, we've been ingrained to think that way.
Fight that thought..... :)
One thing you can ask for
If there is ONE thing you can ask for... What will you want?
I used to wish for double eye lids because I truly understand the bane of being single eye-lidded, fat/chubby and ugly.
I wished to be slim and pretty like a model...
I badly wanted to have beautiful and glamorous curly hair that you see in the movies....
I wanted sooo badly to be a singer even though I croak sometimes
I wanted to be really talented in music but quickly threw the idea out when I saw how people trained in order to be the best :( (yucks.. i hate practicing)
There are just tooooo much I want in life that deviated me from what I truly want in my life.....
It would sound darn mushy (not to mention, yucks!) if I were to openly declare "SCH! It's you I ever wanted in my life" although definitely it would have been that.... but...
I want to be able to look at everything I have and at every night, before I go to bed, I say a silent prayer to thank the omnipresent being for not deciding to pull the plug on me and allowing me to have what I have now.
I may not be able to walk into the LV store and get myself that ugly looking LV-macam-pasar-malam bag. I may not be able to afford that document bag from Braun Buffel (RM999) and I am stinging on my money when it comes to replacing my old & always-hang-gila-mau-mampoi phone......
But with all those I forfeited, I guess I need to look back and think of all the things I have in my life that makes me live comfortably. Living rent-free, petrol-charges-free and free breakfast & dinner. It is an amazing life.
One friend told me before that she heard a boy from a rural area (during a camp) say, his greatest wish is to be able to step into KFC and have a meal there.
We laugh at it because it really sounds silly. But to them, the financially-poor children in rural area, it is not funny. It depicts their social status and what they have been deprieved of just because they were born into their family.
But at the same time, with 10 siblings, of course the fun they have in the streams and rivers in a kampung is so much better as compared to the boringness a child from KL who has alot of toys and no siblings would ever have.
It is always a matter of perspective :)
I used to wish for double eye lids because I truly understand the bane of being single eye-lidded, fat/chubby and ugly.
I wished to be slim and pretty like a model...
I badly wanted to have beautiful and glamorous curly hair that you see in the movies....
I wanted sooo badly to be a singer even though I croak sometimes
I wanted to be really talented in music but quickly threw the idea out when I saw how people trained in order to be the best :( (yucks.. i hate practicing)
There are just tooooo much I want in life that deviated me from what I truly want in my life.....
It would sound darn mushy (not to mention, yucks!) if I were to openly declare "SCH! It's you I ever wanted in my life" although definitely it would have been that.... but...
I want to be able to look at everything I have and at every night, before I go to bed, I say a silent prayer to thank the omnipresent being for not deciding to pull the plug on me and allowing me to have what I have now.
I may not be able to walk into the LV store and get myself that ugly looking LV-macam-pasar-malam bag. I may not be able to afford that document bag from Braun Buffel (RM999) and I am stinging on my money when it comes to replacing my old & always-hang-gila-mau-mampoi phone......
But with all those I forfeited, I guess I need to look back and think of all the things I have in my life that makes me live comfortably. Living rent-free, petrol-charges-free and free breakfast & dinner. It is an amazing life.
One friend told me before that she heard a boy from a rural area (during a camp) say, his greatest wish is to be able to step into KFC and have a meal there.
We laugh at it because it really sounds silly. But to them, the financially-poor children in rural area, it is not funny. It depicts their social status and what they have been deprieved of just because they were born into their family.
But at the same time, with 10 siblings, of course the fun they have in the streams and rivers in a kampung is so much better as compared to the boringness a child from KL who has alot of toys and no siblings would ever have.
It is always a matter of perspective :)
As I thought to myself...
Everything that happens..... It all happens for a reason :)
I do not know much about the wheel of life. I don't know if God really exists. I never met Alexander the Great, neither do I know Tunku Abdul Rahman in person....
But if there is one thing I know, I am having a relatively good life.
Life's enough to drive people bonkers. And everyone is always seeking for that 20% that is missing in their lives and they forget about the 80% that they already have.
If everyone digs deeper into the 80% they have and give/share it with the people around, they might be able to share the 20% others are seeking for an in return, gain that 20% from those whom they share..
But of course... If life was supposed to be this way, we would not have needed policemen to roam around the streets neither would we lock our doors with 10 different latches and padlocks. Probably Yale would not have even existed if it really happened.
And so...
Conclusion is...
Everything happens for a reason. Even the existence of companies manufacturing security locks!
I do not know much about the wheel of life. I don't know if God really exists. I never met Alexander the Great, neither do I know Tunku Abdul Rahman in person....
But if there is one thing I know, I am having a relatively good life.
Life's enough to drive people bonkers. And everyone is always seeking for that 20% that is missing in their lives and they forget about the 80% that they already have.
If everyone digs deeper into the 80% they have and give/share it with the people around, they might be able to share the 20% others are seeking for an in return, gain that 20% from those whom they share..
But of course... If life was supposed to be this way, we would not have needed policemen to roam around the streets neither would we lock our doors with 10 different latches and padlocks. Probably Yale would not have even existed if it really happened.
And so...
Conclusion is...
Everything happens for a reason. Even the existence of companies manufacturing security locks!
Today...
Today.....
I've learnt such great lesson......
Something that will stay with me for eternity...
- Michelle @ Cosmic Bowl Midvalley [2nd November 2010]
I've learnt such great lesson......
Something that will stay with me for eternity...
Never underestimate the ability of the elder people.
They do not perform at an optimal level not because they are unable to.....
Rather.... It is because they never pushed themselves harder because they know what to prioritize...
But if they do....
They win because they are physically stronger...
But it is because they are mentally wiser....
- Michelle @ Cosmic Bowl Midvalley [2nd November 2010]
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