The Depth

Saw something that caught my eyes yesterday for a minute, then another one.
A bus especially for females, Rapid KL U82. 
The tagline is something like "More comfortable & cleaner. 
Well, as a female, I should be proud that we are being paid attention on, but I wonder which group actually asked for this until this could be made possible for implementation. 


I personally think it's a worthless execution, not only wasting money & time, I don't see the point of having this extra bus service. What I'm saying is all this effort should be used for something more worthy, instead of turning females of this country into sexists & making guys think that we are so damn narrow-minded. I'm not eliminating the possibilities that there would be molesting, staring, pickpocketing, sweat smell, & blablabla. 


Being able to stand up for women's rights is one thing, being feminist is another kay. Why don't spend the money on education or improve on the bus schedule? Or hire more cleaners to clean up the roads & drains? Or buy more recycle bins? Well, I seriously don't know how causes are being prioritised in this country.


Yea, if you're some princess, don't take bus. Take taxi, please. Taxis are smelly too. Hire a personal driver & rent a car then. Yea, some say there's definitely a reason for this. Uhuh, because the election is coming soon.


I have no say for how they allocate the source. I'm just voicing out my thoughts. I'm not talking about which ministry is responsible for any actions carried out. I'm just telling in general about how things are being allocated & how I think it's not practical. Don't come & tell me as if you're so professional & trying to sound sophisticated. It's all because you don't get what I meant. Not because you think I don't get what you say.


I'm a female doesn't mean I have to side females. I'm a Chinese doesn't mean I'll side Chinese. Call me racist, call me stereotype, I don't care. You don't have to read this if you don't like. I don't need your opinions. I don't need you to object & comment & be angry about what I reply. So what if I'm judgemental? Can you be more open-minded & just accept my opinion as it is? No one asked you to influence me & try to change how I think. Improve your EQ please. I'm not saying it's totally a bad idea, I just think the cons are bigger than the pros. Time will tell. Yea, call me extremist.


What....ever.....

Some people, their minds just can't get narrower, & they think they are so opinionated. 

What I think doesn't represent everyone else's thought. Get it? 

You don't have to get so worked up. It's okay if you don't accept, but do accept people for who they are. Instead of getting so angry & torturing yourself. 

Get out of your comfort zone please & open your eyes. 

You're not always right & I didn't say I must be right. 

I don't mind if you don't accept, but I do when you're making a big fuss out of it. 

For me, you're immature & simple-minded. & so full of yourself. Remember, you started this. & lastly, I despise your shallowness & am laughing at it. Please grow up. For our age, I'm way ahead of you.

JUST ACCEPT PEOPLE FOR WHO THEY ARE. DON'T OVERREACT, PLEASE.

IT'S NOT HEALTHY & RATIONAL.

The Painted Cat

Dad came home one night & woke us from our sleep. We rushed out of the house. Then, we took out a match & burnt down the house. The whole family stood staring as the flames brought down the house to ashes..

Since then, we have been moving from place to place without a house to stay in. This situation is better, said Dad. We don't have to crack our heads to think about what colour to paint the walls, what brand of paint to use, hire someone to paint or paint it ourselves, how many cans of paint would be needed, & so forth.

That is only about the paint. Dad listed tens, hundreds & thousands, of the problems that we would be able to avoid all together by not owning a house.

"But, Dad, " said one of us while we were seated inside a peanut shell. "Which address should we use for official purposes? What about school registration; which address to use? What if someone wants to send us a letter; a fan perhaps?"

We don't know why we named him Cat. Perhaps since - to the best of our knowledge - there has never been a cat called "Kucing". We spontaneously named him Cat.

Cat is bright. Not very long ago, a government department advertised an opening for the Head of Department. Word was that all the previous heads were too old & retired merely a week after being promoted to the post. So, the Government decided to hire a younger Head of Department who would last longer.

Cat applied for the job. He was called for an interview. The interviewer had no reason to deny Cat's right to apply for the advertised position. Cat seemed to fulfil each & every requirement & qualification to be the head of a government department. Indeed that was the reason why, said Cat, the Public Services Commission called him for an interview.

"We are looking for a candidate who is fluent in more than two foreign languages," said the interviewer while using a pen to circle the requirement which was indeed clearly stated in the newspaper advertisement.

Cat began to deliver a speech in Italian, German, French, Japanese & Hindi. Cat spoke about the Kinder, Kuche, Kirche - "children, kitchen, church" - concept which was implemented when Adolf Hilter ruled Germany.

Strange enough, the interview result - which was received three months later - said Cat was unsuccessful. It seems that when Cat spoke Italian, German, French, Japanese & Hindi, it sounded the same: Miew-miew-miew.

What a stupid interviewer! Doesn't he know that cats in Italy say miew-miew-miew, cats in Germany say miew-miew, cats in France say miew-miew-miew, cats in Japan say miew-miew-miew, cats in India say miew-miew-miew?

One day, we caught Cat & dumped him inside a glass container. Then, we bought a can of paint. We were not sure of the colour. We don't even recall the brand. But word was that the paint which we bought had a five-year guarantee. If used after a general election, the paint is assured to last until the next general election, five years later.

We poured the paint into the glass container containing Cat.

We let Cat soak in the paint for a few hours. Later we took him out. Of course Cat had changed colour according to the colour of the paint.

Cat told us that he was actually dead. But he was still alive, he said, because cats have nine lives.

"Miew-miew-miew," said Cat. Meaning: Take me to the government department which rejected my application to become the Head of Department.

"What for?" asked someone among us.

"Miew-miew-miew," said Cat. Meaning: Do not ask!

Cat demanded a second interview. Throughout the interview, Cat said absolutely nothing. Not even miew-miew-miew. Ten questions asked, zero answered. Hundred questions asked, none answered.

"Great! This is the sort of Head of Department we want. Mister Cat, you still have eight lives, right? So, the Government hereby appoints you, Mister Cat, as the Head of Department until you, Mister Cat, die for the eighth time," the interviewer decided.

Cat is bright. Cat made it possible for us to buy a residence by means of his salary as the head of a government department.

Cat is often referred to as the candidate with the most potential to become a prominent national leader. But the fact still remains that Cat is a cat which was once dumped into a glass container & soaked in paint - God knows what colour! - that is guaranteed to last five years only.

Dad came home one night & woke us from our sleep. We rushed out of the house. Then, we struck a match & burnt down the house. The whole family stood staring as the flames brought down Cat to ashes.


Fiction by Uthaya Sankar SB
- Translated from the Bahasa Malaysia short story, "Cat", first published in Mingguan Malaysia, 21 December 1997, by the author.
Taken from Selangor Times.

The Pathetic

Now, even though I have to work on Thaipusam, that wouldn't be the pathetic part.

Most probably I get to leave work earlier because I'm only attending training. And then, I get to claim an extra day in my annual leave! Okay, enough about me.

Took the bus to work today. Was rushing to catch the bus. The unpredictable bus schedule.

Though was walking with a fast pace, you'd manage to catch a few pictures. Like those healthy taking the elevator especially made for the disabled. It's made specifically clear. So what if there are no disabled people around? It's designed just for them. All the buttons are in braille! & you'll see the priority zone in buses are all taken by young fit people. Well, the sadder thing is those who are being categorised don't even know their rights.

Whose responsibility is it to create awareness? Who will be in charge to implement & change these people's attitude?

Bought a mug for Stephanie as a gift, also a token of gratitude. I feel guilty everytime seeing her using polystyrene cup every single to drink her coffee. Kill 3 birds with 1 stone. :) Many birds, in fact.

A previous poll in The Star showed statistics about how much M'sians are willing to pay for every extra plastic bag they consume. I voted for 30 cents to 1 Ringgit. Of course, predictably, more than half voted for FOC. & some preferred sticking with 20 cents. Another sad case. I'm not saying I wouldn't use plastic bag at all, because I know it's unavoidable. Hey, there are food which only come in plastic packaging! But within your capability, you know you can minimise the usage of it.

I don't know about you. I'm very concerned of the world's end. Not from the religious point of view, but human. Doesn't matter which religion you believe in. Unless you are some pathetic guys who just don't fucking care.But besides them, who can bear to see the sufferings before the light at the end of the tunnel finally shimmers before your sight? The flood in parts of Aussie which is stated as being the worst in one or two centuries. The massive change of climate all over the world. The diseases, the mind corruption of human beings. 

And one day, Malaysia would snow? That would be a remarkable moment. Well, at least you get to see some historical scenes before you leave. Who knows? Maybe it's just another humongous climate change & then the fittest will survive. Like how it wiped out dinosaurs & cockroaches got to live. Then, I would really like it wipes out cockroaches this time. Any other votes? Ahh, rats would be another choice.

A Day to Remember Always

Nah, I kind of set a rule to myself that I will not talk about relationship & love in my blog.

At least, minimising it to the max.

Well, I will discuss it in general. What I mean is my own love life.

So, I've given you a huge honour kay!

So, let's start with four years ago....

Nah! Crazy, it's a hell long time!

I'll just say four years ago, this day, I said yes to this person to be my guy.

We both took the day off to celebrate.

He took me to somewhere that I still don't know the area.

Where we could see the night view of KL.

Fetched me from work, drove me all the way from PJ to KL, then to don't know where.

& he acted like he took the wrong road & we were lost.

Then he drove into a dark road. Going up the hill & there wasn't even a street light at all.

When we reached, I told I needed to go to the washroom.

& he said we had to take a U turn to go down the hill.

He took the parking ticket & said to go out from the other side.

While inside, he saw a washroom & so he parked the car & asked me to go.

When I came out, he said, "Since we're here, let's go up & see what's up there."

Before the staircase, I told him, "You know, if I'm smart, I would think that you planned all these."

He ignored me & we started the long walk.

Actually not that long, just about 70 steps & we're there.

When we sat down & the menu were put on our table, he passed one to me first, then himself. I looked at him & just smiled. Then he said, "What? I can be romantic also okay!"

We had a big fight the night before.

We rarely fight these days, but when we do, I can't imagine what you're going to break next time. :p

Back to the dinner.

And so, I told him that he will only be extra sweet & romantic on three days every year.

Which are the anniversary, Valentine's & my birthday.

For that, I am grateful enough. Rarity is preciousness kay.

But he's good enough on normal days.

The only concern I have that we would run out of ideas of celebrating our anniversaries.

Of course, as every old couple would say, I believe, after a certain amount of years,you'll be grateful enough & all these won't matter so much anymore as long as you know you're always with each other.

Then, we went back & you found The Tourist DVD & you wanted to watch it.

And so after showering, we lied on the couch & the 1st 10 minutes, I fell asleep in your arm. & this morning, you were showing off your present to your mum. I'm glad you like it. If not, I swear I'll break you into halves! Haha~

And then, I spent the whole day in your living room sneezing & watching TV with you. & the first time you saw me driving without making so much noise. :p

Today was just simple & I feel happy enough.

Your mum seemed worried that I don't want to step into marriage life with you. 

I know we'll turn out just fine.

Happy 4th anniversary, honey!

11.01.2011

A Late Wish

It's the 3rd, kind of late, I know.
Well, I've been too laid back spending time at home.
Didn't even bother going online.
When I came back & finally browsed through everyone's blog about a new year, I got a bit excited.
I didn't really bother about starting a new year.
Starting to feel that new year is really nothing.
Maybe I didn't spend it with the right crowd.
Or I think I might have been too hard on myself on new year eve as I spent the countdown discussing a very big possible crisis in my church with Nian.
No new year resolution or whatever. Nothing I care too much this year except I wish I could be with my family all the time.
With the 4th anniversary coming up in about a week's time, I should really pressure myself to think of something sweet to do. Arrrghhh, the numbness.


Like Kung said, last year was a hell of a roller coaster.
& I feel it's way too far back from the present.
Like it has been ages yet it was last August that I just had my convocation.
The Viva that scared the hell out of me which made me think I wouldn't pass my thesis.
The last semester, the finals, & the jobs.
The patch up, the interviews & all the learnings about new stuffs in order to survive in the city. The series, the sitcoms, the crazy nights, it all feels so far away.
& now thinking back, it's all feeling so meaningless. I think this is what you called WASTED.
What's youth without all these trash, right?


Jane, I love your new year spirit & Kung, how I envy about you having new year resolutions!
Luckily, being easily inspired, I would like to propose my own resolutions.
1. Going somewhere overseas for a vacation with the boyfriend or family or altogether which is not very possible.
2. Have found a job that I truly love with good pay.
3. Spend a more meaningful year. (Don't ask me to define)
4. Be more like myself.


So, what the heck, everyone? It's New Year!!
Love yourself even more this year & love others like how you love yourself.
I know it's not possible but try harder!
Give seats to the elders, don't spit on the road & don't sit on seats for disabled & pregnant women!
Donate your clothes, smile more, do more charity & use less plastic bags!
Love life, everyone.