Love is blind, stupid and dumb

I guess the title says it all. Do you agree with that statement?

I met an ex-schoolmate while strolling at a nearby hypermart after a heavy meal just now. I got to know her in Form 6. Although we were not in the same class, I could still remember her. Somehow, it was merely a "Hi and bye" situation. She was there with her boyfriend. Guess what? Her man (boy) was the guy who worked in the gent's department when I worked part-time at that place after SPM. I know there's nothing wrong with the guy but mind you, he's three years her junior!

Well, age is not really the main issue here. But come to think of it again, the title of this article does make sense. Seriously, many male friends have been asking me a question for the past few years. They've been asking me this question, over and over again. "What do girls really want in a man?"

So, according to what we (girls) really want in a man, I don't think my ex-schoolmate would choose that guy (or boy). Based on common sense, would you really choose someone like him?? It's not a matter of being materialistic, but most women call it security. Put the wealth or money issue aside first. We are talking about security, as in a man who has a steady job, or better still a promising career.

So, does my title make any sense to you now?? That ex-schoolmate of mine is a university student who has a bright future, but her boyfriend is a school dropout.... Please don't get me wrong. It's not that I despise school dropouts but is there any possibility between the two of them??? Oh come on, be realistic ok! Isn't that kind of relationship a waste of time??? OMG!! Love is really blind, stupid and dumb!

Whatever it is...I'm not jealous ok. Why should I be??? He's just a boy. Okie, I admit it!!! I'm just a bloody choosy bitch who happens to be so busybody! Haha...

Is Malaysia really like this???

This is so unbelievable. Shocking. Sad. I'm so confused. Is our beloved country really like this?? I've heard of many other true stories but I read this one with great empathy and sympathies. I'm speechless. I don't know how to describe. I don't know what else to say. I'm really sorry to hear what the author of the blog went through.

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Being busybody...

I know it's none of my bloody business but I can't help it. I feel the need to comment regarding an article by this fella. What he mentioned in his blog has caused much disputation.

According to his background, he's supposed to be a Muslim, but this fella openly told everyone in his blog that his parents are Christians. Well, I don't really need to care about his background actually. I just find him a dangerous person. Serious. Someone like him could easily stir up arguments on the sensitive racial issues.

Even though he wasn't going against Christianity, I still find him a disgrace to the faith, and also everyone else. Jesus has never taught us to hate or criticize others. No God has ever done that. Not even in Islam, Buddhism or Hinduism. So, what the hell is wrong with this fella???

I think he really needs to learn how to RESPECT people of different beliefs. It was rather shocking to read his thoughts in his blog. This fella loves to write about sensitive issues. I wonder what's the govt doing. The govt has been promoting racial harmony, this and that but nothing has been done towards these kinda people. I think something should be done to anyone who shows no respect to others and their beliefs.


*What I wrote was just my personal views and perception. It was not meant to offend anyone or any religion.

Open your eyes bigger please!

I was in the lift of my apartment block when an innocent looking retarded boy got in. He was wearing a bright orange coloured T-shirt which bore the monogram: Eden Handicapped Centre (Recycling Team). So, I got the idea that this fella was here to collect old newspapers, as usual.

He got into the lift with a big trolley. As I was standing next to the level indicator or 'lift buttons', whatever you called it, he politely asked me to press number five which means 5th floor.

"AUNTIE, please press number five for me....Auntie??? Auntie?? Thank you!"

Initially, I was really reluctant to help him. If I were to help him, it simply means that I admit I'm an auntie! Bloody hell...I got no choice at all. There were no one else in the lift besides that innocent 'boy' (He doesn't look like a boy to me! He's very tall!!), an old uncle and I. I wanted to act stupid, or pretend to be deaf, BUT how could I do this to a retarded boy???? He kept calling me until I responded! Damn!!

When I helped him to press number five, the old uncle was heard giggling away. Damn pai seh nia! I wanted so much to ask that boy, "Do I really look like an auntie???" I just went downstairs to throw rubbish ok! I need not don my high heels or put on make up or whatsoever!

Does wearing spectacles with a tied-up unmanageable look of frizzy hair tell you that a person is an auntie??? *Sheesh* (Knocks head against the wall)

The Farting Notebooks

Recently, I went to the library with three other course mates, SY, Wendy and Miss Hippopotamus (I'll tell you why I gave her this nick name the next time ok). We brought along our notebooks to register online subjects for the next semester. SY and Miss Hippo were ex-schoolmates and have always hated each other, but they continued to pretend and hide the hatred. Both come from families of different status, one from a wealthy class and the other from the not-so-rich class. So, Miss Hippo who have always despised people tried to 'attack' SY again the other day.

While in the library,...


Miss Hippo: SY, I really can't help it and must ask you this. Why is it that your Acer is so noisy?? My Dell is not noisy also.
SY: Different brand and model la.
Miss Hippo: I mean how come yours is so noisy?? Your laptop has problems is it?? Tiramisu's and Wendy's not that noisy also. I think the fan (inside notebook) is spoilt.
Me: It's just the release of heat from our notebooks.
Wendy: Ya lar. What's the problem about that noise??
Miss Hippo: I know that annoying noise comes from the fan but don't you all realize it?? Hers is like super noisy!
SY: Everybody's laptop is different ok! Don't need to compare...
Miss Hippo: I'm not comparing but...
Me: Ahh, just cut the crap ok! We (Wendy, SY and I) are using Acer, but you are using Dell. For Acer notebooks, the heat or 'hot air' is released from the side. As for yours, it's from the bottom part, or under the keyboard.
Miss Hippo: ...But, but why is it that hers is so noisy?? Really beh tahan la...

SY looked very pissed off with Miss Hippo and ignored her.

Me: Oh well, you just need to understand something. The heat or 'hot air' released from our notebooks is just a simple concept of air-releasing, the same as in farting.
Wendy: What has farting got to do with laptops???
Me: Do you know the difference between a quiet fart and the type of fart with sound or noise?? Our (Wendy, SY and me) notebooks are the type to 'fart' with sound or noise. Miss Hippo's notebook is the type to fart quietly. So, which is more dangerous???
Wendy: Miss Hippo's notebook??
Me: Yes.
Miss Hippo: Why is mine dangerous??
Me: Cuz when someone farts, which type gives you an unforgettable stench??
Miss Hippo: Erm....the one without any sound or noise???

And everyone started to laugh at Miss Hippo...

I love you!!!

In the blink of an eye, we’ve been together for 21 years. You were the first one to talk to me. You were the first one to sing to me. You were the first man to hold my hands. You were the first man to hug me. You were the first man to kiss me. You were the one to carry me every time when I was lazy to walk. You were the one to cook and prepare scrumptious meals when mum was not around. You have always been the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. You’ve always been the best in everything as far as my eyes could see. In these 21 years, I’ve called you with different kinds of names, but all of them simply show my love for you. Daddy, Dad, Dee, Lou Tao, Father, Pig Father (cuz you called me piglet…LOL), et cetera, thanks for everything. You really mean a lot to me!

Four years ago, you almost left all of us to go back to the Lord. I was so scared of you leaving us, that I prayed, and prayed to God that I’m willing to lose and let go of anything or everything just to have you with me us. I spoke to God in desperation, telling Him that I don’t mind getting low grades in exams, I don’t mind being ugly, I don’t mind to be single or lonely, I don’t mind to be ill to take over your place, I don’t mind to cut short my life and die young, I don’t mind this and that, just to have you with us. Before that, I didn’t realize that you were that important to me. When you were sent to the hospital at 2am, I cried non-stop while praying for you to regain consciousness. I could still remember the serious faces of the nurses and doctors who tend to you when you were wheeled into the High Dependency Unit (HDU), and later to the Intensive Care Unit (ICU). When you finally regained consciousness, I was so happy that I talked to you like there was no end to it. After being told of what happened, the first few questions you asked were “Why are you here? Did you skip school? Go back and study for your exam! I’m fine here.” I’m so touched that you thought about me even when you’re ill! When you were back at home, recuperating for three months, I didn’t mind taking care of you. I rushed back from school just to check on you, to prepare meals for you. At that time, I was always the first one to exit the school’s main gate, walking and sometimes even running to the bus stop to catch the earliest public bus.

When I was young, you were very strict, making bro and I afraid of you all the time. But, your fierce character has never stopped me from going around, bragging to my schoolmates that I have a cool Dad! During my younger days, I’ve always looked highly upon you even though we were not that close to each other. Nevertheless, we developed a father and daughter bonding when I took care of you four years ago. I’ll never forget those moments when we discussed and sometimes even argued about the right words to use in The Star’s Crossword Puzzle competition. The bonding between us continued and we both eventually became closer after I entered university. You were obviously missing me when I left home for the first time. You took the initiative to be tech savvy, by using a hand phone to keep in touch with me. (In actual fact, he hates using a hand phone! LOL). You don’t mind listening to my complaints about the jungle stay. You don’t mind chatting with me on the phone for hours. No matter what happens, you will always stay by my side to support me. You are truly an influential figure as I’ve always hero-worshipped you ever since I was a child. I had even compared you to Superman when I was young!! Haha…too bad you can’t fly. If not, you’ll be getting a red coloured underwear for your birthday!

Being an ever-supportive father, you have never complained anything whenever we request for favours. You have never really grumbled when you’re not satisfied with something. The most is you’ll nag for a while, and then forget about the whole thing a moment later. Even when you’re tired, you drag yourself to shopping complexes with me. Well, I sometimes really prefer you to accompany me on a shopping spree cuz your fashion taste suits me! From the first moment you saw bro and I, you have always been proud of us. You are forever telling other people about the both of us. When bro graduated, you told almost everyone you meet about the good news. Now that he’s working, you tell your friends, relatives and colleagues that your son is attached to an MNC and always keep everyone updated about that bloke. You love to tell anyone you meet about me too. When I was offered a place to pursue tertiary education, you brag to everyone that your daughter is a university student. Even the friendly vegetable seller at Chowrasta Market knows that I’m studying at Universiti Hutan Malaysia! And every time when I’m back in Penang, you’ll try your best to cancel every other activity just to be with me. You’ll inform your friends, relatives, colleagues and sometimes even mum, “Oh, my girl is back from the university. Sorry, I’m not free /I can’t join!”

All the time, Chinese communities have a concept that a girl will always follow her father’s footsteps, particularly in terms of characteristics. I guess it’s pretty true! Well, it’s really obvious that we both have similar traits. Other than that, people always compliments that the both of us look alike. Cubby cheeks, high forehead, broad shoulders, weird looking toes, extra fats here and there that make us very huggable, et cetera. We have the same taste in food and many other things too. And the funniest part is that I used to ‘steal’ all your favourite food when I was young! Haha… Besides all those, you could keep secrets too! I remember informing you earlier about the long-time plan of changing my hairstyle. You didn’t tell mum anything about my plan. You didn’t object too. But, you reminded me not to give mum a big shock. Now, with a new hairstyle, you think I look cool even though mum made a big fuss about it for one whole day! When you went overseas to fulfill job obligations, our house seemed empty cuz when you’re around; you fill the small dwelling by cracking jokes, sometimes even dirty jokes! LOL! At times, you can be quite conservative, but you are definitely not a quiet person. You are forever seen talking, even to strangers! Your outspoken character has always made us worried, especially mum. Your passion to talk about politics in the public make us uneasy as you might easily end up in the ISA with a free supply of nasi kandar and teh tarik!

Today, I’m glad that you’re still here with us. Even though you’re carrying a suddenly diagnosed hereditary time bomb, I just pray and hope that you’ll always be healthy and happy. Until now, I still don’t and will NEVER regret what I told God when you were ill. I’m willing to do anything just for you! And I really don’t mind losing something or everything just to have you with us, cuz I love you, Daddy! I don’t know whether you’re the best DAD in the whole wide world, BUT you are definitely the BEST in my world!

Happy Birthday, Daddy!!!

I love you!!!

This song is specially dedicated to Dad. I don’t know why I choose this song, but it’s a famous song about a father and his daughter.

Butterfly Kisses, Michael Bolton

There's two things I know for sure,
She was sent here from heaven,
and she's daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,
she talks to Jesus and I close my eyes.
And I thank God for all the joy in my life,
But most of all, for...

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair.
"Walk beside the pony daddy,
its my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny,
daddy, but I sure tried."
Oh, with all that I've done wrong,
I must have done something right
To deserve a hug every morning
And butterfly kisses at night.

Sweet sixteen today,
She's looking like her momma
a little more every day.
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and makeup,
from ribbons and curls.
Trying her wings out in a great
big world. But I remember...

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you daddy,
But if you don't mind,
I'm only going to kiss you on
the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong,
I must have done something right.
To deserve her love every morning,
And butterfly kisses at night.

All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by
Precious butterfly
Spread your wings and fly

She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise,
and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride room
just staring at her,
she asked me what I'm thinking,
and I said "I'm not sure,
I just feel like l'm losing my baby girl."
Then she leaned over...and gave me...
Butterfly kisses, with her mama there
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk me down the aisle daddy, its just about time"
"Does my wedding gown look pretty daddy?"
"Daddy don't cry "
Oh with all that I've done wrong, I must have
done something right
To deserve her love every morning
And butterfly kisses
I couldn't ask God for more, man, this is
what love is
I know I've gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
Every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses...

A promise is a promise...

Shit!! I promised a few things the other day but I unintentionally broke one of them! It’s not my fault ok! It was not deliberately done!! The weirdest part is after you promise yourself something; it’s surely meant to be broken, in any way, USUALLY or ALWAYS accidental. Bloody hell! You think I purposely create those promises to break them??? Damn!

I’ve anticipated a clear, spotless mind after telling the whole world about my promises through blogging. Ironically, he came into my mind, this time, in fact a few times in my dreams. (Yes…I’m talking about that bloke again!! Shit!) WTF??? How stupid can that be, huh?? From the day I published that article, I’ve been dreaming of him for a few nights already! Stop pointing your fingers and blaming me ok! I DID NOT THINK OF HIM!!! But somehow, he came into my dreams. You definitely can’t control your dreams right??? So, don’t blame me! It’s really not my fault.

There’s one night when I dreamt of him calling. I could recognize his voice easily BUT I purposely woke up, in the middle of the night just to prevent myself from indulging in that dream. The moment when I went back to slumber, the dream continued!! Is it a bloody coincidence or what??? That dream made me feels stupid the next day! You tell me…how possible it is to continue a dream after you wake up???? Bloody hell, I thought I could get rid of him from my dream by waking up but ‘miracle’ happened and that dream continued!

I think this bloke will soon turn into a ‘nightmare’ if he continues to haunt me in my dreams! Come to think of it, I find it rather amusing! How likely is it for a person to dream of someone until like that??? And of all things, the dream can be continued after you wake up! WTH! I’ve never been like this, not even during those times when I missed him. But, this ‘nightmare’ has been regularly haunting me ever since I published that article! Luckily, it is not really affecting me from my focus in exams. Hopefully this ‘nightmare’ won’t have a long-term effect on me… Okie, time to go back and study as I still have three more papers to go!!! Oh I just can’t wait to be back in Penang on the 24th to die sleep, without setting the alarm clock!