Getting A Brain Damaged

Today was kind of hectic but that would not stop me from jotting my thought that has been bothering me for quite sometimes actually.

I don’t understand how crappy blogs could develop so many readers. Crappy in this terms connotes they wrote shits in their blog, things that does not benefits anyone, not even themselves.

Let me enlighten you with few examples:

1. They keep updating every 1 fucking hour of their current state when there is nothing to say, really. Examples, they updates about their fetish of taking pictures of their feet and compared whose slippers is the best. Just that in one single entry or just to pretend sleep in front of their pc to show how “sluggish” they are at work when they were the one who took the picture.



2. Just post tonned of their own pictures on the entry, with an ending asking “Kiut tak aku hari ni?”
   
   What the mutherfucker?



3. Simply copy paste articles on the internet without addressing what they are or engage it into an interesting discussing and worst, take credit for it.



4. Can I just say their entry are just rubbish?

I know blogging is about letting free of your personal insight but what I don’t get is that, why good blogs with intense discussion and well written are not given such appreciation. The people who commented are lesser compared to the trashy blog – hey, I am not talking about this blog; this blog is way below novice.

Are blog readers are not so capable in engaging themselves to think and give superior opinions? Or perhaps they feel it is safer to participate in trashy discussion by just saying comments like

“Yes, you memang hot”

Or

“I love your new handbag. It’s fab!”

And later receives tones of brownie points, or if they are really lucky, they will also given a chance to be pictured in those blogs. You know, bloggers and blog readers bonding.

Maybe they are not confident in expressing their though, to have to write something serious needs lots of sharp thinking and they will always another person with a sharper thinking going to refute your opinion. Yes, maybe they are scared of that.

A friend of mine happened to meet up with a very famous blogger who is residing in West Malaysia. She had high expectation before meeting him because in her aopinion, his blog is a bomb! But you know what, boy..she was so frustrated only to find out the blogger is nothing like his blog. Far from witty, far from entertaining, simply boring. Till the extent she thought he must had hired someone else to write the blog for him but I told her, maybe it was just because the blogger just faking it. I read his blog too but his writing does not seem too appealing to me. I could track few fake and hypocrisy here and there. I prefer to read carefree writing and honest wittiness apart from blogs that really make differences to this world.

Bu that’s another story.

My point is how come people just love to read pieces of trash and let their mind be ruined by it?

Be Something Different!

Two of my exes claimed that they ex girlfriend were doctors and I could see how pompous they are when they talked about those girls. I did not abhor the exes but I detest men who jumped into a new relationship without letting go of their past. But as much as I hate that, I hate the community stigma that saying jobs like doctors, lawyers and engineers are the only one that matters even more.

What about jobs like garbage collecting, postman, meter readers? Aren’t these people important too? Can you survive without them or can you even manage to do their job? I was so shocked to learn that an acquaintance of mine, a senior reporter who had worked for almost 15 years in a well-known newspaper agency is only earning RM2, 500 per month. That amount for 15 years of working! And mind you her English was top notch. Are we saying that reporters jobs are not challenging enough? That proper grammar an immaculate vocabulary is something not important? Do they know that in order to be a doctor, all you have to do is memorise?

When I was in school, I wanted to take art stream because I knew my soul does not fit with science stream but the community stigma stopped me. I still can remember my mum saying what a waste for someone like me to take up art stream when I can shine in science stream. I know she is my mum but what kind of crap is that? Since when art stream become the second class citizen?

Like I told you in the earlier post, I use to date someone in the medical field. He was intelligent yes but when it comes to handling matters that are not stated in the book, he lost his way. You can talk to him about diseases, about politics but when real tragedy stroke he didn’t know what to do. I was the one who had to get on my feet.

Besides him, I went out with other guys with their name writing in magazines and journals. Sad to say, most of them are far from interesting and worst, they are really into themselves as if the others were less important. One of them used to tell me this, when he failed to make me go out with him

“Look at the old archives of Bloomberg, you will see my name there, in case you are in need of security”

I don’t need a security, I need someone interesting and humble to date. You are right, I did tell him that and he promise to be one. He tried but still missing the humble part.

My point is, I am tired of people saying “Look at her, she’s a doctor, he’s a lawyer, you should be like them when you grow up”

What’s wrong with wanting to be a band singer, a performer, a dancer, a freelance writer or even bellboy when you know deep down inside you are happy.

Education is important yes but what is the point getting a high education, when you have no life, no respect for the others and you are not happy?

Maybe I sounded as if I am encouraging people to be dropped out, no. It is good to have a good education but then that does not means your choices of jobs should be restricted to certain areas.

What I really want to say is,

Come one, get out from the norm. Be something different!

Tagged by otakbelacan :)

What were you doing 5 years ago?
2003 was all about partying. Went to every trance party available and popped as much as I could. There was this event in Genting when I saw a girl was all stiff lying on the ground because she overdosed. But nobody cared; everybody was busy poking the stars until finally an ambulance came. I don’t know what happened to the girl but I hope she didn’t die.




What were the 5 things on your to do list today?
Work, lunch, work, bloghopping, curse, facebooking and more work. That’s 7 but I am feeling a lil’ bit industrious today.




What are 5 snacks that you enjoy?
Kinder Bueno, kerepek keladi – the purple kerepek, damn tasty! Cigarette-could be consider as snack also isn’t it? TGIF potato skin snack and I like otak belacan, I heart choki-choki too.



What are 5 jobs you've had?
In random order.

1. Copywriter – Love and hate relationship. I love generating new ideas but I hate some of my clients. Bitches!



2. Communication Manager – Love all the events and freebies!



3. Sales girl at some local supermarket – Bloody tiring. Had to stand all day long at the baby department and had to fold all those damn baby clothing. I quitted only after 3 days working.



4. Sales assistant at bazaar ramadhan – Again, selling clothes. Baju kurung and kebaya to be précised. Was wooed by some mat rempit which I hate. I didn’t mind the job but the owner did not give me any leaves at all.



5. Part time lover – When he doesn’t need me he wouldn’t call but when he needs some servicing and blow job, then his name would appear on my phone. I pledge to quit this job forever.
   

5 people I want to Tag??
Those who happens to read this. Obviously I had no other friends

The Blowjob

I have a secret to tell you. I have been dying to tell a soul about this secret and tonight I will.

Two years ago I dated a guy I met on the Internet, a quite distinctive blogger. Please don’t guess who but I can give you a hint, he doesn’t blog too often nowadays :P . Anyway, we met by accident because I needed some medical counsel and he happened to work in medical line.

Judging from his blog, I can tell that he is an intellectual guy with a broad perspective. From his photos he looked mannish and masculine. After few session or emails followed by series of phone calls, we decided to meet. He drove all the way from the north to meet me. They always said, what you cannot see always deceived you and I totally concur. He was intellect all right but I found him rather..a bit at the soft side. Still, we went out and had fun.

Until it come to the S part. Yes, you guess it right, sex.

He told me he is a virgin and that’s fine by me. I did not want to pop his cherry or anything and never had such thinking in my mind. For the record, we did talk about sex couple of times on the phone but that just it.

And then he told me, he wanted to do it. I was like, no. That would not be right. You can’t just do it like that but he said he had enough of waiting and it’s about time.

In case you are anticipating for some steamy elements, you might be thwarted. I am just going to slash it short and leave the steamy part behind. All I can say was, the size of his dick really shocked me. It looked nothing less like a pencil and I am not bullshitting! It‘s ok actually and I don’t like to go mocking people’s private part just that don’t go telling how long your dick is with some heroic elements added when you know the truth.

That was not the worst part.

He asked for a blowjob. So I gave it to him. But in the middle of the BJ, I felt something warm gushing into my mouth, no it was not his cum. It was his….his.. URINE!

That too was not the worst part.

The worst part was..

I SWALLOWED IT.

The Best Moment

When I started my years in secondary, my achievement started to plunge gradually. I was no longer one of the smartest girls in school. And that, worries my mum because she always told me, education is very important furthermore that might be the only thing that I could be proud of since we were not born with silver spoon in our mouth.

It was PMR that year, and my trial result was quite bad, I only managed to secure 2A’s the rest were B’s and I even got a D. My parent’s expectation was quite high because in their mind, I am still the old girl I used to be, nerdy, industrious and smart.

On the day when the result was announced, I decided not to go to the school to get the result; I was too nervous so I decided to give them a call instead. The suspense of hearing the result being poured word by word almost killed me. But in the end, I was overjoyed because I managed to bag straight A’s, 8 A’s all together.

I rushed to my mom’s office, my mom was a clerk that time and as soon as she saw me I could see anxiety on her face. When I told her I got straight A’s she hugged me with tears in her eyes. That moment I felt awkward, I was thinking, there’s no need to cry. Let’s rejoice, celebrate instead! My mum was so happy that she gave me RM500 to spend, that was the first time I ever hold that much money.

There is no need to tell what I bought with that money but I will tell you another story that will make this entry matches the title. That time, my father was working in Sarawak and I had not seen him for months. He was always busy and still busy till this very moment but I understood, if it was not because of him, we would not be enjoying life as much as we do now.

It must be my mum who told him the news, the next morning I found him in front of the door and he went hugging me straight away. Later I heard, he was fired because he was not supposed to take any leaves since they were in a crucial time, that time. But he still booked that flight and took off just for me. But not too worry, he was offered another contract after that.

The reason why I wrote this is not to gloat. No. I don’t believe in gloating over petty things like this. All I am saying is, that time, I can’t seem to understand why did my mum had to cry and why did my dad had to leave his job just because I got my result.

But now I realised, that is what family do. We feel happy when our love ones managed to achieve something in their life, we feel happy because we know, we did the right thing and they did the right thing.

We feel happy because as a family, we love and cherish each other.

Just Because I Am Not Old Enough

My parents never educate me to be disrespectful especially to the elderly but at times I can’t help being boorish to them. If I could, I would really want to give them a piece of my mind followed by series of backhands. Not because it’s in my genetics to beat old people but because some elderly people seems to think that they are always right. All the time and you, younger people, know nothing therefore you have to kiss my ass . I personally think everybody should be treated evenly and everybody should be given and earn respect equally despite age or gender.

The story that I am about to tell you will comprise my best friend, Ah Kong and his daddy. Ah Kong family is staying outside KL but they always come to KL to visit. Every time when they touch down, Ah Kong will always asks me to accompany him although he knows his sister who is also working here can drive his parents around. Despite being a guy, Ah Kong is a moron when it comes to finding routes in KL, thus I became his walking GPS or should I say talking map. Occasionally Ah Kong ticks me off, I lost track of how many times I taught him the routes in KL but my attempt always meet failure.

Last month, Ah Kong parents came down again and they checked in at the Le Meridian. It was Friday and we were at Jalan Ampang, settling some stuff when Ah Kong father called saying he wanted to meet him at KLCC although the initial plan was to let Ah Kong meet them at the hotel. That was Ah Kong idea since he didn’t want to drive and we didn’t drive to Jalan Ampang, we took the public transport even the fact that their service sucks. On Friday, the jam in KL is atrocious, that’s why.

Ah Kong tried to forbid his father from driving (the father was using the sister’s car) to KLCC but being a stubborn old man, he insisted saying, he needed to eat at Little Penang, which according to my opinion, didn’t make sense at all since Little Penang is also located at Midvalley, about 10 minutes from Meridian or one stop away from the commuter. Even then, the father can always take LRT but no, he wanted to drive.

To make things worst, it was raining when we met them at KLCC ( I had to tag along because Ah Kong is a moron on the road remember?). The thing is, the father wanted to be the navigator while Ah Kong drove and totally shun me as if I am from New Zealand who doesn’t know anything about KL routes. I didn’t initially mind it at all, just that he didn’t bloody know the mutherfucking way and I do. Okay, he used to study in Universiti Malaya therefore he claimed that he know all the road in KL but hello uncle, that was like fucking 30 years ago and if case you didn’t notice, there are loads of skyscraping building in KL now that not only make an outsider like you get puzzled but also blinding a cosmopolitanites like me.

He keep changing his mind by saying “left,, no no.go right..no noo take the other way” and he forced his poor son to speed up, worst, the thing that I hated the most, instructed the son not to give ways to toher drivers by saying “This is KL, you cannot be so nice and slow!”

No wonder lots of people are behaving like monkey on the road!

Oh yes, we got lost, got stuck in the horrendous Friday traffic and not to mention the heavy rain. And he kept saying

“I didn’t know that the jam is going to be this bad”

Can I stick the gear into your ass uncle? Did your son not told you not to drive here in KL when it goddammit Friday?

Why was I mad you asked? Because I had some other things to settle and I really wanted to pee, so bad. In case you are wondering I did not say anything at all. So did his mother who sat next to me.

Alas, we reached Meridian after few hours stuck in the jam and by that time, the uncle turn around to look at me and ask” Did we get lost? No right?” with a smug in his face.

Oh. My. Goat.

Can you guess my feeling at that moment? I bet you can.

I really, really wanted to say “Hell yeah, almost” but instead I said no, just for Ah Kong sake. After all, he’s my best friend and I will have to respect his daddy for that matter.

That is just another story that I have from many. The thing is, why..why can’t we get respect that we deserve just because we are not old enough?

Umbrage

I have this friend that I always envy. Her mix parental made her looks outstanding and even teachers paid extra attention to her, which to me was not fair at all. Teachers should not be biased to the students.

I was there with everyone else and I was as bright as her, if she hogs the first place I would hog the second and if I won the first place, she would get to be the second best. Yet, she will always be the apple of the eye. Of course you get the brownie point, I am covetous. In my opinion, I deserve the same treatment and attention that she got because I worked as hard as she did and I escalated as far as she did. The only two things that I didn’t have were I was not pretty and my parents were not rich people.

Lots of people say that well-off people are rarely congenial and I beg to differ. Her father is pleasant and it is he father who brought wealth in the family but not her mother. Her mother hated my guts, she even wanted to slap me wants because I told my friends I didn’t like her. Okay, I don’t exactly remember what I said but it was something about her being a snob. Which is true. She was!

She told people I shopped at some stupid next door shop and she mocked my enthusiasm for doing so. My parents were not rich back then; of course a shopping trip once in a while would excite me even it was only at some local hypermarket. And there was this particular chapter that still glued in my mind. Oh yes, I remember it vividly. She was away for the whole one month because her whole family went skiing in Switzerland or somewhere (can’t remember exactly where) and when the time she got back, we had to sit for our final. She persuaded me that I should let her copy my answer because it was not her fault that she had to go for the mutherfucking skiing vacation. She made me feel so culpable for being a bad friend that I finally gave in. I aced the test so did she but she came second but when I was sick with chicken pox, she would not return my favour and worst, I found my best friend not talking to me after that.

What the mutherfucker?

Did she not deserve the snob title? Oh, you tell me!

Hmmm. I should just bury the hatchet but how could I when again she made me feel so isolated for not inviting me to her wedding when everybody was invited. I feel like I have rotten pussy that was filled with puss at that moment.

There is no use holding grudges, I know. But I will make sure this will not happen again, not to me or to my descendants. Things are getting better on my side, we were no longer seen as poor but that does not mean that we should forget where we came from. I will never ever give any special treatment to my future kids and not even a single minute make them feel that they are more special and superior than others. I will not let them treat the others like I have been treated.

Everybody should be treated the same, regardless who you are. Everybody deserves every single piece of cake.

Am I still mad at her? To be honest, a little bit but not as much as before. You want to know why?

Because, the formerly brainy, beauty queen is now fat.

Forgive me God, but please let me feel good about myself for few moments.

4 reasons why I read blogs

So why do I read blogs?

You might be flabbergasted but some of you might be nodding while going through the answers.

1. The blogs are laughing stock
   
   People thought everyone could blog. They carve crap and shits stuff happening in their life and some are even nonsensical. Who wants to know if you cousin’s underwear is missing or what not. Saddest point? They thought they are close to Shakespeare.




2. Nauseating entries yet I came back for more!
   
   Examples:
   
   
   • My hubby loves me, we are the best couple in the world, but sometimes when I am up in arms I am allowed to spit on his face. I like to mope and make everybody feels sorry for me because I am a hottie after all. Other than that, oui! We are the sweetest couple. Am I not the luckiest girl in the world?
   
   
   
   
   • I swear over Prada, Gucci and Hermes. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I disregard those who wear FOS stuff just that if you own few pairs of Bally’s and Blahnik’s, we could be BFF. I mean we fashionista should stick together right?
   
   
   
   
   • Look at me, I am PRETTY, no matter what you said, I am PRETTY. You anonymous people are just jealous because I am PRETTY.
   
   
   Till at this point, I still could not figure out why do I still read these blogs. Mystery.
   
   
   
   
3. The blogger always make my day
   
   I am not only about hatred and anger, I do savour few good bloggers and I do not mean celebrities who thought they can blog. This is ordinary people I am talking about, ordinary but appear extraordinary to me, when they hit the keypads.
   
   They make my day. More than always.




4. Entertainment!
   
   Ever heard of the feud between Xia Xue and Dawn Yang? Enough said eh.

I have more but my mind is numb. Maybe later.

Initial Point

First post. First impression.

I just want to be heard, to seek solace.

Will I find it here?