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Samy Velly is a man of many wonders and talents. He is a top-notch conman with a flair to lie and deceive. His main skill is manipulation while he minors in the art of bribery. He is a full fledge supporter of corruption, blackmail and dirty money and politics. To sum it all, Samy Vellu is a dirty crook and that’s me being polite.

Let’s me go on now to some of Samy Vellu’s amazing conquests!

Firstly, he managed to stay in politics for hell of a long time. It should’nt be a big deal if he was a good, honest, get-work-done politician, rallying for the rights and benefits of Indians in Malaysia (Even my smelly old school shoes smells better than this bunch of crap) but despite his claims that he is all that I mentioned in this paragraph, his actions seem to speak louder than his words. When he won elections a few years ago (again), everyone wondered how the heck did he manage to win. Even the other politicians were baffled at his suprising win. Now we find out that this desperado man is sooo desperate that he actually bought his win. Yeap, you heard me. He bribbeedd! With dirty dirty money.. Money, which, unsuprisingly, does not belong to him.

Which brings me to his second amazing feat: How he managed to con every other Indian out there of their hard-earned money around 30 years ago.

You see, I have first-hand information on this particular feat of his, seeing that my dad and his sisters were part of this big time scam of his. He was a budding politician back then, with his ‘bright’ ideas on how to bring Indians up in Malaysia. So, the genius decided to sell shares to all Indians out there. He urged every Indian to buy these shares and promised that in a few years time, they will profit by up to 30x or so. Basically he promised the sky and the moon.

You might ask ‘Why were these Indians who bought the shares so stupid as to believe something like that?’ Well, you must understand that 30 years ago, not many people in Malaysia were educated, least of all the Indians. We were an oppressed race, looked down, stomped upon by others. So, most Indians were trusting.They thought ‘Well here is a man, a rare Indian man willing to fight for our rights and help us out of poverty. He is so great, giving us an opportunity like this..’

I laugh at the ignorance of the generation back them yet I dont blame them entirely for this. He was a conman and for years, no one caught on on his bullshit. He took every penny these poor people had and he used it ALL for his own personal benefit, to make himself rich. Till now he still half-heartedly denies all this but guess what, his bullshitting ways have already been found out, he cant answer or defend himself without either sounding stupid, ridiculous or idiotic plus and better still, everyone hates him.

Recently, the major A hole over here tried to redeem himself by promising to give back some of the shares or something (I’m a little vague on this part cause this ‘redemption’ of his is still in the early stages so only time will tell if its real or another one of his many lies and deceptions) and when I followed my parents to MidValley, where the ‘redemption’ is taking place, I saw the room filled with elderly people, some of them in wheelchairs and some of them looking so frail that it broke my heart to know that these people were so full of hope 30 years ago that this investment would work out. We talked to a few of them and found out that most of them gave up their entire life-savings in hope that they would get benefits so that they could live better lives.

And let me make it clear that by better lives, for most of them it meant proper food to eat on the table, a better education and maybe a proper home.

So yes, Samy Vellu robbed them of that as well. It doesnt matter if this redemption of his is real or not, the damage of 30 years cannot be undone by one gesture which, is not his hardwork at all. We all know he is just trying to salvage whatever he can of his pride and money (Actually he has none left of the first one) and that as soon as he (as if) gets it back, he will discard us all again.

So, to top it all, dear Samy can add ‘Robber’, ‘Thief’ and ‘Major A hole’ to his resume. Impressive really.

I was told that Samy has many many other feats that can put anyone’s resume and work experience to shame (Really, how many people can claim they have been involved in money laundering, blackmailing Government AND private workers, manipulation of the system etc etc.??) but I shant mention them because I dont really have much facts other than he is all that I mentioned in the first paragraph of this post. I dont shoot my mouth like dear dear Samy here and perhaps this is a lesson that he should learn from me. Oh wait, I forgot that he cant learn any lessons anymore due to the extinction of his brain cells and I strongly suspect, his male items as well (No proof sadly). Pity pity. 

Samy Vellu, you have made a fool out of yourself and you have done an amazing job in making everyone hate the very mention of your name. You really suck big time and when I am angry, I wish that you would be bitten by a million mosquitoes . However, I have something that you dont have, I have faith, religion and forgiveness in my nature and although its darn hard and is a real task for me, after writing this, my anger has somewhat evaporated and I find it easier to forgive you. Actually, not really, what made me happier is the fact that karma is a bitch and it will come and bite you straight in the ass.

So all the best and I will really really, honestly pray for you when the time comes for you to meet the Big Guy up there. Total damnation just might be perfectly suited for you but since its not up to me to decide, I’ll just be contended with the fact that you will deserve what you get. God bless your soul.

**End of rant**

I love action comedy movies! Now I’m not sure if the movie A Team was supposed to be comedy but I sure as heck laughed out load throughout the whole movie.

Before the movie started, there were two guys behind us talking really loudy. Becky kept throwing them irritated glances but being the clueless specimens they are, they dint notice it. Then when I took my scarf out of my bag, they were like ‘She brought a blanket!’. Unfortunately I dint hear this (Becky did and she told me) or else I would have really turned behind, shoved my scarf in their faces and said ‘It’s a scarf silly. Only babies like you use blankets.’ Or I might have even said ‘ It’s a scarf silly. I should have expected people like you to not know the difference between blankets and clothing items. But then again, I dint really notice you.’ It sucks how I only think of great comebacks way after the moment passes. Haih, people are just so daft sometimes.

Oh well. Movie started with some action packed stuff so it was awesome from the beginning. Bradley Cooper who played Face is super super hot. Not only is his face cute but he has a oogle worthy body as well. So toned and I dont know, manly. (If you live in a house with two skinny younger brothers where the only thing you can see on them is bones, then you really start appreciating movie stars with good bodies.)

Jessica Biel was not bad as well. I laughed when she and Face kissed cause I found it funny how the guards were looking at them as they kissed. One moment they were hauling Face into the armoured truck and one second later, they are allowing him to smooch Jessica Biel’s character. It’s the kind of funny where you have to be there to see it to enjoy it.

Lotsa other funny moments in the movie but suddenly really tired to write anything.

Well, before the movie, I went to the notary public to notorize some documents for my visa application tomorrow. There, I skimmed through a book on intellectual property. Pretty interesting actually. My mum was trying to brainwash my sister to become a doctor at the same time. She gave me the same talk years ago (and recently repeated it as well) so I know she means well but sometimes, these things just spell out  BULLSHIT.

So as everyone knows I rarely tolerate stupid and/or bullshit, I was just going to tell her to lay off when my sister sunked into her chair until she almost touched the ground. I guess that just kinda said it all! LOL.

Mum wasnt too happy but I could see the determination in her face that showed that this wasnt over. Poor sister. My mum is real keen on having a doctor in the family. Having failed with me, expectations are high on my sister with her (mum’s) stupid catchline ‘You don’t have to be smart to be a doctor. You just have to be kind, compassionate and hardworking’. Yup yup, a bunch of bull if you ask me.

Seriously, I love you mum but sometimes you just got to learn how to lay off and let your kids determine their own life. Parents these days. I blame it on stupid society norms where it supposedly brings honour, pride and status to a family if you have a doctor in a family. (Norm in Malaysia at least, not sure about elsewhere) Society as a whole here is so caught up in this whole ‘Must have doctor in family’ thing and so, I strongly think this is partly the reason why we have so many crappy and useless doctors here in Malaysia. It’s because people become doctors to please the family, fullfill parents dreams, because its prestigious or high in status or whatever other reason besides actually having the passion and calling to become a doctor. Ridiculous if you ask me.

So that’s it for now. I hope my Visa application and interview process goes smoothly tomorrow. Toodles!

My first post regarding the World Cup.

Well, England drew with USA. No one to blame but the England players themselves. They dint play that badly but come on, USA??
Gosh.

Korea: They won, suprisingly. Or maybe not that supringly. They have nucleur weapons after all. My football crazy guy friends thought I was mad when I told them this. LOL. They had no idea that North Korea has weapons and wanted to wage war on South Korea. I bet if Korea wasnt in the world cup then they won’t know it even existed.

Finally, I must say that I’m rather glad that Mexico and South Africe drew. I was having a hard time trying to figure out which side to support. I mean, the Mexican players were super super cute. But I had a soft spot for the African players as well. So it’s a win-win situation. I just wish there were more drama on the pitch. Like maybe, I dont know.. something that would make everyone go ahhhh. Like Zidane’s comments during the previous world cup.

I’m just waiting to see who is this years dark horse gonna be. It was Czech Republic last time round. So guess I will just have to wait and see.

I’m not a football crazy fan and especially not the biggest World Cup fan but since everyone is so hyped up about it, I convinced myself that I will try and be a tiny bit hyped up as well. I know nuts about football though.

Here is to another 30 days of football mayhem!

My friend Joyee and I were having lunch today and, being the average female specimen we are, the topic ended up ,unsurprisingly, on boys. Or in our case, the lack of em.

Oh sure, we are surrounded by male testerone all the time but they are either: a) taken b) players c) ’Not worth getting your hopes high on this guy’ material d) gay e)act more female than we do

Basically, we were moaning about the lack of quality men available. Instead, we seem to be surrounded by jerks (Talking about the available one’s near us). We have a workmate, lets called him Gun, who is rather good looking (according to me, Joyee thinks he is not) but who is sooo childish and immature. And, mind you, he is 24. He says the most ridiculous things ever, he doesn’t participate in any intellectual conversations we have sometimes and he eats with his legs wide open.

Plus, he is in love with another collegue of ours who is, by the way, pretty and in a very serious relationship. They just met each other (He’s new) and he follows her around like a puppy. Once, I almost wanted to snap my fingers and yell, ‘Go Gun, go, run doggy! Jacin’s out the door!’  when I Jacin left the department and he went looking for her. Pathetic. Crushes are fine but come on, he doesn’t have the excuse of being a teenager anymore to act silly like this. Plus, she has a BOYFRIEND!

So, yes, Joyee and I have every reason in the world to lament. We both seem to have suitors who fall into at least one of the categories I mentioned above and as Joyee put it, they are all lame.

So, I’m going to backtrack abit and start talking about the majority of boys in my hometown. They mostly suck as boyfriend material. Sure, most of them are nice to hang out with, nice to joke around but seriously, even though these are my friends I’m talking about, I’d tell any girl who comes close to run far far away if they are looking for a lasting relationship.

They are immature, selfish, players, stupid, ignorant and quite honestly, just not that good looking.

To be fair, there are exceptions. I know quite a few who are genuinely nice guys and who have long-term girlfriends. But they are rare. And most of these ‘nice’ guys, either become a jerk because of their friends or if the go through a bad break up.

So see? I’m left again with the saddening conclusion that there are no guys worth falling for.

(I had my share of teenage relationships and bitter heartbreaks already so I guess I am not looking for something temporary but, perhaps something most lasting. I know better now than to fall for that cute guy on the bus who strings you along for the fun of it or the guy who fits your perfect boyfriend material mental list but is a Mummy’s boy lacking balls – sorry-) Being 18 and thinking like that is not really a good thing in this time of civilization)

Most of my friends seem to find getting into relationships easy. They are rarely single and if they are, they are still attacked in all directions by potentional suitors. Unfortunately, I do know some girls who are well, bitches to say the least. They have boyfriends (Note the s). They flirt around. And even if they are the faithful type, then its the bad faithfulness. The one where they are willing to give everything to their boyfriends.

What is the world coming to?

I am honestly not picky when it comes to guys! Seriously.

All I want is a generally nice guy who treats his girl right and who can hold stimulating conversations really well. Is that so hard to ask for??

(Well, it won’t hurt if he looks cute and has a nice body. Plus, I have a thing for guys with nice eyes and smiles.)

Most guys tell me that they fulfill all the ‘qualities’ I’m looking for. However, what they don’t realize is that most girls have their own ‘Beware’ list. The Beware list is basically qualities that girls see in guys which turns them off immediately. Each one varies with different girls and the reasons of why  these qualities are on the list varies as well.

For me, I have a few major turn-offs that are an absolute no no but there are a few things I am willing to look past if he has other better, dominating qualities.

I think my problem lies with the fact that at times, I’m not the average girl next door. I’m intelligent. I love Literature classics. I say intelligently and intellectually confusing things at times which sometimes even I get confused when I try to explain it (I understand it perfectly in my head). I’m a little different at times too. It’s hard to explain how different I am but I just am. I’m mature from my age (I act like a grown up while guys my age act as if they are 15 / 16 years old. DAMN IT! haha)

Finding a guy who not only accepts me for who I am but actually understand me is the trouble here. I know there are guys who get girls like me out there but none seem to be within my er, horizon, field of vision, oh you get my point!

How utterly depressing.

Actually not really! While it certainly is nice to have girlfriends to lament about this issue from time to time, we are not in any dire desperate need to find an other half. Instead, we will blindly hope and wait for that day when we actually find that soul mate of ours who will sweep us off our feets. The rest of civilization can literally become extinct for all we care.

Yeap, I know, we are idiotically hopeless romantics! (Blame the classic Lit books I read!)

In the mean time, I think I will just continue daydreaming about my non-existant dream guy.

He is super cute with a killer bod and he fights off bad guys all the tiem while remaining a super, sweet sensitive, caring guy he really is. He is super intelligent and knows absolutely everything from ancient history to the psychology of human beings.  He gives the perfect hugs and is the perfect listener plus he is……

Yeah right Kate!  

**back to reality now**

I was just looking at my blog statistics and this caught my attention:

Search words                                                           First used
“katherine heigl IN BRA IN KILLERS”  June 8, 8:10 pm
only for aunty lover                                           June 8, 1:10 pm

What on earth were these two people searching for beats me but I actually find it kind of funny. I’m not sure what aunty lover is nor do I want to find out but well, yeah, funny.

I had one heck of a train experience yesterday. I had to take the train home after work yesterday and a colleague sent me to the Mid Valley train station. It was either that or I take a bus from One Utama to K.J station and then take a train to bangsar then backtrack to Salak Selatan then only reach my hometown.

So well, I reached MidV at 6.20pm, rushed to the train station, bought a ticket cause I dint bring my Touch N Go card and waited. And waited and waited and waited. There supposed to be a train every 15 minutes but I had waited for an hour and NO train came by. Then there was an announcement which no one could really hear because the PA system sucks big time. I managed to understand that the train is delayed at KL station or something. By that time, more and more people were piling in on the station. So I continued waiting. At 7.40, a train came. JOY!

But the horror! The train was packed! Even though it was so packed, people stil pushed their way into the already full train. It was like watching chaos or rather, mayhem. People were screaming because they were being pushed and pulled in all directions. People coming out of the train could not even come out! Watching from a slight distance, I tried telling a few people in front of me ‘Hey, let them come out of the train first la’ but what I got in response was a glare then they proceeded to push somemore.

I stayed at the back cause obviously, there was no way I could get into that train, no matter how much I tried. So instead of making a fool out of myself by acting barbaric, I decided I’ll wait for the next train.

The next train came half an hour later. I had been standing for two whole hours by then. This time, it was even MORE packed than before and when the doors opened, people actually fell out of the train because it was that packed. So that train went.

I only boarded the train at 8.30pm. On a normal day (train-less) I would have eaten my dinner and had my bath by then. The train was crowded and I had a little boy clinging on to me as he had no where else to hold. Kinda sweet actually.

Unfortunately, I had this annoying guy behind me who kept knocking into me. Consistently. I couldnt even turn around to tell him to knock it out! (Pun indeed) To make matters worst, being short, I had giants all around me ( I was in the females only coach and I was completely surrounded by MEN) and that being said, I had absolutely no air supply.

I was already down with a flu and that train ride made it worst. I just prayed and prayed that I would not faint cause I have a fainting record (I fell off my bike once and fainted on the main road, thank God no car ran me over. Then there was the time in St Johns ICC where Harvinth had to carry me. There was also the time I fainted during Good Friday mass and I woke up only to find some sort of oil shoved up my nostrils, courtesy of an elderly lady behind me. Embarrasing much.)

I dint, Thank God. I reached my station at 9 plus and although my house was a ten minute walk away, I could not walk home because it was pitch dark and the bridge I had to cross did not have lights plus it was a lonely area.

So walked to town, gulped down some fried rice then walked to the Catholic Centre where my mum gave bible classes. I reached home at 10pm.

[NEVER EVER TAKE THE KTM IN MALAYSIA EVER!! It's horrible and the there are certain people on it who are truly barbaric and the service is horrible and ineffecient. Sorry KTM but you suck big time.]

I was exhausted, sick and my body ached more than ever (Yes yes, I AM counting my sorrows right now). Had a bath and did my usual pottering around the house.

Flu was bad but hoped that it would be better this morning. I woke up alright but the moment I sat in the car, it started to flow.

So now, I’m at the office with a snuffed frozen nose with my body achingly frozen with a headache and cough. I supposed to be in BED!!!

I need sleep. I’m tired, dizzy and miserable (cause of the flu). I look quite a sight I bet. Haih.

Ok enought with my self-pitying post! I shall try my very best to perk myself with what I dont know but I’ll find something.

**Dont think about sleeping. Dont think about sleeping. Dont think about sleeping. Dont think about sleeping**

zzzzz. Nah, I wish. Still awake unfortunately. No bed in sight. Toodles.

Nope I’ve not turned into a killer nor have I found a new obsession with killers.
However, I did have a good evening watching Killers with my family. Killers, the movie, that is, starring Katherign Heigl and Ashton Kutcher.

Quite honestly, I went for the movie with my parents and sister, not knowing what the movie was about. However, I like Katherine Heigl and I was curious on how the usually fun-loving immature goofy Ashton was going to be.

I must say, I quite pleasantly suprised. Plot-vise, there was nothing spectacular and it was quite predictable (Though there were a few things I did not expect).

A woman goes on vacation, mets a handsome man, falls in love and gets married. Of course, she (Jen) does not know that her now-husband (Spencer) was once a spy who killed people. Yada yada yada.

The movie was hilarious. I really LOL.

Spencer is totally crush worthy and he has a body that can make any girl drool (My sis and I were close to doing so but then I kept thinking of his funny pictures he posted on Twitter and that was such a turn off). I never thought I’d say this but Ashton is really cute..

I actually wrote quite a bit more but I deleted it off as for some reason, my writing today is a bit off. Must be due to the fact that my fingers are frozen right now. Air-cond at work is set at ‘Freeze employees’ level today.

So anyways, I would recommend Killers to anyone looking for a non-thinking, funny, non-realistic, feel good movie. Girls can go gaga over Ashton Kutcher and his cuteness and hot bod while the guys can basically drool over Katherine Heigl and her with bra only scenes. So it’s a win-win movie and thinking about it, this movie would be great for a date.

There is killings that will grab the guys interest and the killings are done in a non graphic and funny way that girls will actually laugh at them.  Plus, there was real chemistry between the actors and they played their roles to perfection. So yeah. Watch it.

Plus, you’d never look at your neighbours the same way again after you watched this movie.

That’s it!

The Malaysian newspapers (http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/6/4/nation/6402033&sec=nation) reported that a lady was burnt to death, beyond recognition when her Myvi collided into another car and a lorry. Her car started to smoke and she screamed for help. A man saw all of this and went to a nearby petrol station to ask for a fire estinguisher. And guess what?

The petrol attendants refused to give it to him. Which, of course, lead to the death of that woman. Yes, she B U R N T to death, slowly, painfully.

The image is pretty horrible if you try to think about it and my heart still aches as I think about what kind of torture the woman went through during the last minutes of her life.

No details were provided on the cause of the accident so right now, no blame can be pinned on any of the drivers just yet.

However, we do have a hero amongst us. That heroic man who stopped to try and help the woman, that man who went to the petrol station to beg for help. That same man who rushed back to the accident scene only to find the whole car burning with the woman still inside, screaming for help. He was there until she stopped screaming.

Frustration boiled through me as I read that article. I mean, why on earth did those petrol attendants refuse to lend the man the fire estinguishers?? The man showed them his identification card, explained the situation and when they still refused to lend him the f.e (fire estinguisher), he even offered to buy it off them. AND THEY STILL SAID NO!!

So who is ultimately to blame for that woman’s death?? The petrol attendants? I don’t know but what I do know is that I am darned pissed off at them and they frankly need a tight female slap (I say female slap for two reasons: One, we won’t break their jaw and two, it would hurt their ego more).

Their boss even went as far as to defend them and said that they were weary as robberies were common at that time and that they could not see the accident? (The stupid boss said they were concerned but heck, if they really were concerned about the situation, they would have at least done something about it! This shows just how stupid some people can get. BP boss, get a publist, all you’re doing is shooting yourself in your head by making ridiculous statements.)

What bollocks. If that man was a robber, he wouldn’t have showed his identity card nor would he have offered to buy the fire estinguisher off them. Plus, common regard towards humanity should have ensured that those attendants felt somesort of inclination to help if the case was true. If they were unsure, they should have, at least called the fire brigade instead of telling the man to call them himself.

Idiots idiots idiots! How little regard they had to that womans life? What if it was one of their loved one’s in that car instead? What if they were trying to save someone and came across such inconsiderate, unmoving human specimens who refused to help.

For the sake of innocent one’s, I really hope that these stupid petrol attendants never be in this kind of situation cause although it would serve them bloody right, that high lesson is not worth to be learned at the expense of others. See, even I, a bloody pissed of girl, has some sort of regard to the human life.

I wish I could give the petrol attendants the benefit of doubt that they really thought that the man was a robber but the fact that it caused a woman her life is just too much.

I just hope that the deseased is in a happier, pain-free place right now. Rest in peace, love, I sure wished that this unfortunate incident did not occur.

Bbbb busy as a frigging bee! It’s both a relief and a burden all at once. Time flies  by faster at work now with loads to do. Unfortunately, my work load which is actually non-work related comes back home with me. That can’t be right since it’s non-work work so I guess that makes it at home, non-work related… stuff. LOL

I had orientation yesterday (Monday) and my dad thought it was pretty weird that they are giving my an induction like one month after I started working. There were 40 new interns this month. Majority Chinese. It’s no suprise cause even in school, it is the Chinese who usually dominate and are excellent at subjects like Maths and Accounts, in fact, anything regarding numbers and counting. It was a little uncomfortable though since everyone was yakkering away around me in Chinese and I had no idea what they were saying.

Thank goodness Joyee and Mandy, who I haven’t seen in weeks were there. The induction as a whole was alright I guess. We played a game where we had to stick a piece of paper on our backs and had to get people to write their first impression of us on it. The results I got was kinda funny. Here is the list:

• Friendly
• sweet
• bubbly
• humble (Now don’t ask me how they figured that out! I sure as heck did not bow down to anyone.)
• Chirpy (I wonder if I remind that person of Tweety Bird. or a chipmunk)
• Happy go lucky (Maybe because I’m short)
• Cheerful
• Nice
• Pretty
• Smart looking (I really wanted to tell that person that not only do I look smart but I AM smart as well. HAHA)
• Charming (Should I be worried? I supposed to be a damsel princess not a prince charming)
• Proffessional

Absolutely hilarious! Well at least I seemed to have given out positive first impressions. Some people got fat or too tall or noisy and one even got laughs like Daisy Duck. Personally, I had no idea Daisy Duck even laughed. =_=

I had lunch with three other new girls as well. A girl studying in America, Sue Ann, a Hong Kong girl, Natalie and a local student, Ling Yok. They were really nice and there were no awkward silences. I guess that’s the difference when you get an education abroad. Later on when we had to stand up and speak as part of the activity, you could immediately distinguish between local students and students who studied abroad.

There was a massive traffic jam last evening and I only reached home at 8pm! I was sooo exhausted but I had to drag my butt to the shower, bath, go out for dinner then I had to determine my flight dates then I had to go to my grandfathers house cause my aunt was helping me fill up my online visa application. I went to bed really late and spent hours tossing and turning. Just greatt..

My dad was trying to break open a safe box cause my grandfather lost the key to it. It was so funny. He was trying to bang it. Then he tried to pry it open. He tried hitting it at random places. He then got really excited and said ‘Well we have no choice now, looks like we have to try explosives’ LOL. I thought he wanted to try a Chemistry experiment but he was like ‘Firecrackers’. My aunt gave him the look that said ‘Shut up before you say anything more ridiculous’ which obviously did not work since my dad did not think it was ridiculous! HAHAHA! ADULTS!

There is a new intern in my department as well. She’s alright I guess. My boss gave me the task of training her and all. I guess I will let her tag along with Joyee and me when we go for lunch. (Our boss took us out for lunch today. We went to Fish & Co. and I have a fish and chips with cheese in the fish. Jelak (felt sick of it) after awhile but it wasn’t half bad) Oh well. She is rather nice but I’m not really sure how to communicate with her as she doesn’t speak much English. I’ve known her for less than 24 hours and we already had several miscommunications. Here is a funny one:

Her: *mumbles something which I heard as ‘Do you watch Glee?*

Me: *excited* Glee? Yes! I love Glee! I watch it all the time. It’s awesome. Do you watch it? *continues blabbing away for a minute or two*

Her: Huh? Watch…?

Me: Yeah Glee…

Her: *looks at me blankly and strangely*

Me : *smile faltering* Err, what did you say earlier?

Her: I said, have you seen Lily?

I was really like ahhh.. She must have thought I was mad. Hahah. Plus I was dissapointed that she din’t watch Glee (She never heard of it) cause now I can’t talk to anyone at work about Glee. Dang.

I printed all my visa things earlier and I just have a few more forms to fill plus I have to get my documents ready. I already made an appointment and all. So much of work! Plus I have to miss Glee tonight again cause I have these Visa things to do. I am too busy for my own good!

I better get back to work now. It’s a new month so hello July, good riddance May!

Updated: I just had to speak Malay on the phone just now to a client and boy was my Malay rusty! In fact, my boss and my other collegues were laughing their heads off at me. Can’t blame me, I haven’t spoken Malay at all for the last 6 months. I can understand it perfectly but while I was one fluent Malay speaker in school, I’ve now been reduced to a cat yippering  away in a rat’s language. And I haven’t even  gone to UK yet!!

I had no idea that applying for a visa would be soo hard! Gosh! I’m only a third of my way through the online application and it’s like they want to know every single part of your life. I won’t be surprised if they even ask questions like:

 When was your first date and with who?

or

Do you prefer raw fish or cooked fish? If cooked, what style?

I mean seriously, I wonder if they use half the information I give there. Puff and bother. I heard the interview questions are asked in much more detail. Come on, does it really matter if my favorite colour is red and I love fast cars? Does it make an ounce of a difference if my father is Indian and my mother Eurasian? I’m still me right?

Yes, recently I’ve had to fill in tonnes of forms for numerous reasons and some questions just leave me baffled. Here are a few questions that made me write this blog post.

Form A

1. Name of spouse:

2. Relationship with person named above  (Although I wrote NA in question 1, I felt like writing ‘my pet’ for this question. My uncle said he would answer question 4 with ‘a master and slave relationship’. LOL

3. How long have you been married for?

4. How long have you known your partner? (IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS IF I KNEW HIM/HER SINCE I WAS IN KINDERGARDEN OR MET HIM/HER TWO YEARS AGO)

Form B

1. Name:

2. Nickname: (Was I supposed to write ’side parking’ and ‘madam puddyfoots’, nicknames my cousins gave me?)

Form C

Weight:

Height:

Dietary Supplements: (I almost wrote Viaggra here)

Hours of sleep each night: (If my mom dint stop me, I would have wrote 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12 hours, varies each day which is the truth.)

Form D

Marital status: ….. (gave a few options)

If widowed, how long ago?

Talk about insensitive. I personally never came across this question before but an aunt did.

Yeap, these are a few questions that just made me wonder if all the questions they ask are really relevant. If you ask me, some are just plain redundant.

What happen to only asking questions that are relevant or connected to what the form is being filled for? If it was a health or medical form, then questions as asked in form C would have been just fine but in this case, it was definately nothing medical related. In simpler words, some of these people are just plain busybodies who waste applicants time with redundant questions.

I remember when I went for an interview once, the interviewer asked me questions like ‘So you drive, well do you prefer to drive in the slow or fast lane?’ I guffawed at him and he laughed. Thank goodness he din’t really expect me to answer that question but that being the case, why on earth did he ask it in the first place?

Another time, when I was going for my practical piano exam and the lady examiner asked me “What colour is your piano at home?” I said ‘Er well, black’ and suprise surprise, she wrote it down and said ‘That’s wonderful’ ! I was wondering if it made a difference if I practiced on a black or brown piano and was brown piano’s not as good as black one’s. (Well, I was only 14 at that time)

A most recent weird question I was asked was in work recently where a person asked me ‘Why does your name sound like a chinese name but you look like an Indian?‘

She was curious, I get it but come on, what a question to ask someone you have never talked to in your life before. I said, my name is an English name and she asked me ‘But why, you not Indian meh?’

I told her ‘Well, your name is Susan but your a chinese.’

Then she looked at me as if I was the idiot. Her next question was ‘So you Indian or Christian?’

=_= I smiled, said both and excused myself before I wasted some sort of sarcastic remark on her, which she wouldnt have been able to understand. The people that exist out there! Some of them can really make my bulu naik (hair stand).

Coming to think of it, if I dont find it so irritating at times, it actually would be pretty funny. I’m actually laughing now, remembering more and more instances where I was asked stupid questions and the times where I actually answered stupidly back. The look on their faces was priceless.

Here’s one.

Friend A: Kate, how come your mother is so fair and white?

Me: Cause she’s Eurasian…

Friend A: Ooo what’s that?

Me: Simply put, she has ‘orang putih’ (means Causasian) blood in her?

Friend A: You mean she is American?

Me: =_= (Realized she was serious and wasnt purposely saying dumb things) Yeah and since all Americans are related, she is related to Angelina Jolie. *smiles*

Netherless to say, the girl I was talking to looked both shocked and suspicious but she nodded anyway before continuing

Friend A: How come you don’t have the same colour as her?

Me: My dad is Indian.

Friend A: Oh *She looked suprised* Mixed marriage ah?

Me: (Well, what do ya think??) Yeah, they had to get married cause my dad wanted an Angelina Jolie look alike.

Friend A: Your dad is Brad Pitt?

Unfortunately, people like Friend A here exist. I dint mean to string her along that easily but she was such an easy target. The master of all of this however, is Harvinth, a friend of mine. The crap he feeds people sometimes is just hilarious and all those people he tricked, ate every single word he said. Especially during ICC (camp). Good times.

Well, time to continue my online application. I suppose hoping that no ridiculas questions are asked anymore would be too much to ask for. Dang..

I woke up feeling beautiful.

I woke up feeling happy.

I woke up with the conscious decision that I’m going to be happy and beautiful today.

 And guess what? It worked.

Being a generally grumpy morning person, my highlight of the day is definitely not in the morning. In fact, it is a chore to even smile at 6 in the morning. It’s pure torture.

But ever since I started putting these positive thoughts in my mind, simply hard tasks like waking up bright and happy has actually begun to be possible.

It definitely isn’t easy though. The only difference is, I made the CHOICE to be positive. It’s a constant decision that has to be made every single second.

I found this good example.: A miner’s cap has a light on top of it which can only be directed in one direction. The miner has to decide where he would like to focus; the pile of dirt or the pile of gold in the mine. He can’t look at both simultaneously. He can look to and fro from the dirt an the gold but he will only end up confused.

So let’s say your the miner, which would you choose to focus on? The gold or the dirt?

Most will say ‘ Duh, the gold of course’ but in life, how many of us actually focuses on the gold? Instead most of us spend our time complaining and being generally not very happy. So despite our ‘Duh, the gold of course’ answer, we are actually most of the time focusing on the pile of dirt in our lives.

Positive focusing isn’t living a delusion that everything is bright and peachy all the time. Of course there are negative and unpleasant thing that we will encounter everyday. By having positive focusing however, we are making the conscious effort to acknowledge that there are bad things out there but at the same time CHOOSING to focus on the pleasantries in life.

Not to sound preachy but hey, no harm in giving it a try. It’s cost free and doesn’t even take up much time and the person who will benefit from it is only yourself!

We make choices everyday so, let’s all now make the choice to be happier beings and things won’t seem so hard anymore. It lies in your hands. Focus on everything pleasant for one day, just one day and you will get my point. So give it a try.

So anyways, I believed that is was time to start taking control of my life and stop letting my life and it’s circumstances take control of me.

And well, being happy and positive, generally makes you more confident (Well it did to me) and as the saying goes, confidence is sexayy!

I wore jeans with no make up today but walked with my head held high, quite honestly not that bothered with my surroundings and realized I got more stares from strangers. Being a typical teenage girl, I immediately checked my reflection to make sure nothing was out of order and nothing was. I guess I just potrayed a happy, confident girl and it was pleasant on the eyes.

I mean, personally, I would prefer to look at a happy person than a person with no expression or a sad, unhappy expression.

It’s funny how we take things like being happy for granted but thing is, it really does make a difference!

So, here is to remaining confident, beautiful and happy for a long long time.