A HAIRY GUY, A SKINNY GUY AND TWO FAT LADIES

What were a hairy guy, a skinny guy and two fat ladies doing at the waterfall?

Picnic lah. What were you thinking?

I went for a short trip to Chamang. Before you go, HUH? Where the hell is that? This was exactly my reaction when I was invited to join Yabba (the hairy guy), Tan (the skinny guy) and Wang Loi (needless to mention) to Chamang waterfalls.

Nope. It is not anywhere near Chiengmai or Vietnam or Thailand, it is in very our country, situated in Raub, Pahang.

I notice I haven’t been posting anything on trips lately coz I haven’t been to any till this one.

Chamang Waterfall

WY, CK, Ms Lactose and Bee Stung Lips were off to conquer Mount Kinabalu without me last weekend. Sob. Sob. But then, I was relieved that I didn’t go to Kota Kinabalu after I read the warning clause in the itinerary:

Those with hypertension, kidney problems, heart ailments, backache problems, asthma, obesity, and other health problems are advised not to attempt to scale the mountain, without seeking medical advice from physicians.

Having two out of the many ailments listed, it would be best for me to stay home than to get myself killed in the mountain.

Chamang is situated in Raub, Pahang.. (I have mentioned that, haven’t I?). It took us only an hour to get there via Karak Highway to Bentong, Pahang. When I asked TKB, one of my readers, what not to be missed while in Bentong, without hesitation, he said, wild life delicacies (Ant eaters, tigers, fox, snakes, tortoise, etc). The only wild life I would probably consume is the wild boar. Anything other than that, I don’t eat. I am a Chinese, but don’t eat like one (Chinese are well known for eating any mortals that walk/crawl with their backs facing the sky).

Fusion of Man-Made Bridge and Nature

The River Runneth Over

White Flowers

Definitely not as breathtaking as Niagara Falls, I think the waterfall in Taiping is much better compare to this one in Chamang. Due to rainy season, the water was murky. However, many people still throng the place, bringing their families to have a nice picnic and to enjoy a cool dip in the murky water. So, if you would like to go there, find a sunny day.

The four of us joined the crowd. We went for a short jungle trekking, trying to pull some funny stunts on the canopy walk, enjoying nature at its own, went for a dip in the waters, joked about old times and ate junkfood.

Mr Ant on Dried Leaves

Canopy Walk

After basking in the sun and get ourselves some sun burn (not sun tan), we headed home, but not before pigging on a scrumptious lunch of steamed fish with ginger, roast duck, stirred fried vegetables, hokkien char in claypot and seaweed soup at a C-rated (not very clean by the Ministry of Health’s standard) local restaurant. As long as the food is good, who gives a shit about cleanliness.

Food of the Gods

LOVE OF A LIFETIME

Love of A Lifetime

How do you know that you have loved a person your entire lifetime?

You think of him the very moment before you close your eyes when you go to bed at night.

You think of him the very moment you open your eyes when you wake up in the morning.

You wonder whether he had a good night sleep the night before, and hope that he had dreamt of you the way you have dreamt of him.

You wish you never woke up from your slumber whenever you were with him in a dream.

You think of millions of ways to help him, without him asking.

Every scent, movie, noise, song, moment, walk, little gestures, etc reminds you of him.

You secretly pray that he would find happiness in every walk in his daily life.

Every sip of coffee in the morning reminds you that you are still alive, and that person is still being loved.

This is how much I miss him. This is how much I had loved and will always love him. This is how much he matters to me, even when he had chosen to remain oblivious about it. This is how I could love him when he refuses to acknowledge my love. This is all I could do to respect his wishes, feeling content to have loved him from afar.

This is all I have given, to love him a lifetime.

AQUARIUS WOMAN

The Water Bearer

Having too much time in hand, I read through this junk mail about the zodiac signs of both men and women. I think this is written by an Ah Beng or Ah Lian – the English grammar sucks. I have amended some of grammatical errors (Yes – I am THAT free in office today) to prevent heart attacks among English teachers.

Funny. I was totally bewildered by the accuracy of the description of myself. Okay.. about 80% is right.

If you are in love with a woman of this sign, be prepared to be very happy or very sorry. She is a very busy person with her own matters similar to a guy of this zodiac sign. She is able to live by herself without any guys in her life, a very strong person indeed.

Not because she does not have a dream guy, but if she cannot find such person, so what. Because she thinks she could do anything that a man can do. She is a leader, a real confident type. She likes to do things by herself, such as serving herself, opening the door herself. Because she thinks waiting for a helping hand is a waste of time, and she is not patient enough to wait around for that. If she starts to ask you out, do not think she starts to flirt with you, but because she thinks it is a waste of time to wait
for you to be the one who asked.

She adores COOL guys, who sometimes act as if he is ignoring her, in order for him to show his cockiness and confidence. She likes to guess her man's reaction, but at the same time she likes having many men wanting her. She is a daring type who could just do things differently from her peers. She dares to fight for what she thinks belonged to her.

Although she acts confident, she mostly feels lonely and alone. If she breaks up with someone, she won't show any emotions even if deep down inside her is swelling with pain and agony. Not for long she will come back to be the same old cheery and merry self again, because she looks at the world positively and has faith in love.

She has more male friends than female friends, so do not get jealous if you are dating her. She could be slightly jealous herself, but she hates a jealous guy. She loves "Freedom", so before and after marriage, her freedom has to be the same. She likes you to trust her, even if she does not trust you anyhow.

She likes to be the one who is "Right", so if you argue with her, let her win if it is not a big deal if a subject for you. She is a straight-forward type, so if she does not love you anymore, she will just tell you straight to your face. Her love and relationship are always real, so if she say "It's over" be prepare to leave, she is not testing you.

She is not a vulnerable type, so do not have to worry about her, she will survive by herself. If she is with you when you are sick, she will certainly take good care and look after you, even looking after you means dropping everything at hand. Do not keep secrets from her, she hates it and would piss her badly. When she is sad, be understanding. When she is happy, be happy with her, she likes that.

You will not get bored with this type of girl. Close friends of hers will know that deep down beneath that confident and cold hearted aquarian woman, she is just as fragile as any other woman. She is a fun, talkative person and she likes to tease you. Do not let she talk alone, if you do so, she will leave.

She juggles many jobs at the same time because she believes what a man can do, she can do it too. If you want her to work for you, forget it. When she is in love, she would just drop everything at hand just to come to see you, but not for long, she will be seriously back at work again. Prepare to live and love with a "Working Woman" then you will be just fine.

If she is mad at you, find a shelter for the "Hurricane" is here! Her bad temper will last very shortly though. She is not a vengeful type and will not think of "Pay Back" time. Most people might think of her as "One of the blokes", but in fact she is a 100% woman. She is easily hurt, so be nice to her. If she really loves you, then you are one helluva lucky bastard alive because she is an honest, truthful and will never bore you. Bear the understanding that sometimes she will be over confident and like to act bossy.

YOU SOUND LIKE MY MOTHER

Mother-to-be?

-----Original Message-----
From: Gina
Sent: 24 March 2005 2:50 PM
To: Ann
Subject: mother

Do I ever sound anything like your mother?

Coz I am beginning to sound like a lot of ppl's mothers – WY’s, Sugar's.

----- Original Message -----
From: Ann
To: Gina
Sent: Thursday, March 24, 2005 2:53 PM
Subject: RE: mother

Nolah. My mother also tak meleter* me. hahahhahahahha

* Translation: My mother never nags at me.

-----Original Message-----
From: Gina
Sent: 24 March 2005 2.54 PM
To: Ann
Subject: mother

@#$%^&*

While talking to WY on subject of kitchen ….

WY: My sisters are very particular. You have to separate the dishes accordingly. Cannot simply put altogether.. meat one side, vegetables on the other.. blah blah blah

Self: What difference does it make? Once the food is cook, when you eat them, everything will be jumbled up in one stomach. Why do you need to separate the dishes?

WY: You sound like my mother! Exactly!

While talking to Sugar today on religion …

Sugar: The manager was meditating when I went to her room just now.

Self: What is her purpose of meditation? She is totally irresponsible in office, causing unnecessary inconvenience to fellow colleagues.

Sugar: Yeah lah. Not every religious person is nice or good.

Self: That is why now, I have made up my mind not to go to churches or attend anymore dharma talks. What we need to do now, do everything good and right. I don’t need a religion to tell me to be good.

Sugar: Yes, but when you are in deep trouble, you still need God to help you.

Self: I worship only one god now – MONEY. With money you can do anything… ANYTHING, my friend!

Sugar: You sound like my mother!

Sigh. Looks like I will remain single for a long, long time... longer than I expected. Probably, forever.

TILL DEATH DO US PART?

Last Saturday, I went to see an old friend who is in need of a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. After months wallowing in the depths of despair, she came out from the dark to share her story.

She is now in the midst of a divorce proceeding. The reason: a third party. Her best friend of 10 years and husband of 5 years, claimed that all he wanted was a wife and not another mother.

Who would think that the husband, being a filial son-in-law and a religious person who always pray and meditate as soon as he gets home from work, never missed a single home cooked dinner, taking vows of the 5 prohibitions (Buddhist – womanizing, smoking, gambling, drinking, wandering thoughts) would do this to his wife?

Is this how a husband should treat a wife who had all these years, being the pillar of strength in their modest household? Can someone just fall out of love, in a blink of an eye?

Like the Cantonese saying goes, “Eat slipper’s rice” (Meaning: Dependent on the women/wife/girl friend to bring in the dough) , the husband has been in and out of jobs. Not because of his lack of paper qualification, he was just unlucky in business. His partners cheated on him numerous times. He almost gave up hope. The wife, unconditionally, took over his responsibilities in providing for the family: taking care of the needs of his old parents, himself and struggling to make ends meet.

The wife, helped him to raise a capital for him to start a business anew, he was all set to Kuala Lumpur to look for opportunity. Instead of starting a new business, he started an affair and made a brainless 23 year old kampung girl pregnant, who naively thought that she ended up with a golden tortoise (Cantonese: Rich husband) The husband is fond of telling people that he is a rich man.

In the whole of 5 years together, the mother-in-law who always sided the wife whenever there is an argument between the husband and wife, began to side the son. She had conveniently forgotten who is the one who feed them when they are hungry, gave them clothes when they are cold, and put the roof above their heads to shelter them from rain and shine.

It disheartened me that my close friend of 16 years would end up in this state. Not only marrying a stray and unappreciative husband, but also left and scorned by her own parents-in-law who used to love her. She has nothing wrong, dutifully played the role of a wife.. part of the reason, would be probably she is just barren.

The husband, secretly arrange a wedding reception with the second wife even without his own parent’s knowledge (at the bride’s expenses) and now, given birth to a child out-of-wedlock early January, without even executing any papers to divorce the former wife. From this description, we all know, it is so obvious that someone is doing things using the lower head near his groin.

My friend is thankful that she is out of the gut and being able to stand up once again. She learnt who are her closest friends during the time when help is mostly needed. Thankfully, good karma comes to those who did good. She is a kind person to almost anyone who knew her. So, all her friends supported her fully and some of them even offered help without her asking.

I hope things would turn out to be okay for her. What I admire most about her is her ability to laugh in the times of trouble, not dwelling in her sorrows and a calm mind to accept things she cannot change. No doubt, it would take a long, long time to heal the wounds in her heart, I guess positive outlook towards life is the key to keep on living.

I felt a tinge of bitterness in her eyes whenever she talked about the traveled rocky roads in her life and yet able to flicker a warm smile, in order not to let singletons like me to loose hope in the sanctity of a marriage.

I pray that God would give her strength to face challenges of a new day, and let her see small miracles in her daily walk in this new chapter of her life.

TRULY MALAYSIAN

Sepet - The Movie

I have been reading about Sepet, the controversial Malaysian movie way before it was released on the silver screen via the director’s blog, Yasmin Ahmad. I accidentally stumbled upon it while setting up Flickr.

I am a movie freak, but I do not simply watch any movies, even if it is for free, unless I really have nothing better to do. I don’t watch garbage in the cinema (Read: Hong Kong movies, especially the ones with Miriam Yeung, trying too hard to be funny).

After raving reviews by my movie confidante and ex boss, I could not contain my curiosity any longer and dragged Ann along to One Utama on Monday night.

I was worried I might be expecting too much from the movie, due to too much reading, exposure, reviews and comments from friends that I would find it an utter let down.

It was the contrary.

I like the fact, that this is NOT just another Malay movie. It is a MALAYSIAN movie – something that all Malaysians can identified with.

The languages conversed were in Mandarin, Peranakan, English, Malay and Chinese local dialects of Hokkien and Cantonese, which I could understand perfectly without reading subtitles. The advantage of being raised in a Hokkien family, having Cantonese speaking friends, studying in TAR College (Mandarin), and learning English and Malay back in school, finally paid off.

It intelligently addresses the touchy issues of the multi-racial problems, the many things that we remained tight-lip about in this so-called democratic country, subtly debating on issues which supposedly to be taboo or sensitive, the real social ills, etc. (It was unfortunate that they have snipped off the crucial parts – I think, reading about a movie before watching proved to be worthwhile).

The movie left us with warm fuzzy feeling inside and provoke deep thinking on how judgmental we all have been, wishing that it could be as simple as our forefathers to accept other races than it is for us today.

Two thumbs up for the movie. A-definite-must watch.

SENTIMENTS - PROLOGUE

Garfield Starsign Mug

sentiment
n 1: tender, romantic, or nostalgic feeling or emotion 2: a personal belief or judgment that is not founded on proof or certainty.

This will be a series of stories about something I cherish, no matter how insignificant these might be to some people, they will not go unnoticed in this life. Be it a thing, a memorabilia, an old newspaper cutting, a photo, a person, an animal, etc.

This was given to me on my 19th birthday by Snow and my other room mate, CN. At that point of time, like other late teens, I liked Garfield and Forever Friends teddy bears, just like the late teens now, Power Puff girls.

I liked it because of the description inside the mug, fits me, except for the last sentence. I only borrow money from my sister and I always pay her back.. if I remember.

This One is a Revolutionary. The Aquarian is Inventive, Original and Very Unconventional. Don’t let this person borrow money.

It has been with me for 10 years now, braving the ups and downs when I was staying out on my own, alongside with me to console me with a rich cup of milo-coffee, while I battled off bitchy bosses (two bitches out of 12 jobs), holding my hot drinks every morning while I scan through the papers or read some junk mails in the office, etc.

It has served me well, and I better print this before it breaks.

CHEAP HOLIDAYS, ANYONE?

Taken For Cheap Rides?

For those who are planning to travel with MAS Golden Holidays, please think 100x before you do so.

At the MAS Travel Fair a month ago, a fellow stranger (Ms Mangkok* - she is a friend of Ms Lulu*, who is a friend of CK’s) helped us to book tickets to Sarawak, costing us only RM337 nett per person inclusive of accommodation for a 3D2N trip. We were as happy as larks when we managed to secure the Kuching trip at such a cheap rate.

However, our bliss was short lived last week, when we were told that the 12 of us are going on 3 separate flights. To add to the ridicule, the ones going there earlier, would have to come back the latest on the last day and the ones going there latest on the first day, would come back earliest on the last day. So much so for a cheap air fair, we endured the non-sensible arrangement by MAS or probably, our organizers.

To our horror, our hotels have not been confirmed and, only the four of us managed to get accommodation while the eight of them would have to wait further, or given an option to stay in another hotel for RM30 extra per night.

Being in the group (4 per group) that has been confirmed accommodation, I was instructed to pay on behalf of the group in order to secure the booking. I was told by Ms Lulu last Tuesday to go to the MAS building from Monday to Friday during office hours and was reminded sternly that they are not opened on weekends and to pay before 14 March, noon.

I dungu-ly followed instructions without checking the time of office hours and walked the entire 20 minutes under the hot sun from my office to MAS building last Friday. When I reached MAS office, I was fuming (not because of sweating in the sun) as I saw the glass door printed clearly with their operations hour:

Saturdays – Open from 9.00 a.m. to 12.30 p.m.

“Never mind”, I consoled myself, “All for the sake of cheap tickets.”

I waited one hour there and they managed to entertain only 4 persons. Couldn’t afford to wait any longer, I got a confirmation from front desk that the office will be opened every Saturday for half day. I walked back to my office with empty hands and stomach (as I missed my lunch), and surpassed my lunch hour by 30 minutes.

I faithfully went to MAS Building again on Saturday morning and this time, I was prepared. I brought along a book to read. As I was being numbered 16, I patiently waited for my turn. Indeed, they served only 4 people in an hour. Is this an ISO standard procedure or what?

When my queuing number was up, I went to the counter. Another shocking news ensued. I was given the option to pay for the tickets and accommodation but I cannot collect tickets on that day itself. I would have to wait for the other eight persons to pay first before I could collect all the tickets at one go, as our booking for 12 people was made on one invoice.

I reasoned why would I pay now, should the other 8 are not going, I would be left with 3 men (2 of them are total strangers to me – friends of Ms Mangkok). Ahem. Not that I am complaining....but the idea of travelling without the intended group – CK and Ms Lactose saddens me.

Then, she dropped the bomb. I may extend the payment date to coincide with the other 8 people if I wanted to.

I was so furious that I could boil an egg just by putting it on my forehead.

First of all, MAS Golden Holidays sucks BIG TIME. Secondly, the organizers are bunch of dim wits. And thirdly, I blame myself for being so stupid for following misguided instructions blindly.

Utterly frustrated beyond words, I complained to Ms Lactose and she vowed to take things over from that Saturday onwards.

As consumers, we are entitled to make demands.

Why are we placed on three separate flights when we booked the tickets all at the same time? (I thought the front liner said, booking of 12 people was made on one invoice).

Why were CK, myself, Ms Lactose and Boon Seong, being separated on two different flights?

Why did the MAS staff give us different instructions? Not knowing their own office hours is a clear indication on how these people work.

Why are the 12 of us being put up in 3 separate hotels?

Why do we even trust people with substandard organizing skills to organize this trip at the first place?

When you think of flying with MAS Golden Holiday, please think again… and again and again.

It is a golden holiday alright. Time is Gold. I wasted 3 hours in MAS office for the standardize service of four people per hour (I was lucky because some numbers had been skipped due to too long waiting time), one hour of driving to and fro from my house and 40 minutes walking under the hot sun.

Yabba told me his disappointing experience with MAS Golden Holidays. Last year, he planned a trip to Langkawi and booked his flights with MAS Golden Holidays two months in advance. However, when he called to make payment within the time frame to pay, he was told that the tickets were all taken up.

Like the saying goes, “Cheap things no good, good things no cheap.”.. and MAS, stands for Mana Ada Standard/System.

* Names have been changed to protect the clowns.

HOUSE HUNTING FOR DUMMIES

Dream House

I am now in my warming-up mode to get a place. The bad news is, I will still be moving in with my parents and stick insect sister (S.I.S) . Good news is, SIS is going to share the loan payment, and to do all my laundry and cleaning in the house (since she mention I can’t take proper care of myself. Hey – I lived alone for four whole years and my housemates never complained!)

Recently, a good friend, YCF bought a townhouse in Cheras. Being a prudent and meticulous person as she is well known for, after consultation with her company lawyers, she came out with useful pointers to be considered before buying a house. Being the usual busy body, I myself decided to find out on how to save in terms of interests and insurance for the house.

(1) Freehold or leasehold

A friend who just bought a leasehold house, regretted buying it. He bought it with an intention to stay in this house due to the short distance to his work place. However, less than 6 months down the road, he had a better offer elsewhere and now facing problem selling it off.

(2) Commercial or Residential development

If it is a commercial land, the developer has the right to develop it further into commercial area. Preferably to get a land for residential purpose.

(3) Non Bumi/Bumi Lots

Sometimes, the non-bumi and bumi lot can be interchangeable should the master title has not been obtained. So, avid believers of feng shui, may opt for better feng shui located house.

(4) Housing Development Act, 1966 (HDA, 1966)

Those housing projects governed under HDA, 1966 will be subjected to Schedule H of the said act. (Please see under “borang-borang dan perlesenan”). One of the ruling, for instance, initial down payment for a house is fixed at 10%. If it is not governed under HDA, then the developer has the right to set their own rulings, for instance, charging 5% down payment instead of the normal 10%.

The Sale and Purchase Agreement under HDA is standard and therefore, less time required to go through the S&P thoroughly.

(5) MRTA

It is NOT compulsory to buy MRTA. MRTA kicks in when the house owner kick the bucket and this would indirectly help to finance the house for free.

We may opt for investment linked insurance or term life insurance as a substitute for MRTA.

The argument is that, when we buy a second house, we will need to buy another MRTA. We might as well buy an insurance product, in the long run, we could have protection and some returns from the policy, rather than burning off some unnecessary money on MRTA with no returns.


(6) Loan

It is advisable to take a FIXED INTEREST RATE housing loans. With the BLR + interest, the amount of interest would fluctuate due to inflation and the increase in interest rate would eat into the time value of your money.

However, you will need to come up with at least 15% to 20% initial down payment should you want to obtain a fixed interest rate loans.

* Kindly note that this is merely an opinion from an individual house buyer. The blogger holds no responsibilities in the event of a mismanagement/misuse of these information.

ALIENSKIN

Alienskin: Hi
rainKisses^: Please say something interesting, or I am leaving.
Alienskin: 26/m/kl
rainKisses^: You call that interesting??

This is how I got to know James in IRC eons ago. As you can see, I am one helluva bitch with a stick perpetually stuck in my ass.

I couldn’t remember the entire conversation though and the numerous conversations after that. We met after two weeks.

He was wary about meeting a net friend after a traumatizing episode with mangoes. (Something to do with the date: home-cooked food, something comfortable, jazzy music, lavender aromatherapy, trying to feed him with sliced mangoes using a fork, fake migraine, etc… well, you get the picture).

He was worried that I might do the same psychotic stuffs to him. Of course I didn’t. He looked like my dead uncle, for Christ’s sake.

On the other hand, I was suffering from an acute inferiority complex. Worried that he might not like me when he sees me, we made a pack.

If we don’t like each other’s face – we will go for chicken rice near my college - so, I could cry for help if need be, or go catch a movie – so we don’t have to talk.

We did neither.

We ended up having popiahs, char kueh teow, grilled fish, etc in Desa Setapak together with my room mate and my other net friend who showed up uninviting, and had a blast.

Later, we went to fetch Ann, No. 1 fan, and hit the Roof, Bangsar. We chatted till wee hours in the morning – and went back home – and chatted again on the internet till 6 a.m.

This friendship lasted eight years.

It is truly a blessing to have him as a friend.

Happy Birthday, James.

TRACES OF LOVE

Good Bye

Boy:

Faded photograph, covered now with lines and creases
Tickets torn in half, memories in bits and pieces
Traces of love, long ago that didn't work out right
Things we used to share, souvenirs of days together
The ring she used to wear, pages from an old love letter

Girl:

Traces of love, long ago that didn't work out right
Traces of love, with me tonight.
I close my eyes and say a prayer
That in his heart, he'll find a trace of love still there, somewhere
Traces of hope in the night that he'll come back and
dry these traces of tears from my eyes.

From the author of In Every Heart, There is a Room

CAN I HAVE YOUR KIDNEY?

A friend in need

When I was 11 years old, my uncle succumbed to kidney failure (both) and resorted to the dialysis machine every 3 days in a week. Whenever he comes home from the dialysis, he would lose his appetite and vomited… almost the entire day, feeling tired and sick.

He wanted to take drastic measure by getting a donated kidney and get on with his ordinary life. We scouted around for next-of-kin who would be willing and suitable to give a kidney to him.

My mother was the first to volunteer. She underwent a few tests to determine before she was found to be the perfect donor. Then, the entire family hesitated, even my uncle, because, should anything happened to my uncle, as he was in dire state, and passed on, my mom would be left with only one kidney the rest of her life.

Then, I told my mother to let uncle have my kidney instead, being reason that I was younger and healthier. You might think that I was young and probably still dumb, but I was nevertheless, compassionate. My mom was touched and speechless. She gently dismissed my expression of great love to my uncle at such a tender age. I bit my lips in order not to shed a tear to show how serious I was.

My uncle went to India for his kidney transplant. He died the next day due to heart failure, not organ rejection. We were all devastated as he was our one and only uncle, one and only brother of my mom’s family, one and only man left in the household. And he had left us for good. God bless his soul.

As I see it, I wonder how many of us would be willing to give a kidney or part of our body to a dear friend, a relative or a stranger even, in order to save life.

For me, I wouldn’t hesitate one bit, as I have signed up with the National Kidney Foundation to donate all my organs should I kicked the bucket suddenly.

I posted this blog out of anger actually. The management of my Company has gone mad and assigned all staff (not only the sales and marketing staff, even the clerks also kena) to recruit at least 10 new members for credit cards by the end of this month. Being someone popular and surrounded with different sets of friends, you might think, 10 is sub sub sui. (Cantonese: Easy job). But NOoooOOOOoooOO.

Excuses, excuses, excuses

Friend A: Sorry. I don’t want to have another card in my purse. Sorry dear.

(You can keep them in your house? DUH?)

Friend B: It is annoying to cancel the card when you don’t need it. More cards, more trouble.

(It is only a fax away. DUH)


Friend C: I will sign up if you climb Kinabalu with me.

(Are you going to pay for the expenses for the people to carry me up there as I don’t want to scale the slope? DUH. *they charge by the kilos – I was told)

Friend D: What freebies they provide? No freebies ah? Only 2 years’ waiver? What for?

(Nothing in this world comes free. DUH)

Period.

I didn’t even ask them to use the card. I didn’t even ask them to mail the application form themselves to the company. I didn’t even ask them for their kidneys. Just a simple, small, miniscule, tiny, inny, weenee, favor for me to meet my quota.

Well, can’t blame them. They have their own issues. They have their own principles. A friend has to respect each other’s decisions no matter how crappy they are.

But should any of these so called friends are in need of a kidney, I wouldn’t hesitate to give them mine.

Sorry lah. Was damn irrationally frustrated when I wrote this. Didn't know this post would end up like this.