sense of humour

God has a real sense of humour in bringing us humans down a tad or two.... he created us so that we start as kids - innocent, naive, fun, lovable, loving - all that we should always be..

then we grow up to be teenagers - mischievous brats...

youth of twenties - think we know it all, and showing off that we know it all... but we don't!

matured at thirties - or so we think, and so we behave like we are...

reality starts to set in at forties - we realise maybe we're not that smart after all, that there's much more to learn in life if we stop being smart arses...

fifties is peak of confusion and contemplation - mid life crisis hits as we get hit by a truck - the truck that says "hey you're about over the hill, so what are you going to do about it"

spirit is willing, but body is weak at sixties - you want, you know, you have, but you can't !

it would be so nice if God would create us till the thirties and forties and then we reverse and go back to the twenties - with all our experience and mistakes made - life would be such a breeze!

and twenties is where we should all stay............ supple, fresh, enthusiastic, the world at our feet!

Too Long at the Park

i started in the Playground of life... it was green, lush, pure, joyous, fun, and lots of laughs and care-free days.... footloose....

then i wanted more, and walked into the Park. Filled with rides of sorts, rollercoasters, merry go rounds, sail boats and ships.

and then there was the Carousel, round and round we go, full of colour, full of children's laughter. Clowns were everywhere - the happy faces, the red noses, the comics, the cheeky, and glimpses of tears underneath the games.

now it's sunset at the Park - weariness, glum, silence - the children have gone, the clowns have dropped the cheer, the masks are off - an air of quiet depression....

been too long at the park - I think it's time to go Home.

Happy new year

New Year's Eve was Nothing.......... but nothing is something, yet that something may be nothing... and nothing is something without anything.

anything is better than nothing..... and nothing can be anything....

ahhhh, the wonders of the English Language.

xmas tidings

wow, i seem to be the tallest of the three! they must be bending their knees or something - i am quite sure we are about the same height.

merry xmas, friends....

what a christmas

what a christmas - highs, lows, in-betweens...... what a christmas!

i can't wait for the new year - will it be high, low, in between or just ....nothing?...

what fun.....



happy 2009, everyone!

what do i want?

every woman must watch "The Women" - not only my favourite actresses (Meg Ryan, Annette Bening, Candice Bergen, Debra Messing), but so hilarious, yet so real....

amidst the laughter and tears and pain, it does make one think - what do i want?

most of us go through life doing what we think is the RIGHT thing to do.... raise a family, be a good wife, be a good mother..... that we sometimes miss out on doing what we really want!

nothing wrong with doing the right thing......

but some of us get to a point in life where we feel we have lost it - children are independent and flown the coup, husband chooses beer over wife, friends are all but gone or too busy with their families..... and we wonder where we've gone wrong.... why is it that we don't seem to have what we really want..

or do we already have what we want - the satisfaction of good motherhood.... being a great wife, the best in fact....

so why do we want more???

BORING

I am becoming a total bore again... work work work, and nothing but work. don't even have time to catch up on my dvd's, the only time i watch tv now is my sunday favourite shows.

i miss the free and easy, coffee bean hangout times, retail therapy days, having a yarn with friends... and that was only a few months' ago!

so much to do, so much that hasn't been done, and it's the twilight years now.. time seems to gallop faster as one gets older. perhaps our clocks work differently from a 20 year old..

so all you youngsters, below 30, go do what you want, work hard to achieve your goals - it is possible with youth and plenty of time ahead, plenty of energy and stamina... don't wait till you're 50! although it's not too late at 50, it certainly does slow you down a tad.

bar acquaintances

in my day, and i don't think it's any different now (becos people are still the same in behaviour and thinking patterns), people who go to a bar (or disco as it was called then), are generally out for a good time. some unlucky souls go to get drunk to drown their sorrows, but generally, everyone's there to have fun.

very few acquaintances lead to something more substantial, except that they seriously wish to get laid perhaps, or sloshed.

but once in a blue moon, one might get lucky, and depending on how one plays the cards, a real friendship could bloom..... so look out for that blue moon :) hasn't happened in my time yet...

Contemplation

do you know that it is dangerous to contemplate too much? you contemplate to the point that you can't think straight, and leads to non-verbal dialogue with yourself and others.....

a confused person is what you become, or a nut to some others.

but it's better to contemplate than to shoot off the mouth without thinking right..

but at this day and age, contemplation seems to be a stranger to most; mindless being the norm - sad!

if there was more contemplation than impulsiveness, pride and egos, and mindless banter, the world will enjoy more peace and love....

bad guy good guy

they say it's lonely at the top - how true!

you play the good guy sometimes, but most times you have to play the bad guy. bosses get you to do the dirty job of firing someone, giving warnings to buck up .....

same with the family - mum and dad will play good and bad guy, although in a well rounded family, the roles interchange depending on the situation, otherwise too much of one could be disastrous for that parent.

fat people day

gosh, i have been sooooo busy, it's been a month since i had a chance to think, hence no blogs.

but peeps, here's some wisdom - after all these years, i have finally found out when is Fat People's Day and where they meet ....... on thursdays, in Mid Valley :)

i was there some weeks ago, and no kidding, for every 10 people whom I passed, there was at least 1 fat person. and i don't mean the okay weight who claim they are overweight. these are serious elephant legs and blubber blubber. I wonder which shops they go to since even a little-bit-fat person like me can't find clothes that are big enough - let me go to MV another thursday and do some research.

check this spot out on the next change!

buzz buzz

i bet when i ask anyone "what is love", i will get totally different answers.... so subjective isn't it?

there are people you love, but can't live with... there are people you don't love, but can live with... is that confusing?

and there are people you love whom you try to unlove, but never quite succeed... you go through tunnels and bridges, seas and oceans, road and rail, but you come back to the same spot - loving this person..
and maybe when you do live with this person, you will find out that perhaps you don't love ....

moral of story - stick to loving your kids, it's simple and straightforward - whether you live with them or don't, you still love them just the same...

"I miss my old friend
i wish was here and not there,
then we could sit and talk
from dusk till dawn"

motorbike convention

there are motor car conventions, medical, dental, all sorts of conventions... all in five star hotels, poshy posh...

have you ever wondered where the motorbike conventions are held, and when? only on special days do these conventions take place..

on rainy days, underneath flyovers or bridges - the biggest convention of motorbikes, all busily convening with each other, and patiently watching the rain and waiting for the rain god to be the main speaker at their convention!

love

how do you measure love? i reckon that it's measured differently - love of a child, of a parent, of a spouse, and of a friend. which is strongest? i guess different people have different choices - to me, love of a child is deepest.

it is so sad to see families where the parents and children are estranged - what a tragedy! we have one life, and it is getting shorter by the day. let's not forget that blood is thicker than water - so let us put aside egos, arrogance, stubbornness, anger, bitterness - let us remember that family love is irreplaceable. you may think that you can go through life happily without your child or parent, but it will eat you up, and then it's too late.

gender?

i looked across the almost crowded room, and my eyes rested on a well-chiseled face, very attractive youngish man reading a book. i thought to myself "what a good looking man", and he was sitting alone! what a waste...

you can't daydream in KL - something or someone will always jam in, without invitation. so was miss so-and-so who decided she wanted me to help her with the cookies.

when i looked back to the hunky dory again, alas, to my utter dismay, it was a lady!
unless this man has boobs!

why do some women dress like men, have male hairstyles, and sit like men!

time time time

someone said there should be 30 hours a day... it would be nice, wouldn't it? so done much more can be achieved.
yet...........

the more we have, the more we want, the more we want, the harder we work to get it, the harder we try, the less time we have, the less time we have, the more time we want...... sounds like a vicious cycle? chasing our own tail?

so i won't want more hours - i just want more quality - quality friends, quality time, quality life...

i've been wondering what punchline funnies to blog - been a bit flat recently - but alas, still no funnies! any suggestions?

calling all philosophers

here's a poser for anyone who cares enough to pitch in their thoughts :

during the day, life goes on at a pace we probably just move on high speed, with little time to think. is that the reason why, come nightfall, the demons of the mind come out to play. any and all negative, depressing, panicking thoughts loom in front of you, and just tears away the fragments of logic and reason.

or is it just some who have these masochistic panic, depressive manic mind-plays?

oh to be young

when you're young, you're a daredevil - nothing scares you, you're invincible!

God made 12 hours of light, and 12 hours of night, so that one can work and do stuff in the light, then wind down and rest in the night. But youngsters think it's the other way around. they go out late in the night and don't go home to sleep till the break of dawn. Some others even think they are superheroes - they go out late at night, come home at the break of dawn, wake up with everyone else in the morning, and go about the day's activities, thinking they need little or no sleep!

after all, when one is young, diseases and health problems don't register .... life's a ball...

i was there once, so I understand, but I certainly didn't party on till the break of dawn!

Beautiful Malaysia

If anyone of you says that we don't live in a beautiful country, look again... we are not only multiracial, but multi coloured, multi creative, multi lingual.... i mean, anyone who keeps shouting sodomy must be beautiful.

if you look around you, we have very colourful trees - green, brown, bone dry, arm-less because some council people decided they didn't like the long, sexy branches, and skinny malnourished ones who have been put on the road by nurseries who had starved them until someone bought them.

if you walk around town, even the humble, simple garbage gets to be part of beautiful Malaysia. i mean, where else in the world would you find multicoloured garbage strewn around different corners of the streets - black, blue, white bags, big, small, full, half-empty after being torn apart by cats, dogs and rats who couldn't resist the attractive presentations. if one takes the trouble to walk around and check them out, one will find that it almost looks like some person, in the middle of the night, walks around the streets, organising these garbage bags so that there is not an empty spot in strategically located areas. what creativity of road design....

oh yes, and we can't forget the drivers - multi creative, multi polite - they have to rush around, zig zagging around others, jumping queues and lights, squeezing into two inches of space, and get off the road quickly to prevent a traffic jam. you see, the more cars that get home faster, the less traffic is left on the road to create a jam - great justification for what some of us call reckless and inconsiderate driving, right? we should thank them, shouldn't we? even if they give us a heart attack and high blood pressure in the meantime.

now I know why I love my country - don't you?

is it, is it not, is it?

when i was very young and naive, i used to think that a girl who was raped deserves to be, because she was either promiscuous with her dressing, or her behaviour. today, we are grown up and wiser and know better.

just because a girl dresses well, and if she has some chest and wants to show it, why not? it's God's gift so it is no crime to show it. why should MCPs think that she is inviting trouble? why can't they look at their own breed who is sex-hungry and takes advantage of these girls?

and to take the cake, our own home-grown politician (who isn't very young and naive) blames the ever plain school uniform as a lure! will someone please take him to the optician to correct his eyesight and brain sight, and then give him some real education about what is lewd and what is just plain or attractive!!

he would be very happy if his daughter wears the steel armour then.