Mills’ Bar Room Brawl

A week ago, i posted an entry which discussed the Satanic Verses in the Quran, but i felt my readers weren’t completely ready for it yet, so i deleted that entry.

I refuse to put my butt in such a controversial discussion.

Last week i received an email by Shahnawi, asking me to repost it.

And also several emails asking me to update my blog because apparently, their livelihood depend on it. Hehehe.

Thanks for the ego boost guys!

Lacking of things to write (yeah, my life officially sucks), i stayed away from blogging. You would roll over and die if u know what i’ve been up to everyday.

I don’t look good now so i refuse to take pictures anymore.

Which kinda explain why my profile was only viewed 400 times this month.

What a tragedy.

When i had relationship problems and i let it all out on my blog 4 months ago, i had as high as 900 views.

Now that everything has return to normal, only 400 people gave two hoots.

Everybody loves a tragedy.

I attended my colleague’s wedding last Saturday, taking me away from my ‘happening’ weekend that i so look forward to each time i clocked in at 9 a.m on Monday morning.

I don’t know about any of you, but wedding aren’t something i look forward to.

Not only because i’m completely weirded out by the ‘Yaaaaaaam Seeeeeng’ sessions in Chinese wedding, but weddings make me feel depress.

The way i look at it, if you’re there with your boyfriend, you would silently wish you’re the bride, walking around the hall like the Queen of the World.

And if you are dateless, then you would feel so alone, like a leper.

And the songs that they play at weddings don’t help much either.

Here’s a list of songs that they played that day that made me feel melancholic :

1. Shania Twain - From this moment (pffft)

2. Elvis - Love Me Tender

3. Elvis - Can’t Help Falling in Love

Then it got me thinking.

Love is not the only reason to make a lifelong commitment to one another.

Yes, it’s a valid reason but not the only reason.

Last week i read a book entitled ‘The God of Small Things’, a book by first time writer, Arundhati Roy (which book won the coveted Booker Prize in 1997, by the way).

One character in the book died, and his wife wept for days.

People around her asked, why would she cry for a husband who kicked and beat her with pots and pans?

Shouldn’t she feel liberated?

Could it be possible that she loved him unconditionally in spite of it all?

It wasn’t because of love that made her cry but rather because she was so used to having the husband around, beating her up in his usual drunken rage. It was her comfort zone.

The writer is right. Men are creatures of habit.

It’s amazing the degree of tolerance and the sort of shit we would put up with just to stay in the comfort zone.

Anyways, i bought a book by Kiran Desai, this year’s Booker Prize winner.

YAY!

I’m thinking of starting my ‘New Thing To Do This Week’ thingy.

Perhaps this week i’ll check out what happen when u mix Mentos with Coke.

I’ll post some pix up next week!

I’m a simple woman, really.

I SUCK AT MATH.

I used to love shoes.

I enjoy a good book on a Friday night. Maybe also a cup of overpriced coffee.

I love listening to Indonesian rock outfits. Everybody knows that.

I practise yoga whenever i could find the time. Usually before i go to bed and when i wake up in the morning.

I blog too whenever i could. People who knows me think i write my thoughts better and when i blog, i’m a different person altogether. Those who doesn’t know me from Adam enjoy my blunt approach to life and the honesty some of the entries tell.

I love literature. A deep, profound book about the hardship of life, faith and an epic journey are always my preference.

I also love Indian authors better than English novelist.

I try not to be yet another ‘plastic’.

I wish to be well versed in theology. Somehow i feel our education system should implement religion lessons other than islamic studies from primary level. It helps to shape young minds to practise tolerance. Then there would not be any racial slurs like ‘Cina makan babi’, ‘Melayu bodoh’, or ‘hindu pariah’.

I wish to see more inter-racial groups at mamak stalls.

I love partying once in a while, but my whole life does not depend on it.

I enjoy intellectual debate, particularly on religion.

I DO NOT ENJOY POLITICS. IT CONTRADICTS MY ENTIRE BELIEF SYSTEM. ALSO, I DON’T HAVE THE BRAIN FOR IT.

I question who is to blame when i see young Malay boys cycling around the island at 3 a.m in the morning.

Definitely the parents.

I have to add this. You only see young Malay boys on the road 5 hours past bed time.

They are not well-brought up.

And to have an "Oxford" University graduate promoting Mat-Rempitism (after the flag burning incident that could lead to violent protest) made Malaysian laugh. And to think that i used to think he’s hot a year ago.

You start to question if Malays are fit to rule our nation in the first place.

Especially when Sultan of Johor made headlines for his 50 years too late ‘anti-colonialism’ speech.

"In his address the Ruler, who was clad in a T-shirt, said he would not “give face” (bagi muka) to the foreigners (Mat Sallehs) and urged the people not to hold them in high regard. 

He also reminded locals and their children to be wary of them as they were “vultures”." - The Star Online.