He didn’t make the cut.

I don’t know whether I’m being mean by saying that I’m quite relieved that He is not coming here to work but somehow, Him going on about how He had His heart set on this place just makes me feel *ugh*. (Pity trips aren’t all that fun, y’know.)

I wonder why He didn’t get it though. O’well, He didn’t even bother to know (when I asked about it). Probably the truth might hurt too much for Him.

Ah, c’est la vie!

Dear Prime Minister and to everyone else concerned,

I would really appreciate it in the near future if you keep people like me in mind when you decide to increase fuel prices several times in the span of six months. By people like me, I mean people who don’t have fancy cars sponsored by the companies they work for or by other people (namely taxpayers like myself); people who have to go grocery shopping every week and cringe at the prices displayed; people who don’t have five- or even four-figure salaries, people whom you call upon to continuously save up money; people who voted you into power and the very same people who pay your monthly wage.

This price increase is what you call cutting back on expenses for your annual budget. I can understand. We all need to cut cost. Do you know that I have not gone shopping in months? That my last coffee was courtesy of the company and came in a 3-in-1 packet? That I have resorted to buying cheap (RM2.99 per box) of water crackers and eating them with a can of equally cheap (RM2.99 per can) tuna for lunch? Never mind, I tell myself. I’ll lose weight. It’s a good perk.

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I managed to get a few things done over the weekend while in Singapore. There was the BBQ, a badminton match, 12 laps of swimming at Nil’s place, lots of sleeping plus purchasing our tickets to Sydney. (Oh yes. Note to self: I owe Nil RM750 for the plane ticket.)

Next weekend I’ll be down there again and this time, I’m going to check out Sim Lim Centre (looking around for techie stuff and phones too) plus off to Spotlight to get some beads for my first DIY earring project.

There is something about Singapore that I really like (no offense Malaysia) and it has nothing to do with its people or its government BUT everything to do with location and weather. The breeze. Singapore is a windy country. At least where I’ve been staying every time I go down, that is. There is something about swimming in a pool where the water surface is constantly rippling because of the breeze. There is something about pants/blouses/hair fluttering in the cool evening air.

Anyway, I’m hoping to get enough energy, interest and time to blog properly again. There are a couple of reviews on delay. *ugh*

*chants to self*

MUSTBLOGAGAIN. MUSTBLOGAGAIN.

I don’t think so. More like a reflection of the ‘evil’ in all of us.

Seriously.

People have lost their ability to rationalize and talk things through diplomatically. Instead, we have come a point in time where every single right or wrong point has to be made with the use of a sword, at the expense of others, at the expense of humanity…at the expense of what makes us a worthy species of design by God Himself.

A comic strip led to the outpour of protest. As days passed, the protest became violent. People lost their jobs. Their homes. Their lives. The very same people who came from the country that started it all begin to wonder.

What is really going on here? I just don’t get it. Protests over cartoons are fine but loss of property, jobs and lives over a caricature? HUHHHHH?

Back at home, 300 good people have lost their jobs because of a mistake. Others have had to stay at home filled with worry for two weeks.

Over a bunch of caricatures.

Now we get a ‘crusader‘ plus a couple of other wannabe-heroes of society going around championing “sensitivity onto others” and calling for justice, action and, IMHO, blood. All over a satirical one panel cartoon that poked fun at the stupidity of it all. People’s jobs are at risk and they sit, gloating with every petty victory while ignoring the real crux of the matter.

People have failed to laugh at themselves, learn from their mistakes (and the mistake of others) and move on with life.

I used to think that people were created in the image of God; that people were capable of rationalization, consideration, and understanding; that people were open-minded and forward thinking. These past few days have told me otherwise.

Honestly, we are no better than animals, if not worse. At least they fight over food.

We?

We fight over comics.

Sad, huh?

(For my take on the ‘Danish caricature’ issue, you can refer to this post. Otherwise, please don’t tell me how all this is an insult to the Muslim community. I’ve heard enough. WE NEED TO MOVE ON.)

Related links:
Some Thought-Provoking (and Some Just Provoking) Blog Posts
Long Time No See, Eh.
The interesting thing about cartoons

That’s really what it is.

I’m blank. Don’t know what to blog about. Can’t seem to think about anything interesting.

Bleh.

Why not…hm…why not you ask me a question and I’ll blog about it? Okay?

“I dont know why, but I still wanted to consider you friend even tho we really didnt get along, but that’s that. ( A few sentences later… ) My love for you isnt dead…”

Sometimes I don’t know what He wants from me. One minute it’s “don’t be my friend” and the other, it’s something else altogether.

It’s perplexing.

On the side, should I tell the Nil about this? Hm…

Sometime in August 2004, I was online busy talking to a fellow forum-goer about relationships. I was in one of those “kill the ex” moods. My friend decided to do the next best thing. He tells me that he has a friend - some French guy working in the same lab where he was doing his research for his PhD - who was looking for more M’sian friends. It didn’t strike me as odd at that time because if anything, I was hardly partial to meeting people who were interested in making more friends. Very pen-pal-ish, now that I think of it.

I agreed anyway and my friend ’set’ me up with the guy - all done over the Internet. The guy, it so happened, was travelling around in Cambodia at that time - it was where my parents had been to several weeks/days earlier. We talked a little about ourselves, cracked jokes and flirted. I continued to see him online for the consecutive nights - I had assumed that there was little night entertainment wherever he was. When he was back in Singapore, we talked whenever we had the chance to about all sorts of things.

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