The pain of maintaining short hair.
One last drastic haircut before going girlie again. I'm thinking something that requires hair clippers rather than just scissors. Bring it on.
By the by, in Hat Yai they translated hair trimming as 'hair slice.' So alternately I can say that I'm getting a hair slice.
Oh and they really can't pronounce shh and zzz. For instance instead of ex-el (as in size XL) they'll pronounce it as ik-el. Reminds me of the Thai lady running the Aenderungsatelier in Frankampstrasse.
Nit vergesen. Bi piel? Zek Euro. Mut machen. Ik mak Thai massas.
Hehh.
Thursday 5 January 2012
Wednesday 4 January 2012
How to Deal With Unrequited Love
I meant to write more consistently here than I did my last blog but as usual with all my other previous 'fresh' new blog, it didn't materialize as I wishes it would. I have a lot that I want to write; there are currently 4 posts in my draft that I hope to finish. Somehow it seems like time is more elusive in warmer climate, but that could just be me and my laziness..
I have 2 hours to kill before I have to check out from the hotel and head back home; home where I shall start tackling the brick walls that stand between where I want to be and where I am now, enjoying the view of a dream from a safe observation point, where I can imagine me coasting through everything to get to the goal without actually having to live it and risk anything. That observation point, that is a place for cowards.
Today let's not talk about that. Let's talk about how to deal with unrequited love.
Simple.
Avoid it.
If you like someone, let him/her know. You'll be doing yourself a huge favor in the long run. Afraid of rejection? Well, at least you can start the process of getting over that person as soon as possible. Instead of pining for that someone and torturing yourself with the thought of 'what ifs' forever. You conjure up an impossibly perfect dream for you and that person in your mind, carry the thought day by day and 20-30 years down the line, if you two were to meet again, sparks will fly right of the bat, and if the both of you were married to someone else, kan susah tu. You are being unfair to yourself. And to whoever you end up marrying. It's like cheating per se, emotional cheating. If the cheating gets physical, semua orang pon tau itu dosa besar jadi faham-faham sendiri la.
Soal hati dan perasaan ni, kadang-kadang orang waras pon boleh buat benda-benda tak masuk akal. Love is what blurs the line of good and evil. Makes good men turn against each other. It shatters dreams, even after it was built on decades of trust and affection.
Hakikatnya, cinta Tuhan sahaja yang menjamin ketenangan tapi realitinya, fitrah manusia ni perlukan kasih sayang seorang insan yang lain. Sebab itu Tuhan bagi kita rasa nikmat cinta terhadap manusia lain. Memang nikmat. Sampai kebanyakan manusia lalai. Kadang-kadang tu sampai sanggup risk apa saja. Aku sendiri sedar, kalau nak bercakap pasal cinta abadi dengan Tuhan ni, memang terasa tak layak, sebab masih banyak cacat cela dalam hubungan aku dengan Dia.
Tapi aku juga sedar, cinta bukan segala-galanya. Love doesn't justify everything. It doesn't make wrong turns right. Kalau bercinta sesama jantina itu salah, betapa suci mana pon satu pasangan tu meletakkan nilai cinta mereka, masih tetap salah di sisi agama. Masih salah kalau bercinta dan ingin berkahwin dengan orang berlainan agama yang tak mahu menukar agamanya. Masih salah kalau bercinta dengan adik-beradik sendiri. Masih salah kalau bercinta dengan isteri orang sebab perempuan tak boleh kahwin lebih dari satu. Kalau bercinta dengan suami orang at least si suami tu boleh kahwin dua. Kalau si lelaki tu betul-betul jujurla.
Ok pening sudah. Beg masih tak packing. Main point is, kalau suka, bagitau saja. Come on la, in other part of the world people are still fighting for the most basic human rights like clean water and not getting rape/kill at every turn, and here we are dealing with another silly, petty first world pain which is the prospect of being rejected by a boy/girl. Grow some vagina (read somewhere that the phrase 'grow some balls' are anatomically incorrect as balls are not capable of anything physically powerful except for just hanging there whereas a vagina can push a 3kg human being out of a uterus). And save yourself some pain later on.
I have 2 hours to kill before I have to check out from the hotel and head back home; home where I shall start tackling the brick walls that stand between where I want to be and where I am now, enjoying the view of a dream from a safe observation point, where I can imagine me coasting through everything to get to the goal without actually having to live it and risk anything. That observation point, that is a place for cowards.
Today let's not talk about that. Let's talk about how to deal with unrequited love.
Simple.
Avoid it.
If you like someone, let him/her know. You'll be doing yourself a huge favor in the long run. Afraid of rejection? Well, at least you can start the process of getting over that person as soon as possible. Instead of pining for that someone and torturing yourself with the thought of 'what ifs' forever. You conjure up an impossibly perfect dream for you and that person in your mind, carry the thought day by day and 20-30 years down the line, if you two were to meet again, sparks will fly right of the bat, and if the both of you were married to someone else, kan susah tu. You are being unfair to yourself. And to whoever you end up marrying. It's like cheating per se, emotional cheating. If the cheating gets physical, semua orang pon tau itu dosa besar jadi faham-faham sendiri la.
Soal hati dan perasaan ni, kadang-kadang orang waras pon boleh buat benda-benda tak masuk akal. Love is what blurs the line of good and evil. Makes good men turn against each other. It shatters dreams, even after it was built on decades of trust and affection.
Hakikatnya, cinta Tuhan sahaja yang menjamin ketenangan tapi realitinya, fitrah manusia ni perlukan kasih sayang seorang insan yang lain. Sebab itu Tuhan bagi kita rasa nikmat cinta terhadap manusia lain. Memang nikmat. Sampai kebanyakan manusia lalai. Kadang-kadang tu sampai sanggup risk apa saja. Aku sendiri sedar, kalau nak bercakap pasal cinta abadi dengan Tuhan ni, memang terasa tak layak, sebab masih banyak cacat cela dalam hubungan aku dengan Dia.
Tapi aku juga sedar, cinta bukan segala-galanya. Love doesn't justify everything. It doesn't make wrong turns right. Kalau bercinta sesama jantina itu salah, betapa suci mana pon satu pasangan tu meletakkan nilai cinta mereka, masih tetap salah di sisi agama. Masih salah kalau bercinta dan ingin berkahwin dengan orang berlainan agama yang tak mahu menukar agamanya. Masih salah kalau bercinta dengan adik-beradik sendiri. Masih salah kalau bercinta dengan isteri orang sebab perempuan tak boleh kahwin lebih dari satu. Kalau bercinta dengan suami orang at least si suami tu boleh kahwin dua. Kalau si lelaki tu betul-betul jujurla.
Ok pening sudah. Beg masih tak packing. Main point is, kalau suka, bagitau saja. Come on la, in other part of the world people are still fighting for the most basic human rights like clean water and not getting rape/kill at every turn, and here we are dealing with another silly, petty first world pain which is the prospect of being rejected by a boy/girl. Grow some vagina (read somewhere that the phrase 'grow some balls' are anatomically incorrect as balls are not capable of anything physically powerful except for just hanging there whereas a vagina can push a 3kg human being out of a uterus). And save yourself some pain later on.
Friday 16 December 2011
Quick Beach Getaway
Aside from brazing through the questions of some insensitive (I forgive them for not knowing any better) pricks beings who have been relentless in asking whether a big multinational company has whisked me off my feet and asked my hand for a job yet, of which a simple 'no' from me would ensue a confused but short 'oh' followed by a generic mishmash words of support and reassurance, well, I'd say life as a jobless yet-to-be-employed 24-year-old has been good. So far. I think I have a few more good months before I got my mom seriously thinking of kicking me out of the house. I hope I'd already left the nest by then.
For the time being, I figure I'd just take the time for myself and enjoy what shall be the last moments of carefree innocence, the final era marked with who-gives-a-shit attitude, before adulthood takes me by one ear, me resisting in vain, and hurls me into a world of one responsibility after another, peppered with bills to pay and deadlines to keep.
What a grim prospect to set oneself to, you might say, but that's a lesson in life you learn from standing in line at theme park's rides; you're queueing for what seems like forever before arriving at a point where they'll put up a sign saying 'waiting time from here : 1 hour' or something along the line, and when you find out that it only takes 40 minutes before your turn comes up, you'll be happy as fuck to queue again for the next ride. In life, the key is this : underpromise equals to overachievement.
Pfft. All that mumbo-jumbo life's metaphor can wait. At least for now.
Last two days the family went for a quick beach getaway just to test out the newly bought wheelchair we got for Maktok (the problem we faced was not with the wheelchair itself, but that story deserves an entire post). We stayed at a hotel overlooking the sea. Here's a peek :
Not a bad view to wake up to. The beach is nothing to boast of; it's Penang, guys, come on, even dolphins know better and have ceased to visit the shores decades ago. But the hotel makes it up by having a super awesome pool with an even more awesome garden which means most of the visitors, half of them being mat sallehs, would spend the time sunbathing in the garden instead of being inside the pool, which means me and my mom got to have half the section of the pool to ourselves.
We spent this whole morning in the pool. She continued her swimming classes last year after I went back to Germany so this was the first time we both ever swam together and I must say I was surprised to see that she did finally learn how to swim. Considering how she spent the first few classes convincing Mrs Wong, our instructor, that she is one of the few rare people in the world that defies the law of physics making it impossible for her to float in the water. Very nakal, the mom. Wonder how I grew up to be such obedient daughter haha. So it was a moving moment for me to see her swim from one end of the pool to the other end; I feel like a proud mom!
Highlight of our stay was when I finally got to try parasailing. It was every bit as awesome as I expected it to be except for the fact that the flight was too short. For RM80, you get to hover 500ft over the water hanging from a parachute tied to a moving speedboat for about 10 minutes. At least that was the price offered on Bayview hotel's private beach; I've seen lots of parachutes up in the sky on our way to Bayview which is at the end of the Ferringhi beach so perhaps one might fight a lower rate on other beaches, I don't know. I think RM80 is quite fair.
Perhaps I should have brought along my camera to capture the moment from up there but then again, nothing compares just taking in all the view. I was the first flier of the day so everyone on the beach was pretty curious that they joined in the excitement. From high up there I saw them waving at me from the beach and upon landing smoothly, they all clapped and cheered! I felt like someone famous lol.
For the time being, I figure I'd just take the time for myself and enjoy what shall be the last moments of carefree innocence, the final era marked with who-gives-a-shit attitude, before adulthood takes me by one ear, me resisting in vain, and hurls me into a world of one responsibility after another, peppered with bills to pay and deadlines to keep.
What a grim prospect to set oneself to, you might say, but that's a lesson in life you learn from standing in line at theme park's rides; you're queueing for what seems like forever before arriving at a point where they'll put up a sign saying 'waiting time from here : 1 hour' or something along the line, and when you find out that it only takes 40 minutes before your turn comes up, you'll be happy as fuck to queue again for the next ride. In life, the key is this : underpromise equals to overachievement.
Pfft. All that mumbo-jumbo life's metaphor can wait. At least for now.
Last two days the family went for a quick beach getaway just to test out the newly bought wheelchair we got for Maktok (the problem we faced was not with the wheelchair itself, but that story deserves an entire post). We stayed at a hotel overlooking the sea. Here's a peek :
Not a bad view to wake up to. The beach is nothing to boast of; it's Penang, guys, come on, even dolphins know better and have ceased to visit the shores decades ago. But the hotel makes it up by having a super awesome pool with an even more awesome garden which means most of the visitors, half of them being mat sallehs, would spend the time sunbathing in the garden instead of being inside the pool, which means me and my mom got to have half the section of the pool to ourselves.
We spent this whole morning in the pool. She continued her swimming classes last year after I went back to Germany so this was the first time we both ever swam together and I must say I was surprised to see that she did finally learn how to swim. Considering how she spent the first few classes convincing Mrs Wong, our instructor, that she is one of the few rare people in the world that defies the law of physics making it impossible for her to float in the water. Very nakal, the mom. Wonder how I grew up to be such obedient daughter haha. So it was a moving moment for me to see her swim from one end of the pool to the other end; I feel like a proud mom!
Highlight of our stay was when I finally got to try parasailing. It was every bit as awesome as I expected it to be except for the fact that the flight was too short. For RM80, you get to hover 500ft over the water hanging from a parachute tied to a moving speedboat for about 10 minutes. At least that was the price offered on Bayview hotel's private beach; I've seen lots of parachutes up in the sky on our way to Bayview which is at the end of the Ferringhi beach so perhaps one might fight a lower rate on other beaches, I don't know. I think RM80 is quite fair.
Perhaps I should have brought along my camera to capture the moment from up there but then again, nothing compares just taking in all the view. I was the first flier of the day so everyone on the beach was pretty curious that they joined in the excitement. From high up there I saw them waving at me from the beach and upon landing smoothly, they all clapped and cheered! I felt like someone famous lol.
(Picture of someone else the day before I parasailed.)
Though not a batophobic, I did expect myself to get a feeling of vertigo, at least a wee bit, but no I didn't. I think the fact that one can actually sit comfortably on the harness gives the sense of security hence the lack of fear. The screaming that the people on the beach might have heard was out of pure adrenaline and delight, honest. Seriously!
The experience actually made me rethink my decision of putting sky-gliding back on my bucket list...
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