Impressed, I’m Not!

Some things just don’t interest or impress me. Specifically when one starts to talk about their life as if it’s the coolest, most happening thing that could happen to anyone. Specifically when one talks about going out with royalties, or excited about meeting VVIPs, or attending posh and glamorous parties, or getting a dress tailored by well-known designers.

If that’s the life you want, then go ahead. Sure, you can keep on telling me about it, but just don’t expect me to go WOW. I’m already grateful with the life I have, thank you very much.

And you know why it doesn’t impress me? Because my best friend in Primary 1 was a daughter to a VVIP. Because at Primary 4 I am friends with royalties of XXX and my after school activities include going to Istana XXX just to have fun. Because at the early of my teen years I got to go to Istana YYY upon invitation by the daughter – flight tickets paid for, escorted car, even entry to a neighbouring country for a shopping spree without passport (eventhough the spree is only at Toys r Us ).

Sorry, tak pasal-pasal dah poyo! I am already against my principles nih… hehehe…

And no, I’m not proud of it. I’m just glad with the exposure I’ve had, I am kept grounded all the time. I’ve seen the good and also the other side of what you think is great all the time.

Maybe because I have realistic people around me. People who don’t see glitz and glamour as something to be impressed about. People who live for themselves, not to impress others. People who live life as it is.

 

 

 

p.s. I’m sure 1 or 2 of my readers would recall the memories, including bergaduh with the royalty over a petty matter. Cute, huh?

Private No More

This week I have been lazy at work and had time to get nosey on Facebook. Just the usual checking out photos of close friends’ vacations or parties or just about anything. It’s how we catch up with each other, especially with our commitments now, there’s no way we can meet up too often – but we do make effort once in a while of course!

Several times this week, I noticed some status message updates, even notes from some I-know-them-but-not-so-close people, trying to be discreet but not discreet enough, leashing out anger towards their other half. One of it was even too detailed it made your mind wander.

I love technology, and I work with technology. But I have to say some things should stay the old-fashioned way. Isn’t talking to the people you trust is a much better option? Who in their rightful mind would want the whole world (or maybe just friends on Facebook) to know even the simplest point of argument in your marriage anyway? Announcing to the whole world your unhappiness in Facebook won’t solve anything, in fact it would make matters worse, I’m sure. And of course, you wouldn’t want people to think badly of your other half, no matter how angry you are, no?

Everybody knows how to use technology and the internet (and Facebook, Twitter and stuffs), but how you limit yourself differs you from the rest.

Truthfully, I prefer those show-offs on Facebook more than this.

 

Never in Motion

I am prone to motion sickness since small. I remember back in those days when no straight highways existed, the journey back to kampung or anywhere a little more than an hour would be dreaded. I’d have spare plastic bags in the car with me, and breaks in between to just grasp a breathe of fresh air was very much welcomed. And until now, I can never read a book, map or anything else in the car. The dizziness would just start.

Weirdly enough, I can read on a moving train, and on an aeroplane, eventhough I did have some shares of sickness when up in the air – but not every time.

As I grow older, the sickness subsided, but not entirely. I still puked on the boat trip with colleagues while in Norway. I still need to allow some not-so-fresh air into the cab, on the way from the hotel to the airport whilst on a business trip to Jakarta last year. So yeah, I’ve had my share of embarrassing moments due to my ‘sickness’. It’s never embarrassing with family members of course, but with strangers, I think it gives the impression like,

Lembiknya dia ni!

I am also very careful when selecting fun rides to go on – after several puking and everlasting headache sessions I had for still wanting to try!

And why am I writing about this?

Just because I was out with some colleagues to visit another colleague on maternity leave, and decided not to drive myself. Her driving was pretty impatient with loads of braking here and there, resulting in loads of head movement (and brain jumble up of course!). At the end of it, I came out a dizzy woman.

And now, I have never been more thankful I don’t have to tolerate with that kind of driving every day.

 

The Workout

This week at the gym, I increased the intensity when running on the treadmill, and funnily enough at the end of the session it displayed,

GOOD WORKOUT!

Which means the workouts I did before this were not good enough? Hmmmmm…

 

Irky Wirky Me (Part ?)

Sorry. I lost count of my Irky Wirky posts. But these still irks me :

• After 3 children, a husband claims he has never been happy since the day they got married. WTF?!
• A woman telling the wife of her lover that love just comes naturally and cannot be forced. Harus disepak terajang je orang macam tu, don’t you think?
• Women who still want to be close with married men. Whatever the story they are being fed, I still believe pergaulan haruslah dijaga. Yes, you claim you are only friends, but hey, setan ada dimana-mana ok? Ever heard of the term ‘Prevention is better than cure’?
• The other day on the radio, a 2nd wife called and said there’s no difference whether you are the first or the second, because both still need to share! Helloooo… the first did not take anything away from you, but you took the hubby away from her ok?

I really do hope things will work out well for the dear friend I have in mind. She deserves nothing less.

 

p.s. Momster personally thinks in this era, most men can never be fair when it comes to polygamy or having affairs. If money is not an issue, love and attention will be an issue. What more if money IS an issue – one can only dream to get enough love and attention.