Cheat Work Thursday

I was shocked when I heard the "S*icide is for M*slims" line on True Blood a while ago. So I went on the internet for reviews and recaps. Many viewers were shocked and found it offensive too. Then I came across this post on Tumblr. I think the author is right, I was missing a point earlier. Quoting a paragraph: "The writers did not write their own sentiments in this line. They wrote their characters. We are meant to be disgusted, just as we were meant to be disgusted at their actions in Iraq. Every moment where two different groups fail to coexist in this show, we are meant to be disgusted." _____ When I was mad with Mad Men in this post , I was taking the show too seriously too. I forgot that sexism and sexual harassment were not challenged and punished 50 years ago the same way they are today, not that they are already two archaic issues by now. I actually continued watching more episodes but was restless the whole time. My blood boiled watching the sce...

I made it through the week ok, I guess. I only almost got caught lying once and only sent one text to the wrong person. You know when you want to text A about B, and your brain is thinking about B, so you send the text to B instead? No? Never happened to you? But I can tell you what I did right this week: Completing a short e-learning class (it's super short), and I can proudly say I even understood some of the content. (Now I know what it really means when people say they study via e-learning / distance learning. *wink*wink* Your secret is safe with me.) Exercising for a total of four hours this week. That probably makes almost 15 hours this year alone! I checked my weight on the scale every 30 reps I did. Replying e-mails and clearing out my mailbox. I'd do alright if I never had to e-mail anything ever again. I started the week with a list of 30 works to follow up. I've crossed off 14 as at today. (I've probably reached my peak, so I'm just going to igno...

I don't know which one is more wrong: buying the roadside egg, cheese and dripping mayonnaise hotdog, or buying it in a nightdress and cardigan. But I just did both. However, instead of focusing on what's wrong with me, I'd rather we focus on what's wrong with the society or the world. I was flipping through an old newspaper and found this section publishing letters from readers, and it annoyed me. These readers were appalled by the standard of English usage in Malaysia. The letters sounded like this: "The standard of English is appalling..." "The decline of English proficiency is a serious issue..." " We are heading into a dark age... " ..... The language privilege. I read all the letters twice. None of them suggested a solution. If you think the state of English usage is worrying, tell the readers what they can do to improve it, so it will be up to your standard: Urge the government to continue teaching Maths and Scien...

Tomorrow is going to be the first day of a few busy weeks for me. In some lines of work, busy is good. It could mean you are doing things right. Right? I think. Maybe. I don't know. And the first step is to achieve the next two weeks' goals. As expected, I'm insomniac tonight. I wish I had finally found a way to control my nerves already and get a good night's sleep. So I'm trying to psych myself up right now. I have to go into tomorrow (today) with a clear mind. What would I do in the next two weeks if I could not fail? What if I get all the good things that I want? What if everything goes smoothly? What if I get one thing done after another with ease? And without embarrassing incidents too? That would be perfect, thank You. I spent all afternoon today with the preparation, and I'm going to wake up early tomorrow and kick-start my day with Tracy Anderson series. I hope. It just sounds like a good plan. So I was hungry an hour ago. There were crackers...

While I do keep travel souvenirs (and old perfume bottles, which I feel so not cool admitting), I'm not a hoarder. Especially in these past few years, I throw away useless things all the time. It makes my life simpler (imagine when it's not). Last night I took out my document and work folders and tore up my old payslips, among others. There's no way I'll ever need them again. I feel sorry for the trees that were sacrificed to print this stuff. And what perfect timing. I went down to buy breakfast lunch this afternoon and found a letter in the mailbox. It's from the LHDN. This is supposed to be embarrassing and not the kind of thing people announce on the internet, but since I've admitted other embarrassing things on this blog... So apparently, I still owe the government some money. This is so ironic in so many ways. The amount is manageable -- I think, wish me luck -- but I need the documents that I've shredded with the highest satisfaction just ...

Finally! Someone smart made my day. I can look in the mirror again (just focus on the haircut) without bursting into tears . And it only cost RM10! Images: dailyglow.com, glamour.com, haironthebrain.com

We choose our own poison and get haunted by our own demons, addiction and bad habits. Some of us drown ourselves in stress and depression. Some choose drugs or alcohol or three boxes of chocolate. Some have affairs. We wish quitting were easy (although it's a mystery how I can quit running in just 10 seconds). Before judging an addict, think of our own habits first: how difficult it is to quit the simplest things like biting nails, or to start new good habits like recycling or praying diligently. While it's none of my business if others choose to cheat, it still cannot be right. And because I'm probably cold, my main worry is not about betraying my partner, it's about what kind of values I want to live with. A married-with-kids friend told me she's having an affair with another married-with-kids man. She's now haunted with guilt but finds it difficult to get out of the relationship. The first thing that came to my mind was, "Why do you have to have ...