:: Six-word Story ::

Legend has it that Ernest Hemingway was challenged to write a story in only six words.  The challenge was to make a story that was so good that could make people cry.

Above is his six-word story.

Choose right words, change your life.



 

:: Brain Orgasms ::

It is so very frequent you hear a man attracted to a girl who has been working in the same place with him, over time.  How can you not fall for a brilliant-hilarious-sweet- wonderful-to-talk-to human?  People too can grow on us. 
 

Often you meet a man who didn’t find his workmate irresistibly attractive ten years back as he finds her now.  It’s the new rule of attraction.  The ancient rule that goes ‘You can tell if you’re truly attracted to someone in three seconds’ just doesn’t cut it anymore.
 

Sometimes, a man blaming a girl for being so appealing, for he has an erection.  Even though to some men it’s usually the mental fantasy that triggers it, more so than just the image of a beautiful woman, regardless what clothes she's wearing. There were cases.

But how common do you hear or meet with a girl who receives texts, from her boss, asking how often she meets an orgasm or how often does she masturbate, or would she like to have private lunch/dinner with him or does she mind sharing room with him?  

I have had some of those.  Indecent texts, and I ignored almost all of them and it eventually stopped.

I know those texts won't really turn into a rip-my-clothes-off situation.  But it still is sexual-harassments. 

I am penning this down following the case of Melissa Nelson.  I ain't sure how she dressed up to work.  Maybe it was too little too sexy.  Or how she reacted to the sexual innuendos of her boss, maybe she did find it as revolting as I did.  But you know, he’s ‘the boss’.  You are damned if you do and damned if you don't.  

The sad truth is girls, you don’t have to be sexy or wearing body hugging clothes for someone to get a boner.  You don’t even have to try.  Sometimes it’s your smile, or the way you walk, or talk.  Since men are visual the little man can pop up at the sight of you, the smell of your perfume, the touch of your hair, or even the length of your hijab if you don one, or even the thought of you.

Men, trust your mind and your privates will follow.  And ladies, it's not easy to be attractive. 

:: Art of Giving ::

It is not easy to take the time to put your wants aside and think about the person receiving the gift.  Especially when you're just 7.

But Alyssa is that kind of person.  She'd sacrifice her daily allowances just to buy gifts.  Since the incident on mother's day, where she showed her 'compassion'  in giving presents, I knew then, that I would be receiving a lot from her. 

So, I got this pink mechanical pencil for my birthday from her.  She knows that I like to write in pencils.  For easy alterations.  

Thank you baby.  I love you so much.

I'm a year older!!!

Time:  Last Night |  Venue:  Bedroom

"Mama, I want to buy you present for your birthday tomorrow.  Mama nak apa?"

"Thank you but I don't want anything baby." 

"Alaaaa.  Kita nak belikan mama hadiah.  Cakaplah nak apa?"

"Wait, I do want something.  I want you to wake up without much trouble to school every morning.  Without making me angry.  That would be the best present ever."

"Itu bukan hadiah!!!"

"Ada duit ke nak beli kan Mama hadiah?  Where would you get the money from?"

"Mama bagi la extra tomorrow so I can buy something from the 'koperasi'."

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I rolled my eyes.

This is like buying my own present.

:: WhatsApp Witchu? ::

You know what I found aw-suhm about WhatsApp Messenger besides creating groups, send each other unlimited images, video and audio media messages?  It also shows people when was the last time you were seen online and the time is kinda accurate too.

For instance, you did not reply your girl/boyfriend's or your parents' texts (through the standard communication protocols) for some valid reason.  And he or she thought that you were too busy, to even reply to him or her, but menially, you were 'last seen' on WhatsApp also for some valid reason. 

WhatsApp with that?

So guys and girls... If you were thinking of 'omitting the truth' to your other half or your parents, you also outta think of a 'valid reason' to answer when you are questioned.

Lalalalalala.

You must be thinking of uninstalling your WhatsApp now aren't you?

:: Why the Chicken Cross the Road? ::

I logged on to my facebook yesterday and found that the profile has changed to Timeline automatically starting, well, yesterday.  

There's no freedom of preferences in this world I suppose. Inevitably.

Not even in Burger King can you change your soda to Ribena.  Actually you can, but you gonna hafta pay extra for that.  In other words, our choices is govern by the rules and regulations, a.k.a no freedom of choice.

I wonder if there's any tomorrow where chickens can cross roads and not having their motives questioned.

:: Call Me Cheap But I'm Not Gonna Buy You ::

Was wandering at Ariani's boutique yesterday with my SIL.  We weren't looking for anything in particular but since we haven't bought any hijab for Hari Raya, owh! by the way, I still haven't bought Baju Raya and suprisingly Raya is in a few days.  Well, the thing is, for this Raya, Abah bought him a 'Kurta' to wear on first hari raya.  Nice sand color.  And my brother bought the same Kurta.  Same color as well.  And my SIL bought a kain pasang the same color as the Kurtas. And sent it to the tailor.  And when my mom saw my SIL's kain pasang, she fell in like with it and bought her a pair and sent it to her tailor.  She bought Alyssa a baju that matches their color.  

All these done about a month ago maybe two - without telling me.  But I could say it's my fault too because all these while, I'd prefer a ready made baju than buying kain pasang and have it sewed.  And my mom knew this all along.  I been looking at every nook and cranny for a matching baju for almost a month and it's impossible to buy a kain pasang now as there's no tailor in Kuantan would want to accept it and it is next to impossible to find a baju at this time of the month that matches their color.  Seems like I'll be wearing a different color.   I'll be insanely weird. But..... I'd be standing out from the crowd.  *Grins*.

Okay, where was I, owh! yeah Ariani.  So we were in Ariani.  We saw hanged hijabs with nice sewed beads at one corner of the boutique and few people where flipping checking em hijabs.  I looked up.  The price was shown on top of the shelf.  I was so sure I saw RM675.00.  But I gotta ask my SIL, if its RM67.50?

Few girls who were flipping and 'testing' this particular hijabs heard me.  They looked up for the price tag just above their head.  They put the hijab back on those hangers.  And one of them said to me, 'boleh bayar installment kereta sebulan nih.'

Yeah!  That expensive for a hijab.  

I dunno anyone that would wear a RM600++ hijab.  Do you?

:: Forbidden Apple (Pie) ::

So there's an apple pie.  I was given a quarter.  She got all three-quarter of it. 

I don't mind being given a small portion of the pie.  I don't eat much.  But what I do mind is that she wants what's mine, that small part that I have.  Little by little she would ask for more from what has given to me.

That definitely makes me sad. 

Therefore, I decided to give her all.  Left me with none.

Now that she has my portion, I do not have to share.  And she doesn't have to either. 

:: I ::

Am

Just

A

Sucker

for

Korean Dramas!!!

There.  I've said it.

Fuh!!!  Leganyaaaa!!!

:: A Stalk of Rose. Hundreds of Thorns ::

I normally give Alyssa three ringgit a day for her daily allowance.  Nasi lemak at school is 1.50 and nasi ayam is about 2 ringgit, she ate em every alternate days and her must-drink-everyday Vitagen, that'll cost her a ringgit.  And needs extra coins to buy some 'jajan' while waiting for me to fetch her up.

Last Thursday I saw she was holding a stalk of red plastic rose with a small white teddy glued to the stalk in a plastic wrapper.  Asked her where she got that from, she said one of her teachers was selling it and she thought of buying me one.  That flower cost her one ringgit and she did not drink her daily dose of Vitagen because she wanted to buy me flower.  I appreciate her appreciating me. 

On our way back home she was nagging about how she wanted to get me the pink flower but it was sold out.

The next day, she asked for another extra ringgit, and I said this time do not buy anything but food.  But apparently she bought me another flower.  A pink one.  

Now that really ticked me off.  I get even more upset that she spent her allowance on something else rather than food.  And I scolded her.

That weekend during her daddy routine visit she told him everything about how upset I was when she bought me the flower, how I scolded her, how her intention was to tell me that she remembers me.  I unreservedly forgotten that it was mothers day.  Like totally.

And her daddy was upset with me for being upset with her that upset her.  Three upsets on Mother's Day. 

Haih!!! Never have I regretted this much.

Well Happy Mother's Day to all,  it's the most wonderful, terrifying, fulfilling, excruciating job that life has to offer.

:: So the Saying Goes ::

Being nice is good, but too nice is bad.

When you are being too nice, too accommodating, too caring, too tolerating,  people start to take advantage of you.  But how can you not be too nice when saying yes is way easier than saying no?

Haih!!!  I better go and wash my hair. 

:: Replacing Dad ::

"How do you like if I get you a new daddy?"  I asked Alyssa on her way back from school.

"Kenapa dengan daddy sekarang?"  She asked back, just as expected.

"Tak lah, I just wanted to find you a new one aje.  Okay tak?"  Me, fishing.

"Yang  baru ke?" Cutely looked at me and I nodded. "I will get two?"  She showed me the peace sign with her small fingers.  Her momma nodded again.

"Just think Sha.  Nanti bila your birthday comes, you will get more presents.  Best kan?"  Semi stewpid reason I knowwww.

I didnt get any affirmation on that.  I suppose she needs more time to digest to the idea even though I did mention about getting more gifts and stuff.

Okaylah.  I may not know how to put it nicely.  A new Dad.  I d'oh-ed myself too.

What was I thinking?  It does sound like I'm replacing her current Dad.While he doesn't need to be replaced.

ANOTHER Dad.  That should be the word.  

You cannot replace a father.  Once a dad, will always be a dad.  There are things that a dad can do that mommy can't, no matter how good I regard myself and work a little harder to be both dad and mom.  I could never be perfect.

And even though I'll be 'wearing' another man's name.  She will always be wearing her dad's.  Proudly.

So yeah I'm planning to give Alyssa ANOTHER Dad.  Soon.  I hope.  

Well. Any takers?  Anyone? No?

:: How Do I.... ::

The same ol rah-rah stuff we heard each time a blogger wanted to quit was  'how do I stop blogging'.

I thought about it too.  I mean should I just park it?  

Or to completely delete it? 

Or just ignore and abandon it? 

Or to make myself look a little ostentatious, put a redirect link to a 404 error page? 

Or to... boldly say goodbye?

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When few good bloggers (I fall down before them) decided to quit and announced about it openly, I really kowtow them for having the guts.  You know to write a proper goodbyes and spill out the reason why they are leaving, has never been easy.  At least not for me.  I been contemplating, really, on what to do about this blog.  I came to a point either I continue blogging, or I don't.  And yet I feel torn.

And telling out to your readers your decision, I suppose its very much about complaisance. 

Its not easy to just leave when you know you have people reading you and some are actually waiting for your next post.  Moreover, you have worked your fingers to the bone through blood, sweat and tears (some even cracked their brains out) to post a blog, it does fill the bill knowing that you have good follower(s) that might be reading your stuff, no matter how crappy it is.  I know mine is.  I even reached to an extent that I should write what and how I feel without having consideration how people might like my pot hooks and hangers. 

I mean my stuff in here are not as great as others, I'm not funny, I'm not corky, I'm not brilliant enuf to discuss industriously intelligent affairs.  But I do care about who read my stuff.  A great deal.

A talk with a friend who is a columnist with one of the leading auto magazine yesterday hit me hard.  He's a big-name in his industry, and yet having a second thought about go on writing.
 

And yesterday he said if there's a special Hell for writers, it would be in the great force of the nth thinking of their career.

Well I'm not sure where he got that line from or if he has worked with Hallmark before but, I think he completely meant it.

We don't get very far without nth rethink do we?  Even a professional writer does it.

And we don't get very far without the rah-rah stuff too.

:: I Have Been A Selfish Being ::

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose.  It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.

I am not selfish because I want all the things that I want.  But I would be horribly selfish if I wanted the things I want to be the way I wanted them to be.