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These days the world seems to be spinning increasingly out of control. Bombings, massacres, senseless wars. All in the name of God in its various permutations. Ironic isn't it? That possibly the purest, most revered subject of humans is also the root of so much evil. But maybe we shouldn't be so shocked. In this day and age of rulebook burning, the only thing that seems to hold constant is

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To those of you who commented on my previous post, please check the comments again for my response. There are times even when a person like me can't resist the temptation of swimming with the tide instead of against it. So here it is, the gazillionth post among many more I am sure about the big bomb that dropped on our nation last week. I am still, I believe among many, undecided about this

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KL continues to surprise me. A few nights ago, I went to a gay men's bar in a popular KL shopping complex. If you didn't know someone who knew it was there, you probably wouldn't find it. This was the first time I had gone clubbing in a highly Melayu joint since the old Base days. Just like the old underground R&B haunt, this one was badly ventilated, packed to the brim and open way past the 3

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Last night, over dinner, my sister told me that there is a new economic model being lobbied for on the global scene. The Gross National Happiness Index. It seems wise folks have come to realise that chasing the almighty dollar has not resulted in people living better, more quality lives. And the first country to adopt it as their central development philosophy : Bhutan. Judging from the number

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I've thought about this one for a while and I finally decided what the heck. You can walk away now if you like but this is my blog and I'm going to say what I want. So, to those of you queasily heterosexual sorts, be warned. This post contains gay material. I am not sure if George Bush Jr has a dog, but if he does, it most certainly stands a better chance of winning the elections than the

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This is not a post about how awesome the latest winner of Akademi Fantasia is. Although yes, I did spend some of my AFUNDIs on him. Consider for a moment, the choices Malaysia had. A girl from Putrajaya with a pretty powerful voice, an amazingly talented singer from Sarawak whose chords sound like they emanate from a slimmer, slicker entity, a self-possessed rapper, a village girl with a

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Goddamn, it's been too long. And it ain't been because I had nothing to say. I did. I just didn't say it. Because I was too tired, because work got the better of me, because some of my staff resigned for jobs with better pay, because I was too busy figuring out whether or not I still wanted to stay in my current workplace or look for something else. Because of all that, the shutters have stayed

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Call me on-sided but it's really difficult for me to be objective about situations like this. Especially when it involves my about-to-be-married younger sister. Here's the short version of the wedding saga to date. Boy proposes to Girl but says he doesn't have money for a lavish wedding. He buys her a ring. Girl's father accepts his proposal and welcomes him into the family. Girl's father

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I went to a wedding today. I seldom go to weddings. I find them tedious, boring affairs where one has to get all togged up and suffer a table full of strangers and hours of interminable small talk. But tonight's wedding was different. My whole family was invited, but made to sit at separate tables. The parents at one, my married brother and his wife at another, and my yet unmarried sister

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I am very disturbed. No, I'm not talking about my new hair colour acquired in a moment of temporary insanity. I am very disturbed by a statement by one of the UMNO boys. Apparently, according to this man some have entrusted as their public representative, if women can't fight rape they should just lie down and enjoy it. Well enjoy this, you asshole. Imagine it was your sixteen-year old

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Here's a story of a town named KK. Once upon the recent past, a carnival came to town. It was a carnival such as many had not seen, with TV stars and fun and games, a free concert and lots of goodies. To say the carnival was grand, was probably true. And many folks came from far and wide, chartering buses to ferry them from the villages, taxis to jam up the town on a weekend, cars, motorbikes

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Until I am rich enough to acquire my own island getaway, I have had to resort to more creative means of de-stressing. Besides the obvious - meaningful, torrid sex; ignoring the dogs and imagining your bathroom a luxurious spa; giving yourself a pedicure while watching a re-run of 'Six Feet Under' - I carry one more ace in my pocket. I have a niece who is five years old. Don't laugh. They're

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There are days when I wish I was rich, or at least have enough money at my disposal to not have to work. There are days like these when I seriously re-think that alternative lifestyle. Today, a great and very long time friend of mine turns 36. We were next-door neighbours and her family was well-to-do. They still are. I guess when your father ends his civil service career as CEO of a major

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Once upon a more prosperous time, men such as him were a Daim a dozen. He comes from the elite crop of men who were culled from the masses of clamouring Bumi entrepreneurs seeking Government bonuses, hand-picked by Daim himself, sanctioned by the then PM. He, was one of the many who fell along with the House that Daim built when the Big Bad Soros Wold wreaked havoc on our currency market. This

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I've been thinking a lot about mothers recently. It's hard not to. Every time you go to MSN or Yahoo or any of their competitor sites, you will inevitably be greeted by invitations to FTD Mommy flowers, send her e-cards with burping babies, buy her something from the web that will take fifteen months to reach her and the like. And I've come to the conclusion that whether they fall into it by

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For those of you wondering..... nope, I didn't get around to doing much over the long break. Not the things I could've done, should've done or listed. Instead, I hung out with friends and spent three straight days playing a PC adventure game. I never knew I possessed the power to make things jump, run and creep using my keyboard. Okay, so I'm a PC loser. Neither have I had a chance to catch

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Last night, due to the awful KL traffic and sporadic rain, I ditched my car in the office and decided to brave our public transport. I Putra-ed and Monorail-ed it to my destination in town for dinner. And I've decided that our public transport lacks one thing - loud New York black chicks. Riding the New York subway used to be one of my most memorable things to do in the US. Inevitable there

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I woke up at 3 pm today (yes, 3 pm) and realised that I had four glorious days ahead of me with NO work. Not even the take home kind. Then I realised, that there was absolutely nothing I really wanted to do except waste time doing nothing. Not catch up on laundry and drop off the dry cleaning, put up shelves that have been lying on their sides, buy some plants for the garden, get the gardener

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Since I'm on a list roll, here are a few of my favourite observations from the past week: 1. You can be famous if you quit smoking Today, 15 civil servants got their two minutes of fame when a paper ran a story about them quitting smoking. I kid you not. Who needs Malaysian Idol when you have good old cigarettes. Better still, instead of a platinum recording contract, quitting smoking will

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In the name of gender equality, here's a shot at my own kind - the Melayu woman. For no reason other than to balance things out. Fair's fair, I always say. The JuJu You know the kind. Sweet, seemingly demure, skinny, and vacuous with a high pitched giggle. Not very smart, or so you will be led to believe. Every other invitation is greeted with an "eh,, tak nak laaa..." or "ieeeeeeee!!!! you

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Because this post will inevitable be labelled racist, I am going to play my Melayu card up front. Yes, I am a Malay female. And yes, this is a diatribe against the Malay man. Not all Malay men, mind you, just the ones I don't understand. And no, I didn't just get dumped by some random Malay man. In fact, I am very attached - still. Okay, if anyone out there can provide rational explanations

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My horoscope prediction says that this month, Jupiter is in retrograde. Or is it Mercury? Either way, this translates into a lot of unnecessary havoc coming from left field. Now, I am a sceptic. But honestly, if these past few weeks is anything to go by, maybe there's some merit in astrology after all. The other day, I got dressed for work as usual. Since it was going to be a dreary day

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Get this. A media buyer I know was told by TV3 that the station no longer wholly determines its news content. Apparently, they are tightly controlled by Pak Lah's communications manager. Either this is a bunch of hogwash, or our leader has gone a little bananas. I know our media is controlled. Especially the likes of TV3. Heck in a closed door session I attended recently, two political

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A few nights ago, my sister had a revelation. After cconsidering her husband-to-be's penchant for perpetually cleaning the fish tank and bathing the dogs, his colour coordinated wardrobe and inability to sit still in the house, my sister has come to the conclusion that she is marrying a wife. My reaction as the ever-supportive sibling was, "I could've told YOU that!" Seriously. If you didn't

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Forget the corporate job! Why bother with starting up my own business! I've decided the only job in this country worth having, that pays you tons of untaxable income, with little stress, is that of a YB. Today I read an article quoting our new Energy, Water and Communications Minister, Lim Keng Yaik. He was criticising the cellular network operators for being slow in rolling out coverage

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OK, this whole Sarah Marbeck saga really has taken on a life of its own. I take my hat off to her. She's unwittingly become the biggest thing since the elections. Heck, even the PM doesn't get front page mentions anymore. Because of her, the question I have been most asked the past two days has been "Did you know she went to OUR school????". Since she had at least two local alma maters, I

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I wonder how long it will take before Sarah Marbeck becomes the subject of Cabinet meetings or Parliamentary discussions. And more interestingly, I wonder which one of our esteemed new leaders will take the bait! To say it will be Nik Aziz and company is too easy. Anyone with a serban will probably find her head-shaking "ish-ish-ish, dahsyat" material. If PAS is smart, they will limit

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Maybe it's the unceasing rain we've been experiencing over the last few days, or perhaps it's my guilty conscience about not having finished some work that is now due in twelve hours. But I haven't left my house the entire weekend except to go to the mamak across the street for food. In the larger scheme of things, these past two days will probably be archived in my memory as some of the many

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I have a boss who will not sign contracts. My boss does not reply e-mails on very important matters other than to post too-late comments on things gone too wrong. And my Chairman's response to us senior management? "How could you let that happen?!!" Needless to say, I want to quit my job, even without anything else in hand. Now, on to bigger and more interesting things. I just needed to get

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I had the interesting experience of witnessing a live performance by Malaysia's favourite vestal virgin, Siti Nurhaliza tonight. And before all you Siti fans out there go up in arms, stand down. The girl has an amazing singing voice. She truly deserves the accolades she has received. But. And with me, there's always a but or I wouldn't write about it. Something inside me wondered how she

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Last week I learned that someone I went to college with was murdered coming out of his office parking lot in Atlanta. There was a website already up in his memory, filled with thoughts and wishes from those who knew him. I saw many familiar names at the bottom of those messages. Funny thing is, I never really knew Okon. He was just one of those people who become part of your life's

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This whole wedding fiasco is getting from bad to badder. I know that’s awful English, but in my thirty-something wisdom I think I should reserve “worse” for use at a later stage. Because there’s bound to be one. Three weeks into the wedding planning, my sister is tearing her hair out at my mother’s selective memory. Suddenly, Mom’s moved the wedding date one day later. She also claims we can

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Today someone told me that she went to a wedding where the bride didn’t wear a tudung. Normally, this wouldn’t have raised my eyebrows, except for the fact that I was under the assumption the bride in question was a regular tudung wearer. Then, I was told, she’s a transformer. For the uninitiated, the term is one that is growing in vernacular popularity as reference to someone who sometimes

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When I left the United States after a four-year college degree stint, all my US friends were wondering how I would fit back in to Malaysian society. More specifically, I guess they were all silently wondering why on earth one would want to come back here given a choice. And contrary to my initial beliefs when I first set out for the Promised Land, I myself wanted to come home. Over time, my

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I recently read a local women's magazine that proclaimed to have "10 REAL men you'll just love!" Of course being a KL woman who has been privy to enough laments from her single friends about the lack of real men, I had to buy the magazine. Just to see if I knew anyone in the top ten. As I suspected, the list was far from encouraging. Half the men in it were gay! I guess the editor's

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Recently I hauled out my Tarot cards again after a brief hiatus. I realise I usually do this when there's something plaguing my mind, or I am curious about happenings in my close circle of friends and loved ones. Otherwise, they just sit there in their box, patiently waiting. Perhaps I've also been newly inspired by my super natural friend who says that she feels the Year Of The Monkey is

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I'm not a parent. And by no means am I about to be one soon. But like most other Malaysians, I can't help but feel extremely sad by the number of child molestation and rape cases suddenly being reported in the media. It's almost as if we woke up one day and became a society of child molesters. Of course the reverse is true. Child abuse, sexually or otherwise, has always been here. It's

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Last weekend my supernatural friend stayed over. We ate and ate too much, laughed, gossipped, exchanged beauty secrets and played this super addictive board game called Risk. If you're a strategy game buff and you haven't tried it, do. It kicks major behind in the intellect department. And it's a whole load of fun. When else can you entertain ambitions of world domination? OK, maybe if

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My sister rang today to tell me that she has officially set a date for her wedding. Then she went on to tell me about her already emerging battle with Mom about the wedding arrangements. Not the marriage, mind you, but the wedding. Three receptions vs one big bash, alcohol vs no alcohol, kampung guests vs close friends, the list goes on. I think if I had to go through the same thing myself, I

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I have a super-natural friend. Or maybe hyper-natural is a better word. In my little universe of people that's small enough to fit a dining table (mine, to be exact), her state of heightened being has become so normal to us that I wonder if others eavesdropping would think we are ALL slightly off our rockers. Not that I'm implying she is. Let me be absolutely clear. This woman is amazing.

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In my novice attempt at surfing the world of blogs, I stumbled onto a link to kakiseni.com which talked about the recent staging of Turandot. But that's not really the subject of today's musings. Above the article was a banner calling for public votes in conjunction with the Boh Cameronian Awards. Much as I wanted to cast my own opinions, I resisted, because I realised that for once in a long,

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Tea With A CEOOne of the few perks of my job is that sometimes I get the opportunity to share rare moments with some of KL's best. I have seen CEOs whose staff quiver at the mere mention of their names appear vulnerable, puppy-eyed and desperate for me to say something that will help them feel less nervous. And sometimes, just sometimes, I have the good fortune of getting a glimpse at what

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Morning KLass In a little club down a back alley of a prominent office building in KL, the music apparently doesn't start pumping till 4:00 am. And it goes on till 9, way after the sun has come up and good folks are on their way to church. Out of sheer curiosity and dance music deprivation, that's where I found myself at 5 am. And it was jumping! The place was packed, ventilation was bad,

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Post Party-um There was a time, not too long ago, when this time of the week would have found me out partying somewhere in KL. Tonight, I'm at home, enjoying the fat pipes my new broadband connection provides. I LOVE IT! It kicks ass. It means impatient me is no longer subject to the worldwidewait. Or at least, not yet. But I digress. This whole partying thing, it used to drive me mad,

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Elephants In Bangsar Recently my grandfather celebrated his 94th birthday. Ever since I have known him, he has changed little in my eyes except for the fact that he is now less fearsome, more affectionate and generous with dispensing his sense of humour. Unlike other people I know, I have been fortunate enough to have a grandfather who is still living in all senses. He's alert, knows how much

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Island Fever Over the weekend, I went to Langkawi. And although the surf where I stayed was less than appealing, the ambience and lifestyle possibilities it dangled infront of me certainly gave me cause to pause. Once upon a time, our ancestors probably woke up every day to gorgeous views of the sea and islands, or trees and animals. At what point in our evolution did we decide to trade it

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The Dog's Breakfast Something I heard today inspired a Machiavellian streak in me. I was told that as of the start of this New Year, residents of Subang Jaya can only apply for dog licences if they have written permission from their next door neighbours. Of course, this was a mandate issued by the MPSJ on the q-tip. No public announcements, let alone discussions. So much for the new

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Corporate Government? Corporate KL often moans about the inefficiency and lack of foresight displayed by the civil service. Us professional citizens love lording it above government servants about how disorganized they are, how un-service oriented their work culture is, and how we could probably run their departments better. Not to mention the twice-a-day tea breaks and numerous prayer breaks

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Three Degrees Of Separation Everyone who reads knows who Norita Samsudin is. Or was, as would be the correct terminology in grammar. I've always found the past tense such a strange way of referring to the deceased. As if by dying they cease to exist as the person they were. If anything, I would think it makes more sense to do the opposite and refer to them in the present tense. After all,

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