Enough

Enough is enough. I'm so fed up with people pushing responsibility to me when it is in fact none of my concern. Why should I always be the guinea pig? Why should I sacrifice myself to benefit the selfish lot? To know what I'm talking about I would have to backtrack to last week.

Last week, my lecturer asked how we were progressing with our test. Then the class replied "Haven't looked into it yet". When the fact is they had. It is just that there are too selfish and do not want to share with others their questions and answers for the test for fearing others might perform better. I am not jumping to conclusions. There is proof. The day before my lecturer asked that holy question, Pak Koo approached me asking me whether I have attempted the test. I told her no for I have been really busy with my assignment. Then she showed me her tests.

Back to the classroom scene. When the lecturer heard that reply, he asked the class who wants to volunteer to do the test and give him 2 sets of the tests. Then no one replied. Then he called out my name and demanded me to do it. I told him I have not finished studying for my test. He rebutted "You can do it as many times as you wish".

Then the gang set the date to do it on the last schooling day. Hence I carried all my books to college that day. One of them asked Flubber "Have you done your test? Want to do it together?". Then Flubber told her that the lecturer will be discussing the test next lesson. Then they cancelled the plan.

On Sunday, one of them messaged me telling me they are doing it on Monday. Prior to that I have already planned with my partner to do our assignment on Monday. Nevertheless, I carried my 'trees' along. I had to multi task for both sides were pushing me (them and my partner). When I attend to them my partner gets upset, when I don't attend to them, they get angry. Then after attempting a few, they decided to call it a day because they didn't know how to answer it (they have the intention to depend on Flubber to help). I didn't even had a chance to attempt it.

Today, the moment my lecturer walked into class he came up to me and said "What happened to you? You were suppose to give me 2 sets of the tests!". Then he marched to the front of the class as though I'm at fault. Like excuse me, I didn't promise you anything. Anyway, it is not my responsibility to do the test for them. They are not worth helping anyway. This is not a selfish saying for I have strong grounds for it. Firstly, when we were doing our assignments, my group was stuck, so we went round approaching them for guidance not for answer. But nooooooo...They shunned us and shooed us away. Then they formed a cartel to boycott my group. So now why should I help them? I have every right to not help them out this time.

Four Wives

There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most. He adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her & gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show her off to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other man!!

He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant is faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.

Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.

One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!"

Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most,endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep my company? "No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word. The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart.

The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here! I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the
very most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.

Then a voice called out: I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go!!" The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!"

Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives...

The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.

Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.

The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

The 1st wife is in fact our soul. Often neglected in our pursuit of material wealth and sensual pleasure. It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed to lament.




*A story worth remembering.

CSI:Compound

Warning: Below are some visually disturbing images. Not suitable for viewers who have weak hearts. The blogger would not be liable for any side effects that arise following the viewing of these images.










This was stumbled upon by my mother under one of our cars. I think it's a cat's still born fetus but my mother thinks it belongs to a rat. Rather unlikely judging from its size.

Lagging

Not too sure which is lagging. My lappy or my internet connection but it sure is frustrating. Don't do this to me! Not now.

50th Entry

Cheers to myself for reaching the 50th blog entry mark. It would have been my 100th entry if I didn't have to split between two blogs. I had been thinking for the past few days on what to post for my 50th entry. Should I blog about something memorable? Or should I just brush this 50th entry thing off. Till now I still couldn't quite decide on the content of this entry. Anyway, I don't think it really matters anyway cause I'm probably the only person who knows of the existence of this blog. Perhaps I should quit blogging entirely.

This blog has not had it's moment of glory nor has it receive any hits but still I carry on posting because I am not a quitter. The content of this blog might not have conformed with what the crowd looks for and expects from a blog. It does not contain any photographs of myself trying to look cute or posing in provocative poses. Neither does it contain any photos of clubbing fiesta. One thing for sure is I stay true to myself. I will not change anything about myself or this blog for the matter just to be accepted by others.

It is really pathetic to change oneself into something you are not just so you would be liked. This blog was not created to receive hits but was created as a place for me to vent my frustration and some reminders of things that happened. The content of the entries might not be appreciated but that doesn't really matter as I'm not appreciated in life anyway. I have always been treated as a pushover and a scapegoat by those around me. People take me for granted and treat me as a hotel by coming and leaving as they wish. Some even use me as a practice to see whether their tricks might work. I have been called names and back stabbed so many times that I am immune towards it. Criticism no longer works on me. If you're thinking of putting me down, you would have to come out with something new.

Layer Cake

A friend of mine went to Jakarta, Indonesia and bought me this layer cake. This is the original Indonesian recipe.

Indonesian still stay true to their roots. Even named their bakery Holland Bakery.

The side view of the cake. It is quite big. Must have cost a lot.

The top view of the cake. Those are almond slices and not mould.

Injured Knee

I injured my knee. How nice. I am now walking like the march of the penguins. What a way to wrap up this month. Sigh.

A Series of Unfortunate Events

June 19 2007

Was on the way to pick up my dad from the station yesterday(19 June 2007) around 2p.m.. On the way I witnessed many 'mishap'. There were branches everywhere. The 'decorative trees' planted by the city council landed on the roads. At Greenlane I saw a national car rammed into the back of a truck and it's bonnet smashed. It caused quite a jam at that spot because everyone slowed down to have a look, although no one was injured.

Not long after that, I witnessed a tree lean over and landed on two new cars in RECSAM's compund which caused the car alarms to go off. More trees were uprooted along the way to the terminal. I told my mum "I have stories to tell daddy later". A few minutes after I said that, I received a call from my dad. He told me our neighbour called and said a tree landed on one of our cars. I hung up and got out from the car to help him with his luggage and we headed home immediately as mum was extremely worried about the car. The traffic was seriously congested throughout our ride home with more trees being uprooted causing vehicles to cram into one lane on the already heavy traffic area. We receive more calls from our neighbours telling us the road back to our place is already covered with fallen trees and told us to detour. Upon reaching home, my mum called the authority and he immediately sent for the voluntary firemen to remove the fallen trees. What a day!

When the tweed can no longer hold, it snaps. This could have been avoided if the council had chopped off the trees and kill the weeds before they overgrow.

Look what you've done!

"Hey get off me. You're blocking my view! AAaaachoo....sniff. I'm allergic towards chlorophyll"

Jokes aside. As you can see there are many more fallen trees in the photo.

These 'trees' are not planted by us. They grew from weeds that turn into undergrowth and finally a fully grown tree. The council people have been told numerous times to chop off these tweeds but noooooo...... This is what happens when the council is lazy and refuse to listen. Now, Who is to be blamed?

Father's Day Today?

I just heard from the news that it is Father's Day today? Goodness Gracious. Didn't know about that. Wonder why there isn't any big hoo haa over it. They usually promote Mother's Day but why there isn't any for both celebration? Anyway, I just want to say

"Happy Father's Day, Daddy!"

P.S.: I want a new handphone for my birthday (hint hint)

Everything

"Do unto others what you want others do unto you".

Just exactly how true is that? Well, I can tell you for sure, it's crap. Pure crap. You can give your all, a 110% and more in doing things for others but you will not get even a meagre 0.01% from them in return. People will just keep taking and taking from you but would never reciprocate. That's just how fair the world is.

It's fine that if you don't want to chip in. Just don't worsen the situation by misleading people from the truth. I know of such people whom are really jealous of other's achievement and will do eveyrything they can to sabotage. They enjoy other's sorrow. Their greatest moment is to see others in trouble. Wonder what glory this people get out of that? Self satisfaction? It's even lower when it comes from a guy. Cheapskate loser. Looks like they have all been bitten by the 'kiasu' bug from the neighbouring country. Village people. Can't blame them from being their true selves - hilly billies.