Make Over

I have been introduced to another gal, let's call her my Astro gal. Intro was by a mutual friend, Y. I've known Y for some time and we have been somewhat close friends.

Y was wondering why (no pun intended) I have not asked her for Astro gal's number. I said, I would prefer to meet Astro gal again and ask her for her number. By the way, I think Astro gal is really pretty. She's tall too!

Y then sheepishly suggested that I should really get a make over. I am game enough to try and I've even asked Y to be my makeover consultant, unsure if that's a good choice. Y is sure eager to start work.

What bothers me is, should I care to do a make-over? I really should just be who I am. If I have to change my looks just to attract gals, surely the relationship is rather 'skin-deep' only. Why can't people accept others for who they are? What if I get dis-figured in a car accident? Will she dump me? I rather have someone who accepts me for me. I will do likewise. Sure, I admit I can do with a make over, but the idea of requiring a make over for a relationship scares me.

What a girl wants

Been flirting a fair bit with my ex colleague, C, who is currently single. She is looking for a boyfriend, but I do find it somewhat strange. Firstly, she has mentioned that she wants to have full control over her bf.

I then asked her, what do you want in your bf. Oh, she wanted a generous guy, a gentleman and treats her well.

Now now. Where is the love? At no one, she mentions that the guy must love her. What she wants, could well be fulfilled by a sugar daddy - generous gentleman. But really, where is the love? Why would someone want to control another person in the relationship? Instead of what is best for the guy, or what's best for the gal, why don't people say, what's best for the couple? Why not what's best for the relationship?

I am still flirting with C and W. W has shown some interest, but I intend to be just good friends with her for the time being. It is a bit easier to carry out conversations with W lately. No idea why. Either way, wish me luck!

Montfot Boys Home

It has been indeed a very good weekend for me. I am happy. OK, I have realized I've been a bad blogger too.

Today, I was at the Montfort Boys Town (MBT) Open House Carnival. Being a regular donor, there was a flier informing me of the event. The bad blogger comes in when I did not help promote this event on my blog. Good thing the turn out was good.

Although I have made many donations, usually in small amounts, I have never been to the place. So, this morning, I though it would be a lot of fun to visit MBT.

Just before visiting the place, I was rather worried too. I have been to some charitable organizations (like old folks home) and I ended up being very depressed when I left. The sight of partially neglected folks don't gel well with me.

To my big surprise, the place was indeed a very happy carnival. The kids were not neglected. They look happy and very enthusiastic about their work. It was indeed a party place.

What's so heartwarming? The kids. The smile of their faces. That's worth millions, really.

Then, to see Malaysians, regardless of race or religion supporting a good course. There were Malay / Muslim food stalls. This enforces my believe that left alone, the public is

not racist or discriminate. It's really the governments and politicians who would stir things up for their own gains. For their own job security.

MBT has their own classes, such as baking lessons etc. So, today, the kids were proudly selling their products. Yes, that's the result of a lot of hard work and support from the public.

The really moving part is, there's a section of stalls set up by the alumni. It says "MBT Alumni" and something along the lines that they have made it with 'your support'. Very moving indeed to see the good results of the system.

Even the bigger corporations ( I think this is Ayam A1) supporting a good cause. Domino's Pizza was there too. And the Bar Council had a stall to give free legal advice. Not bad at all.

Oh, I spent about RM 100 there. Bought heaps of food. Most of them tasted very good. In any case, it is for charity.

Moments ago, I was chatting with another friend. Poor gal. She is all stressed up, because some of her classmates are married to a 'rich bastard' (in her words) and another has a nice Honda Civic. So, once again, what has become of us? To measure ourselves in terms of Gucci and cars and rich bastards for husbands? What happened to charity? What happened to being compassionate? What happened to helping others?

Material wealth is just a way to fill in our void. Our void of happiness. Sure, I would be happy to get a Gucci, but for how long? Till I see the next 'bastard' with a bigger Gucci tie? Silly isn't it?

And think about it. If I were to drop dead tomorrow, do you think Honda will send me flowers and say "We miss a good customer"? Or is it more likely for others to remember what we have taught others? I sure can remember my teachers. And strangely, people remember the things I tell them too (like Same Shit Different Buckets).

Nett nett, I want to be remembered. Remembered for something which I have contributed. Something that I have taught. Doesn't matter if they do not remember me personally, but at least remember the little knowledge which I have passed on to them. That would be very heart-warming. And it would sure last a lot longer than any Gucci or Prada items.

Left: The clock tower, which is the landmark for MBT.

Now, I am looking for ways to be a volunteer teaching for the kids there. Part time at least. My physics and engineering is a little rusty, but I sure hope to be able to contribute to the society.

Success

I had an interesting after lunch conversation with a friend, Y. Y was commenting that there was a lot of work to be done in the office and she needed to start working late. She also mentioned that another friend of her was working way too late till there was no time to go to the gym.

Which is when I started posing her a simple question. Why work so hard? After all, work is work. I mean, it should be an honest day's wage for an honest day's work. No more, no less. Sure, by all means, work darn hard from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. But why work late everyday? Working late once a while to complete some urgent and important work is fine. But daily? Something is terribly wrong.

After much thought, Y finally answered "For success and fame". Something was even more wrong with the answer. Let's study it for a moment.

If success means money - hmmm. Have you ever heard of a cubicle worker getting rich? I don't think so. You seen a cubicle worker getting enough money to even get by? Hardly. Same with fame. Any famous cubicle workers? Heck, even William Hung did not get famous by sitting in a cubicle. He had to perform for it.

So, it wasn't really success. She changed her answer to dedication and responsibility. I went on to ask her, what's the definition of dedication / responsibility? Let's look at the bigger picture. What about responsible as a pillow owner, I asked. I mean, heck, we all do own pillows. We have to accompany them at night, slept on them, hug them. So, by working till 2am daily, we are neglecting our duty as a pillow owner. Sounds funny, I know. What if the pillow in question was really your boyfriend? Or girlfriend? Or mother? Or father? Or perhaps, even all of it? Does anyone want to be responsible mother?

Personal successes are also important. "I manage to stay fit". "I lost 10 pounds" (which is my dream for the moment). Why neglect gym? Why neglect sleep? Why not a good laugh in the cinema?

And even with success at work, why not put a timeline to things? I am sure a lot of us, Y included, were very successful during days in university. But do remember. As well as we do for exams, we had 3 hours, or 2 hours, to complete the paper and hand it in. So, why can't we do the same for work? Allocate a reasonable amount of time, complete what we can, and hand it in?

And the most important thing is, why can't we have fun while working? Why does one hate work so much? Go do something else. As much as I complain about Nible2, I enjoy my work a lot. Despite the bitching and some bad moment, it has been fun. I have learnt a lot and had great fun, all paid for. Why prostitute ourselves to do things that we hate?

This reminds me, again, of a senior consultant. He would gentle remind me when I was stressed at work "Always remember. Only God can do miracles. We are only human. Just do what we can." Words of wisdom, I would say.

First Class Idiots

Will the driver / owner of WPK 6393, a black Toyota Vios, please identify yourself? I have just received this in an email. No idea who the photographer is, but I would sure as heck like to find out who the driver was.

The location is obviously the newly renovated Sunway Pyramid car park. It's Level B1, pillar K13.

The driver of this car is what I term a First Class Idiot. Now, should someone present the owner with the appropriate medal?

What kind of person would do such a thing? Once again, my mind boggles. Would you want this person to be your lover? Or your boss? Or your employee? What kind of hurry was this driver in? Or is the driver physically handicapped? I doubt so, because there are no signs on the car to say that the driver is handicapped (usually they have a sign to inform other drivers).

This only re-enforces my believe that we need a serious paradigm shift. Why does everyone wants to be the most pretty, the most good looking, the slimmest, have the longest penis, have a nice car, be rich? Why don't we all want to be more passionate? More caring? A loving husband / boyfriend / girlfriend. What good is a longer penis if they are inconsiderate? Or driving around with a good looking car but behaving like a goon?

Even on Facebook, applications are only about getting rich, building more cities. The application Owned, for example, is all about getting rich. I wish there was a way for this application to donate my 'lunch money' to my friends. Why not? I love a gal. Instead of having a bidding war, I just give all my 'lunch money' to her.

Today, I've just added the application 'City' or something like that. Once again, I do not find the "mass migrate" feature. What if I want to send the citizens of my imaginary city to another city to help them build-up their place? And heck, everyone wants to build up their 'city'. Why not preserve the place? Build parks? As for my city. I want to be the most compassionate. I welcome all citizens, including mass murderers, beggars, nuclear scientist, flying terrorist and yes, even engineers. At this stage, I cannot help but to wonder what happens if I send a bunch of my compassionate citizens to another city!

Trying not to loose any faith in humanity, I am trying very hard to believe that this photograph was staged. What do you think?