You wake up feeling zombie after a tough night fighting with your boyfriend online.

Drag your feet to the washroom for a shower only to find your favorite perfumed shower foam is missing. cursing your maid, you reach for the medicated Dettol shower foam *sigh.

Wrap a towel and walk back to the room. Search for a top and matching pants with one hand holding the towel. Green blouse - grey pants?? Nah! Hmm.. black top - black pants??? Never!! Search again.. white shirt - black pants!! Ha.. this is more likely.

But the shirt badly needs ironing. With one hand still holding the towel, you grab the iron box, plug it in and starts ironing. It's your lucky day - the shirt didn't get burn. You smiled, just like this --> :-)

The make-up regime begins now. You start it with toner, moisturizer and then go for foundation. Forgot all about the concealer. Ah.. never mind. Continue with loose powder, eye liner, mascara, lip balm, lip stick and finally lip gloss. Yes, it's in that order.

Grab the court shoes - wishing you bought the heels you saw last Sunday at the mall :-|. Anyway, life has to go on.

Toss the document bag, hand bag and the laptop bag in to the back seat. Why on earth they created different bag? Someone needs to come up with all in one bag for ladies!

Starts driving. Everything is fine until you reach the junction. Worst nightmare - the bad traffic jam starts 1km before it usually does. You swear at the driver in front of you. Moments later, same words against the driver at your right and then, the one at your left.

After a grueling 55 mins, you reach your office. Oh yea, it's 10am now and you suppose to be in at 9am. Your boss looks at you. You are expecting the worse and then....he smiled.

You smile at him and enter your cabin. Minutes later you realize he didn't smile looking at your face. You are wearing bright red interior clothing beneath your white shirt.

Great!

*just a post to make everyone to smile. i'm still on the road to recovery. will be back blog-hopping soon. hugs and thanks for the wishes! :)

When I posted about Sufiah Yusof@Shilpa Lee turning to vice last week, I had the highest recorded number of hits, even higher from the days of HINDRAF and General Election 2008. I found my fellow Malaysian bloggers blogging about her, suggesting she needs 'help' and even the government offered to go all the way to Manchester to 'pull her back into the right path'. While I could understand the bloggers' sentiment, I couldn't digest the government's so called Save Sufiah Project. Come on!

• First, she is NOT a Malaysian, Sufiah is a half Malaysian who may not even consider herself as one of us.

• Second, we have more issues at home to be taken care at, rather than hunting down a full-grown woman who has chosen her path.

• Third, its high time the government stop trying to seek publicity via sensationalised issues like this one - you are in dire need of taking care of your own self here, okie?

I was holding my comments when I posted about her earlier. That's so typical of me - I usually take time to observe before I comment on anything, and this has turned out to be a good thing now. Sufiah has given a blasting tell-all kinda interview, telling the world how happy she is leading her own life.

Sufiah decided to CONFESS ALL after we revealed how the former child prodigy was working as a £130-an-hour prostitute while studying for a masters in economics.

"People think escorting is sleazy and terrible but I don't see it like that," she says. "I've always had a high sex drive—and now I'm getting all the sex I want—and guys are much better in bed with an escort than a girlfriend.

"I have men who are thrilled about my passion for mathematics. In fact one made me recite equations while he pleasured me, then I gave him oral sex while he chatted about algebra. It drove him wild."

And brainbox Sufiah has worked out that subtracting your respectability to become a prostitute can equal big money.

She has told us a long story about her past and current life, complete with sexy pictures and a video HERE.

My say - if she has chosen what to do with her life, we should just leave her alone. She is not a 15-year old kid who ran away from Oxford anymore. She is a full grown woman who knows what she is doing, and we just have to treat her that way.

I have another post for today but I can't help it when I read this news online. Got to post it right away...

Not long ago, a 13-year old Sufiah Yusoff made it to the Oxford University. Now, she is posting 'her service' for £130 for an hour in the Internet. It is reported that she has turned into a hooker. The paper reported that she had called herself Shilpa Lee on a hookers’ website. She is said to have advertised herself as “a sexy, smart student” who preferred “older gentlemen”.

Troubles started when she ran away from home at 15. Refused to go back to home, saying living with his father is like hell. Placed under social care, and then got married when she turned 19 only to get divorced a year later.

So, now she is a hooker and her father whom she is not fond of, has been sent to jail for molesting two students under his care *sigh. The family is ruined and I am still thinking what went wrong.

My mood is spoilt for the day. May be this is one reason why I should refrain from reading newspapers in the morning.



p/s: more news with disturbing photos here which may offend some people.

Now all the hype is settling in. BN and the people are slowly (but surely) accepting the fact that 5 states are now going to be ruled by DAP-PKR-PAS. They have promised, we have spoken, and now its time to sit back and watch.

March 8 was not only historic in that sense. It was International Women's Day, and couple of my friends did send me smses wishing me for the day. Thank you guys and sorry I didn't get to reply - was focusing too much on the election :P

I hope it is still not too late for a post on the day. Last year I have highlighted beautiful women bloggers I have known in the blogworld. This time, I don't think I am going to pinpoint anyone, or slam the male species. See.. I'm being a good gal.

My heart goes to the men this time. I know, the sub-species of male chauvinists, abusers and blah blah blah... are slowly going to extinct. It may take some time before we could celebrate the extinction of such dangerous creatures. but we are getting there. There are men who walk by their women, not in front trying to take control. There are men who remember the birthdays, anniversary dates etc. There are men who help around with the housework. There are men who hold the lift doors for the ladies. There are men who are simply amazing , beyond description. It is possible for us, the women to keep on progressing with the encouragement given by these men. And this year, the celebration should be dedicated to such men.

[Sorry for not visiting your blogs as often as I should. Currently busy with my remaining work in the office (:P) and some other projects. There won't be any Friday post 2moro. Will try to blog hop whenever I get the time. And Keshi, yours will be the first blog I am gonna visit. No worries. Hugss!!]

Okie, it has been exactly 24 days since the incident happen, and some of you may find this post like an old newspaper now. I am sure some of the bloggers have highlighted this. To those who have no idea what I am talking about (especially to my country people), here is a bit of the news:

The shocking pictures of two young women being molested by a mob of 70 to 80 men at Mumbai's Juhu area in the early hours of New Year's Day, has ashamed the city.

The women, one in a black dress and the other in a jeans and top emerged from the JW Marriott with two male friends around 1:45 am, and began walking towards Juhu beach close by.

A mob of about 40 got after them and began teasing the women when one of the women swore loudly at the hooligans. But the mob, now 70-80 strong, wouldn't let go.

They trapped the women near a vehicle and a tree, and pounced on them. A man in a white shirt tore off the black dress. Another, in a blue shirt, led the assault.

As the women fell on the ground, dozens of men jumped on them.

More news here: NDTV , Zeenews


70-80 men vs 2 women + 1 man? Doesn't sound like a fair fight to me! I can't bring myself to publish the photos of the assault that was taken by reporters who were at the scene. Just gp to the news link I gave and see it yourself.

To add insult to the injury, the Police Commissioner only has this to say?

While the entire nation saw with horror pictures of the incident in a national daily, the Mumbai Police Commissioner D N Jadhav said, “Don’t make a mountain out of a molehill. Keep your wives at home if you want them safe. These kind of small things can happen anywhere”

I had the link to the video interview with the Commissioner where he state this to the media. Damn.. couldn't find it now!

"Wise" people's advice are meant to headed. So, girls.. stay home after this. No roaming in streets even with your hubby. No working. Screw women's contribution to the economy, our safety comes first. Or how about chastity belt for women (and girls) whenever they have to go out? We are going centuries back - we were 'safe' then!!!

Probably these were in his mind when he gave the interview.

I believe women deserves to be treated much better than past and present. That is my stand. Be it in the working environment, access to latest technology, family establishment or society in general, I want to see women to be treated as equal to men. No, I would never undermine a man's rights and ego. I know I will never succeed in that. All I want is some sort of recognition to women.

I don't want women to be regarded only as a machine to provide sexual pleasure and to make babies. I don't want women to be treated more or less like a servant. At the same time, I don't believe in queen control, or bimbo act. I hate it in fact. I want to see some sort of balance in responsibilities borne by men and women.

It is not (only) men's fault that some women out there are being exploited. What saddens me is that there are women out there taking advantage of the weaker ones! For example, this news (and also this) where women in some parts of India being 'recruited' as surrogate mothers for a handsome fees. They are 'confined' in a luxuries house, well-taken care of and all they have to do is to hand over the baby to the biological parents immediately after the delivery. They are renting out their womb, and I believe that they have been sort of brainwashed to accept this as a mere transaction. Yes, surrogate pregnancy is not new but doing it as a business??? After all, it is a woman doctor running this so called 'clinic'. Isn't this called exploitation of weaker women?

I may not be Eleanor of Aquitaine who believed in women's superiority over men or
Celia Sánchez who comprise a combat squad during the Cuban revolution or Margaret Hilda Thatcher, the Iron Lady, but I am just being me.

I am hoping for a world that gives equal rights to everyone, a world that is free from sexual harassment, a world where domestic violence doesn't exist. If that means I am a feminist, let it be.

I always have respect for women who stood up for other women. Marina Mahathir is one of such person I admire, regardless what some have to say about her. This morning I came across an interview transcript of hers. Here is one of a remarkable answer of hers and read the rest of the interview in Malaysia Today.

Q: Let's delve into the topic of feminism. You seem to advocate western liberal feminism. Is that suitable in the Malaysian context?

Marina Mahathir: I don’t know why wanting to have equality between men and women should be exclusively western. As if only Western women deserve it and we don’t.

Look, once upon a time women in Malaysia couldn’t go to school and couldn’t do many things. Now they can, they’ve become Ministers, Bank Governors, CEOs, what-have-you. Is that particularly Western? Or do we think that a place like the Islamic Republic of Pakistan where more than 60% of its women are illiterate is the Eastern way to go?

To simply say that Asian feminists or Muslim feminists are simply aping the West is to trivialise a lot of good work that is being done by us, without which you wouldn’t get many of the achievements that we have had. Was it aping the West that we have a Domestic Violence Act? No, because it is totally shameful that we should allow the sort of violence against women that goes on in our country and still goes on. We were the first country in Asia to have one -- that is something to be proud of. That’s because we desperately needed such an Act, not because we simply wanted to follow what the West did.

Why is it that when men put up buildings, go crazy over technology, use gadgets, etc., they are never accused of aping the West while if women ask for the rights due to them, they are? Unless the eastern way is to have women always a step below men. But I guess there are plenty of men who think that way. Poor things.

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I'm in search of a species named Homo sapiens with a rare subspecies called Homo sapiens gentilis. In layman term, I am looking for a gentleman. Anyone has any information on this precious subspecies? Have they gone extinct? Or are they should be classified as endangered species? What is your say?



*gentilis - Latin word from which the word gentleman was derived from.

Okie okie.. I don't wear miniskirts anymore (I used to.. *sighh!!) because I'm too fat (and ugly) in it. *hate to admit this to the world.. but got to speak some truth at some point nah? hehehehehehe

But I'm all for low neck tops/tunics/saree blouses! Oh yea.. I flaunt it!! It looks sexy and most importantly took away the unnecessary attention from my hips, for which I am glad for! Especially, a low neck saree blouse combined with see-through black/maroon/white saree!! Whoa!! and I am very sure there are a lot of girls out there with similar taste. See, even a geek like me talks about fashion nowadays!! ;)

I know what is the difference between being sexy and being naked okie?? So, there is no need for me to 'regret' or 'ashamed' of what I wear. First of all, it is no one's concern of what I wear. I know how to cover up when I visit temples. I know how to dress up for work, and I definitely know my limits. So, what's with the rolling eyes, boys?



*Especially dedicated for the dungu who seems to enjoy leaving messages in my flickr whenever he sees a cleavage.


Before I have someone trashing me for the post, just wanna make something clear here.. as I always emphasized in all my other "so-what" posts, "I" or "me" in the post not necessarily refers to myself. The "so what" series are about women and issues surrounding them. I just put myself in their shoes and trying to make myself to feel and endure what they are going through.

Read my other post in the series: I'm not a virgin...so? | I'm dark-skinned...so? | I want a househusband...so? | I'm a Tamil ponnu... so? | I'm pretty... so? | I wear saree.. so?

I did semen analysis before :P. Please believe me when I say so. It was my industrial training and I was placed in one of the leading pathological laboratory here. There will be a rotation and the trainees were required to be placed in each department for about 7 - 10 days whether you like it or not. That's when I learnt to analyse blood, urine, stool (yucks!) and semen! :)))))

I was 21 and I never seen seminal fluid ever prior to that. Hehehehe.. not at I am seeing it everyday now. It was initially freaky and I was a bit 'shy'. It was an analysis for male infertility. We got to record the colour, liquidity, sperm motility and sperm count. As semen has to be analysed within 2 hours upon collection, the clients usually drop by the lab and 'provide' their samples then and there. Hell no! We are not allowed to collect the sample from the clients, mind you ;) Our work strictly confined to the lab.

I remember wearing double gloves - just to make sure NONE of the semen touched my hands or fingers. I couldn't imagine eating my lunch with my hands if I ever got into close contact with that sticky thing! :S God bless the glove-makers! One thing I enjoyed doing there will be watching the sperms moving. Or was it racing? Hehehehehe!

Humour apart, I realised one thing - there are few men out there understood there is such thing as male infertility. When a couple is not blessed with a child, the first thing one would say - "send the wife for a medical check up". What's wrong in sending the husband for a check up? The facts say that in any case of a couple being childless, 40% of the infertility is related to men and 20% of the cases is incurable. And here we got men marrying for second or even third time citing that his wife is 'infertile'.

Probably they don't want their ego to be shattered. That's one. What could be other reasons for some men to ignore the fact they need professional help here?

IPOH: A man was ordered by the High Court here to pay at least RM70,000 for breaking a promise to marry a woman.

Justice Mohd Azman Husin ruled that legal clerk S. Nagamah, 38, had proven a claim against legal office administrator R. Punnosamy, 41.

The decision was made in chambers yesterday.

Justice Mohd Azam said he found Nagamah’s testimony to be more convincing than Punnosamy’s and ordered him to pay RM50,000 for breaching his promise to marry her.

He also ordered Punnosamy to pay RM20,000 for Nagamah’s mental anguish and loss of reputation, name and honour, as well as costs.

Another RM2,000 was awarded to Nagamah as compensation for assault when Punnosamy slapped her in 2002 after she had supposedly threatened his fiancée at a tuition centre in Teluk Intan.

Read the rest of the news HERE.


A case of a man breaking his promise to marry a woman is a rather very subjective matter. Mere monetary compensation will definitely not going to undone what he has done to her, but remember for some men out there, money means a lot to them. Taking a portion of their wealth surely gonna hurt their ego (plus with the fact that their names have been published in leading daily!). Nagamah might never get back what she has lost, but she has set a precedence to women in Malaysia.

Guys... Dare to cheat another gal again???


*Glad to be back on my usual mode of blogging! :P

In Malaysia:
Scenario: The Parliment

Bung Mokhtar (Kinabatangan MP) reportedly said: “Mana ada bocor, Batu Gajah pun tiap-tiap bulan bocor juga (Where is the leak? Batu Gajah leaks every month too) against Batu Gajah MP Fong Poh Kuan who had complained about the leaks in the Parliament lobby.

I don't understand if this is the 'usual' kinda language he uses at home. Kudos to the women who are speaking against pathetic souls like him.


More news:
There they go again

Said refuses to apologize

MPs say sorry but retracts it later

Shahrizat to meet MPs



In Iraq:
Scenario: On the street

A teenage girl lies dead on the ground in a pool of her own blood.Her once groomed hair is cast across her face like a rag doll's, her skirt pulled up to complete her humiliation. In another image, she is seen lying on her side, her face battered and bloodied, barely recognisable. The concrete block used to smash in her face lies next to her.Du'a Khalil Aswad was beaten, kicked and stoned for 30 minutes at the hands of a lynch mob before one of her attackers launched a carefully aimed fatal blow.

Are we moving towards a civilized world or what? :S


More here:
The girl who was stoned to death for falling in love





This is actually a song sung by Jesse, a Malaysian artiste remixed with scenes of a 80s movie. Dedicated to all women.

I was going through my Flickr account, and found something thats rather amusing - my 7 most viewed photos are of me in saree! I made a collage of the top 5 as below. I know some people has Flickr with thousands of hits and this is nothing compared to theirs. But mind you - I don't belong to any Flickr groups and very few knows the existence of another Flickr account besides the one I use for posting the wallpapers.

I am puzzled. Of all the photos, why the ones in sarees become hit (relative to the others). I even had a hopeless obsessed 'fan' selecting all my photos in saree as his favourites and commenting in each photo. I had to block the dungu *sigghhh.. Apart from flickr, the friendster profile picture of me in a black saree (everyone's fav..i know) does 'attract' a lot of attention.



Now the trashing part...

So what if I wear saree? What difference does it make to anyone now? What if I had to wear a kutty blouse with it? Every gal who wears saree have to wear kutty blouse. So what is your problem? Does that make me to look sexy in your eyes? So what if I did? If its so difficult to pull your sight away from my waistline, you may want to consider pulling both your eyes off. Why saree is being seen as a sexy attire here? Because 'some' actresses wear it as if they don't know how to wear one? Or is it because you can see little bit of flesh over the waist? *remember Kushi?

Now don't come to me and say "ammu, could you please change your profile pic? its looking sexy." or "ammu, if you dont want to invite unwanted attention, you may want to remove your saree pics". I might ask you to go to hell. Beware!




Before I have someone trashing me for the post, just wanna make something clear here.. as I always emphasized in all my other "so-what" posts, "I" or "me" in the post not necessarily refers to myself. The "so what" series are about women and issues surrounding them. I just put myself in their shoes and trying to make myself to feel and endure what they are going through.

Read my other post in the series: I'm not a virgin...so? | I'm dark-skinned...so? | I want a househusband...so? | I'm a Tamil ponnu... so? | I'm pretty... so?

No, its nothing like what you are thinking. Its a movie title (Tamil = Unnale Unnale). A typical Karan Johar's style romantic flick, with Melbourne as its backdrop. Mahen dislikes it, I think he hates it. Brother likes it. Sis and I think its exaggerated. You may want to read the movie review here, my post is going to be strictly on the characters involved.

Simply put...The hero, Kartik, a carefree and supposely handsome guy who receives alot of attention. The heroine, Jansi, a matured and serious (they say over-reacting/over-sensitive) woman. And the second heroine, Deepika (played by Kajol's sister), basically a kiddo. So now, K & J broke up because of their differences, and J went off to Melbourne. K has no idea where she is, and of course doesn't look like he is looking for her. Fate sends K to Mel and he meets D in the plane. They become frens and later K saw J in Mel & D is actually J's colleague. K tries to win J's heart again, but ends up in D's arm instead. And in the end, J leaves Mel (again) for Sydney, thinking that D is the best choice for K. Oh yea, and K marries D. J stays single in Sydney.

Assuming you are still sane with all these alphabets, don't you think the whole story is pathetic? I mean.. for one, no two living things are hundred percent alike in this world, save for clones. Of course you gonna face messy fights and turmoil in relationship. Fairytale relationship do not exist.

Two, K is not a 'totally' innocent fella. Any girlfriend who is serious and committed to the relationship would react the same way J did if her boyfriend is caught cheating. What if J did what K did? Won't K react the same way?

Three, why didn't he look for her when she left India? Why he completely forgot her and only 'thought' of all the sweet memories when he saw her again? What if he never sees her? Will he stay single because he loves her and only her (like he claims)?

Four, why should J leaves all the time? *sigghhhhh..and why would they end the story with V marrying D, but J stays single with some stupid memories? why can't they give some hope to people in same shoes like J? hope that they will made somebody who thinks in the same wavelength like them? :| Are they trying to say that if you don't wanna compromise, you will have to stay single and grow old in the home alone?

Its just a boring movie. But looking beyond the screen, I see an imbalance between the characters and an unfair treatment to J.


Verdict: Kartik (played by Vinay) is not THAT handsome. Certainly not my type :P The only plus will be the songs, although they came too often disrupting the story. Watch only if you can digest the ending.

Yea guys (and gals).. 8th March is International Women's Day, and what can be more 'international' than blog-o-sphere?

At times, we rant about life. At times, about boys (or is it guys :P). At times, at ridiculous rules and regulations aimed at women. At times .... just about anything.

Here I present a list of women bloggers who have made some differences in my life (in random order of course). I knew most of them from the my early days in the blogworld.


Keshi - she is my darling. need i say more about this gal from Sydney?

Michelle - a teen blogger from Pune. Pretty chick! reminds me of myself when i was (ahem) her age.

Deepa - quite a thinker. hope she will blog more often though :) missing ya dear!

Rathna (White forest) - a blogger from Bangalore. another blogger i wish to see more often here.

Visithra - fellow blogger from Malaysia. MIA at the moment but i'm sure she would bounce back soon. a avid photographer. and i just love her bindis.

Uttsy - an optimistic. never met someone as positive minded as her.

She shines - by right, this gal should not be in the list.. lolz.. my lil sis.

Praveen - another Malaysian blogger whom later i found out to be from my uni. and we never have met before in real before landing in each other's blog here. ironic eh? :)

Loon gal - a really really pretty chick from London! :P

Priya - someone still new to me but i can sense that this gal is another strong-willed and sensible person. well.. she makes sense most of the time.

Princess Aiz - i just love her poems.. don't you?

Seema - just like Priya, I'm still getting to know her. and just like Princess Aiz, she just too good in writing poems!

2 post in 1 - hopefully that explains the bizarre nature of the title for this post.

First, its Chinese New Year (Year of Boar - although I call it Year of Piggies :P) again. I digged my archives and found an ancient post on CNY. Save my time writing another one for this year :P what a lazy piggy I am. kekekeke. But I'm hard-working enough to design a wallpaper for CNY. It actually developed from pictures I took of the lantern hanging over my dining table.

Now about chastity belt. I think by now, you guys already know how many dungus Malaysians have as authority. lolz. Here is another bizarre announcement/suggestion which came from someone who is described as 'a well-respected religious figure'. I don't know if these guys actually think before they speak or it is otherwise. Of course, the suggestion came under fire from the women groups.

Wait.. may be he is right, just got the gender wrong. What if I say.. "the majority of sexual offenders are men. so its mandatory for Malaysian men to wear chastity belts and the keys are to be hold by their mother or wife". Nice eh?

I'm pretty... I'm elegant... I'm stylish... I'm beautiful inside and out..

So what now?

Does that mean I have no brain? Dude... I'm sure my GK is far better than most of the people! Just because I like Christian Dior and Jimmy Choo, it doesn't make me just a bimbo.. I love to be pampered, it doesn't mean I'm not capable of challenges.. I have an eye on the macho guy at the next desk, it doesn't mean I have low moral values.. My walk invite other's attention, it doesn't mean I'm stooping low.. I have this thing for short skirts, it doesn't mean I wish you to look under it..


So what if I wanna be girlish? I'm a girl after all.. a pretty one in fact! Whoever feels beauties doesn't have brain either have no taste or no eyes. Why I wanna be bothered?
I have a class and I have guts. What more you wanna see?

Before I have someone trashing me for the post, just wanna make something clear here.. as I always emphasized in all my other "so-what" posts, "I" or "me" in the post not necessarily refers to myself. The "so what" series are about women and issues surrounding them. I just put myself in their shoes and trying to make myself to feel and endure what they are going through. So, please do not e-mail me (as usual) and ask if I'm still a virgin or not. And I apologize if I'm not visiting your blogs as usual, tied up with some 'work' here. Give me a day or two. Thanks ;)

Read my other post in the series: I'm not a virgin...so? | I'm dark-skinned...so? | I want a househusband...so? | I'm a Tamil ponnu... so?

are inseparable..

At least teddy bears & I are inseparable. But as much as I love them, I never had a huge teddy. Never hugged one. Don't know why. May be, its just never meant to be mine. But I definitely won't say no if someone wanna get me one! :p

Before I get into depressed mode, let me cheer up myself...If teddies are my fav gift, what is your fav?

During a council proceeding, a CCTV was 'caught' zooming on one of the reporter's thigh instead of the proceeding! Read the initial report HERE. Usual reactions like havoc, police report and 'investigation' followed it. But the comment given by the council president caught many by surprise. You can read it HERE. This is what I call a dumb response.

I'm reserving my comment on this. Will update again when I have cool down a little.

As expected, The council president is being slammed by numerous groups, as expected. Read it HERE, HERE , HERE and HERE. Reactions which I knew who come sooner or later. We have discussed this issue of sexy-women-asking-to-be-raped many times. In the end, we always come to the conclusion of victims should not be blamed. Yet, the issue never dies. After sometime all the discussion, the explanation soon forgotten and we are all back to square one - handling critism from male chauvinist who knows nothing else other than blaming the women for the harassment and discrimination we face. Harassments and violence on women happens regardless of her looks, her age or even her attire. Will the council president say the same thing if this happened to one of his own family member? I don't think he would say "Oh, this happened because my xxx didn't wear her tudung." or "I should make sure my xxx stick to a dress code". He would have ragged with temper.

So, why the discrimination when it comes to someone else's daughter? Who gave this man the rights to disgrace another woman? Is mere apology is enough to undo the damage? For me, a man who doesn't respect another woman, do not deserve any respect either. He has lost the respect which the society gave him, I don't think he even deserves to be forgiven.

I love shopping. and anyone close to me knows how much I love it. they say shopping is the (one of the) best therapy, I couldn't agree more. shopping is a mini-vacation...where you forget about your problems in the office; forget about pending assignments; forget about ur bf's grumbles for that 2 hours of priceless time in the shopping mall. nah…. shopping is not about buying. its about letting go of burden in your heart.

Some may not agree, but I hate shopping during sales. I hate sales. sales is basically a marketing gimmick. there is no such thing as giving discounts as for the benefits of the consumers. if someone can slash the price for 50% or 70%, just think about the real cost of that product. *sigghh.. but then, we still find womenfolk clogging the malls during mega sales. oh yea.. did I tell you Malaysia has 3 mega sales???

I love to push the trolley with ease without need to worry about banging on kids who are running around screaming like there is no tomorrow. I love to stock up blouses and skirts, and yet manage to walk around the mall without the fear of tripping on someone. I love to carefully select my lingerie without getting caught by naughty eyes of some men. I love to go all the way to the 3rd floor to select the heels, but only to come down to the ground floor again to purchase the first pair I laid my eyes on. So what if I take 2 hours to buy a blouse - shopping is a luxury after all.

When I say shopping is a therapy..it only means I should find satisfaction at the end of my 'therapy session'. not higher blood pressure as the result of squeezing myself between seas of people in the boutiques. not nagging foot ache as the result of queuing up for 1/2 hour at the cashier counter. not headache at the result of breathing in various types of smell (yuckss).. what I want is pure satisfaction. that is why I finished my Diwali shopping one month ahead of the festival. cramming between people in Little India will be the last in my want-to-do list.

So, mommy.. I am NOT coming with you for grocery shopping in weekends anymore!