Please don't do that

At the end of my tuition session today, my students, the twin girls got a massive yelling from their grandaunt. Apparently, they screwed up the timing for tuition and while I thought it was a pretty minor issue, they had a terrible scolding.

Anyway, when I was leaving the place, i gave a lift to the said grandaunt to a nearby hospital. During the journey, she was saying how she had to yell at them so that they would listen and be more obedient. She also said that she took them in, cos she felt sorry becos of their family background and it was tragic if the girls continue to stay with their dad. That was when I found out more about their story.

These two girls' parents don't seem to care very much about them. In fact, they don't see their parents often. Their father has re-married and during the times when they were staying with their stepmom and stepbrother, they were constantly being abused. Said aunt mentioned that the younger twin once got beaten up so bad she had to get a minor eye operation. And the elder one was hit on the head or something. To top it up, it was said that the stepmom would burn them.

I'm not entirely sure what she used to burn them. But the word, burn, itself is a terrible act to use on children, irregardless of the tools used. They had it so bad once, that they ran away from home. At the age of 7.

When I heard that, I don't know why, but it pained me.

We hear stories of child abuse all the time. And you feel sorry for the kids that you read about in the papers. But when it really happens to someone you know, and perhaps somebody you've grown quite fond of, it really cuts.

Now, they're staying with their grandaunt and while I would assume it's a smaller place, they're much happier. They don't ever want to move back with their father. I have heard that should they fail their coming tests again, they'll gonna have to move back.

I tried not to be too hard on them today. I really want them to do better. I don't want them to ever move back and be abused again.

Dry

The tap in my home's toilet is spoilt rotten. It refused to work properly, so we had to have it removed. However, this means that we have to turn off the main water switch so that water would not keep splashing out from the pipe.

When I got home from work today, I saw a lot of dirty dishes in the sink, my dog eating rubbish food, and I was unable to bathe after a tiring workout. All because of one tap. My mom had filled two buckets of water for us to use in the meantime. It was tough, having to fetch water from the toilet to do the dishes, and when I finally decided to turn on the main water switch, I had to bathe in cold water so that the water that was running freely would not go wasted.

All in all, there was a lot of inconvenience.

Then, it dawned on me how much I had taken things for granted. We live in a civilized world, where clean water would flow with the turn of a knob. We do not understand what it means to have to fetch water from the well, let alone dig the well.

When I was little and spent my holidays with my maternal grandma in Malaysia, my father would bring us over to his home, where his parents used to live. My uncle lives there now with his family. Everytime we went over, my father would always make me bathe there, even though I had just had my bath. When I refused, he would get very annoyed but would still insisted that I shower. His reason being, the water that flowed from the tap came from the well, and even during extremely hot days, the water would always be very cooling.

I was a kid, and didn't understand what the fuss was about. The water was chilling to my skin, and despite spending the first 14 years of my life bathing without warm water, I still didn't like that feeling.

When I grew up, I came to know that the source of the water, The Well, was dug by my dad and his elder brother. They started digging during their teenage years and it took them quite a while to finally reach the source of clean water.

I guess my father wanted me to enjoy the fruits of his labour, thus his insistence at my bathing whenever I went over.

It's been years since i last visited the old house with the well. I think, if I ever do visit again, I would most definitely bathe there, and at the same time, remember the hard work that was once put in, for this source of clean water.

A disturbing fairy tale

Once upon a time, I had this friend.

He was irritating, told a lot of lame jokes and had never been kissed. For obvious reasons of course.

He worried day in and out about not losing his virginity until the day he dies. Well, he should be.

Then one day, he met his dream girl while doing his internship.

She certainly fulfilled his criteria in every way:

1) Shops at This Fashion

I'm not exactly sure if this girl shopped at This Fashion, but her clothes certainly did suggest that.

2) Must be stingy

Considering the fact that she had never bought me or any one of us any presents, I take it that she's stingy.

3) Must not smoke, drink, gamble or go to gigolos.

Oh, her religion forbids her to engage in the above acts.

4) Love Fast Food

I have never seen her in a fast food joint, but her overwhelming body strongly suggested that she is a huge fan of fast food joints. Really. She was like a walking burger. Except not enticing, nor delicious.

5) Enjoy the little things in life

She was appreciative of butts. As in asses. So much, that after she fell out of love with Ricky Martin, she became in luv with said friend's butt. To say that she was obssessed with his butt would be an understatement.

And becos this friend of mine loves epilating, it thrilled him very much that the enormous amount of hair on her head (and probably other parts of her body) was able to cater to this fettish. On top of that, he was very much drawn by her "scent".

As days passed, they couldn't resist flirting with each other and throwing one another horny looks. Given my above description of this "dream girl", it is no wonder that she was a virgin too. In fact, the two of them started flirting outrageously with each other (without much physical contact though, cos her religion forbids it). So much that the rest of us started having nightmares.

But to said friend, she was a god-send.

They would have lived happily ever after, if it weren't for dream girl's inability to control her hormones.

You see, dream girl, was especially horny one day and she became suddenly attracted to The Doctor, another intern,'s butt.

We were discussing a particular project halfway, and out of nowhere, dream girl pushed The Doctor onto the floor, and started pulling his trousers down. The Doctor held firmly to his pants, and dream girl was still tugging forcefully on his zipper.

All of us were too shocked to react, especially said friend. His shock turned into anger as dream girl had never reacted with such aggressively charged hormones towards him before. I suspect he was also jealous with The Doctor, for being able to entice dream girl with his tight pants that accentuated his butt and his, erm, equipment that was bulging right through his pants.

Said friend, left his work place, that night, with a dejected heart.

However, he decided to stick to his criteria for a dream girl (becos he really loves fast food and fat women), minus the obssession with men's behinds.

Which is why, up till today, he is still a virgin, and has never been kissed.



The end.

BLOG

Very often, I wonder where artistes and songwriters get their inspiration. It could the laughter of a child, the rustling of leaves, and the sound of rain. When it comes to writing, I get a lot of inspiration from daily life. People and things I see during the course of the most usual routine.

However, there are times when you’re inspired to write becos some annoying person has pissed you off greatly. Zhebin should know this well; he gets pissed easily :P

I had wanted to blog about wat a fantastic job I have and the wonderful benefits that my company provides. But of course, im afraid that some of you reading this might end up feeling resentful that while you’re still stuck in your bloody dead-end job with that lousy pay, other people are having such a good time at work. So, in order to prevent you from trying to hurl rotten eggs or spit at me (which in the process you will dirty your own monitor and feel even more pissed,) I have decided to blog about Sibeh Sian and his romantic affair with a particular gal during his attachment days. I think you guys will like this one.

SBS: I have warned you before, haven’t I? Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Don’t mess with me.

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Some years ago, we were all selected to carry out our internship at our beautiful airport. A total of 12 of us were engaged and we were all despatched to different departments, but under the same unit. I was placed in the office with 4 other guys (Sibeh Sian was one of them) and 1 other gal.

Initially, things were fine. We had a great time but as time passed by, this other gal, whom we nicknamed BQT, started to have some problems with us. I'm not sure if it was because she knew about our constant gossips that centred around her hair, her face and of course, her attitude.

Now, a little background of BQT:

She is not Chinese, suffered from bad-hair-day everyday, and from far, she looked like a cross between Santa Claus (without the jolliness) and a potted plant.

As for how the nick, BQT came about, it was short for .... *drums roll* ....

包 清 天

Bao Qing Tian

As the name suggests, this woman came to work everyday with a "black face". You can't really blame us for calling her that. It was like PMS everyday for her. We didn't understand why, although we did avoid hanging out with her, and sometimes we would snigger whenever she walked past. Maybe that was why.

Anyway, BQT had this fettish for Ricky Martin. She kept talking about what a cute and sexy butt Ricky Martin had. However, she soon realised that Ricky Martin would probably not fall in love with her and she started turning her attention to the guys around her.

Firstly, she started with The Doctor. And I am reluctant to mention a most traumatising experience for him. After all, he is now trying to get on with his life.

After the failed attempt with The Doctor, she turned her attention to Sibeh Sian. For those of you who don't know him, Sibeh Sian walks gay and weird. Really. He walked like he had a twisted butt and not in a good way. But this weird walk appealed to BQT greatly, and she started taking an interest in him. She would comment on what an "oh-so-sexy" butt Sibeh Sian had everytime he walked past her. Obviously, I disagree. But hey, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

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Sorry guys, it's 2am. I would love to continue, but im too tired. I promise to come out with more juicy stories about Sibeh Sian and BQT, be it fake or real.

A new beginning

Dear all

As of 8 hours from now, I would be starting in a new job. Even though I am tired as hell, I still choose to blog cos I want insomnia out of my life tonight. So I'm gonna wait till I'm only one step from collapsing on the floor before I turn in.

The earlier part of today was a lot of anticipation. I thought about this job so much that I dreamt that I was late on the first day of work. In fact, in my dream, I woke up only at 10.30am. In the end, I had to cook up some stupid excuse about not showing up for work. Thank goodness it was only a dream.

The later part of today was a lot of dreading to go back to the working society. Don't get me wrong; i love work. But these few weeks have kept me so damn busy that I felt that instead of rest, I had been working thrice as hard. If not for the money, I would really ask to start work one week later.

The last part of today was very pleasant. Something unexpected happened, and I did something that I didn't expect myself to do. Obviously the other party was surprised too. Hopefully in a good way. Heh Heh.

Wish me luck, guys! =)