Saved by Dessert!

A girl's night out was carefully planned over thursday and friday. We thought of the possibility of relieving some wild intoxicated sorority moments where the girls could just go out and paint the town red. Sigh.. Even the phrase "Painting the town red" sounds so yesterday..

So me and three of my girlfriends decided that it was time for us to go out and have a good time just with each another, once again. We talked over the possibly strategy club hopping throughout the street. On Friday night, we were giggling at the prospects of being young and perky once again and basking in sequins at the hottest joints.

SO we left to Changkat, a tad bit too early. See Miss K suggested that 10pm would be great. Big boo boo, as much as Miss K is hailed as "Changkat's Butterfly", she was either incredibly bad at giving advice, or remarkably brazen at expecting us to be just as non-punctual as herself. So we were stuck in Finnigans feasting over cider and oinks in blankets until "miss Popular" struts down the street with a prom dress ( just having finished a wedding dinner reception). That aside, we waltzed into the hottest shinny brand new club on the street, and i stiffled a yawn. So Miss K turns Miss Buburina and says, "I thought you gurls want to dance?" After watching us stand stiffly at the bar ordering a round of drinks. Miss Buburina exclaims in effort to project her voice louder than the deafening soul-less beats, "But there's no words to the music! HOw to dance?"

After a few awkward hip moving and head bobbling to the dry beats, we headed to another bar.

Second bar, rejected entry, had to pay RM40 cover charge. No we weren't that desperate. Hot chicks ALWAYS get in free and we weren't about to taint our image. At that point, Miss J points out the blissful prospect of natural occuring substance and Miss K jumps on the wagon right away, claiming its a "suredone". So we decide to hit another club, bumped in a few friends. Danced to some old tunes ( really,, old) and halfway, Miss J complains her "lemak feels itchy", signs of prolong couch potato-ing.

So we decide that it is time to leave the club and head for some good ole mother nature's treasure. But alas, news came where it was not going to be possible that night, Well, i wasn't really disappointed as it's not my thing, but Miss J looked as if the whole night was a waste. So we walked into Bar Italia for a night cap before we headed home, and stood transfixed at the pastry case. All of our eyes shone, as we proceeded to ordering a heavenly slice of Mille Crepe with Pistachio Gelato, Chocolate Salami, poached pears in red wine. We sat through our final moments of the girls night out, pigging out in mouth watering authentic dessert. And the Miss Buburina finally said what we all were thinking, "This was the best part of the night!"

So girls night out did not go anywhere close to what we planned. But the night still ended in a bitter sweet way. If there was one thing we felt, it was definitely not being younger, but being older and fitting in lesser into the juvenile crowd. It's time for us to trade out dancing shoes and tiny tube dresses for loose cotton kaftans.

Sadly... THIS, will officially be the last time i'd personally attempt to relieve my younger days again. I guess getting older is not all that scary, it only becomes scary when you keep measuring yourself up against your 20year old self. It shouldn't be embarrassing to reveal that a hot mug of hot chocolate while watching Glee is my thing now. That i would rather spend quality time with my loved ones in the privacy of our own homes, and that family dinners can be a party in it's own right. I would rather climb mountains and trek through jungles, screaming over leech bites than to stand aimlessly in a club not knowing what to do with my hands. People grow, people evolve, people phase out..

Cherry on top of the icing was however, when a few kids at Bar Italia wished us "Happy Mother's Day" as we walked out the door... Thanks to that wonderful slice of Mille crepe (layers of light crepe in creams of vanila which melts in your mouth), they avoided a whack from my bag on their very tiny head with very tiny brains.

How do we sleep at night?

I read an article once where a villager in Grik asked, "How do we sleep at night?"

His question was in regards to the threats and fear they lived in because Tigers roamed the area and preyed on their livestock. Saving ferocious carnivors have always been a disputed stand. See, as humans, though we know that we are NOT the weakest link, we are constantly trying too hard to protect ourselves from harm. If there is one creature on earth with the least amount of courage, it would be humans. We do not have the courage be responsible for our actions, and we certainly do not have the courage to fully admit to our faults. We lack the courage to tell them world that we can be ruthless, in fear that it would taint our public image, and we do not have the courage to live a less comfortable life in exchange of ensuring that other life forms lead a comfortable life. We do not have the courage to be entirely anything, whether to be entirely compassionate, or to be entirely sincere. We are therefore, the least courageous beings that walk this planet.

How does this have anything to do with the villagers who couldn't sleep at night? Well for starters, they started a farming area in the tiger's natural habitat. To be be further unfair, they left their livestocks running free jubilantly without borders and expected the tiger to watched and salivate without feeding his instinct when he is hungry. They went into the jungle setting snares to trap the tigers JUST IN CASE it would attack them one day the same way it attacked their fat and juicy livestock. And when there was a case of a tiger defending himself while being attacked, they instantaneously blamed the tiger squarely for threatening their safety.

Have you ever seen a grown tiger cry? Then maybe you should watch this video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6XbcyiH5eE&feature=related, How do We sleep at night? Knowing that we are probably the most conceited, irrational, selfish, uncompassionate, and conscienceless creatures God has ever created in the Universe?

Ewwwwwww

In need of a hair cut!!!!!!!!!!!

Enough said...

Boo Boo

Two days ago, Bernard and I spotted a dog running around the neighborhood. He has a collar so we assumed, he had one of those families who allowed him to run free. Still one thing bugged me, he was skin and bones. I wondered when his last meal was.

Around lunchtime, i drove past the area again, scanning the alleys and streets for him. No sign, good news i thought. He has gone home. And then at night, i went to get a drink to cool down my very very hot self, and lo and behold, "Skinny" was roaming around the area. Immediate instinct, get out of the car and touch the dog. When i approached him, he was all perky and jumpy but the moment i touched his licence plate hanging over his collar, he growled, as if "try remove it if you dare". But despite the fact of being a stranger to this dog's temperament, i knew one thing, he must be really hungry. I walked into a shop. Bought a HUGE piece of chicken and loads of rice. While i was mixing it with my bare hands, the softer side of him came out, He started whimpering and urging me to mis his food faster. He couldn't have finished the food any faster, In a blink, he wolfed down everything and even attempted in chewing up the newspaper i had set his food on.. (haha)

So yesterday, i was sent on a wild goose chase by MBPJ trying to obtain the address for the dog license. After half a day of being put on hold, transferring my calls to various departments, alot of voice raising and frustration, I finally got hold of the address the dog's license was registered under. Right after work, Bernard and me went hunting for the house. Found the owner and went to hunt for "Skinny" to bring him home.

It took us a good half and hour and ALOT of chicken to coax him into the car. We finally hauled him into the car and took him home. His owner was happy to see him, but apparently not so for 'Skinny'. While his owner dragged him back home, his tail was in between his legs and the thankful look i was looking for, was instead replaced by a beseeching look in his eyes. Had i done the wrong thing?

I have to admit i was rather disappointed with the reunion. While the owner dragged Skinny back to the house, I found out that he had only been missing for 4 days. His state of being malnourished, seemed to have stemmed from a longer period of time.

I found myself feeling more guilty than happy. Maybe Skinny ran away because of hunger or being mistreated. Maybe I brought him back to hell. Beats me.

I may have made a boo boo. And I hope to God that if i was wrong to decide that home was the best place for him, that he will make an escape again. If i ever see him on the streets again, I'l know better than to send him home...

I'm sorry Skinny.

The Calling.

I met a friend recently and he said to me, "eh, wildlife pulak, you NGO people don't fly far from your flock huh? But isn't it a big world of difference? Humanity and wildlife?"

It's a mind boggling question in many aspects. The only one thing i clarify to people is that, i have this incessant need to make a difference in someone's life. Be it a human being, an animal or a plant.

Many people think that working with an NGO is an easy going lifestyle. You wake up whenever you want, go to work if you feel like it, and danggle your legs in honey while waiting for that monthly check. Well, here's one thing i can tell you for sure. While there are some allowance in terms of work hours, there's is nothing more stressful that being that odd number who's for a change the rest of the world ain't that keen on. There is nothing more stressful than anticipating failure and still striving for a ray of success and being surprised everytime an effort takes off in a positive light. There is nothing more stressful than the personal drive to work into wee hours without the motivation of overtime pay because your extra minutes determines how someone else's fate to live or die.

While my cause is now for the wildlife, I am far from surprised to where i ended up. It's not surprising that a hopeless animal lover like myself has ended up working for what i love and what i have always been passionate about. Humanitarian work was nurtured and embeeded into my soul. Wildlife? It's an instinct to me..