Of Love and Liberty

On the last episode of Glee last week, besides singing along to all those catchy tunes, the main highlight of the show was the long awaited question of whether Blaine would eventually fall in love with Kurt. In case you're living simply out of this planet, Blaine and Kurt are two "out of the closet" high school guys who have been acquainted, became best of friends and eventually fell in love.

So yes, to spoil the fun for many of you ethical fellas who omit the urge to download free episodes from BitTorrent and wait patiently for the episodes to air on tv,  there was magic, there was sparkle, there was a "moment", there was romance and there was "the kiss". So what's wrong with the picture here? There were many reviews on this episode. Some called it " explicitly suggestive" and some called it "ethically immoral and should be given a PG18 rating". We openly embrace the magic of romance between man and women. Even the grungiest movies to do with war, fighting, horror has at least some elements of romance or sex, laced with promiscuousity or lust and we go "awww" at those moments depicted by butt naked men and women But somehow we live in a society that cannot seem to accept that love and liberty goes hand in hand. So what's wrong with a little boy on boy innocent romance that makes your heart silently weep and wish that you had that moment, or remisnisce young pure love and acceptance? Why does everything have to be determined by labels.

This brings me back to a conversation i had with a colleague where she criticised the cable TV for airing such a program that could "encourage the young ones" to turn gay. I personally found it offensive that she made the word "gay" sound like a disease. I am not pro-homo or pro-hetro. I am pro-choice. Being "gay" is not a new fad of this millenium. Coming out of the closet perhaps is, but people have always been either gay or straight. I choose to believe that it's not something that is entirely cultivated by the media. It is how you are born. It's the same as being a vege lover or a vege hater. Some friends i know have grown up on a vegetarian diet all their lives, but still LOVE beef the moment they tasted it. Some people associate the word gay with all that is promiscuous and damaged. But come on people, just because a person has feelings towards someone of the same sex means that they have been exposed to all that is dirty and explicit.

Personally, i think Glee is awesome. It has depicted "most accurately" high school pains in every aspect mortally possible. It isn't about sex, fame and living "THE" life. It's about choices and looking beyond all things plastic and self discovery. But enough about my personal opinions or preference. So here the part where i start being "rude, opiniated, and completely inappropriate"..

To all you hypocrites out there who think you're "safe" simply because you are not homosexual, I am not the few who are tolerant towards homosexuality simply because i have many gay friends. I just think that you are all hypocrites for judging the gay community. Why? because if you have not had explicit fantasies about the opposite sex, had random sex, or had more than one sexual partner, watches explicit scenes from movies and coo at it, you sure as hell don't have the right to judge. What makes your lives so different from those who are gay? Let's see, for one, they are honest and courageous enough to put themselves out there to be judge, simply for the fact of staying true to themselves. You? You hide your dirty laundry in your cupboard and yap your mouth away about other people's relationship or sex lives, but have no balls to talk about your dirty habits in the open. You talk about God, and say how this is a sin? If you have received oral sex or given oral sex, or had or are intending to have sex altogether for recreation purposes, then technically, you are just as much as a sinner. If you are going to take your holy book literally, then sex is for procreation, not recreation. Then also, let's not forget that you would have sinned also in the same magnitude for gossiping, bearing false witness against another person, wasting food, having pre-marital sex, having indecent thoughts of another individual, or pleasuring yourself or even refusing to help another who is in need.

So there you have it.. Why pile on more "sins" unto your pile.. it's the 21st century, it's time you live in it..

Of whips and cracks

"There's something strange about growing up, you simply see and accept things  the way they clearly are.." Anonymous


I've been called many things. Hater, pessimist, critical, judgmental.. the list goes on.. simply for stating that some obvious traits yields obvious results. While i do admit that in the "world's" terms, I am all of those words above, i also know that i see things the way the are, and am this way because i believe it is silly, to expect unrealistic outcomes from the same way of doing things. It's like the lottery. You keep buying and buying it, and hoping to strike rich, even though it's unrealistic and clearly, a one out of million chance. It's the same thing with relationships.. If you keep dating the same breed, chances are, the progression of the relationship will be exactly the way the previous one was.. It's science.. The results don't change if the constant remains the same..

I've probably never said it out aloud before, but I am thankful that I was once a victim of domestic violence. I come from an extremely loving family, but somehow plunged into a scary relationship where it involved the other party pulling me by the hair up the stairs, punishing me through all forms of violence, and brainwashing me that love equals to possessiveness. Perhaps, it is this reason why, i never could understand all the other women who (in my opinion) self destruct themselves by dating worthless/abusive men over and over and OVER again. But that's the thing, everyone has had bad/disasterous relationships once or twice before. But you need to be in a relationship where you are fighting to survive literally to reach that realization, that self worth can only be earned if you take the time to value yourself.

That's the ironic beauty about being a victim of violence, you see things clear, simple and as it is once you're out of it. You learn and stand firm that "once is enough". You learn that denial, is worse than indulging in cocaine. You do not turn into a feminist or man-hater, but can clearly recognize abuse even if it didn't come in a physical form. So yes, I might sound like a "hater" to you, but I truly believe that I am not. I am just anti-denial.

Today, I work with countless of women who are in abusive relationships. From a simple conversation, I have that knack to deduce if they are going to be lifelong victims. It's a sad and emotional thing for me, because if i had it my way, I would love to shove their heads into a bucket of ice and force them to see the damage they are doing to their lives and their loved ones. But from experience, I also know that if it is not their choice to get out of it, no amount of therapy, counseling, or forcing will do the trick. By experience, I also know that women who continually hop into 2 or more abusive relationships, will most probably end up being in the same kind of relationship, for the rest of their lives. They will fall back on the bandwagon again and again, and pass the trait on to the next generation and among their peers. The only thing i can do, is to share my experience with them, and hope that they have the courage and strength i fought so hard to discover.

People always say that there is tomorrow. In this case, if you don't get out of an abusive relationship now, you will probably never get out of it ever, even if you have 10 partners down the road..

Guarding Heirloom recipes

Picture taken from: Nyonyafood.rasamalaysia.com 

Just try. GO ahead and ask any old aunties or grannies that you know of, who are good at making a particular dish to impart their secrets to you. They WILL say yes and smile their sweetest smile. And it's either they won't tell you when they are intending to teach you, or prepare the ingredients partially before you arrive so that you can't gauge that secret ingredient that makes the dish wa-wa-woom! So who do you learn from? Your mom because she's the one who's most likely to share her deepest secrets of your family's heirloom recipes with you, well some moms can be weird too..

SO what is my favorite Nyonya dish? There's TONNES to choose from but there's one thing i hold very very dear to my heart. Those sun shinny pudding-like orange parcels with a robust whiff of spices and herbs that punch you in the nose the moment you open a real banana leaf parcel of otak otak!!!! And NO, if you think you know what i'm talking bout, you probably don't. Because being a food voyager myself, I have yet to come across otak otaks outside which taste anything close to the ones made in the nyonya kitchens.

Today, after 3 days of talking my mom into making otak otak for me, I woke up with a shock ( at 11am) thinking that Oh no, my mom's forgotten our "otak-otak classes". But lo and behold, she had sneakily started off without me. I ran and confronted her "Ahak" and stood there learning every thing that she did. The ingredients are not all that complex, but i have learnt that the little touches of preparation can make a vast difference in the taste of the dish. For instance,

1.Fresh Fresh Fresh
I was hyperventilating scourging the fridge. "Mommy!!! you didn't buy the herbs??" She just waved her hand in annoyance towards me like waving off a fly. Without a word, she took her scissors and walks into the garden. The bush of weeds i which was a sore eye to me all these while, were luscious aromatic herbs grown in my very own garden! She then progressed to the back of the house and starting cutting off some "Daun Kaduk". We had a HUGE patch of these rare herb in our garden too. So Mommy says, freshness cannot be compromised. You pluck a herb, and package it and wait to sell it, by the time you buy it, it is no longer as aromatic as it should have been.


2. Do it yourself.
Herbs, check! Fish, Check! Banana leaf, I watch dad walking over to my neighbour's house and cutting a big leaf, so errr, check! Then i realised, where the hell is the grated coconut in the fridge. SO i proceed to tell mom she forgot to buy coconut, and she says, "Ahh, dun worry lah, we got plenty behind". Apparently, my parents grate their own coconut. Some old people swear that coconuts  taste and yield better amount of milk when you grate it with a semi sharp grater, rather than machine grate it.

3. Can we start filling the parcels now?
Not yet, we have to soak the fish. WHAT?? Yes, at least 2 hours of soaking the fish and rempah together to ensure it comes together as "ONE" dish.

4. I caught mom burning banana leaves over the stove.
Apparently, if you heat the leaves up on the burning flame top of your stove, it will soften the leaves and prevent breakages. And the whole time, dad is annoying me with him "ubiquitous" knowledge on the history of how Nyonya food came about. *rolls eyes*

SO now to wait, while i go out to town, get myself a cuppa and come home in time to wrap em parcels!

How to Stay Single and Fabulous!

Granted I am not single, and have not been for the past 5 years. But I am not one of those who have jumped from one relationship into another. There was a hiatus in between my past relationships because in some way or another, i always believed that you need to spend time loving yourself, and re-evaluating what you truly want from a relationship if you just got out of one. There is really no point in making the same mistakes over and over isn't it? It's plain and simple, foolish.

So what does a woman who has been in a stable relationship for half a decade know about being single and fabulous? Not much from the "single lady's" point of view.  But i DO KNOW what turns attached women and single men off, when a single woman struts the wrong style, and walks the wrong talk. Let's face it, most, if not all single women intend to be friendless or single forever. Not many are single because they are determined to stay celibate, or because they like it that way, companion-less. So single ladies out there, here are a few things you might want to watch out for, because nobody really likes sour grapes!

1. Who needs Men.
Single women tend to lean dangerously towards feminism. It's nothing wrong with wanting equal rights as men and women. But it's not wuire right, when you want to be superior compared to men. That makes you the exact same breed as chauvinistic men all over the world. It's pretty understandable because most of them experienced abysmal relationships/cheating partners and men of all sorts. However, let's not generalize. Men can be pigs, but not all are pigs. Why would you tell a men that when you are obviously trying to impress him??

2. I love the freedom of being single.
When single friends tell me that, and points out the commitments i have towards my boyfriend and his family, I often wonder, how selfish can they get? Yes, we attached ladies are committed to spending time with our partners because we love doing it, not because we have no choice ( most at least ). Spending time with a loved one doesn't mean you only do it if you are attached. What about family and friends. And yes, long before men came into our lives, we were already taught the importance of family ties. Yes we may not have the luxury of kissing random men in the club, or bringing home one night stands, but clearly, we are happy with the absence of that luxury. So by pointing out your new found independence, you are only dissing those who are attached and passing a silent judgement. 

3. I am focused on my career, thats why i'm single.
If you were ALWAYS focused on your career and enjoyed staying back after working hours even when u were in a relationship, Bravo! Then you are a star employee. But if the option of staying home and eating cup noodles in front of the TV vs staying back at office and browsing facebook is the reason why your career is your priority, then you are NOT single because you prefer deadlines compared to men. 

4. I am happy being single
We all want our single girlfriends to be happy, yes we attached women really do. But if you are still going all out to pick up a "orang putehs" and yet claiming you are happier more than you have ever been being single, then hello.. i think you are in denial. Just say "i am happy" and omit the "being single" part. No one likes a faker. 

5. Urgh stretch marks, luckily i'm single
I will tell your kids someday that you never wanted them because of the thought of loose skin hanging around your belly. If you have a problem with kids because you simply dun like bawling whiny creatures, then I'm with you. But if the sole reason you don't like kids is because no men has had the urge to impregnate you, then its best to reserve your comments.

6. I am independent and thriving and can afford designer items because I don't have to save up for some silly wedding.
I'm sorry you dated a jerk who used up all your money and made you pay for his lavish lifestyle. I truly emphatize your experience. But don't shove it in us attached-womens' faces. We simply have different priorities in life. 

7. I can pay for myself, what you don't think i can??
Look, if a guy wants you buy you a meal, why do you have to rub your money/success/education eulogy in his face. Drop your pretense and be a girl for a day. And if you still take "daddy or mommy's" occasional financial help, best to not mention it. 

8. Look at me, look at me!
We are happy for your success, and yes as women, we will be jealous too. So stop shoving your accomplishments in our faces and pointing out that we are not as wealthy or accomplished as you are, simply because we spend our spare time with our loved ones, instead of behind a 4 by 4 cubicle. When we spend our weekends with you, we want to talk about dresses, sugar spice and all things nice, not about your success and your success alone. Conversations work both ways

9. I don't need sex.
I'm sure you keep mrs palm and her five children to themselves at night or in the shower. And i'm sure you don't have some kinky toys stashed up in the bedside table's drawer. And I'm also sure you don't have condoms stashed somewhere in your room for just in cases. And I'm also very very very sure you never looked at a hot guy walk past and imagine licking choc off his abs or walking hand in hand with him and doing something dirty.. 

10. I don't need to dress to impress. I dress for myself now. 
That's a healthy thought isn't it? SO why do i have a problem with it? Because most women who do not have the urge to look presentable, are immortally depressed. I'm sorry but looking good is embeeded in yours and my chromosomes. So if you don't have the urge to wear a clean pair of jeans or smell good for the day, you are not happy, you are depressed. 

11. I have my gurls and thats all I need. 
If your "gurls" are also single and you spend your time together bantering men and other attached women, you have just started a "sour grapes cult". 

So there you have it, how to stay single and fabulous without being a complete pain! We, slaves of the regular life and conformers of the universe's mundanity, love being around you and understand the pain and tears you have been through. So take off that mask, because it's also an effort for us to be around you, if you are bitter.

(Disclaimer: I do and truly do, admire single women who have made a life out of themselves and are not bitter about not having someone special to share their successes with them. But if you do one or two of the above, then you are not quite there yet.. time to re-evaluate yourself?)

Of Goodbyes and Hellos

It's almost CNY and i realised how much i have neglected my blog, and not to mention my dearies! But I have a good reason for it, sad no doubt, but good.

It's sad because I can't do two/more things that I love at once. Not because I suck at multitasking, but only because there's 24 hours, and not more in a day. I miss blogging and complaining about the world, using the space for atomic explosions of the injustice I faced. Truthfully, in this 17 inch sphere, was where I could be strong and vulnerable without being judge, because it was my space.

The thing is, great writers are constantly depressed or perturbed ( not claiming that i'm one! ). Happy people generally don't write much. It's always easier to write when you feel depressed as depression has a way of creeping through the cracks of your door and writing is a healthy option compared to murder/assault of those who are making you life living hell. One of my favorite bloggers Ruth Fowler, has been writing again. While it is to great delight that I get to read what she has to share once again after a long absence, it's ironic that her life which is in shambles has been a source of inspiration to many others. While I can't help but feel sorry for her, I have also been hanging onto every word which she will potentially pen down. Today, I am finally happy for those of my friends who have abandoned their blogs for a while now. It simply means they are in a better place!

So why is it a good thing that i no longer have the luxury of time to write/whine/agonize/bitch? Well, for starters, I am no longer in that realm where i have to shut up and suffer injustice because it is not diplomatically correct to say what I want to say in the real world. In fact, i'm no longer in that world, where I have much to complain about. :D I must admit, this new job, has changed everything. From my new-found financial independence (getting there, getting there. hehehe), to the reignition of the passion to work and strive for others, to my dream of finally being able to bake and sell my very own macarons. Yes i have lesser time to read a book, gym, or write, but my time is spent in the most productive way I can imagine. Doing activities/work that I truly enjoy, and not spent covering other's asses for the mistakes that they have made.

So this is the part, abit late no doubt, but where I officially say goodbye to the suckiest year of my life and hope that it will only continue to shine the way it is now.

Goodbye to unpaid/underpaid wages..
Goodbye to unreasonable superiors
Goodbye to the "plastics"..
Goodbye to empty bank accounts..
Goodbye to unappreciated efforts..
Goodbye to the pus that the scum feeds on...
Goodbye to daily blog updates on "how to pretend to be happy/insightful when i really am F***ed." 

Hello 2011, I'm loving you already!