All That Love....

Tell me....would you allow your spouse or partner to have a very close...closer than close....relationship with someone of the opposite sex?

You know...so close that he never ever tells you what's been going on.
They're so close that you can't be blamed for thinking they've had sex.
And then, you start suspecting that they've had sex. That's for sure.
And then you imagine that they really must have had sex.

Wonky imagination. Damn!

Your Prince Charming andTell Tale Signs...

I was told the other day that if I were looking for my Prince Charming, then I should be attentive and detect tell tale signs of his hidden characters or personality.
You know, some things will not be known to you until you get to know him better by which time it is too late. Or maybe not.

It seems, according to an expert whose name I forget --- one of the things you need to observe is how the man of your dreams talk to a third person.

It's like this. When he talks to, say, a waiter or waitress...is he curt, rude and obnoxious to
that person?
Now, if he is, then, chances are he will be that way to you.
Did you know that?

I've been thinking.
Experts don't make sweeping generalisations. And I reckon, this expert whose name I forget is a well-known expert in the science of behaviour and love.
She knows what she's talking about.

I've been reflecting.
It does seem to hold a lot of water.
Take Antonio, as a case in point.

He has never been mean to me, in the way he speaks to me. He is always polite to waiters, jaga kereta boys....you know..

When waiters are slow or take the wrong orders, he never gets irritated. He is usually so calm and composed and patient.

So, girls....watch and observe when you think you've got your Prince Charming. He may turn out to be an ugly old toad...

The Danger of Loving....

I don't watch Hindi films. I have nothing against them and I am not deriding them.
In fact, I try to avoid watching them because they are addictive and incredibly magnetic.
You see, Hindi films bring you to a subliminal level where you make-believe that you are living in a planet inhabited by beautiful people.
The combination of ingredients in Hindi movies is lethal, lending to the characteristc high drama -- good-looking screen heroes/heroines, tear-jerking-heart-wrenching plot with yoyo climaxes and several sub-plots, composition of rich and poor/wealth and poverty elements, mesmerising music plus dancing, and amazing cinematography bordering on fantasy.
Now, you see what I mean?

Anyway, while visiting my friend the other day, the TV was on and guess what? A Hindi movie was playing.
I shuddered.
I wanted to look away. To look the other way.
But, as you and I know, Hindi movies are potent in its appeal. And at that point of time, I must admit, I was willing to be devoured.

Oooh. How could I look away. ooh... what a hunk of a hero and, ooh... what a hunk of a crook. Yummy!
And when they showed the leading lady or heroine....my heart stopped. What a beauty. So ethereal!

You see what I mean? You get hypnotised. And I always tell myself that I am never gonna go that way! You know, becoming a Hindi movie junkie.
Some of the most sane and sensible people I know have turned over, and never ever able to turn or look back.
It is crazy, I tell you.

But, I digress.
Here's what I got from a dialogue. What a gem....
A woman attending her girlfriend's wedding. And this girlfriend of hers is marrying someone she does not love. She left the love-of-her-life (a hunk of a guy, I swear) because of a stupid misunderstanding. A little misplaced and unsubstantiated mistrust ( from what I could gather...)

And she was sad on her wedding day when she realised the folly of her action.

This friend told the bride:

"You must not love anyone too much, too deeply.... that a little misunderstanding between you both can be so misconstrued to be an unforgivable act of betrayal..."

My mouth was agape.
Was that a pearl of wisdom or whaaat?
I felt as though someone had slapped or pinched me, knocked my head even.

Yeah, lady.
Too much love can really go awry.
Too much love really blinds you.

Too much, Way too much.
Pain. Ache.

Love. Love. Love....

Dang Those Selfish and Idiotic Motorists....

Here's the thing.
I am not the world's most patient driver. When you're driving in Malaysia, you either have to be very patient or you have to join the sport.
I chose to be a little of both because that's the smartest position to take.
If you're too patient, the stress will eventually take its toll on you and, trust me, people, you're gonna go down with a slump.
And if you're as crazy as the next driver, trust me here too, you're gonna go down with a crash.
So, what's it going to be?
The middle clever road.
Not easy in the beginning but once you've got the hang of it....a breeze and it will get you out of very sticky and tricky situations.
Now, I am so digressing here.

Like I said, I am not the world's best...most patient.... most considerate.... driver. Whatever.
So excuse me if I tell you here that I do hate it when people break the traffic signages and directions because they just want to and because they can and because they are so *#@*&** inconsiderate.

Now, take Ikea/Ikano centre.
We all like to go to Ikea for the friendly place that it is. The entire place is conducive. The kids love it too!
People-friendly, I always say.
And the parking areas are great. Wide and open.

And there are clear "arrows" to make life all that more convenient for motorists -- that's you and I -- looking for parking bays.

There are lanes for you to enter and exit. Clear signs to guide you.

And unless you are an imbecile, an illiterate neanderthal or a wretched inconsiderate nimcompoop, you would unhesitantly go your own merry way so you could get that vacant spot.

There is a reason for all the arrows and signs. Do you want to know?
So that we all won't get jammed up in a chaotic chock-a-block in the parking area. That's why.

Can you imagine if everyone decide to enter and exit any which way they want?

Of course, if it is very quiet morning with hardly any motorcars in sight, you may be tempted to just take that short cut because nobody's around and no one's gonna get hurt. Still....

I just wish the security guards At IKEA/IKANO would be more tough. I know one day, someone's gonna get hurt.

And another thing. Don't we love the Ikea Restaurant? Reminds you of a typical self-service restaurant in Sweden or even, Switzerland, huh?
Besides, the prices are not bad, for the offerings on the menu. Right?
And they tell you why they can give you good proices of great food.
Right?
Like, they request that you stash away YOUR OWN TRAY!
People.... why is it that when you overseas, you can stash away your own tray, follow the traffic obediently? Blah blah blah...
And when you are in YOUR OWN COUNTRY, you screw up.

I have watched and I have seen well-dressed and well-heeled Malaysians at the Ikea Restaurant, leaving their trays on the table. Just like that. Without a care.

And, let's not get started at McDonalds, Burger King, A&W...

Oh... you didn't know that you are supposed to dump the remains into the bin and stash the tray away?

Oh...if you did that, there won't be menial jobs for Malaysian school-leavers?
Give me a break, will you?

You know, if we all do our part, maybe we don't have to depend of foreign labour.

Anyway, all I can say is -- typical of Malaysians! And they complain about other Malaysians being "so Malaysian, break rules, so inconsiderate and all that..."

Bah!