Obama Is President

I was listening to LightFM this morning, eagerly awaiting the topic of discussion. It is usually about, love, life and human behaviour. Or about money, or bad manners on the road...

I was kinda surprised when the DJs decided to talk politics. They decided on Barack Obama's victory.

The DJs invited listeners to say what they think about that.

Actually, I had expected callers to talk about ethnicity and the country's premiership.

Many of them wondered aloud whether Malaysia will ALSO change.

If they were more honest, they would probably say that they would like to see a non-Malay Malaysian Prime Minister.

Instead they went around the bush saying how nice that Americans have voted for a Black/African Amercian to be their President and how nice if Malaysians would do the same and see beyond ethnicity and race.

Let me say that I am so happy that Obama is President because it shows that Americans are a-okay.

For one racist red-neck American, there are thousands who are open and broad-minded.

The stage is set for a new US of A. Hallellujah! as one of my favourite bloggers hollered.

(Not to forget Rocky's post on Obama. But, aah...you've probably already read it.)

The US has really come a long way. Who would have thought that a Black would be occupying the White House?

How long did it take America to see beyond colours?

The journey was long and the ride was rough. No doubt about that.

But don't be fooled. Racism is still alive and kicking in the good US of A.

Back to the LightFM listeners who were lamenting about the country's state of affairs i.e still having a Malay Prime Minister.

Truly and honestly, I am fine with any kind of Prime Minister as long as he or she has the people's interest at heart.

I'm just an insignificant blogger. The only thing I can say is that America and Malaysia share very little, if, hardly, in historical background.

I guess we need to change many things, including the Constitution, if we want to have a non-Malay Prime Minister.

I'm not even sure about that.

Meanwhile....I am happy Obama is President. May he help change America!

A Lady Like This I Cannot Be

Over the Deepavali weekend, I met a lady. First time that we met. Let's call her Laura.

It was at a mutual friend's Deepavali luncheon.
So, Laura and I got into a conversation about life, children, marriage, religion and, well, the world and the universe.
She is a very attractive woman in her 40s. A Eurasian who's now married to a Muslim. She was married to a non-Muslim and they had two (now grown-up) children.
She has two sons with her current husband.

It was a nice afternoon as we finished off the marrukku. Antonio was with our mutual friend's hubby and buddies at the other end of the garden.

Ok...what Laura told me really left me gaping like an idiot.

She told me that she loves her husband. Otherwise she would have left him when she found out that he had an affair.

An affair? Sex and sex?

"You mean you forgave him? Forgive and forget? Why", I asked, in astonishment.

"I could also not forgive him and leave him....," she replied. But she chose not to because she loves him.

She told me that she never knew her husband was cheating on her, all those two years.

TWO YEARS? And he he got away with that?

She found out about it because his young mistress called her and admitted to everything. She had already converted to Islam in the hope that he would marry her.

That's the trick mistresses use.

Not getting anywhere after being together that long so you spill the beans so that something will happen. Doesn't matter what. But hell if I'm gonna go through this like i don't exist in his life!

Aaah... the mistress' mantra.

When she confronted her husband, he denied. He never admitted to a single thing that the young woman alleged. Not the lust nor the love.

The mistress came to Laura's matrimonial home. In the presence of the wayward husband, she gave details of the relationship.

He admitted to nothing. Laura did not react. There was no hell, no fury in her case.

Forlorn, the mistress, left..

"Did you believe her or him?", I asked.

"I believe there was something. I don't know if it was an affair. Even if I cut his hand, he' deny. I also believe that he did not want to leave me. So he had to make a choice," she said.

And Laura felt so sorry for the other woman.

Me? I felt a little disappointed because there were no fireworks. No scene.

Laura assured me that she saw no point in prolonging "her pain". She loves her husband. After all, he denied having had a relationship with the "mistress". He denied so vehemently.

Should she believe the "mistress" or her "husband"?

Laura said in a marriage, we have to always prepare ourselves to disclosures of our spouses' infidelity.

"These things happen-lah...it's ok. we just have to deal with it. It's not the end of the world," she smiled.

It must be the Eurasian in her. I swear.

"Yah...maybe. I come from a long line of very stoical and resilient people," she said.

Laura....I do too. But if I find out Antonio has been in a lust and love relationship with a babe, I don't know what I'd do.

But I know I can't be like you. Stoic and resilient, notwithstanding.

I Met Rocky (Rocky's Bru)

I shouldn't blog about this! It's quite embarrassing. But it was the highlight of my week.

Remember I said that I'd been wanting to meet Ahiruddin Attan AKA Rocky of Rocky's Bru. Well, I did. The best thing was that it was not planned. Not exactly!

Nope, I wasn't about to email him or facebook him or do anything that would make me look hard-up. But, hell, I was so hard-up to meet him, I'm not ashamed to admit.

I think Antonio thinks I'm crazy. But he is just so sweet. He knows Rocky but will not introduce me to him because he says he (and probably Rocky too) will end up being very embarrassed.

I have been following Rocky's Bru from Day One. It was Antonio who introduced me to his blog.

I've been hooked since. This guy's one brave bugger!
From his blog, I go to the blogs on his blog roll. My other favourite is, of course, Jalan Sudin. She is amazing. Love her. I also like MM's Rantings, Stand-Up Philosopher, Zorro, Shanghai Fish, Zewt and Jacqui's Curve and Lady Patsy.

Then I got to know Elviza and Tok Mommy. I used to love Clark Gable of Pulau Duyong but sadly, he no longer blogs.

Now, back to that momentous moment!

I often see him in Bangsar with that certain someone whom I was duly told not to mention because it is none of my business. And don't speculate, I was nicely reminded.

So many times I wanted to say hi and introduce myself, but always stopped short because they seemed to be in their private little world that I didn't want to interrupt.

Antonio told me that Rocky is really very nice. On the ball. Knows stuff. Knows a lot of people. Very helpful. Six-foot two (or three) but such a gentle giant.

Won't that certain someone mind if I intrude?

Antonio said, no way. She's so nice too.

Anyway...boy, I am so nervous just writing this.

He was at Bangsar Village One, in front of the news-stand at the Grocer's supermarket, waiting for her (that certain someone).

Actually, I saw them earlier but I was not sure it was him, or her. I got closer to them as they stepped out of the escalator (from the carpark).

Yep...it was them, alright. So handsome! So macho! And she, so very attractive, and looking so good in a bright t-shirt with white slinky pants. Love her hair!

Then they headed for Basil, the Thai Restaurant. I followed.

They were seated. So I got myself seated too. Lucky me, I got a table very close to them.

They had their lunch. So did I. They chatted. Laughed. Chatted. Couldn't quite hear, although I was at the closest table.
But, I could feel the chemistry in the air. Aaah....lovebirds!

Meanwhile, I was figuring out when I could say hi.

And then. they got up to pay the bill.

I quickly got up too.

"Act naturally, act naturally, " I reminded myself..

So, you must be wondering when I met them.

After paying my bill (oh man. it was worth my tom yam and mocktail lunch!), I rushed out and saw Rocky standing in front of the news-stand.

I walked quickly. Aaah...finally, the moment.

"Hi!', I said. He looked up, smiled, but looking a bit puzzled because obviously I was a stranger, yet I was sure I must have looked familiar because I "lepak" in Bangsar too. Besides, I was lunching a while ago. at the table closest to you. Trying to eavesdrop. :-).
Er...remember? Hope not!

"Rocky?", I asked.

"I must be," he replied, ever so gently and politely. I thought...what a sexy man!

"I'm, er, your, fan..I mean...reader.", I stuttered, stammered.

"Oh?...that's always good to know. And you are?" He smiled. Man! Is this guy ever so tall.

I gave him my real name, I think. Nope. Wasn't going to say that I am the witch who leaves comments in his blog!

Then, she (that certain someone) appeared. She was so sweet. She smiled and said "hi there" and introduced herself.
My God! if I was a lesbian, I'd.....
I know I'm younger than her (Antonio knows her age because he was at her **th birthday party Rocky threw for her at the Press Club. Bloody romantic, I tell you!) but she really put me to shame. She has a great body. She is GORGEOUS!
Yep. No wonder. I could see just why!

I don't know what I mumbled. I might have said "I read you too!".
So nervous. They both smiled and I was sure they wanted to laugh just looking at how nervous I was.
But they were so sweet....

What was wrong with me? They're two normal ordinary people!

Then I said, "bye, bye...nice meeting you guys." I almost tripped as I attempted to "cabut".

I immediately called Jeremy and told him breathlessly that he didn't have to now bother introducing me to Rocky because I'd met the man himself. And a bonus for me, I met her, the LOHL (figure this one out, because Antonio said that's what she is to him).

And I was not disappointed! A fan more than ever, I am!

Now...let me run 10 miles. I need to be in shape.

So, that was the highlight of my week. And I have not gotten over it! Antonio is going around the house with earmuffs!

(So, Rocky, if you happen to pass by here...I've got a special broo for you!)

Has He (or She) Got A Secret Life?

What an odd topic. But I'll tell you why I'm bringing this up.

A close friend of ours just confessed that he's got a "secret" life.

Like a life his wife does not know about. Oh no no. He hasn't got another wife. Not another woman. Nor a mistress. Nor another family.

He's got little activities that he indulges in that the wife does not know about.

He's got sms friends. He's got online pals. He's got cafe latte/capuccino buddies. He's got drinking kakis.

And they include females. Actually, largely females. In fact, his secret life covers females.

Let's call our friend Zaman. Nice decent guy. Loves his wife and kids to bits.
A wonderful friend too.

And he has a secret life.

Why secret?

Because he's kept all these from his wife. She does not know that he sms-es women, chats with women, has coffee/teh tarik with women, drinks (mocktail/cocktail/beer/whatever) with women.

And he just confessed that he has "gym" dates.

I asked him about the nature of his relationship with these women. Zaman said some of them are "close" friends, others are friendship developed over time. Nothing serious but there is some kind of intimacy at a very distant level.

What the hell is that?

"Oh you know. Cosy in our smses but nothing beyond that," was his smart-ass reply.

Well, buddy. It better not be beyond that because serious, sordid and God-knows-what can develop from very innocent contact.

Trust me, Zaman. I have seen that. Don't you even think it, boy!

I told him to be careful. His secret life may explode in is face.

What kind of deception is that?

My final word of warning -- if it's a lie, sooner or later, boy. Sooner or later.

A Joyous Aidilfitri!

To my Muslim friends -- Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri!

Don't over-eat. Drive carefully.

Remember to buckle up in the rear seats!

Same Old Dawn...

So I take this deliberate stance to be detached from politics. But, you know what they say...politics is everywhere around you, everything you touch, everything you hear and say...

And in this great country of ours, politics touches you in every way. That's the way it is. And that's the truth.

That is why I was full of anticipation, anguish, pain, ache, joy, sorrow during days, hours and moments before September 16.

But, the 16th day of the ninth month of this year, the day that Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim promised to seize for that was to have been his BIG day when he would chart history and history would have been MADE!

Anwar was going to be Prime Minister.

But...ALAS... it was not to be. September 16 came and went as fleetingly as any other day save a few high intensity happenings. In Malaysia it is nothing short of high intensity and sometimes, high velocity.

And why was I not surprised that September 16 was not to be fro brother Anwar?

Because nothing can be that easy to achieve, even for one as clever as Anwar.
It was simply tooo gooood to be true.

Taking over the reigns of power cannot be a picnic. Cannot be easy. Cannot be so damn easy.

So, I'd like to advice the likes of Anwar and PM wannabes.....you have to do it the RIGHT way.

You cannot pay off people to join you. Damn those MPs. That ain't no democracy in progress. That's corruption, babe.

Tsk tsk, brother Anwar...you should be practicing what you've been preaching.

And damn if I have to put up with those corrupt 30 or so MPs. You're the people's representatives, for God's sake!.

Let me make my exit for I am but a humble blogger who knows not much about politics..I'll stick to writing about my love and sex life and Antonio, anytime.

And so, we have the same old same old dawn.

What's Infidelity To You?

My problem with Antonio is our definition of what infidelity is.

To him, being unfaithful is if the partner sleeps with another person/persons, or have a any form of physical relationship with another person/persons.

In his book, there is no such thing as an emotional relationship without a physical relationship. But a physical relationship can exist without an emotional one.

In my book, anything goes.

In my book, being unfaithful is having ANY KIND of relationship with another person/persons, be it physical or emotional or both.

To Antonio, going for coffee/latte or meeting up for dinner with a woman is harmless and "don't mean a damn thing".

Sms-ing, emailing, facebooking with other females does not constitute infidelity, even though those messages carry intimate tones. And to females unknown to me.

It does not mean that he does not love me, he avers. The heart is strong for me. Yeah, yeah. It's not like he was going to take anyone to bed, you see.

To me....it always starts somewhere -- an innocent coffee, lunch or dinner. An innocent car-ride, an innocent anything.

It always starts with something so innocent and innocuous.

I have seen too many relationships start from that innocent something.

I suppose he thinks differently. He thinks he's like no other and cannot get easily tempted.

However, the trouble with Antonio is that while he believes that all this is innocent, he can be quite a teaser, a flirt.

Does he realize that he is, I wonder.

Would you call other women "baby" or "babe"? "Luv", I can understand.

So, I find that sometimes Antonio's intimacy is not exclusive to me. That bothers me.

Because I am not like that.

I don't know whether I have such high expectations from a man who is incapable of understanding my commitment and conviction.

He thinks that what is important is that he loves me -- so don't doubt him.

Fair enough, you think?

I think not.....

*****sorry for the long absence from blogging. I have been away.....