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Today is Friday September 21, 2018
  • Time for Reflection

    As the year is coming to an end – it would only make sense to reflect on the year passed, and think about what I’ve done. I normally would not do this. I have a tendency to take on the new year as it is – whatever will be, will be. Toast to a better year ahead!

    But is this how I want to spend the rest of my days? Perhaps not – seeing I might not end up accomplishing anything.

    I am not sure if I have the answers to things you have to ask yourself as part of being a better person, one that seeks to accomplish more. Most self-help guides will begin with asking you to ask yourself –
    1. What have you learnt this year? New skills?
    2. What are your key accomplishments? – Some people can probably list down a dozen.
    3. Did I complete anything? Do I feel complete?
    4. What would I have liked to have done differently? – To have had this list last year, so I would have better attempted this list?
    5. What have I done right? – What were my contributions to the world? Did I make a difference to anyone’s life? Did I make a difference to my life?
    6. Was there anything significant that happened in my life? – I don’t think anything life altering happened.
    7. Did I do anything fun and exciting? Something I can boast about to my grandkids?
    8. What were the challenges I’d faced and the lesson(s) learnt from?
    9. Am I a different person as I was compared to last year?
    10. What am I grateful for?

    If I really wanted to, I’d be able come up with some form of an answer or other to all the questions. But I don’t think my list would be very impressive.

    Or perhaps – I’m just beating myself up for not having a ‘in-your-face-kick-ass’ list of things I’ve done. I cannot include discovery of world peace, ending starvation, discovered a miracle cure for all illness and made the world a better place to live in on my list of things accomplished.

    And perhaps our expectations of list of accomplishments are self-dependent. Perhaps I need to be confident enough of the things I’ve done – and everything I have done, I can feel like I’ve ‘Saved the cheerleader! Saved the world!’.

    Another thing to take in to consideration for the new year – every little bit counts, and it does matter!

  • The Absolute Worst Type of Walking Style!

    From my previous post here you would have guessed that everyone else is in my way.

    And whilst moving through the crowds today – I realised that the very absolute-st worst-est type of walker is – drumroll please – THREE lazy-slow-paced walkers in a row.

    They are a joint menace! Yakking away to each other, 200% oblivious to the world around them, dragging one lazy foot after the other, stretching a good 8 feet diagonally. And blocking the ENTIRE! path with their slow moving asses!

    It is impossible to get past them. I don’t think it’d be possible to get past them even with a barge pole. But that’s what I feel like doing.

    I kid you not when I say I feel like blowing my brains out.

    Xanax anyone? Maybe that’s what I need to help me get through this period of merry season crowd.

  • Walk The Walk?

    Talk the talk?

    The walk – talks!

    Sometimes, ‘the walk’ screeches at me. Some walking style of others just annoys the hell out of me, and makes me want to stab them in the eye with a plastic fork.

    The ghetto sway, Yo! Brother! What’s up?
    Gimme a break! Gangsta’s Paradise is so yesterday! Please! It’s not COOL! And you’re not P Diddy! Stop bobbing up and down, you’re giving me motion sickness. And you’re looking spastic. This manner of walking, I think is the most annoying of them all.

    The Happy Bouncy Walk.
    If you’re female, it’s the Boob-bouncing walk.

    Pigeon-toed dumb walk.
    Need I say more? So – what have you got between your legs that you put one foot in front after the other at a 45 degree angle? Nobody told you to keep your legs closed? Ladies, behave yourself.

    The male gay walk.
    Chest out, shoulders straight, hands held up 5 inches away from chest, elbows by the waist. Ok already, I get it, you’re gay and proud of it.

    The lazy-slow-paced walk.
    One slow step after the other. Oblivious to the rest of the world, not realising they could be getting in anyone’s way. Get a move on it, sister! Stop dragging your feet. Life, WILL! Pass you by! This style of walking really infuriates me too. It’s just plain lazy – feet dragging, when they are neither browsing nor elderly. The thought of tripping them over makes me almost joyful.*

    The duck-strut.
    What have you got up your bum?! Seriously! Do share!

    I-am-a-model walk.
    All right. Great posture. But you’re not exactly on the catwalk. And you’re starting to look like a transvestite on heels.

    Take a guess? I am indeed terribly grouchy.

    Working my way around everyone else is really getting to me. I am way stressed out. Getting around is like fighting a battle. Everyone is encroaching upom my space. I cannot breathe. I am feeling claustrophobic.

    I am such a drama queen.

    Oh, and in case you were wondering what kind of walk I have? That’s hardly the point. At least I am normal paced and try not to get in other people’s way. Honestly!

    * I imagine myself tripping them over. I stick my leg out, and splat on their face they will fall. And since they are so oblivious, they wouldn’t know what’d just happened. And then I trip them over again. I continue to rub my palms together with glee. And I snicker to myself.

  • Vet Consultation Fee a Rip-off

    Our darling Tango Boy decided to break free*, dash out of the house, and within the first few minutes of his escape, gets in to a fight.

    Tango Boy vs. Yappy Ugly Medium Sized Dog.**

    Owner of Yappy Ugly Dog comes to Yappy Ugly Dog’s rescue with his golf club. Yes, a GOLF CLUB!

    And he hits Tango Boy TWICE! with the GOLF CLUB! TWICE! The bloody moron!

    Boo Boo Kow was the first at the scene of near-murder. Bloody moron was caught red-handed with golf club in his hands. Kakak was just behind Boo Boo Kow. Tango was stunned, motionless from shock and bleeding.***

    With kakak and Boo Boo Kow, Tango Boy limps home all the way. His leg, wounded, bleeding.

    And when I got home – Tango comes greet me. Smiley face, wagging tail as if nothing were wrong. He didn’t even appear to be limping. But later that evening, he started limping again.

    Next morning, a Sunday, I took him to an animal hospital. The only one I knew that would be open on Sunday.

    The receptionist was brilliant! So polite and so friendly. During this time, Tango Boy was most happy with all the attention, having a day out, and seeing new friends. And we wait for 20 minutes before it was Tango’s turn to see the vet. I tell the vet what had happened to Tango.

    He looks at Tango. Makes Tango walk around in his office. Which, by the way is a 8 feet by 8 feet room, with a desk – so there really was a lot of walking that Tango could do – NOT! This takes all of 5 seconds of total observation. He then turns to me and says – “Sundays are really too busy for me to do x-rays even though I think your dog needs to have an x-ray. Getting an x-ray for a dog is not a matter of walking in and out. I’ll have to sedate him first – didn’t you know that?”. “Of course I didn’t know that! It’s not something I make a habit of!”, I say to him. “And, NO! I am not leaving him here so that you can only sedate him TOMORROW, at YOUR convenience, to x-ray him”. Then he says to me, “Ok then. You can come back tomorrow at 9am. But today, I will have to charge you for consultation.”

    And the bill came to RM50.00. For 2 minutes of his time, to look at Tango walk around his office. He didn’t even feel Tango’s leg. He didn’t even LOOK! at Tango’s leg. All he did was look at Tango take 5 steps! And tell me to come back tomorrow. And he charged me RM50.00! I wish he had been more professional. The fee wasn’t an issue. It was his nonchalant attitude that infuriated me! Is that how a vet conducts an examination for a dog that had been clobbered by a golf club? I would think not. He didn’t even look like he liked animals to begin with. A vet? BAH! The finest quality of veterinary services as they claim – they certainly are not! Except for the receptionist.

    This Animal Hospital is called – The Animal Medical Centre and is located on Jalan Tun Razak.

    Would I recommend it? Not unless it were a Sunday. Or in the middle of the night. Because they have a 24-hr emergency number. But I haven’t tried calling them at midnight, so I can’t be sure.

    And how is Tango? He still has a limp. I keep telling him not to get up. Sis took him to our usual vet in D’sara Heights this morning. He just needs to rest his leg. Preferably on cage-arrest. No sedation for x-ray required. And Tango is still smiling, and wagging his tail – as always.

    *Tango is always leashed, but he is a very strong dog, and broke the leash.
    ** Yappy Ugly Dog is the one that started the fight for sure! He’s a psychotic dog that chases cars and anyone who walks by. God knows why his owner allows him out of the house.
    *** I felt like my heart had been ripped out, and stomped on a few times, then thrown off a 100-storey building when kakak recounted the incident to me. And when I told sis the story, she went hysterical, more so since she was away and could not see Tango.

  • Where Is Christmas?

    Hmmm… I was at Midvalley Megamall yesterday – NO! Christmas tree yet. Then I went to The Gardens (with Robinsons and Isetan) – NO! Christmas decorations yet either. NO! Christmas songs playing yet either.

    Aren’t they all leaving it a bit late? It’s already Mid-November! Christmas is just 40 days away. HELLO!!!

    ‘Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus lane!’ – NOT!

    I’m just ranting…

    And Christmas IS! a BIG DEAL!