I was just wondering to myself if ever I would run out of thought. Everything which I see and take note seemed to end up in my thoughts. To some extend I blame the habit to the job I do. Somehow this Risk job forces vomit opinions all the time. More so if it involves making decisions of some sort. I have even been screwed by my boss for not wanting to make a decision or lack of ability to make decisions. The thing is the only way decisions can be made is when there is / are some sorts of opinion(s).
And here I come. Actually, opinions coming from me are often not overly calming, contradictory or controversial. But I don’t care anyway, because it’s what I think. Opinions can never be wrong anyway. Only thinking makes it so.
As of today while I am typing this by the beach in Teluk Cempaka, with the roaring of the waves and the caressing of a rather windy breeze, I am extremely happy to just be with the beach. Even if it even means I only get about 12 hours of beach time. But it is good enough to rejuvenate my soul. There is just something about me and the beach.
Yeah, when I die I want to be cremated and my ashes be scattered into the sea. Any sea will do. It’ll be great.
I have something to say about KFC. I really think it is one of the best food mankind has ever created minus the flies in the Malaysian restaurants. Especially the “original” recipe chickens. So delicious. I even have conjure the art of eating KFC. Ask me.
But the only reason KFC isn’t perfect is because the people who manages it does not have tip top quality over cleanliness in Malaysia. Argh. That is the problem with Malaysians. If some buggers don’t start preaching it, no one will take a personal initiative to just be very hygiene. I mean, even super clean fingernails is NOT part of many people’s personal hygiene agenda. So what do you expect? {I honestly do wonder what the girlfriends or wife of these people think then they dip their fingers in to finger them or feed them with some food with those soiled fingers...}
Today, Gucci came to my mind. I would like to make a note about Gucci. I had previous several very bad experience with Gucci so much so that I have ceased buying anything from them. Even after the massive complain I have made to their Milan office. I am in the opinion that the Malaysian management isn’t too bothered about their sucky service because everyone who has money at some point in their life would be buying from them. So they were not in the state of making up to me at all. Just some bouquet of flowers and so be it. That, is their opinion. Typical Asian mentality. So it seemed.
What were they thinking, that flowers could replace the degradatory attitude the staff made against me? Common, I am not that shallow or near that shallow. And I also happen not to have gold fish memory. More like elephant’s.
Is it really so that every woman whom you piss will go all forgiving with just a bunch of flowers? Common, Gucci can do better than that...
So there, Gucci will never be in my list of purchases whenever I feel like splurging on something luxurious. On second thoughts, Gucci has yet in attaining the level which other brands like Hermes, Asprey, Cartier or even Ferragamo has level up. They are not even there yet AND if they think they would one day be there, they badly need to perk up that service level and please, change that attitude of their Malaysian staff. They act as if Gucci if THE brand of the century. That is probably how shallow Gucci people are generally in Malaysia.
Maybe it is different elsewhere. But I don’t care, it has piss me enough to cease even walking into their stores. The nearest I got the last time was standing outside the store waiting for Eugene to check out some stuff he thought Gucci might have.
And here I come. Actually, opinions coming from me are often not overly calming, contradictory or controversial. But I don’t care anyway, because it’s what I think. Opinions can never be wrong anyway. Only thinking makes it so.
As of today while I am typing this by the beach in Teluk Cempaka, with the roaring of the waves and the caressing of a rather windy breeze, I am extremely happy to just be with the beach. Even if it even means I only get about 12 hours of beach time. But it is good enough to rejuvenate my soul. There is just something about me and the beach.
Yeah, when I die I want to be cremated and my ashes be scattered into the sea. Any sea will do. It’ll be great.
I have something to say about KFC. I really think it is one of the best food mankind has ever created minus the flies in the Malaysian restaurants. Especially the “original” recipe chickens. So delicious. I even have conjure the art of eating KFC. Ask me.
But the only reason KFC isn’t perfect is because the people who manages it does not have tip top quality over cleanliness in Malaysia. Argh. That is the problem with Malaysians. If some buggers don’t start preaching it, no one will take a personal initiative to just be very hygiene. I mean, even super clean fingernails is NOT part of many people’s personal hygiene agenda. So what do you expect? {I honestly do wonder what the girlfriends or wife of these people think then they dip their fingers in to finger them or feed them with some food with those soiled fingers...}
Today, Gucci came to my mind. I would like to make a note about Gucci. I had previous several very bad experience with Gucci so much so that I have ceased buying anything from them. Even after the massive complain I have made to their Milan office. I am in the opinion that the Malaysian management isn’t too bothered about their sucky service because everyone who has money at some point in their life would be buying from them. So they were not in the state of making up to me at all. Just some bouquet of flowers and so be it. That, is their opinion. Typical Asian mentality. So it seemed.
What were they thinking, that flowers could replace the degradatory attitude the staff made against me? Common, I am not that shallow or near that shallow. And I also happen not to have gold fish memory. More like elephant’s.
Is it really so that every woman whom you piss will go all forgiving with just a bunch of flowers? Common, Gucci can do better than that...
So there, Gucci will never be in my list of purchases whenever I feel like splurging on something luxurious. On second thoughts, Gucci has yet in attaining the level which other brands like Hermes, Asprey, Cartier or even Ferragamo has level up. They are not even there yet AND if they think they would one day be there, they badly need to perk up that service level and please, change that attitude of their Malaysian staff. They act as if Gucci if THE brand of the century. That is probably how shallow Gucci people are generally in Malaysia.
Maybe it is different elsewhere. But I don’t care, it has piss me enough to cease even walking into their stores. The nearest I got the last time was standing outside the store waiting for Eugene to check out some stuff he thought Gucci might have.
On the contrary, the other store which I am totally in awe is Massiomo Dutti, Zara and Kinokuniya. Their staffs have this never ending yearning to help you out. People just know how to treat you as a simple human. And that is really all we need in any service. And people need to realised customers are not a bunch of stupid people without brains.
Anyway, I have not gone shopping for the past 4 months so if things have change in the interim, I really don’t know. Hehe...
Just recently a lot of baby boomers have registered themselves with FB. And when I say baby boomers I mean people like your parents, my parents, our uncles and aunties and the entire battalion of relatives at that age. What’s up man with them and cyberspace?
Maybe they just want to catch up and still be up-to-date but I honestly think, sometimes, there are times and things where we would be happy to be left alone and there are some stuff we do that we don’t prefer having the older folks breathing down our neck.
This also was one of the reasons I shut my previous blog. I feel my ability to just rant has been clamped to a lot of extend and that I can no longer be free to write as I please no doubt, reading my stuff gives them a chance to know me better and to some extend, bond.
Unfortunately, I think most people in generation X are people who savour their privacy and freedom to many, many extend. And we would like to share our stuff with ‘certain’ people only.
I guess they have to learn to understand that.
I now don’t know IF I should refrain from my rubbish status update even in FB.
There was once I just conveniently said I was to travel to Aruba and boy that got to my mum’s ears and etc etc. The havoc. And I was merely saying it like I say I am off to the mountains of Karlifornia which I normally do. I mean, that’s basically to say I’m off to chilling my brains and soul though I may still be in that concrete jungle. See... Sigh.
Anyway, as I am typing this, I have decided. I will one day have a kid. Just one. But when, I don’t know. I will let God decide that for me. One of those things I really leave it to God. Certainly not within these few months. I don’t even mind if the kid is not my flesh and blood. I just don’t mind. Just 1 kid to watch the fella grow and observe what my parents have gone through with me. I guess to some extend it will only teach me to learn more about myself and the thing about family and love. It would be a great teacher.
But I have made it a pack that I don’t want to be a parent that leaves their kid at home with the maid most of the time and that I only spend time with them whenever I feel like it. I don’t think that is the idea of having a kid. And I certainly want to know my kid as much as I know the people I love.
A lot of people today have kids because they want to measure up to other people and they don’t want to be left out because they think that is just the right thing to do for themselves. But once they become a real father or mother, they chicken out and leave the kid with the in-laws or maid ¾ of the time. I honestly don’t think that is the way to be a parent. And before you know it, the kid is all grown up and you hardly know this person who is supposed to be your son or daughter.
There are of course assholes who tells me the joy of being a parent and let me tell you these are the only parents who does not literally raise the kid up with their 2 bare hands. To be honest, I often hear that same load of crap from men. It is just so easy to say how great to have kids. I wonder if they were the one who has to go through pregnancy, the entire trauma of giving birth, then wearning the baby, then the ordeal of changing the lifestyle to suit the kids feeding and sleeping pattern, raise the tiny fella who then has the highest tendencies to run around like a headless chicken everywhere aimlessly and you need to look out for him/her, then the falling sick episode because they have the lowest immune system at that point, tantrum throwing for no apparent reason and the list just goes endlessly.
But I would still hiss at those assholes who thinks they have sort the elixir to life because they have kids and I would still shun those who tells me how great being a parent is. I mean, do you sing to the world if you had a great orgasm or how fantastic orgasm actually is?
There are a lot of great and fabulous things that one need not tell. People can just see that from your face. You know like a glowing bride, a glowing mother, a glowing happy person. You don’t need to tell people how happy you are. It just radiates...
The other thing which amuses me is the relationship we Asian women have with bikinis. I don’t know if you ever noticed the difference between Asian women (taking aside Japanese chicks, who are THE COOLEST Asian women) and Caucasian when they carry themselves with bikinis. Caucasian despite the size, shape and texture will be confident about themselves physically. For us Asian, we tend to shy away from everything. Everything that is “over.”
I sometimes wonder what are we searching to be? The perfect body beautiful figure like those Miss Universe delegates? And only then we have that confident to walk upright in a bikini? Those beautiful long straight legs? That perfect flawless porcelain complexion?
I mean, one has a choice not to wear a bikini, but watch those who do. It is hard to find anyone besides the few awesome people I think I know has this courage to carry themself with more than dignity in a bikini. And that, deserves my applause.
I mean, why can’t they be like most men? Men don’t care if people see their pot belly. They will still go around in their shorts and hang out by the beach and pool. They just don’t really care. Of course, they have wishes for that 6 pac abs but if they don’t, it is still ok. They still have that much of confidence. I mean, to some women, if at all bikini is such a cumbersome ‘outfift’ just don’t bother wearing it. Again, don't because some chic looks great in it, doesn't mean you don't want to lose out so you equally pressure yourself into it.
Maybe we Asian women are over critical. That is why. And kiasu.
See... what free time and free soul does to me. My thoughts get crystal clear and I can just say and type so much within half an hour. I still can go on but I think I will better stop and start my writing again.
Have a good weekend people. Yeah I will send my regards to the beach for y’all. Heheh... *evil*
