Itchy scratchy single ladies.

Read the papers most recently? The one article about a kelatanese mp quoting that all divorced women apart from widows are "gatal". Flirtacious, promiscous type of gatal, unless he also has the ability to smell the itchy spots of a women's body lah.

Coincidentally, i finished up my post about conservative malaysia last night and flipped through the nst when i stumbled upon this new issue. I didnt flip actually, it was right there, on the front page.

"Uproar in Parliament over "gatal" divorcees" it blared.

Abdul Fatah Harun the guilty party, accused divorced women of being "gatal". Adding that it is the reason for the large number of failed marriages.

He thinks that its easy to tell a divorced woman from a married one by her flirtacious ways especially during a function. But we rational people very well know that divorces can occur in many different circumstances but not solely on flirtacious behaviour. Even after being shot back by the other mps and coming under-fire, this idiot still refuses to retract his statements.

What do these radical group parliament members know?

Well, maybe there is some tinge of truth in whatever he says, or it might even be through experience but as an educated member of the parliament, i'm sure everyone's expecting an uproar by his disrespect and insult to the womenfolk.

These are the times when you are utterly embaressed to be declared red-blooded malaysian men. I'm sure now all the malaysian men can hide their faces in their scrotums in shame. Especially the PAS and kelantanese men.

Some wankers should just bleach their holes for good.

Right click and go to "save as", print it out, paste it on your walls or wherever and throw darts, or tomatoes, or dung or pee on it if you'd like to. Free and exclusively for everyone who are downright disgusted by our own countrymen.

Jinny

Have we really evolved? (our minds i mean)

Most of you may have heard of the "showing-affection" issue. The issue that is rather discreetly debated and not publicised for the whole of malaysia to read about and laugh at the prehistoric mindset of our government.

I recalled one weekend morning i was at breakfast with my parents. The fresh bundle of the sunday mail resting on the counter was displaying 3 combination pictures of unsuspecting couples photographed while holding hands in public areas. Managing to squeeze in 2 more pictures of hugging couples on the front headlines.

Below the captions read "ministry urged by the public to define immoral behaviour".

Apparently a chinese couple are now fighting for their future and integrity in court because they were caught by officers while showing affection to each other in public. And from what i know, the couple were hugging or more decently "showing affection" when they were approached.

Immoral behaviour you say?

Yes. French kissing or petting(sexual meaning, nothing to do with animals) in public is definately an indecent act what more sex? But hugging? And hugging in this case means the loving warm kinda hug and not the touchy touchy kind. Holding hands?! Even talking about it seems ridiculous. Malaysia does seem to be progressing well, growing in population, high rise industrial locations and world class skyscrapers are sprouting out like mushrooms. These are the things that makes us proud, that puts us on the world map so that foreigners would not think that malaysia is a part of china anymore. But look at the protocol of how things are being run here. In a whole different way, it makes most of us and me embaressed to be a citizen of malaysia.

Lim Kit Siang did say in his journal that in a certain way, the government has got to draw a fine line between law and religion. Its understood that certain religions may prohibit showing affection publicly but that rule does NOT abide to others who are of other religions. And a person of that certain conservative religion is founded guilty, the authorities of that particular faith should take action only. Law of malaysia and law of a religion is a different concept altogether.

It is worrying, that somehow maybe when mahathir presented vision 2020, he might have this vague image of every malaysian being robots by that time. No affection, no love around, love only exists behind closed doors.

Put aside the sheer irrationality of general and turn to the schools. It may be implemented only in my school that a snapshot of 2 people of different gender is considered indecent. One glaring example is the selections of class layout by certain teachers for the school magazine. Photos and even whole layouts have been rejected because "this guy is too close to this girl" when both heads are almost a yard apart, or "guys are not supposed to stand beside girls".

And ironically, it seems that the goverment is shocked at the responses of many young adults who are still in the dark of what a vagina is or how do babies come about. Urging schools and private societies to emphasise heavily on sex education for the youth.

One corner we have plans to bombard youths with sex education and how to have an open mind and in another corner our asses are being busted for showing affection openly.

My religion abstains me from false speech. But sadly that is hard to oblige to especially when we're being force-feeded with glorious praises for this country in moral education when we very well know its as bullshit as it can get. Sucks, but we have no other choice if we want that A1.

All those possibilites of us humans evolving into far intelligent lifeforms in the near future can be scratched out because we're actually devolving. Especially malaysians.

Jinny

This is the most best looking, creativest, very most artistic movie poster i've ever sawed.

Jinny

It would be sweet if we could re-experience old ones rather than make new ones.

Memories. Dont you think? Reliving the moments that were engraved into your mind and soul. The moments that you recall everytime you just stare into thin space. Your feelings at that very particular moment and of course what a wonderful spectacle it was.

I day dream about my memories. Sometimes it doesnt just feel merely like a daydream but like i'm revisiting the past. Of course those are the times that i enjoy resurfacing the exact moments in my mind when i'm in the mood to stay quiet, feel the breeze and stare out into the sky. I do that all the time. It gives me a brief sense of euphoria just thinking about the good memories.

I can still remember vaguely, one that still plays crystal clearly in my mind. The expedition to Kapas island 2 years ago. That night the skies were in a heavenly state. I remember just spreading a canvas sheet out in the darkness of the beach, and lying there, my senses soaking up everything possible. The smell of the sun-dried sand, the feel of the strong yet subtle monsoon wind, the sound of the tides coherently gushing onto shore and retreating back, the extravagant night sky with an abundance of stars no one could ever imagine. The best part is just that feeling of weightlessness and serenity in the darkness with everyone just lying on the beach, staring into the star-filled sky and the harmonious orchestra of tropical nature serenading us. At that point of time, you just let go of all your doubts, even if you cant, it'll go. It was just, perfect.

Or lying on the jetty of Sapi island, during expedition on the eve of tsunami day, oblivious to the strong gusts. I just laid there on the wooden planks and stared into the moon-illuminated cloudy night sky with the occasional rumble of thunder and every bit of tension all gone. I remember whispering to myself. "What a wonderful world".

Even the some of the simplest situations can be a pleasant memory to me. The feeling of anticipation and excitement when me and john were on the bus en route to taking that cable car up to genting highlands and the whole 3 days itself. Or at the time when everyone you cherish comes together and you have a blast. And the freedom of the holidays. Or maybe just spending quality time with the people or person you love.

These are those memories i constantly playback on loop in my head just for the wonderful feeling of it.

And then it makes you go "how i wish i could pause now and go back to then".

You only look back when there's nothing else to look forward to.

Jinny

Now you can ignore the last post if you want to.

Nobody has to buy my muddy looking shoes. Everyone wants to be spoilt with 1st hand shoes eh? (i refuse to admit i have bad sales techniques for not cleaning my shoes beforehand)

Even more so, "someone" created a blog to irritate me on the glory of his new La Sportiva Cobras. I do admit that i was intimidated, seeing someone who wrecked his 290 ringgit shoe in 3 months and obtaining a flashy new pair.

I wanted a shoe of my own. Something that accustoms itself into the shape of my feet. Something that would fit me perfectly well in time. And something that would overcome my absence of monkey paws or goats hooves (ripped off theory). Something that would allow me to discontinue usage of camp 5's torn, worn out, hideous rent shoes.

But, where is the dough when i need it?

I dont have a budget to spend, or a credit card to pamper myself with, and my only access to my personal account e.g atm card was mercilessly confiscated. Oh, and no one wants my muddy looking shoes.

I was scared. I had no balls to ask dad for cash because he's rejected my pleas for new gadgets countless times already. The fear of the feeling of being rejected is something that would prevent me from asking. So for the past few days i've been hesitant to ask. Everytime a good chance came i would shut down my systems and blow the chance.

Until today i finally plucked enough balls to ask dad.

"Dad, can i get a new pair of good climbing shoes?"

*reason and purpose questionaire session*

*Dad comes into room, places cash on table and goes out*

Dad'll give the cash or purchase something if he knows its worth investing in. Unless its my birthday.

And to brad's dismay of having a lookalike..

Yeap! La Sportiva Cobras! Now we both wear the same shoes with the same sizes and the same colour and we share the belay set and the same chalk bag and the finger tape and the green tea bath gel. Wow.

And thanks dad for the shoe. Pray i dont wreck this shoe up and get a new one anytime soon.

Jinny

Anybody wanna buy shoes?

I've got some shoes (between UK sizes 7-9) in rather good condition for sale. And because i need to free up some space in my store and get some cash to get climbing shoes.

1. Asics Hyper Distance Spike Shoes.

2. Adidas Meteor 2005 Spike Shoes.

3. Umbro XAI Pro Football Boots.

4. Nike Total 90 II 2nd Grade Football Boots.

5. Nike All-Conditions-Gear Aqua Sock.

6. Adidas Water Lamprey Adventure Shoes.

To those who are interested. Please wholeheartedly admit your interest and we'll take disscussions from there.

Jinny

LOL.

Jinny

Screw the 18 above limits lah.

These above 18 rules i tell you. Bloody nuisances. First they stop people from accessing porn sites, then they give the blue vested cinema chums a reason to deny your entry into cinemas, then prevents young idiots from purchasing cigarettes even though the stupid rule has never been applied anywhere in malaysia, gives astro a brilliant idea to have features that can lock channels so young kids wouldnt be exposed to excessive violence and sex(like they cant learn from more obvious anywheres), and now, all bloody banks are not allowed to issue atm cards to teens below 18!! That means i dont get to withdraw my cash anytime i want!

Dad got me an atm card from arab malaysian bank 3 years ago, and that time, with parent's consent, you can get an atm card but your limit stops at 200 ringgit per withdrawal. Screw all limits then, i had only 10 ringgit in my account. And it didnt last very long.

Oblivious to interest rates and secret cash from dad trickling into my account. I didnt care about my atm card nor my account since i percieved it to be empty until one december day in cameron highlands 3 years ago when i almost dried myself of cash. I decided to proceed to an AM bank teller to check my balance. Slot the card in, waited for it to load to the password page, then confidently typed in the 6 digit password that i thought i remembered. Brilliant me, i consistently keyed in the wrong password 3 times and got my poor card blocked.

There i was, standing in front of the teller that was busy rejecting my card from the slot, glaring at the black screen. As idiotic as i can be, i retrieved my card, lovingly slipped it back into my wallet and walked to the nearest sundry shop to buy twiggies.

The blocked atm card has been a prop in my wallet until today when mum brought me to the bank again to get a card change. I was charged 12 ringgit for a new card. Then i proceeded to the customer service counter for a spanking new card. The attending lady keyed my initials and ic number into her computer and presented a few paperwork to me for signatures. She promptly held up my old card, grabbed her scissors and snipped it into half. Then amusingly, she picked up her calculator and started adding up my age.
"I'm sorry i cant issue your card until you're 18 which would be on your birthday in 2007."
"Oh is it? Erm okay then." (hands starting to sweat, small fire igniting in heart)
"I will give you your 12 ringgit refund."
"Oh okay." (fire building up, cursing my luck)

I'm not really pissed at the fact that this new stupid rule of atm cards issued to teens above 18 even though i have my own account, i'm more pissed at the lady for snipping my old atm card and then not giving me a new one. And now i think its in half and lying in a dump somewhere in ss2 crying to come back to my wallet. Damn you AM bank employee.

I cant drive, i cant play football, i cant study, i cant think of any other ways to earn money to get climbing shoes except to sell my other shoes, and now, i cant freaking access my pot of gold!

Jinny

To, my 200th post, and a few good men.

I've always expected my 200th blog post to be a cheery affair ever since i was pondering on post number 160 but sadly, this post is everything but a cheery affair.

Have you ever come across a person in your live who just deprives you of what you enjoy doing? Someone to whom you plead sincerely and frantically for something only to be ignored? Someone who makes instant harsh desicions because of one idiot and that jeopardises others? I thought i've never, until this noble man i once look up to in admiration came along. Familiar as he always is, mr. zol.

Athletics and football in smkts has never been in good terms since god knows when. Its like the british and the irish, or the greeks and trojans. Or so it is amongst the coaches as far as im concerned. We from the athletics team will make this illegal transition to football without mr. zol's knowledge only to be discovered later on and given the cold treatment.

Illegal is ONLY when your football agendas are clashing with your athletic's. According to mr. zol, "you can play only if all your competitions are over". Those are the exact words strictly implemented into our naive little minds when he notices the football craze slowly overshadowing our athletic's priorities. Once your done with your running and jumping and whatever shit sport you've been forced to take part in, even more so when you're in your last year of school and your athletics "career" ends prematurely because you're too lousy to qualify for the next phase of competitions. Then according to the man himself, you can break every bone in your body for fuck cares.

See. All these words of fuckwisdom. And what happens now? It all seems like he's never oozed any similiar sounding shit from his voice box ever. Oh yeah, i forgot about the rule. The incomprehensibly idiotic fucked-up rule. Said to be created by the upper authorities of the school. "Athletes are NOT allowed to play football". Sounds like a brilliant plan to keep every runner in their best conditions before competitions but when you implement it after every is done and over like me. It becomes worse than the mppj bastards building a field and informing residents that they cant use it. No, not only that, it becomes a load of fucking fucked up bollocks.

Here's my problem. I ran for the school since i was in wee form 2. As far as i know, carried the school name to maybe a new level. Once or twice made the school proud. And this year i finally bowed out of athletics with a 5th place finish in the heptathlon. My oh-so-noble coach mr. zol personally came up to me and said this is the end of my athletics, which in my vocabulary, means i no longer am tied to the leash of the school like all athletes. Neither do i see any mistake in taking up another sport. Plus my other sport in school is football. So of course i would go to football, i wouldnt wanna sit around doing nothing and still be calling myself the "prestigious" title of a school athlete. And then what happens? Some idiot(no names mentioned) has more competitions but insists on playing for the school football team, then the news broke to beloved mr. zol and in a fit of rage, drank his coffee, shouted at mr. kamal(football coach) and harshly forbid every school athlete from football. Yea thanks alot.

I usually dont beg but beg i did for the past two days. Not literally on my knees kinda beg but the explain my condition and desire kinda beg. The noble one wasnt around so i had to resort to telephones and text messaging. This was my desperate plea:

"Hello sir. I still dont understand why you and the school would make a decision to disallow me to play football. I have finished my athletics and i wish to have nothing else to do with it already. I totally understand if you dont allow *blah blah blah* to play but i have finished my competitions already. I am not influenced by other people into this decision. I really really want to play football and i enjoy doing so. So please sir. I just want to represent the school in football one last time and thats it. Please sir."

Thats my 5 page long message and nope, i didnt get a reply. NO REPLY!!! Tell me guys, how heartless and selfish can a person get? I'm done with running, he knows it. I really really want to play football, he knows it. Then why be so selfish to this extend of forbiding me of doing what i enjoy when it wouldn't even hurt anybody?! I've been banging fists and my head on walls and i still DONT GET IT! All i need is a bloody YES from him and there i'll be happy as a butterfly, go play my football, contribute to the team and to the school and then DONE! I come back, i walk around school, go for your pjk classes, focus on my subjects like normal! I dont see why i'm still tied to this athletics chain when you personally told me i'm done already! Guys. Please. You know how this feels. You read this post, and you'll know how i feel right now. Someone stopping you from doing what you enjoy doing for NO fucking particular reason at all! Its just plain selfish and self-centered. Its not like he has plans for me. He just does it. For his own ego.

WHY??????????????????????????

WHY THE FUCK DO THIS?????????

I JUST WANNA PLAY FOOTBALL..

Thats all i'm asking for from you. Thats all i'm asking for! You self-centered egoistic man! Even your wealth of experience and knowledge cannot help you get my respect for this.

This post is not meant for silent dissing. Its publicised for god's sake. I pray your "loyal" athletes and pet-students read this and then break the news to you so that you know how selfish you've been to me.

I'm hurt and frustrated beyond comprehension.

Jinny