Quite a few things have happened lately, I suspect it’s because of the full moon. Yes, I’m still going round my astrological bend here, so if you if you think I make sense, read on and nod accordingly; if not, just read on anyway and furrow your brow.

First of all, there was the issue of my dress being unzipped by a Mr. Monash candidate on-stage during the pageant Q & A session during ball night. While no, my dress did not fall down, I was left fuming internally and feeling very embarrassed as this occurred in front of the Pro Vice Chancellor, various Monash alumni and sponsors. I also know that this person is running for candidacy in the MUSA Elections and should he make a public apology (as has been suggested), it could affect his chances.

As an Assistant Returning Officer, I am thus in a quandary of sorts. While I can fully empathize with him as a person, I cannot condone in any way, shape or form the fact that his actions, as juvenile and childish as they seemed, constitutes sexual harassment. As a university student, it is expected that there is a certain degree of maturity, so regardless of what his friends might think, please realise that I have nothing against the person in question, just his actions.

The student population needs to be reminded that it is not ok to publicly humiliate a person in front of an audience regardless of what the intentions are and while some could accuse me of scapegoating, I will have you know that I have no personal problems with this gentleman in question. However, I am a quasi-feminist and thus must make it a point to stand by my principles because right or wrong to you, these are my thoughts, and my stand, and I will not apologise for it.

And speaking of standing by one’s principles, I either very stupidly (or perhaps I wanted this to happen) forwarded my Bringing Human Rights Home article to my aunt, who in turn forwarded it to my father. He is reportedly very very very very very (x 10,000000000) disappointed in me, which of course I feel terrible about.

But once again, while I sympathise, and would like to clarify that by NO MEANS am I belittling my parents whom I love and respect, I am standing up for what I believe in. I guess as a journalist/writer this is one of the hardest steps I will take: separating my personal from my professional. If I allow myself to be guilted into apologising for every little thing that offends or hurts someone, I will get nowhere, because almost everything is seditious anyhow.

I was, in any case, merely using my experience as a case study for the limitations of the scope of the UNDHR; while it is not a bad thing, it is the reality of things. I’m glad I specified this in a paragraph towards the end; I’m finding it increasingly important as a writer to always cover my behind when I say controversial things -_-”

On to happier news: the cyst in my breast has somehow vanished. Hurrah! I have another appointment in 6 months for another follow-up though; while I am happy it’s gone, I am happier that I managed to drive all the way down to KL by myself and not get lost

Sigh sigh sigh. Eventful holidays indeed.

Just quick splurts here while I wait for Sush to pick me up for wan tan mee (nyums). Comment away, my friends.

Am I being plain evil (in both cases) or am I doing the right thing? Sometimes even I need affirmation :/