February 18, 2009

and it happens again

Posted in Malaysia, My Home, Ranty Pants at 9:01 pm by meldee

Come into my parlour, said the Spider to the Fly.

Canon EOS Kiss, Degraves Lane, Melbourne.


By nature I tend to be quite a self-absorbed person (like everyone else, I’m sure).

I navel gaze, think my thoughts aloud, scrutinize every concievable imperfection on my body and in my heart. In a way I suppose I can be like a baby, fully mesmerized by my own fingers and toes.  My existence is a blissful one, as long as I am safe, sheltered, fed and loved.

But I was also born with a tiger’s spirit blessing the stars above my head, and with warrior blood in my veins. I was born, quite possibly,to fight. 

Not necessarily involving fisticuffs, though I joke that that is something I’d like to do before I die (get into a fistfight with someone I really detest, no holds barred), but a to protest injustices and unfairness, to stand up for something I am absolutely convinced is The Right Thing and to go down, if I do, kicking and screaming all the way.

Because I am not only self-absorbed, intellectual rhetoric also tends to elude me when I am completely involved in something—sometimes literally kicking up a big fuss is the only way!

I probably sound quite cryptic, but I am actually deep in thought. And not deep in thought a la former Menteri Besar of Selangor Dato Dr. Khir Toyo kind of I-must-sit-and-think-two-hours-a-day, but just sort of tentatively prodding my disparate thoughts out with a stick and seeing how they turn out.

Things in my home state are in pretty shite condition at the moment. 

There has been a blatant violation of privacy of state Exco and Assemblyperson (get it right, you fools, how can a woman be an assemblyman?!) Elizabeth Wong. You can read about it from any good (indeed, even any bad) Malaysian news site for the full details—

I am more concerned now with the issue of private spaces and how vital they are and, oh, what a precious right it is.

Because it is a right. The right to let loose, to be free and forgetful, relaxed and romantic, dark and delirious—in the quiet and solitude of this essential space called ‘home’.

I really don’t feel safe anymore. My rights have been stripped from me and now I have to behave in the once-sacred space I called my room.

It angers me. My self-absorbed self needs this space and quiet to just be for a few hours in a day, to get back in touch with myself before I am lost.

I am sure I am not the only one who feels such.

I don’t know how many more times these things have to happen before people realise what a crime it is, to take away this precious space.

I don’t know how refugees or political detainees or people living in detention camps cope. I say this as un-princess-fully as I can, because along with food, shelter, safety and love—a space to be alone is what I feel every person is entitled to.

Shame on you who don’t realise this.



October 7, 2008

weekly hate list

Posted in Bah!, Ranty Pants, The Thesis at 11:27 am by meldee

I dunno how some of the more emo, touchy-feely-esque bloggers can remain consistent in layout, theme, etc for so long. I keep getting distracted.

Because I am procrastinating work (what’s new) and generally feeling very angsty with myself and things around me…

The Weekly Hate List

1. The fact that White Rabbit Creamy Candies are bloody toxic and are going to be annihilated.

2. Superfruckingslow Internet in the office.

3. No news about the Bali Conference (but oh I’ve not mentioned this before aye? I’ll only elaborate when I get it pfft).

4.  Trawling shopping blogs and Liebemarlene Vintage, which is possibly my favourite blog at the moment, and feeling gloomy because I want to be out and shopping.

5. Not shopping, because firstly, I kind of shopped already in Singapore (exchange rate graarrhh!) and secondly…


7. Looking at The Thesis makes me physically ill and all brain function grinds to a halt the minute I open my chapters.

8. I have a month to finish The Thesis 😦 I’m not ready. It’s absolute rubbish and I hate it.

9. Daylight savings has started again in Melbourne. HATE. Daylight. Savings. Give me back my hour so I can talk to the boyfriend for that much longer! 😦

10. Mad hair. I very badly need a haircut but I want to wait till it’s a bit longer because if I cut it now it’d be too short. Yes, there simply is no pleasing me.

But to balance things out (I’ve got no Libra planets so this is my very lame attempt at being objective)…

The Weekly Love List

1. Watching hot Greek guys busting moves on the beach in tight Speedos in Mama Mia!. Twice.

2. Lemons to go with my green tea ❤

3. The wedding reception of a dear friend on Friday.

4.  Um…I can’t think of anything else I love this week o_O


June 25, 2008

on vices

Posted in Ranty Pants at 9:39 am by meldee

Full to overflowing.

Taken with my Canon EOS KISS,  50mm. Cousin’s wedding, Malacca.


I had to go for a (full) medical checkup yesterday because the Ministry of Higher Education suddenly decided that all sessional staff, be you a tutor or lab technician, needs teaching permits.

We get orders on Monday to produce a detailed medical report, chest x-ray, two referral letters from people who’ve known us for more than five years (yeah, like, five years ago I was still in high school), fill out four pages of forms and provide our birth certificate number (so it isn’t enough proof for me to give you my IC number or actually exist, now I have to prove I was actually born?) by, er, today. Wednesday.

Oh the sweet, sweet efficiency and competence of…nevermind, you know what I’m thinking.

Anyhoo. So I was filling out forms at the Staff Health Clinic at the nearby hospital and as usual, ticked ‘No’ to the ‘do you consume drugs/cigarettes/alcohol’ question. Given how regularly I drink/smoke/do drugs, which is occassionally/when the spirit moves me/not at all.

I think the doctor I saw that checked my blood pressure, etc was in a foul mood or something with all the M.University sessional staff coming in in a steady flow (full to overflowing) because she kept pressing that issue. “Are you sure you don’t drink/smoke?”

Me: “No” (as blase as I can be).

Her: “Not even one puff?” (eyebrow cocked)

Me: (stuttering) “Yeah, well, I mean, one puff, who hasn’t tried one puff”.

Her: (smug grins) “Every little bad thing you put into your body has adverse effects, my dear.” (as she’s happily striking out my feeble ‘No’ on the form and scrawling by the side, ‘SOCIAL’.

Now, what the hell.

(I should now acknowledge that I am at fault here for lying on my medical forms; but maybe it wasn’t really lying because oh come on I thought that you’d have to be, say, a pretty regular smoker/drinker to tick that box, but then again what the hell do I know, I’m a freaking Communication student)


My point is that rawwwr stop being so bloody condescending and superior what the hell you think just because you are in the medical line you can be all uppity as if you don’t drink/smoke/do drugs/have unsafe sex (wtf)/eat without washing your hands for 30 seconds with soap and water! I don’t know why some people think they can get on their high horse just because they’re in a ‘noble’ profession. Sif you’ve never done anything bad/illegal/fattening in your life before or done anything that could “have adverse effects on your body, my dear”. Like I could be a trash collector and isn’t that noble? I mean I’m clearing up your shit, and I could be the bestest person in the whole wide world because I’m kind loving generous a good mother/father/sibling and YOU in your spotless white lab coat and stethoscope acting all better than me could be a wife/husband/child/animal beater who steals You-Say-Aah sticks (um, I think the correct term is tongue depressor) from the hospital to make houses with UHU Glue RAWWWWWRRR!


Ok that was actually kind of therapeutic, but I suspect I might get shot down for being, erm, stupid.

Point is, we all have vices. Vices are ok. Vices are even good. In moderation.

The freaking Middle Path dangnammit! Though, er, I think the Buddha did say something about not doing things to hurt yourself, or others. Which, er, includes intoxicants like alcohol.

Gaaaah I hate being wrong.

*stalks off in fury

May 2, 2008

on hating bureaucracy

Posted in Malaysia, My Home, Ranty Pants at 5:15 pm by meldee

I just do.

Especially when it takes one four hours to submit forms for passport renewal and to pay up—yes I know they have those nifty passport renewal kiosks but guess what, my chip wouldn’t read (just my luck!).

And I noted with some satisfaction (because I am evil that way) that the kiosk had broken down when I left.

A note to the Subang branch of Immigration at Terminal 3 of the SAAS Airport, please make it more child-friendly. There are so many people carrying babies with them, and it’s hot and stuffy, and there’s no room for strollers, and a really tiny and dark corner for breastfeeding mothers. It’s torture not only for the kids, but for us trying to cope with the screaming kids :/

And a general note to Immigration: put on your website somewhere lah that the form has to be printed on both sides of the paper! Stop trying to con people of RM1 by forcing them to buy the forms >.<

I’m so glad passport renewals only happen once every five years because if this happened every year I’d go bonkers.

But the boyfriend tried to comfort me by saying that this may be the last time I need to renew my Malaysian passport…ooh. Goody, I wonder if Malaysians in Canberra are any more efficient. I have my doubts but oh well.

Happy World Press Freedom Day tomorrow!

December 9, 2007

iron-clad irony

Posted in Bah!, Family, Happenings, Malaysia, My Home, Ranty Pants at 12:57 pm by meldee

Some incredibly ironic facts about yours truly:

  1. I am a faux-Chinese. I think my only Chinese traits (besides the physical, which is rather obvious) are that I can be chronically kiasu and I’m always looking for ways to save money (so I can splurge it on something else). Language skills are zilch.
  2. With a name so musical it borders on hysterical (I outgrew it’s ‘cuteness’ about a decade ago), I am completely and utterly non-musically inclined.
  3. I am, so it seems, an adult who has nothing to show for said adulthood save for monthly cramps, mammaries and a driver’s license. And oh, the right to vote and pay full fare on stuff.
  4.  For a Piscean who’s supposedly all fluffy and flighty and lovey-dovey, I am not feeling any of those right this very moment.
  5. I am a passive ‘activist’. I’ve added the ‘…’ because clearly I am not actively doing anything except breathing furiously through my nostrils like my yoga instructor taught me this morning, while the rest of my friends are out there actively defending their rights, and the rights of others.


Because my Daddy told me so *grumbles*.

It had been all worked out, I was even on my way to the train station with Apsara and Seetha (I was driving—and I had my aunt in the front seat as I offered to drop her for her class at UM on my way) when he called asking me to turn back immediately, or else (I am quite used to these threats now, lately they’ve been threatening to take away my car keys).

For good measure, Daddy rang my aunt, and then for contingency, rang my lawyer aunt to call me and tell me to go home.

Honestly, am I that much of a child still? I ranted to my cousin, who said something which struck me and just totally reflected the attitudes of so many out there, I reckon: “Human rights is just a myth in this country. You already have everything you want, what else do you need?”

Has it really come to that? Can we as civil society merely turn the other cheek and shrug, saying “I am comfortable just the way I am, why bother?”.

The thought of it both saddens me and makes me incredibly furious at the same time.


I heard from Seetha that eight people were arrested this morning, four of them lawyers, for walking around *ho hum*. Geezus H.Krispy Kreme, are they going to arrest people for getting some ‘morning exercise’ in groups now and detain them under the Internal Security Act (ISA)?

This is fucking bullshit. All of it.

Honestly, the ISA is the best scare tactic the government has created so far. Even small fry like me and you are terrified of making anti-government statements for the fear of “being detained under the ISA”. Fuck that, are we then supposed to obediently bob our heads and agree with everything they shovel at us?

C’mon people, we can do better than this.


I am so so so embarrassed 😦 And disappointed.

And worn out because taking anger out in the gym for two solid hours is most wearying.

I hope those who went to the Bar Council today are safe and well.

Apologies 😦

I am such a failure *drops head into hands and wails*

December 5, 2007


Posted in Bah!, Malaysia, My Home, Ranty Pants at 12:45 pm by meldee

This is extremely messed up la. Reading about it in this morning’s papers after hearing it on the news last night just made me shake my head in disbelief at how screwed up things have become here in this country: the 26 individuals affiliated with Hindraf, charged with attempted murder at Batu Caves. Read the short report from AFP here.

As my mum commented, during one of her rare moments of lucidity with regards to the public interest (bless her, I say this because it’s true—she’s pushing 50 and hasn’t registered to vote. Go figure. We fight about this all the time.)—“If you rape someone, you get three years. You protest in the streets, you get 10. A bit of a priority mix-up, eh?”

And it’s true. The Johor Bar website states here: “The law has laid down a minimum sentence for rape which is not less than five years and not more than twenty years and shall also be liable to whipping. Section 376 Penal Code. This means that the court pass(es?) a sentence of less than five years if it finds the accused guilty of the offense.”

There is further information on the status of women under the Malaysian law, available here.

Another thing that angers me is the cancellation of the People’s Freedom Walk that was to be held this Sunday. I know many of my friends who wanted to go but were afraid of getting gassed, but now it looks like it won’t even happen.I’ve got mixed feelings over this; on one hand I know it’s not advisable to shit-stir with the government especially in light of recent actions taken against the Hindraf protesters, but at the same time this is a clear violation of our right to peaceful assembly!

Clearly, it’s sending out the message that while yes, the Federal Constitution is the highest law in this country, no, you cannot assemble albeit peacefully because of internal security. Like hell we’re going to want to react violently on the eve of International Human Rights Day, that’s rubbish!

It really annoys me at the blatant double-standards practiced by the government and their henchmen.

By the way, I don’t remember if I mentioned seeing dear Subang Jaya assemblyman Datuk Lee Hwa Beng at the R.Age self-defense workshop. I did, and to Jolene’s chagrin was muttering stuff about him the entire time. “Showing your face here, eh, Datuk, because elections are near? Well I hope nobody votes for you, rawrr.”

I had in mind the interview with Malaysiakini this August. Since I don’t have access to M-kini (I keep losing my password), I’m gonna cut and paste from an email forwarded to me. Subang folk, seriously. Have a read of it and ask yourselves what kind of person we have as our representative.

Funny, also, how his website states that he lives in USJ, but the M-kini interview states he lives in Tropicana.

But seriously, read this for yourself. Especially his definition of a sexy woman. And his comments re: Subang being well-planned (I hear shouts of laughter at this point) and how people here are too rich, that’s why each household has 2-3 cars. Umm, maybe that’s got to do with the public transport system being absolute shite?

Anything But Politics: Beng only had eyes for Soo Soo

Hon Yi Wen | Aug 10, 07 12:16am

LEE Hwa Beng, the Subang Jaya state assemblyperson, sat down with Rentakini recently and talked about his life outside of the political arena…and how he persisted in wooing pretty Soo Soo some 30 years ago.This techno-savvy politician also has his own website and blog www.hwabeng.org.my.Tell us something about your childhood. What was it like?

My father was a rubber tapper, and I used to help him mangle the rubber. After the latex was collected, we would use formic acid to coagulate it, then use our hands and feet to press it into a thin sheet so it could be placed into the mangling machine.

It was hard work! I used to do this in the morning, before school which was in the afternoon.

Those kids who came from rubber tapping families were easily identified, because after you had worked on rubber, you would smell so bad for the rest of the day!

It was difficult to get rid of this smell, no girl would want to date you…you just smell rotten, very bad!

We understand you have a happy family. Care to share your family with us.

My wife and I celebrated our Silver Jubilee wedding anniversary only last year, So we have been happily married for 26 years now.

We have three daughters, one of them is working while the other two are still studying.

What is your wife’s name?

Lee Soo Soo

Oh, same surname. No wonder you and your wife are a good match.

It so happened to be that way. A Lee guy wooed and married a Lee gal. Doesn’t it sound kinda romantic?

So how did you meet your wife?

Well, we went to the same college many years ago – TAR (Tunku Abdul Rahman) College, in KL. She was one of the college’s most pretty and popular girls!

The boys she dated then had nice cars, and all I had was a motorbike. Of course this meant that they were a lot more ‘cool’… It was difficult to compete, because all I had to offer was this old bike.

But I persisted…you know… pak see boh chow (never say die attitude). When a girl catches your eye, you must only have eyes for her. Forget other girls, just concentrate on one.

So in the end, she chose you…

Yes! Well, maybe she somehow saw into my future! (

Ho ho, you must be quite a Romeo eh!

So so lah, can do lah. Not bad hoh. (Laughs)

And your daughters, what are their names?

Hui-Ni (eldest), Lyn-Ni & Yun-Ni (youngest)

You’ve upgraded your motorbike for a car since then?

My first car was a white Nissan Datsun 120Y. It was A second-hand machine, falling apart. But now I drive a Harrier 4×4.
In your opinion, define a sexy woman.

A woman with a good figure, young with a pretty face and if possible, scantily dressed.

Oh, you’re terrible, YB!

Well, you asked the question and I’m trying to answer in the manner you want – the fun way. (Laughs)

Since you’re in a ‘sexy’ mood, which celebrity would you consider the sexiest?

Here we go again.

There are so many! Really, it is hard to narrow them down. These days the media is overloaded with so many good-looking people. J-Lo has got a good figure, Angelina Jolie too… Well I don’t know any local celebrities, but from Hong Kong and China, I would say Zhang Ziyi or Gong Li when she was younger.

What kind of music do you listen to?

I don’t really listen to music these days, so it’s difficult to say. When I do, it’s usually evergreen stuff like Elvis Presley or the Beatles, music from when I was younger… ‘Love Me Tender’ is my favourite song.

Will you sing us a few lines of ‘Love Me Tender’

Love me tender,
Love me sweet,
Never let me go.
You have made my life complete,
And I love you so.

What comes next? I’ve forgotten-lah… (Laughs)

Do you have a favourite movie?

Not really, I don’t have time for movies these days. Well if I have to name one, I guess it would be Ten Commandments.
You know, I actually watched that movie before I joined the Christian faith, but it moved me deeply even then.
Is your faith an important part of your life?

Yes, very much so! I am a member of the Charismatic Church. Religion is very important, it helps you stay on track. It keeps me away from the temptations of power abuse and corruption, and inspires me to serve the people in whatever way I can. My whole family are active members of our church, It’s a good activity to do together as a family..

So where do you live?

Actually, I don’t live in Subang Jaya. My house is in Tropicana, the other side of Petaling Jaya.

What’s the worst thing about Subang Jaya?

The traffic! These days, everybody has a car and the congestion is terrible. We can blame this situation on our people – these days, you see so many cars with only one (1) person inside, Car pooling will not work in a city like KL as everybody goes in different directions. I think the only way it could work is if we introduce area pricing like in Singapore where cars with less than three people have to pay a charge in high-congestion areas.

Subang Jaya was well-designed, but it simply cannot cope with the level of affluence that people now enjoy. Each house seems to have three-four cars each, people are just getting too rich! I think public transport such as the LRT is the way forward. I’m looking forward to the extension of the system to include the Subang Jaya area in 2009.

If you were appointed mayor of PJ, what is the first thing you would do?

I would say ‘No’ to become mayor! I don’t think I could do a good job. This is because I wouldn’t be able to act freely, I would have no power over what I was doing. If I was mayor, I would have to comply fully with the terms of the elected office, and I don’t think this is the best way to help people. The main thing I enjoy is giving them good service, helping with the small things…

I treat politics like a business. If I can solve the people’s problems, then I am doing good business. If they don’t come to me and I cannot help them, then I say that business is bad.

Do you own any firearms?

Yes, I do

If you could shoot one person, who would it be?

I would never shoot a person unless it was in self-defence.

What if you could pick someone to shoot in self-defence?

No, I can’t say! I wouldn’t want to shoot anyone unless I absolutely had to. I think it is wrong to have hurtful intentions towards others.

What about Osama?

I don’t think I will ever meet him in person.

What’s the strangest phone call you’ve ever received?

It was very late at night, a few months ago. When I answered the phone, I think I must have sounded quite soft, so I guess the person on the other end thought it was a woman.

A male voice started making some funny sex noises! I listened to these noises for a few minutes, then shouted “Oi!” very loudly. He hung up pretty quickly… (laughs) These people are quite strange. I think if you answer the phone in a manly voice they get scared and run away, because I received another anonymous call quite recently but this time the person just hung up quickly.

What was your reaction upon receiving the datukship?

Well I was very honoured when conferred the award in 2000. But it was in a way expected. The person who held my post before me had received a datukship after several years in office, so I figured it would come my way too.

Aren’t they too many datuks around these days?

I think sometimes this award is not given based on how well you do your job, but is instead given just as a custom. This is why I am looking forward to the plans to reduce the number of datukships given out in a year to less than 20, because by doing this the true value of the title will return.

It’s about dignity and respect here. These must stay with the honorific title.

HON YI WEN is an intern with Malaysiakini. Comments can reach Rentakini by emailing francis@malaysiakini.com (Anything But Politics is an occasional column featuring political personalities, activists, intellectuals, about everyone really!)

November 29, 2007

celebrating rights/ idiots in cinemas

Posted in Happenings, Malaysia, My Home, Ranty Pants, Social Responsibility According to Me at 4:34 pm by meldee

I know I know, a record of two posts in one day 🙂

If I’m in a good mood as of tonight, I may even blog ranting/bragging about my results. Hopefully it will be the latter, not the former! Anyway, just heard that the girl who was kidnapped was found this morning, not too sure if this is really the case, but just thought I’d update.

There’s another peace gathering coming up! In celebration of International Human Rights day on December 10, the Bar Council’s Human Rights Committee is hosting the Festival of Rights on Sunday, December 9.

Heaps of NGOs and movements will be involved, among them The People’s Parliament, AWAM and…er, well, other NGOs lah. I know the Yellow Wave will be present, but the feminist movement will be wearing purple 🙂 The march starts at 7.30am from SOGO and will end at Central Market/Pasar Seni where there will be a host of events and activities.

For more details, click the link above! Or go here, the blog for Human Rights Day in KL.

I’m terribly excited and I don’t care, I’m going this time! And don’t rain on my parade (or shoot tear gas cannisters, or spray at me with chemical-laced water, ahem) because this is part of our (Malaysians, all of us!) right to peacefully assemble.

It would be great to see some new faces there la. SOGO’s so accessible via public transport, you can take the KTM to Bank Negara and walk from there. As my friend was commenting to me, the NGO scene in Malaysiais waaaaaay too small, everyone knows everyone else. As I am very new still, I only know a few people here and there, but am so looking forward to knowing more 🙂

Whee! Imma gonna be part of the Purple Parade!


Ok firstly I know this is damn old news lah. BUT SOME PEOPLE CAN BE SUCH IDIOTS IN THE CINEMAS.

Last night I went to watch Beowulf with my brother in Pyramid (my dad very kindly offered me his ticket while he went to his office to do his reports). It was pretty good as far as plots go, a bit overdetermined but the CGI was pretty dang fantastic. What surprised me though, was no censorship of bare CGI bottoms (Beowulf has a thing for being buff—literally, but then again this was in olden times before sex and sexuality became so overrated) and Angelina Jolie’s CGI tits.

Perhaps that explained the presence of so many young men in the audience, I could almost feel the stiffening (ahem, pun intended) of the crowd as they realised that, ohmyGod, she is naked (!). There were the obligatory nudges and jostling among the people in front of me, giggles, and whispers. There was even a group of young men up front who were whispering really loudly throughout the movie. I felt like throwing the bucket of popcorn seeds at them. Needless to say I was plenty relieved when they left before the end.

Like, get over it la, half the population has tits. And everybody has an ass and bares it a few times a day. What’s the big deal?

Another gripe was the fact that even though there were the usual public service messages reminding people to put their phones in silent, this blatant message still managed to slip through the think numb skulls of at least five people in the audience. One even had the audacity to answer his phone!

The movie was also rated PG-13 for violent scenes. Yes, I know it’s freaking animated, but still! I found some of it pretty gory too, especially with the ripping-bodies-in-two and impaling. This guy brought his four-or-five year old daughter into the cinema, sitting next to my brother, and she was whimpering and whining throughout the movie.

Listen, punk, if you don’t care that your daughter is scared or can stand the scenes of violence, at least give some consideration to the other people in the cinema with you who may not find her so cute while she talks throughout the movie, ok? I love kids at the best of times, but you have to remember that there’s a time and place for everyone/everything.

I was remarking to my brother too, during the advent of adverts in the beginning when a PSA came on reminding pedestrians to stop when the lights are red and walk when it’s green, that my God, we need people to tell us something as basic as this? We should be ashamed.

Then when the phones went off, people chatted and the poor little girl whined, I see why we need reminders for the most basic things.


November 27, 2007

corporate/sleazyguy fuckwittage

Posted in Bah!, Ranty Pants at 10:00 pm by meldee

I’m going to rant today. I feel very ranty.

Doing corporate work/editing can be the shites at times. Especially when one’s boss happens to be an acquaintance (who has little or no respect for your time, hence, shows up late) who has a reputation for being NATO—that’s No Action, Talk Only, to the uninitiated.

At times I seriously want to say ‘screw you‘ to this corporate codswallop, but then again I think of my loans, my expensive lifestyle (not really, actually, but this sounds more dramatic, sooo….) and by George I have to swallow my pride and slave on because I need the money.

It’s just seriously so annoying when you have no fixed deadline, constantly changing job scope, inconsistent promises of contracts/payment and have NO CLUE as to what you’re doing.


I suppose I’m not the first, nor will I be the last to bitch and moan and gripe about corporate fuckwittage, but I really admire those who put up with it and take it so well (but then again, money talks, bullshit walks, le sigh).  Give me tips please on how to grin and bear it?


I don’t get why some guys still hit on, or pretend to ‘want to be friendly’ with someone who’s already attached. These are the sleazy guys on Facebook or Friendster who message going, “Hey, (insert compliment), want to be friends?”

Pardon my stuck-uppity-ness but I have an inbuilt radar for such instances, and many other girls have it too—dude, we can so tell when you’re trying to honestly be friends or trying to hit on us! No need to get all defensive and shit too, saying we’re being ‘perasan‘ or vain, because honestly we just know.

Especially when you get emo and send message after message about how we’re being snobbish. Honestly, why does it matter so much if we don’t want to be friends, isn’t that our prerogative? Yeah so we could be snobs or bitches, but as far as I’m concerned I’d like to be discerning in the formation of my friendships. If I feel threatened or uncomfortable in any way, why put myself in that situation?

Urgh I just find people (guys and girls alike) like these so…gaaah I shan’t even dignify that with a comment.