I have been blogging offline since I haven't been in the office and yes I still have no internet at home. Shocking, I know but I think I am getting used to it an internetless home now.
De Ja Vu
Lately I keep having de je vu conversations with men who say they are not sexist after they say things like…
It is always easier for women.
That’s not true.
OK Maybe it is true to a certain extent. Like they say women get away with anything and everything or when they say women can easily sleep their way to the top. This is true but sleeping your way to the top can be damn hard work too. It ain’t easy. And is it fair to blame the woman for being a bitch for sleeping their way to the top when it is the men who create that kind of demand. Men can try sleeping their way to the top too.
Actually I am not so sure what is right or wrong anymore.
I couldn’t help feeling negative towards this guy who has been sleeping around. It is just normal to label a guy who has been sleeping around as Bad. Then a remark by a friend made me rethink. ‘Sleeping around is a mutual thing. A guy who sleeps around doesn’t mean that he is Bad. It is just a way of fulfilling needs. Why do you always blame the men? What about women who sleeps around?’
Fuck, I don’t know what I believe in anymore.
My friend made an illustration, once upon a time there was this man who is the absolute jerk and there was this gorgeous sexy bitch. The jerk got more crap from everyone than the bitch. Why?’
And I can’t believe I actually said ‘Obviously because she is a girl.’
Fuck, I hate it when men trap me into admitting the truth that I hate to admit.
You don’t sound like a Malaysian.
I can’t believe someone actually said that to me. I have been here for almost 4 years but I have not picked up any British accent. But am I actually slowly losing my Malaysian accent?
Did you go to an American school?
Seriously…this is getting too much! Perhaps finally I am speaking some proper English (although it’s the American version not the real Queen’s English). But I love my quirky Malaysian accent. Am I really slowly losing it?
I reckon I am not really losing it totally. People who I am comfy with will probably still find me saying things like ‘Don’t worry lah. Its alright lah.’ I said this to a guy in the office the other day and I was so shocked by myself.
Maybe I am not losing it after all, just conditioned to speaking proper English so that people can actually understand what I am talking about. And if I do speak in Malaysian accent to you means I am truly comfy with you.
Oh and my cousin brother just said that I sound British on the phone.
I think I am just a bit confuse about how to speak English.
I Can Spell
‘You spelled the company name wrong…’ said the taxi driver in a very deep Pakistani accent.
‘Oh.. really. Just bring me to that address. It is on H street.’
‘You spelled the company name wrong…’ he repeated like a million times in 15 minutes.
He dropped me off in the rain in front of the wrong factory on L Street. I told him that it was not the right place and he had the cheek to repeat again that I spelled the company name wrong. I tried to explain to him again that it was not the right place but he just asked me to pay up. Fucking Piece of Shit! It was raining and I was in the middle of God knows where. Fucking bastard!
I asked a kind lady for directions and we ended up bitching about fucking horrible rude cab drivers.
I walked and walked in the rain with the lady’s directions.
So I called up the client who kindly picked me up. I felt awful cause I was already 10 mins late for the scheduled meeting.
I was in a complete mess. Drenched, cold, exhausted, and the day haven’t even started yet!
After the meeting, I spent the day at the warehouse counting car doors and bonnets of Jaguars, Aston Martin, Bentley…
I was absolutely knackered by the time I finish counting 100 tags of God knows how many thousand items of metals.
Really proud of myself. I did it all on my own.
I can actually count.
And I can spell too.
I lost my keys! I know I spend 5 minutes every single day looking for my keys but I actually lost it yesterday. So fucking pissed and stressed looking for it the whole morning yesterday. It was the first time since a long long time that I actually was on the verge of tears. Then something really funny happened.... I heard my neighbours. I have never met them even though I have been staying in the apartment for almost 3 months now. Seriously. And yesterday was the historic moment when I finally heard from them.
I heard them having sex! No I am gonna rephrase. I heard them having Hot Sex. Its probably hot sex cause it was so loud. It was so funny that I forgot that I was going to cry.
God bless my neighboours.