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anucia elizabeth :: my evolutionary life

Thursday, June 30, 2005

Top 10 words that will spoil my weekends..

Top 10 words/phrases I don't want to hear the minute I clock out on Friday:

10.Kindly be advised
9.As per our earlier conversation
8.SOP
7.IOP
6.Carrier
5.Consignee
4.Vendor
3.Cargo
2.Vessel
1.SYSTEM

I hate SYSTEMS.
People are the idiots they are today because of systems!

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

A Night To Remember

Waikiki redeemed itself alright!
Bala was fantastic, the crowd was good (lotsa Klang macha's ;)), the DJ spinned good music, we had the dough (pay day!)
It was a perfect combination for an unfogettable night.
I did something very naughty,naughty…Sempoernas…
The moment I lit up, Maya turned to Mai Yin and exclaimed,"Did you think you'd ever see this day?"

Ahh…I honestly don’t think smoking is addictive, the reason I went on is coz THEY MADE ME!
Mai Yin was raving about the supposed sweet taste, and there wasn't anything else that was sweet there (ahem..) so I thought…hmmm,Let's give them something to talk about…

Still in the "But I'm Just A Student!" mindset (keep forgetting that I have my own namecard now :)), we stopped by this Chinese restaurant in PJ to get our pre-clubbing booze.
Who else but yours truly had to do the dirty work; Mai Yin couldn’t be caught dead there because she dines there with her family practically every other week. Maya,well..is Maya.
So I walk in and tell the freshly-permed-haired Chinese lady at the counter,"Aunty, kasi 3 botol Carlsberg…besar punya". As I walked (ran) out of the restaurant, I swear to God all eyes within 10 feet were on me. I kept telling myself a zilion times,"Nevermind Anucia, no big deal..so what if an Indian girl buys three BIG bottles of beer? You don't know anyone here anyway."

Just a split second after I heaved a sigh of relief that the dirty deed's done, we realised that we had no bottle opener.None of us wanted to be singing 'All I Want For Christmas' this year, so Mai Yin was forced to do the next dirty deed. This time, 7 -11 was our victim. Maya refused to go ask the guy,"I can't go in wei. He's Punjabi. What kind of impression would I give?"

7-11 Punjabi Guy :Good evening.
Mai Yin :Good evening (with a big fat grin, I imagine)
7-11 Punjabi Guy :Can I help you with anything?
Mai Yin :Actually, yes. I'm sure you have a bottle opener,right? (Here's where she opens the plastic bag,enough to let him peek at the contents)
7-11 Punjabi Guy :(Smiling) Yes, we do.
Mai Yin :Do you think you can open these for me?
7-11 Punjabi Guy :(Grins) Anything for you.
(After his services)
7-11 Punjabi Guy :So, are all these for you? (concealing his amazement)
Mai Yin :Nah, there're pigs in the car.(hhmmpphh!)
7-11 Punjabi Guy :Hmm…..friday night party, huh?
Mai Yin :Hehehe…yeah…(concealing her embarassment)
7-11 Punjabi Guy :Well, here you go..party hard!
Mai Yin :Thanks a lot!

Maya and I burst into laughter watching her walk out of the store, carefully balancing the three big bottles.
"So…any problems?" I asked, when she slowly eased back into the car.
"Nah…" she replied, and then related the whole conversation to us as we gulped down the beer.
Maya knowingly uttered,"He's Punjabi. He understands."
Ha ha.

Thanks to Maya, we spent the rest of the night warding off men (of the wrong kind) The kinds who would never get the time of our days. Actually some weren't that bad la…but picking up guys from clubs is not our thing.

A friend who was there that night told me that I almost lost my cool with this guy who kept putting his arms around me and asking if I was okay, after telling him twice that I fine. I have no recollection of this, whatsoever.

Nonetheless, it was an awesome night. I've never had so much fun since Penang.
The after effect of Sempoernas and alcohol is out of this world. Anyone who would have ignited the wrath of my fury the next day would have probably seen a side of me even I don't know existed.

That night I was asked again if I were a lesby. Do I look like one? Man..
People always mistake our girlish closeness as lesbo foreplay.

Monday, June 27, 2005

When I Was....

When I was…

1-My parents ditched me to fly to Australia for their honeymoon and Shasha was made.

2-Can't remember nuts.

3-Shasha was born.

4-Can't remember nuts.

5-Played Barbie in Happy Kindergarten.

6-Phillip was born. Shasha threw my Hawaiian Barbie away. Promised myself to hate her for the rest of my life.

7-First day at school and my greatest possesion was a house-shaped water container. Was elected Ketua Darjah and I'm pretty sure it was because of my size.

8-Already formed a clique. All of us sported the white prefect's uniform, and skipped duties in favour of playing with our imaginary pixie/fairy friends by the Far Away Tree along the stream in school.

9-Officially assumed the Big Sister role when Shasha begun her primary education. That girl sure had some issues.

10-Nothing changed since I was 8.Except that I had my first crush…he was 15. Scandalous, indeed. Oh, and we had another addition to the family, Pat.

11-A big brouhaha ensued upon my dad's announcement that we were to move to Klang. I didn't speak to him for weeks, sulked and vowed to hate everything about Klang.

12-Formed an all girl band -Five Stars- that performed in almost every school event. I'm convinced that our selling point was the uniformed top with micro minis in different colours. Timmy Thomas would have died inside listening to us.

13-Convent. All girls….needed some serious getting used to.

14-Had a major crush on my tuition teacher's son.Hareen, Sumi and I drove our Art teacher mad! Classmates threw me a surprise birthday party.

15-I morphed into a nerd. Ironically, I also had my first slow dance;Bon Jovi's Always at my surprise birthday party.Sent to the principal's office for copying(providing answers,I still believe!) during the Gerak Gempur exams.

16-Wasn't a sweet sixteen. I got screwed over by my dimwit brother and my dad got hold of my diary.

17-My social life revolved around the tuition centres I attended. The year I 'ponteng class' the most., and watched more movies this year than my whole life put together.

18-Added the 'teacher' title to my name.Hated my F6 Chemistry teacher.

19-Enter Jo the dalmation-labby.Loved the hated Chemistry teacher. Became a nerd again (yeah, li'm a last minute baby!) Exit Jo the dalmation-labby.

20-Ended my teaching career. Threw a hissy fit upon receiving an offer letter from USM. Chemistry??For the love of God!!! Hated everything about Penang.

21-Looking back, this was when I fell in love with Penang, but was always in denial about it..met my present good friends. There was a period of non stop boogeying. Was 'enchanted' with a 'possibly straight,possibly not straight' guy, till I found out he wasn't. The joke is I turned him into what he was/is. Had a surprise birthday dinner at Roadhouse Grill, Penang.

22-Another surprise party. You must be wondering after all those previous surprises,could I could still be surprised, right?:) I was. Ended a 6 year relationship.
In some long winded way,met some very nice people, which eventually led to my very first Karaoke experience. Church and choir was pretty much the centre of my social life. Endless supper nights/dinner do's (that I could not refuse) that lasted till the wee hours of morning. Experienced a mind numbing chronic relapse mid Sept.

23-Learnt life's biggest, most important lesson: Everyone wears a mask. And I know sh*t about human masquerades. Oh yeah, and getting married early is an 'in' thing.

Friday, June 24, 2005

Our Circus Masters, Leading the Country to 2020..

Sothi's suspended and the reasoning isn't convincing enough.
And what does his boss do? Keep mum.
Come on, this is his chance to salvage whatever's left of his pride. But does he do it? No…
Instead he goes and agrees that no one within the government should criticise their own policies and decisions. What a load of horsecrap.

As the All Thota Bhoopathy song goes…"Samy, enna samy?"

Sothi had a valid point and his suspension was based on a very petty issue. That's what the Dewan Rakyat is for isn't it? To voice your concerns.

Back to the standing issue.
How do you de-recognize a course unless they've changed their syllabus? The reason it was recognized in the first place tells you that the structure and content of Crimea's medical program is suited and in a way tailored for our future home doctors. And then suddenly it becomes otherwise?

Who are we kidding here?
Just because we're too lazy to address the root of the problem and rectify it, we become trigger happy and punish even the good students.

I'm not saying that all these students will definitely become world class doctors, no they wont. That’s because I know of students from the arts stream and did horrifyingly in their SPM, who are there pursuing the Indian dream. And it's a scary future to look forward to.

I'll tell you what's happening, the sad truth. Someone is not doing their job. Or someone is overdoing their job, whichever way you wanna look at it.

Here's the deal. All students going there would have to be approved by the government.
Based on their results? That's the question that needs to be answered.

It bloody well should be based on their results, not who knows who or for whatever else deciding factors.
It's starkingly obvious that the local government itself is the entry/exit point.

About that incompetent student I mentioned earlier, isn't it crystal clear who's to blame now?

Then we have the good students. Say one not-so-well-off ambituous kid with 2A's and 2B's for STPM, applied for medicine, but was offered Food Science instead (yes, it happens). What is he to do?
Appeal, you say. Doesn't work unless you know Someone. Notice the capital S? Yes, that someone has to be Godly.Or else, you can go on appealing to deaf ears and have your appeal passed around they way they do in the Poison Box game.
The only other thing he can do to realise his ambition is to look for more affordable options. And that'll be Russia and Ukraine.
How does the derecognition work for him now?

This country is experiencing a shortage of doctors,and we do not have enough reasonable-costing institutions to cater to the nation's health needs.
Then we go and allocate RM51.5 million on landscaping.

Don't put me under the ISA when I join the rest of the world and laugh at Malaysia after I'm done feeling angry that our taxpayer's money is thrown into the shredder.

True that Russia and Ukraine is swamped with Indians. That's because it's embedded in them that being a medical profesional is every Indian's calling.
It's not.
But people will go on wanting what they don't deserve, and thet's why we need a good system of control.
I want to be rich, but I can't go rob a bank now, can I?

With our 'leader' still in place, that tells you a lot about the Indian community, doesn't it?
To expect that to change, well…it'll take eons.
So, my suggestion is, work on what we can. Strengthen the entry/exit point with good values and morals.
Grant only the truly deserving and passionate ones with the healing touch.

That's that.

Moving on to the whole PTPTN mumbo jumbo. A professional circus is what it is.
PTPTN is broke and they borrowed RM2m from the EPF (our money again).
Now they're deciding to only give loans to students enrolled in critical courses.
My batch was the last to have our semester fees directly paid to the university and the balance banked into our accounts. Now, students have to pay the fees themselves after the full amount is in their accounts.

Isn't this a stupid thing to do?

PTPTN is already having a hard time tracing their defaulters.
What if a student doesn't pay his fees? Maybe he decides to be the 'anak mithali' and give the money to his family instead, or splurge on a mobile phone?
Now the university has to chase those who don't pay on time as well.
The old system worked just fine.

The other joke is that the Education Ministry is planning on setting up 2 governmental loan dispersing institutions.
Why?
They should just take over PTPTN since they have the funds.
The birth of those institutions will spell the same problems over and over until we have people with at least a quarter of a brain sitting upstairs.

We're run by fools. That's the hard truth.
Put me up there, and I'll work wonders for you.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Blogging from work..

Last weekend did not go as planned.

Remember I mentioned that the possibility of something really embarassing happening is possible to definite?
Well, guess who brought it upon the clan? Yes, yours truly.
Fell gracefully (if I'm allowed to add) on one knee right in front of The Pharmacy in Bangsar. Thank goodness I was too tipsy to feel an ounce of shame or pain.
I kept apologising to my cousins for humiliating them though. Cam had to hold my hand all the way to the mamak where they forced me into having Nasi Lemak. Poor guy, his 'harga saham' took a plunge with us holding hands.

But then again, he potrayed the gay image the whole night anyway, being the only guy in the company of 5 chicks...so I'll lift the burden of guilt off myself.

I didn't plan on going anywhere near the dancefloor that night, but they played Tempted To Touch. Now, not shaking ya bootay to that tune and Turn Me On should be illegal.
I managed to drag Amy to the dancefloor, but I would have gone and danced with myself anyway if no one wanted to dance with me.
I see you cringe in horror.
Then on Saturday, instead of 'boiling porridge' in Borders, I found myself voluntarily stuck in a booth along my way to the Monorail Station and KL Central. The booth selling indian garments kept me totally captivated for a good hour, after which it was too late to go to Times as I was supposed to meet Maya for a movie in Mid Valley.
Oh, well, there's always next week.

Just when I thought save some money with my dad being in Sibu on Father's Day, he calls me on Thursday saying,"Get the room ready, I'm coming on Saturday". Damn.
I was too lazy to put my brain to work to think of what to get him, so I did what most lazy people do.Got him a card.

It was a pretty cool card, I must say. The cover printed "I love you,dad. I truly appreciate you, You're the best, Happy Father's Day!".
And inside read,"No, I'm not drunk, and no I don't want to borrow money".
How very appropriate :)
But Appa wasnt amused. I guess he thinks that the day I stop asking him for money, would probably be the day Mr. Samy is ousted. Ha ha.

The party's at Waikiki tomorrow night.
I hope it redeems itself after giving me the ultimate BORING clubbing experience the last time I was there.
Gotta make plans to bunk at Sha's place since my dad is around. Dont want him thinking that I'm a night wanderer, lest he makes me reimburse him for the downpayment of the car.
Everyone's saying they're staying over at someone's place...I'm crossing my fingers, hoping we don't get screwed.

I'm bloody mad with Sothi's suspension. Will talk about that soon!

Friday, June 17, 2005

Friday...yeay!!

I dont know which is more uncomfortable, wearing corsets or having periods. I can honestly physically feel the destruction of my uterus lining.The curse of being a woman!
That aside,I'm looking forward to tonight. The whole (okay,save for Dheebs) big Malaimauv gang of legal age will be out tonight, the biggest ever gathering since my grandmother's birthday some years ago.Coming from this family, the tendency of doing something really embarassing is possible to definite...

Come what may, I'm gonna finish the He's Just Not That Into You book tomorrow. So if you can't find or get through to me, I probably have my nose buried, snuggled into that comfy Starbucks couch.I'll be attending my first choir practice after 5 years in OLL. Not sure what to anticipate, but I'm certain the youngsters would probably think I'm gonna try to cramp their style. Yes, I'm that influential!
I'm looking forward to July.Believe it or not, I'll be doing Barathanatyam. It's something I've always wanted to do, and now I'm gonna. I asked my mom how come she never sent me for classes. "Your father didn't want you to go around dancing infront of people", she replied.I wonder what he'd say if he saw me clubbing.

Organ classes also start then, and I'll be playing for church again. Gonna resume teaching as well..there goes my weekends!But I'm not complaining. I need the extra cash to cover the monthly payments for the car.And anyway, I'm still young...this is the time to slog.This is the same excuse I give my mom when she asks me about my love life...

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Weird, but true..

It just struck me a couple of weeks ago that my family (mom's side precisely) has a 'unique' (read:weird) system of referrals to certain branches of our family tree.

Because the members of 2 generations before mine is somewhat extensive (we all know what heavy breeders our fore folk were), we identify them by location.

For instance, one of my grandma's sis was from a place called Galing in Kuantan, another in Trong. So we called them Galing Pati (pati as in grandmother in Tamil) and Trong Pati respectively.
Then there's Seremban Tata from Seremban. All together now: No Shit!

Damansara Pati, (this is the happening grandma :)) is still known as BB Aunty (BB for Batang Berjuntai) by my mom's generation. That's because she used to live there when they were younger. But she's been living in Damansara since the time I've known her, so sometimes listening to the oldies talk,I have remind myself over and over that they are the same persons.

Interesting, eh?
Only since of late have I begun to appreciate my dad's effort in coming up with a computerised, alphabetically sorted, phone directory which is neatly filed in a clear holder next to the telephone unit at home.
Any editing of names, addresses and phone numbers will be done to the Excel Spreadsheet and reprinted. Aaah, the marvels of technology!

Nowadays, whenever I'm asked bymy grandmother to search for an entry, I secretly curse at her little notebook, scribbled all over in no particular order with half the population's illegible handwriting. Really frustrating!
It'll be a good idea to get my dad to digest her notebook and produce a directory for her as well. Then again, he might throw the idea back at me on the pretext of working on my Microsoft incompetencies....

Friday, June 10, 2005

Revelations

I hate it when I get proven wrong.
Especially in human relationships, in my judgements of others, in my expectancies of roles that certain people play in my life, in the 'beneficial doubts', so to speak, that I so easily hand to 'friends' when I assumed some 'character ammendments' a couple of years back. Big good that did!
I'm learning to accept the mistakes I made, and not dwell too much into it.

I don't know why I keep making excuses for the insincere ones, the selfish ones, despite all the warning signs, despite all the words of wisdom from the always-there-for-you ones, however harsh they were.
At the end of it, after all that holding out, desperately wanting to show off that I had valid reasons for my stand points, I get mud thrown at my face.
Though they never say it, I know deep down there's the hidden I-told-you-so sigh....
I realised that I have picked what I wanted to believe and what I wanted to block.

I've always believed that a friend would do however much he can to be there for you. At least I know I would. But I learnt too late that even if he's in front of you, he may not be there for you. It's all at their convenience.
Painful, yes. And I'm hurting so.
Like everything else though, I know this too will pass.
Somewhere in this world, a mother is losing her child, a husband is cheating on his wife, a mother is abusing the ones she's trusted to protect. So what is my grief in comparison, I ask?
Not that great, but it comes down to one thing. Respect for the human heart.

I have to start listening to those I never wanted to. And heed that I need to look out for myself a bit more, coz this world is a selfish one. People say a lot of things, but when it's time to live up to it, they take a/- raincheck(s).
It's always easier to do that, and then come up with a good reason for it later, isn't it? Especially when there are still naive idiots like me in this screwed up world....

Respect for the human heart also means guarding your own, not just treating others' right. So I guess I'm gonna be on guard and look out for a while. If that means being not so trusting, being doubtful of spoken words, wanting to see someone prove his worthiness before I open my doors, I might just.

A Weekend Re-capped

HELLOOOOO!!!
I've been needing to blog for so long...
Work has been trying, it's not that bad actually, it's just that I hate not being in control of a situation. And being kinda 'not so enlightened' and new to what I do is beginning to get to me.

Whats work like?
Well, I start at 8.30am....till about 7. Highlight of the mornings are lunch breaks, and highlight of the after-noons are check out times. That's not natural for someone who's just started work, and had 2 days of MC in between at that! It's not that bad la, actually, just that I have a presentation at the end of this month for the vendors of a new BIG client....that's what's worrying me. But nevermind, I'm sure I'll charm the socks off them!

Maya told me about this bookstore at Times-waste-of-space-Square called Borders. They have a Starbucks in the bookstore itself and you could bring anything you wanted into the coffee house, sit there the whole day (buy some coffee,please! even the 'i'm only a student' excuse wont work here) and read, read, read!
So Saturday found us at Borders. We didn't drive, we took the KTM and the monorail instead. I got on the train at Klang, and she was waiting to get on the same train at Shah Alam. I gave her a missed call when the train was nearing her station, and she jumped on obediently. The thing was, we were at both ends of the train, heading to KL Central. The strong mama in me couldn't force the doors that link the separate coaches internally, so guess what I did?
Jumped off the train at every stop and ran into the next coach, and the next, and the next, till I reached her end..by which we were only 2 stops away from KL Central.

At Borders, we slumped into Starbucks' soft leather couches and were soon transported into our authors' worlds.
Maya handed me 'He's Just Not That Into You' by Greg and Liz, authors of Sex And The City.."I've dealt with my demons, now its your turn," she said.

Insightful, that was what the book was! I learnt quite a bit though I only completed ONE chapter. Liz said everything I would have said, and Greg...well Greg was a faceless Dr Phil. But a lot nicer.
Here are some of what I was taught about the male species.

1. They'd rather lose an arm out of a city bus than to tell you that they're not into you.

2. Men would like women to believe that they're complex beings, when in actual fact, they're not. What you see is what you get!

3. If a guy is into you, he would never turn down the 'Wanna come up?' offer. Not even if he were the Prime Minister and had to be in the office at 4am the next morning!

4.Something is seriously wrong once you start making excuses for a guy. Or start trying to figure him out. If a (sane guy) likes you, you'd know. And if he's not sane, why would you wanna be with him anyway?

5.You would know if a dude digs you. He'll let it be known. Even the most expressionless ones.

6.When it comes to relationships, men are supposed to do the work while we women sit on the sidelines.Men want it that way.

I've summed up chapter one! Get your hands on that book if you can. Visit Borders, coz paying RM42.90 for it is not cool.
Later we caught American Chai at the International Screens, Mid Valley. Wasn't bad at all, I saw a bit of my family on big screen.He he.

I meet my Uni mates (actually, all of them were my seniors, except for Yvonne) on Sunday, and watched The Interpreter. Jon introduced me to the Molten Chocolate Cake at Chili's...Orgasmic!
It was good to see Justin, Jon, Yvonne after so long again. Trust Justin to make me hold my sides in fits of laughter. We met Shaz and his sister and mom at 1-Utama.

The plan is to MAKE SURE we meet up at least once a month. The next meeting will be in Klang (natural choice!) over Bah Kut Teh and Seafood ( I know...we're just asking for system complications!) in July. Justin was appointed the organiser, though there were much groans about his reliability. Everyone's happy with their work and lives, and I felt this weird sense of pride. Aaahh...I can't explain it, so I shan't bother.

I had a real good weekend, despite the disappointments that came in the way during the week.