just minishorts.

It seems like I keep bumping into people who just won't understand the meaning of personal space, and they frustrate me to no end. I know I should get used to this, I ought to understand that we're all surrounded by the like, people who in essence, actually do mean good, do have good intentions, and yet get lost in their fervour to force us to abide by their versions of truths.

People who will not welcome 'no' as an answer.

Remember Mr Nice Guy who fell for Miss Girl Next Door? Oh it was a sweet, sweet love, one that started from many many ages ago, something that he had kept inside his heart for a long long time… but never daring or wanting to tell her. But he kept doing good things for her, he kept bearing little gifts, making sure the tiny details were in place, the little things that did not seem to matter but actually mattered a great deal fell into their right positions, so that Miss Girl Next Door would have a great life that was envy-worthy.

But she never knew the Mr Nice Guy who was behind the whole picture, and so they grew up. She grew up. She met Mr Right one day, and it was amazing for her, like a fairy tale come true, but it wasn't like that, of course, for our star Mr Nice Guy. His heart was shattered into a million pieces, and he suddenly realized, 'I've been quiet for far too long, and I will get her back.'

Was his intentions bad? Not really. He wanted the best for Miss Girl Next Door, HIS version of 'the best', the comforts that what he knew he could provide for her… and he spoke up. He pursued. He started a courtship, like a machine with a one-tracked mind, he did what he could, at first. He bought flowers, chocolates, offered to help her with the burst pipe in the toilet. She was appreciative, but she did not fall for him yet. She already had Mr Right, and he was the apple of her eye. There was nothing she wanted change, though, Mr Right was REALLY a Mr Right… nothing wrong with him actually, except for that fact that Mr Nice Guy did not like Mr Right very much.

To the dismay of Mr Nice Guy, now that his Plan A did not work, he wanted to come out in the open, to tell Miss Girl Next Door about the truth. And it will hurt, but I must do it. She deserves nothing less. I only want the best for her.

He became a possessive nut, eager to do anything, just so that he could have Miss Girl Next Door for himself. He didn't really want to marry Miss GND, all he wanted was for her to be separated for her Mr Right, just so long as she was single, he could continue to shower all his attention on her, and he could have a right to her life, to give her what he deemed was the best. Like a man on a mission, he dug up evidence that could point Mr Right as Mr Not-So-Right, but it wasn't so easy, Mr Right was genuinely a good person… but he dug, and he dug, and finally, he found one tiny piece of problem that could potentially bring Miss Girl Next Door to her senses.

He found out, after digging up the archives of Mr Right's life, that Mr Right had a long lost brother who had been a vicious murderer and rapist, that this cousin of Mr Right's was currently serving a life-sentence in jail for the terrible things he did in his life.

'He's a brother of a rapist, Miss GND. He's a cousin of a rapist! You don't want to be connected to the rapist, do you? Your Mr Right has a cousin who killed people and raped women.'

Miss GND was more than annoyed. Suddenly, Mr Nice Guy was no longer so nice anymore. He just wouldn't get off her back, and now he's trying to tear her life apart by implicating her very own Mr Right in something that would not affect either one of their lifes?

'What is wrong with you?'
'I just want the best for you. I don't want you to date and marry a man whose brother is a rapist and murderer.'
'It's his half brother, and they have never met each other in their entire lives. It does not affect me. I'm perfectly happy.'
'His brother will get out of jail and rape you one day.'
'He's serving a life sentence.'
'You think you will be happy, but you do not know. I know you will be happier if Mr Right is out of your life. You should think about your future. You must look beyond temporary happiness.'
'No. I think YOU will be happiest if Mr Right is out of my life. I will be devastated. Now get out.'

Sometimes, I think Mr Nice Guys to stick to being Nice only. Everyone is entitled to personal choices. The freedom to choose is the very root of where happiness begins. If Miss GND wants her Mr Right, I think she deserves him. As much as Mr Nice Guy is entitled to fight for the love of his life, he also should respect her choices, even if her choice isn't him.

I really want to be a part of this, but I want to be my own person while being in a partnership.

But some things have to be made clear.

Other people should UNDERSTAND that no matter how good the intentions, they have NO RIGHT to come and provide their piece of mind and force us to abide by their rules of life.

At the end of the day, we are a partnership, and it should stay that way.

I pray you will remember this the next time a conflict like this arises again.

I will not allow anyone, to come into my life to teach me how I should treat my Jesus Christ and my God. My relationship with him is PERSONAL, and has nothing to do with anybody. How I choose to worship him how I choose meditate in his Good Works, is between ME AND GOD, and no one has that right to tell me how it should be like.

Eh what was it that we're going to do this year for the Merdeka celebrations again?

Last year we did the 'Kempen Berbelog Merdeka'.

You know everytime i type 'belog' i keep having to scroll back to delete it cos I keep typing 'belon' instead.

This year should we do an 'I am Malaysian' meme?
Or maybe everyone write a simple 'wish-list' of what we all wish for this country…
Or maybe we have a mini 'Pesta Puisi Kemerdekaan' online?

Crack some minds here. What do you think?

Ah lian mode.

This morning hoh, I woke up at 5.30 in the morning lah, because I had to pick up the boyfriend so that we could get to the gym together (today he no car 'cos he put in the workshop for paint job). So hoh, I drove there with all my bags and all, arrived at his house around 6.05. Then he took over and we drove to the gym lor… I did 20 minutes on the treadmill and then did some weights then I went to mandi. Then after that I realized, sei-fo forgot to bring working shoes… but because today I am wearing baju kurung hoh, I cannot pair the dress with running sneakers. Then I remember, lucky me I always keep a pair of shoes in the car. So I went to the boot and found my pair of shoes which had been lying in the boot for many many months (never touch). And then I put it on and I thought everything is okay already, life can go on.

I came to office and then I felt, 'Why so weird one why my soles like sandy sandy sticky sticky what's wrong with these shoes?'

So I took out my feet and then….

OMG stupid shoes are disintegrating on me.

I SPENT LIKE 15 minutes in my boss's office (his room got personal cubicle with hot water shower) trying to wash out the yucky yucky sticky bits that are stuck to my soles and feet! STILL CANNOT WASH OFF OKAY? Lucky office got another pair of ugly slippers, so now I'm shuffling around my floor in a baju kurung dress with ugly rubber slippers… how mis-matched can you get??

I'm waiting for April to pick me up so that we could get to the nearest shoe shop to get me-self a new pair of slip-ons.

BUT I JUST HAD TO RANT LOR… WHY IS IT SO MA-FAN TO BE WOMAN ONE???!!!

It's 7.30 pm right now, I can here the Maghrib prayers from where I am sitting right now, at the office.

It's almost 'merdeka', just in a few minutes I hope.

*HOPING THAT THE BOSS DOESN'T CALL ME IN FOR A NEXT MEETING.*

I think its funny how in some industries, Merdeka means more work for the workers.

It's just two more weeks two more weeks plus another year to our 50th anniversary.

(I got sidetracked up there! Argh… well it's 'cos starting this National Day, we'll all be working towards Malaysia's 50th Anniversary and the word Golden Jubilee keeps ringing in my head due to work…). Mohon maaf semua.

You know how it is for most people, hitting 50 years means you've arrived at several milestones. Like having been in existence for 50-earth years, and being through thick and thin so many times that you feel like you're qualified to call yourself an experienced old guy.

Sometimes you want to celebrate, but you're also brought back to earth with the undesirable realities. Being 50 also means you're less agile, and not so healthy anymore, that you need to take extra care with the food you take. It also means that having been on earth for such a long time has lend you the fortune of getting many friends, and an equally dismal number of enemies.

For some people, you can count the friends on one hand, but you don't know who your enemies are.

It's a difficult time, being 50. So many things to celebrate, yet so many things to be wary of.

If you have children, it really depends on their ages. Most people who're around 50 have kids in their adolescent years. So it's a terribly difficult time. I remember when my parents were around 50, I was arguing with them all the time about the inappropriate curfews that I had to deal with. We used to shout over the silliest things, like why I should be allowed to go out with my friends until late, and why staying over at Ms Popular's house was an important way to gain entry into the 'Youth Circle's High Society'. Not-withstanding that, sometimes I felt that my 50-year old parents had pretty anal requirements. They wanted As and Distinctions in my examination results slips all the time.

Well… everyone has his/her own misgivings. Being 50 years old doesn't mean you're seasoned to perfection you know? It doesn't mean that being 50 means you're serba boleh in everything.

Most people have many many many more years to look forward to after the age of 50. Many more things to pick up, many more opportunities to fall down and learn from mistakes, many more celebrations to look forward to, if the successes are achieved as planned.

OK. It's late. It's time to go home.