Cramping my style

God made us have pain receptors for our apparent own good. It tells us if water is boiling hot to prevent us from scalding ourselves. It keeps us from burning our fingers by playing with fire. Our receptors are what make us pass out if the pain is too great to bear. Pain is God's way of saying "That's not good for you, don't do it again".

So why is there an associated pain with a woman's menstrual cycle? Isn't reproduction supposed to be a natural cycle of life and death? What is God trying to warn us - "Caution : Release of fluid out of the body"? If you follow this train of thought, then why is it that men don't experience any pain when they have wet dreams? Sort of the same concept (expulsion of fluid from the body and is part of the reproductive process) and yet, is arguably more pleasurable for the male than for the female of the species.

Why is this so? Have we gotten the raw end of the deal? Not only do we have to deal with this bloody encounter, we also have to carry additional weight around for 9 months (at the very least) and suffer through the process of bringing a child into the world through an opening that's supposed to suddenly be incredibly elastic. Then we have to go through the exercise of breast feeding (which I hear is incredibly painful when the baby starts teething).

So why is it that men don't have to suffer any of this? Where has God written that the bearer of pain be the woman? I swear if I ever find the source of this, I'll definitely bring out my liquid paper and change it to be the man.

But right now, all I can do is whine about it and bring out more chocolate to try and soothe my pain. *sigh* Thank God we have stash of Easter chocolate...now, let's start with the bunny's ears...



I was going to do a post on "Fast Food and Its Ramifications" (see Izso, this is when you push for a post!) but thought this video was much more interesting:
I couldn't believe what I saw - have a look. It's pretty amazing what an 84-year old person can do if the will is there. Heck, anyone should be able to do it if the will is there.
Now let me go pick my jaw off the floor and re-think if I should continue with my train of thought on food...


2nd skin

Men have it easy. There are only so many types of t-shirts, shirts, shorts, pants and briefs that they have to worry about. Not to mention shoes and other accessories. Easy. I could probably dress hubby with my eyes shut - all his clothes match each other and even if they didn't, he wouldn't mind.

Women, on the other hand, have it hard. Shirts, blouses, tops, sweaters, cardigans, vests, pullovers, t-shirts...and I haven't even described any other items of clothing! But the hardest bit of clothing (I reckon anyway) is finding the perfect bra - one that doesn't dig in, loses its elasticity, has straps that can be easily adjusted, scoops up your rolls of love handles and puts it all into a cup that allows for some womenly curves to peek out seductively.

I've been looking for the perfect bra for so long...and now, I think I've found it. Just a bit of unsolicited advertising but wearing the perfect bra is like having second skin on.

I happened to be window shopping online and thought I'd try a new lingerie label. There were the cutest littl' pale pink boycut panties on sale that I fell in love with and decided to purchase. The panties came and were so comfy that soon after, I went down to Myers to look for the brand.

Low and behold, there was an entire section of Elle Macpherson Intimates underwear. So I went to try on the bras and found it to fit much more comfortably than the bras I buy back home! I was pleasantly surprised because I figured that the 'ang moh' body was different to the Asian body.

So now, I don't have to wait for my annual trek back to Malaysia to buy underwear - I can get it all here and save that littl' baggage space for work shoes...or shirts...or blouses...or skirts....or pants...or dresses...or shorts...


I am Malaysian...

Today, I went to renew my passport. Besides the wait for my number to be called, everything went smoothly. Besides the 3 month wait for my passport, everything else lacked the Malaysian inefficiency seen at government offices in KL. I was suitably impressed.

Then I asked a question about the election this Saturday.

"So how do I go about voting this Saturday?"
"You'll have to go to the place to vote."
"The place?"
"Yeah - in Malaysia."
"You mean there's no other way for me to vote here?"
"Only if your a goverment servant or a student sponsored to study here by the government."

Now, my blood begins to boil.
1) If we're going to have a fair election, why am I, a Malaysian overseas, being excluded from having the ability to vote?
2) If we have the facilities for government servants or students sponsored by the government to vote, then why are we not able to use these same facilities for all Malaysians overseas?

But then I began speaking to other Malaysians overseas...and some of the things that they said to me is so disheartening.
"What's the point of voting? You know you're not going to make an impact - you're only one person."
"My parents were government servants. They would rather 'burn' their vote than vote for who they want because they're afraid that they might trace the votes back and then 'habis' (gone)."
"The whole system is corrupt anyway so what's the point?"
"I'm not registered to vote."

I can't believe that our forefathers fought so hard for us to have the option of who we would like represent the people of Malaysia. We have the privilege to vote - whether or not the results may be skewed is another issue. But if we don't exercise our choice, then why bother having an election in the first place? Have we become so disillusioned with our government that we don't believe our vote will make a difference?

I want to vote - but I can't. I want to make a difference - but I can't. I am registered, and I have been allocated a stream for me to go and cast my vote - but I can't!

But if you're in Malaysia and you're reading this and you ARE registered to vote - make a difference. Be the voice for us who cannot have a say in this matter. Be prepared to take a small step forward, towards a better government and a better Malaysia. This is my challenge to you as a Malaysian. And I challenge you to challenge other Malaysians to do the same.

Do your bit and together, we will take the first steps towards a better Malaysia.