Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
I have just posted about “To Abuse or Be Abused” for which I am deadly against beings making other beings suffer the life they don’t deserve. I just finished watching Slumdog Millionaire which gave me lumps in my throat about further unknown human abuses in this samsara. Often we could just gasped and stare helplessly for fear of being victimized as well. We live in an environment where terror could strike any minute, anywhere!
Since our kiddo days, we were read about the Fairy Tales of make believes to thrill our imaginations or rather being fooled by nonsensical stuffs that prompted me to fly like Peter Pan or got bashed by my own brother to remake Tom & Jerry. I always ended up with bruises which are sweet memories today.
Never in my wildest dream that someday I would really meet up with Cinderella of yellow skins. Perhaps the Disney’s Cinderella never suffered as much as this one. A gal who was born into a humble family which made a living by brewing coffee and snack meals by the makeshift stall over a huge drain in a remote town. The parents toiled from wee hours daily till dusks to serve the long stream of gluttons and families who enjoyed cheapest meals of noodles, coffee & teas along with traditional toasted bread & kaya.
Since birth, poor Cinderella was subject to physical and verbal abuses for being an unfavoured girl after 2 sons. Her greatest assets high wisdom senses and clairvoyance abilities prompted her to enhance her level of tolerance, endurance and better Buddhism faiths after reading sutra chapters since the tender age of 7.
Daily routine was to wake up before sunrise, to help toil in the stall to serve hot cuppas and food at the height that stood barely 3 feet tall which resulted in constant spill of drinks on table as she could not see the table tops. Cinderella was rained with slaps, knives and canes used from any nearest wood planks or iron pipes in the presence of horrified morning patrons. The bitch matriarch knows no kindness but greed and abusive vocabs. Along with the injuries, there were moments of being dumped at cemeteries, faraway lands and tossed over monsoon drains. The nimble fingered Cinderella still exhaustedly walked her way for miles to reach home for the further shelters. No friend or relatives could bring the matriarch to her sense for fear of being cursed with charms as well.
The bitch matriarch forbade Cinderella to revise any school work at home except to work at the stall and clear piles of housework. Her 2 elder siblings being of better genders enjoyed the childhood lives of any other boy kids in the neighbourhood. They took pity on their little mei mei but there was nothing they could do.
When the whole village was asleep nightly, Cinderella would pitch her tent on her bed using blankets and revised her school books with the help of tiny flicking candles, besides scribbling frantically to finish her homework’s fast for fear that the matriarch would be awakened. With the given barest facilities and support, Cinderella grew up into a truly brilliant student scoring straight As to earn the government scholarship to enroll into University Malaya to study Bio Medicine. Her parents were neither pleased nor proud, so she left home to further her studies at her own accord. It was the happiest moment for Cinderella to leave the clutches of daily abuses at home to see the bright lights of our capital city.
Armed with just a small red Kanchil car, she could sleep inside for 2 long months at any parking lots or side kerbs often fearing for serial rapists or muggers. With little money and no friends in the city, she should be declared winner of the Aussie’s Survival Tests for living out like that. During the day she would take her baths at the public toilets inside the Cheras Leisure Mall, by using the small pipes. No bathing was allowed but she would quickly shower through the sprinklers when there was no other users. Goddamnit, I could never do that and would rather swim in the Klang River for my bath! 2 miserable months passed and Demon Darren apologized with humble invitation to invite Cinderella back to her old nutshell. It was a remorse period for him which lasted for weeks only. Just like Old Habits Die Hard fan, he was back to his gambling ways and womanizing tru victimizing surplus one night stands.
One near fatal night, the Demon mounted a quarrel with the fragile Cinderella and landed blows on her shoulder blades which grounded her on the floor crippled & dislocated. He threw her out and locked in between the wooden door and grill door like a caged slave. Cinderella was fortunate to hold her mobile and promptly connected to her white Prince’s mobile, sobbing hysterically in great pain pleading for mercy and help. He wasted no time and left office on his white horse which ran across the woods to locate his Cinderella.
She was rescued out at past midnight and taken to his safest sanctuary of happiness. Cinderella was being nursed and healed back to her feet with confidence & robust health within months.
After a whirlwind romance, Cinderella got married to the White Prince in a 5 Star ballroom atop the Equatorial Hills with all the closest guests and friends who showed up supportively to rejoice the marriage celebrations. The famous guests dined and wined with music playing for them to waltz till morning. The fathers of the CM & Carat Club’s owner crooned his songs of diamonds to the applause of the crowds.
After many honeymoons across the seas, Cinderella is back to her studies at University Malaya and OUM to pursue her studies for Bachelor of Science and Clinical HypnoTherapy. Working fulltime during the daytime at the same place as Lau Niang without the LN’s knowing, this could send Bibik reeling with shock! I salute this Cinderella for her great passion in studies and teaching and wish her all the best to live happily ever after. Come tomorrow night, Cinderella will chance the honour to meet Anton over a pot of steaming nectar meal.
This is the true life story of my Cinderella tales.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Case 1 : My friend's poor son was being slapped by the maid for being mischievous and noisy! Oh kids are kids and the maid went to jail & slapped with a fine for many incidents of child abuse. Take note, some maids love to pinch the legs of small kids and they look like the child having small knocks or fall. Many maids were known to play with the boy's genitals too, like Mattel toys coz 1 nephew told his mummy to play his genitals during his bath. He was told his wee-wee was an underwater monster! Need to whack and pull the urchin sometimes.
Case 2: One boss told me that his friend tipped the maid RM5 and she would scrub and clean him thoroughly during his weekly bath when the missus went to work! For more services, they adjourned to the master bed, only to be caught red handed when the wife rushed back home from KLIA to bring her passport which she had forgotten.
Case 3: My Tai Koo's maid was extremely kind to both the employers at home and promptly made hot cuppa of Kopi-O for them, without their request yet they obliged to drink to give her face. Later my rich aunt would always give her cash upon many requests, only to wake up to her senses that the Kopi-O had been laced with charms. A clairvoyant confirmed the Indon maid added charms into the coffee to make them obedient! At night they slept obediently at 8:00pm nightly, only to discover that the maid would lock herself inside the room with giggles and moans nightly.
Case 4: My cousin who has a young daughter and set of identical baby twins being placed under the care of 2 Indon maids at home while he flies frequently overseas. The wife was a PA to a listed company's CEO, hence she was hardly at home too. Everything at home was great, in order and the kid & 2 crawling twins were well pampered and cared for.
Well, all maids are just humans too and have desires, tantrums and emo like any bloggers we know. Some maids are naturally retarded, so are some bloggers too. We just need to control all situations and not allow the situation to control us!
If we pay peanuts, we get monkeys, so the saying goes. In Hong Kong, you can see the well heeled paying the Filipinas higher wages, so the maids who are mostly graduates could perform their domestic duties professionally at home including teaching the kids to speak beautiful English!
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
I hate it SO MUCH coz every year it has been same rush rush routine and Malaysians have been blamed for having this blardy habot of last minutes. SO what? I like to dilly dally till pressure mounts up. What is wrong with us guys? The coffin's lid would be shut at 12 midnight sharp and yet you could still see a stream of mourners rushing up the steps to drop their paper lies.
The police were everywhere as it there were gold bars and this orange man was still at the counter shaking his kondek turban in confusing state. His name is obviously Confused Singh!
I swear again once more that next year I will submit my forms early! Can someone teach me how to do it faster? Better still how not to pay any cukai? Some friends never submitted and they are still safe!