08/03/2006
The only way out….sex education
Disgustedly, I continue to observe the rise in number rape cases in the country. Worse yet, most of these rape cases are done by family members! I think it is sickening and my stomach churn and threaten to throw out remnants of last night’s dinner. Imagine the effort required to bring these girls back on track – back to believing that they can trust the people who are closest to them.
I try to make a very wild guess about why these girls are raped by their brothers and fathers, uncles and grandfathers even (Yikes!!!) and I conclude that there are many reasons but pornographic VCDs are one of the minor ones. The major problem with rape is lack of sex education.
In our culture, sex is like…taboo…it’s a reticent, mysterious, therefore, it transforms into something enigmatic and magnetic. Like they always say, the harder it is to get a woman, the more ‘intrigued’ a man will be. That’s why women play hard to get, right? It’s the same theory for sex. The less we talk about it, the more importance we place on it being a taboo subject, the more intrigued with it the young will be. The more nonchalant we are about it, the more relaxed kids or fascinated with it the kids will be – the lower the chance of them being drawn to rape their siblings or female relatives!
I don’t understand why Asians have this belief that parents do NOT talk to kids about sex. I mean, sex is a very natural thing – it happens to most of us and it happens in the animal kingdom. We reproduce kids through sex (with intervention of technology, there are other ways but it’s less conventional, wouldn’t you say?) and this should be discussed. Liberally tell them how they came about – they don’t come out from stones or boulders and the stork didn’t bring them. They didn’t suddenly appear or grow from a plant. Along with the discussion, we should also discuss the repercussions.
Back to point, rape. Most of these youngsters (even oldsters) blame porn VCDs or videos in court when charged with rape. Because their female relative is ‘convenient’, they become the victim of ‘convenience’. While pornographic material is a contributing factor as to why these men rape their own flesh and blood – it’s not the major factor. We keep ‘sex’ in such a veiled light that it sometimes becomes such a stupidly enormous mystery that they feel compelled to give in to their libido.
Sure, rape is rampant everywhere but the rise in the number of rape within the family in Malaysia is frighteningly alarming. The only way out is to educate those kids about sex, why, how and what. We should also let them in on the main purpose of sex and also IF they did it (which is not encouraged), what they should do to prevent dire results. And young girls should be taught how to prevent these things from happening to them, how to protect themselves and bring justice to those who did this despicable act to them.
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03/03/2006
The BRAIN works in mysterious ways
Ever heard of the saying “God works in mysterious ways”. Well, agree. But so does the brain? The gray matter, so it seems, works in ways sometimes we cannot understand at all. My cousin, Jamie (yes, it’s him again) emailed me this. Despite chasing after deadlines long gone, I decided that…what the heck, I need a break, anyway.
And it blew my mind! That’s why…don’t believe David Copperfield. If a simple ‘gif’ image can illustrate our ‘weak’ our mind is, then so can David Copperfield and the troops of masterminds behind each and every one of his tricks.
Check this one out. Click on picture to view large version
If your eyes follow the movement of the rotating pink dot, you will only see one color, pink.
However. if you stare at the black "+" in the center,
the moving dot turns to green.
Now, concentrate on the black "+" in the center of the picture.
After a short period, all the pink dots will slowly disappear, and you will only see a green dot rotating.
It's amazing how our brain works. There really is no green dot, and the pink ones really don't disappear. This should be proof enough, we don't always see what we think we see.
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01/03/2006
Survival is expensive!
The price of petrol goes up…once again! Accordingly, Malaysians enjoy quite cheap petrol prices compared to many developed countries. But still…as a citizen who is ENJOYING the slight advantage we have over other developed nation, it still hurts like mad to know that the price of petrol will be hitched up another notch and we’ll all have to prepare ourselves to pay more for….basically everything! From chicken to computer mouse, from hamster food to CDs. the cost of transporting goods will go up and the consumer bears the brunt of this very cruel joke.
But this is life….but I rather enjoyed the article in today’s The Star on the rising cost of living.
Global Cost of living statistics
Accordingly, Tokyo and Osaka are among the most expensive cities to live in; but the quality of their life is very high. I know we’re heading in that direction although we’re not as ‘cheap’ like Paraguay (which is the cheapest city in the world). I heard that ‘some’ Indonesians need only spend about RM1.00 (USD$0.25) a day to keep a family of four alive! Amazing, isn’t it? All they get to eat is vegetable of the second-rate variety together with rice provided by the government to poor families…and viola, four heads are fed.
And also my sponsored child who lives in Hotan, Xinjiang, China and his family survive on RM50 a month…which works out to be RM1.66 a day. But their lifestyle is unenviable. There’s also a friend of mine who prefers to take a bus to work (I don’t like this idea at all because I hate smelling other people’s armpits whenever they raise their arms to hold the banister screwed to the ceiling of the bus!! Eugh!) instead of driving. He owns a very nice car (not your conventional Malaysian car, ok?) and keeps it safely at home while he jumps into a ‘sardine can’ every morning to work?
But my friend’s decision is actually very sensible. Sitting over cappuccino, he worked out how much he actually saved by taking the bus. He also worked out the many benefits of waking up early to catch the earliest possible bus, walking to the bus stop, reading while waiting for the bus, and getting home dog-tired and sleeping early…and I am like….mmmm….that’s interesting. On the flipside of having to cramp one’s body into a moving sardine can, you get to live a healthier and cheaper lifestyle. I guess if you looked at it that way, it is KINDA great to take the bus to work, huh?
Back to point in contention…..a price rise like this that affects the overall cost of living in a developing country like Malaysia is inevitable. We can’t stay cheap forever and change is unavoidable. But who says we have to smile while ‘change’ comes bossing us around every now and then.
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17/02/2006
Irony hits man on the head
I was reading the papers today (which is rare because I think newspaper is a bearer of bad news) and read something that struck me as ironic. Remember the song ‘ironic’ by Alanais Morisette some eons ago? That song about how you find a fly in your Chardonay, rain on your wedding day, a man who was afraid to die die in his first plane ride…etc?
Well, today, a cancer patient died on his way to the hospital. It’s probably like God telling him, “Hey, here’s a gift from me to you. Die quickly instead of slowly”.
Cancer, as we know, is a very slow and cruel killer. If one was to die, one would rather it be quick and relatively painless. Well, for it to be completely painless would have to mean that you die when you’re already dead. Make sense? No? Too bad. But the thing is that if human beings had a choice between dying of cancer or dying in a car accident, I suppose many would rather die in a car accident. Choi Kor Lei Tai Kat Lai See (Cantonese Touch Wood)…I know.
But suppose this man had a chance to live? I wonder what the report would say after the checkup? Would the doctor say, “Mr. so-and-so, sorry but we made a really stupid mistake. There’s nothing wrong with you. The report we gave you belongs to someone else”.
But I guess we’ll never know now since he’s dead before he made it for the checkup. Ironic, eh?
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13/02/2006
What goes around comes around....
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.
There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.
"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did.
Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.
What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?
Sir Winston Churchill.
What goes around comes around.
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Sing like nobody's listening.
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06/02/2006
Things I recently learnt living on my own
Things I learnt after moving out of the safe confines of in-laws’ home and my own home.
1. When using plastic gloves to wash dishes, you lose the use of your touch (feel) faculty. Use eyes when washing dishes.
2. Dust is not only on your PC. Dust is EVERYWHERE.
3. Ants are hateful creatures. Worse than vultures! And worse yet, they are also very vengeful. Kill one hundred of their brothers (or sisters), a thousand of their kind will come raid your kitchen and dustbins. Thankfully, ants are not very smart creatures. They don’t know and can’t remember what a mortein (insect killer) can looks like.
4. It takes so painfully long to cook, and very short time to eat (spill, throw, stuff in fridge)
5. Each component in a cuisine (albeit dish) is delicately handcrafted by an art master. Read: Have to cut carrot, potato, onion, garlic, vegetable, and whateverelsethereisinthedumbdish each one individually one meh? Cannot cut all at one go?? Someone should design something like this.
6. There’s a very important reason why knives are made sharp – they CUT!!! Wash and use carefully.
7. Clothes don’t wash, dry, fold and return themselves to closet without human intervention
8. The toilet don’t flush, wash and clean itself. Keep soap at safe height.
9. One can actually get bored of canned food. (amazing discovery here. I thought we could actually feed the kids canned food until they are 18)
10. Food doesn’t grow in fridges and freezers.
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02/02/2006
Woe the holidays
I wonder if I am the only one on the planet that feels like holidays are…such a complete waste of time. Admittedly, I am one of those workaholics who cannot sit, stand, lie or squat still for a very long time. No, not a hyperactive person, but I do like being useful or doing something.
Therefore, holidays are always a bore to me. Strangely enough, when I was in school, I would end up going to school just to play or practice something. You know, in school, we always have this extra-curricular stuff going at one point or the other. And when I was working, I would end up spending more hours in the office during holidays than during the normal working days! Strange creature…me.
And it’s no different now that I am a mother and freelancer.
Having the kids home with me all the time is god-send. I mean, this is what I want – to have them with me and I have all the time in the world to spend with them, tickle them and play catch with them, enjoy their laughter and also to break up their fights. But heck, when in the world is the holiday going to end??!!! I have to get them out of my hair soon otherwise, I am never going to get any work done at all!
Sadly, even during the Chinese New Year, when just about every single Chinese in the world is taking a holiday or enjoying themselves, I am here, mulling over websites, articles and brochures!
Am I the only person in the world who doesn’t like holidays?
In fact, I spend so much more money during the holidays because I have to take the kids out all the time – they get bored pretty easily sitting at home, it seems. So, there we go strolling aimlessly around every shopping mall nearby and breaking every see saw and swing in every garden we find, stuffing our faces with pizzas, spaghettis, lasagnas and other out-of-the-budget food during the holidays is….well, something I can do without.
I can’t wait for school to start so that they can have their life back (they might disagree with me) and get off Astro Playhouse Disney and Cartoon Network and I can get some things done here. Otherwise, my clients are going to have my sorry behind for dinner!
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26/01/2006
Sleep Sleep Sleep
The extra couple of hours of sleep, it seems, may not be the best thing for your body, I’ve just discovered. Why am I interested in the topic of sleep?
1. I suspect that my kids lack sleep (Joshua’s dark under-eye circle and Jared’s constant yawning could have something to do with it
2. My inability to wake up in the morning in time to send my kids to school on time could ALSO have increased my interest in the topic of sleep.
It seems that Eskimos sometimes sleep for 14 hours a day. Lucky them, I get something like 5 or 6 hours of sleep a night…if I am lucky. Sometimes, I have endure a full day with 3 hours or no sleep at all per day! And like they say, while no sleep is no good for the body, the Eskimos may not be leading all-that-healthy a lifestyle either.
Everything done is excess is no good and without a smidgen of doubt, if you don’t get enough of something (vitamins, food, water or sleep) it’s also detrimental to the mind and the body. Therefore, it’s important for kids to get about 10 hours of sleep and adults 8 hours of sleep per day. But Napoleon said that a man needs 6 hours of sleep, a woman need 7 hours of sleep and a fool needs 8. So, you decide.
And the most amazing thing is that most of us think that we are getting enough sleep because we can function during work. but researches in the US takes on a different view. They seem to think that the reason why people tend to sleep longer hours during weekends or holidays is because they are sleep-deprived during the week day – which is logical, if you ask me. Therefore, you start yawning while driving, it’s your body telling you that you need to spend more time sleeping.
During Victorian times, people used to think that sleeping 8 hours = idleness and laziness. During those times, men sleep 6 hours and women tend to sleep about 15 or 30 minutes more than men. It’s an acceptable fact that women sleep a little bit longer than men although they, during those times, are required to do less work (yeah, like housework is not really work, right? Bah!)
And preschoolers? It’s funny that my kids still continue to take naps even when they’re already BOTH attending preschool. I’ve read somewhere that preschoolers typically need about 10 – 12 hours a night! My goodness, then I have been doing everything wrong! Joshua and Jared sleeps at about 12 midnight and then wakes up about 8 in the morning. Which works out to be 8 hours of sleep a night. No wonder they still need an afternoon nap. By Western standards, I am probably a terrible parent! But I do intend to turn this around. soon, I will be reducing their afternoon nap to nothing and getting them to bed about 10 so that they can wake up bright and smiley in the morning. In fact, experts think that we can replace afternoon naps with a little bit of quiet time or reading…and maybe just lying down on a mat, listening to music or watching a little bit of educational TV. Hhhhmmm….I’ll try to work this one in.
And that works for me too. People who’ve lived with me know that I have this problem going to sleep and waking up. The funny thing is that even if I had enough sleep for a night, I STILL have problems waking up in the morning. I give the saying ‘Sleeping Like A Log’ a brand new meaning. My mother-in-law, mother and grandmother used to say that I sleep like the DEAD.
But all this is about to change. I no longer have the maids and my mother-in-law thumping over my leg and face to wake me in the morning so that I can send the kids to school. I only have the alarm clock that I can’t hear (the clock is really loud, by the way) to wake me.
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21/01/2006
Male and Female
If girls, particularly teenagers, are allowed to idolize female singers or actresses, how come male are called FAGS and other unkind names when they tell others that they idolize a particular male singer or actor? Females can obsess over female idols and yet when males do it, they get the ‘eye’, you know what I mean?
I idolize female singers and actresses all the time, young or old alike and shamefully, I visit some forums on these actresses too – just to find out inside news about these people. Nosy Parker but I am not a lesbian. In fact, even if I WAS a lesbian, what in the world is wrong with that? Lots of people are like that and we should never be judged because of our sexual preference. I like Angelina Jolie, Michelle Yip, Maggie Cheung Man Yuk, Charmaine Seh, Charlize Theron….blah blah blah…does THAT make me a lesbian.
I think it’s wrong for people to think that it’s OK for girls/females to have idols and whenever a male have a male idol, they’re not straight. My husband used to ADORE George Michael (who happens to be gay, just a coincidence, I assure you) when he was young. He collected all CDs, posters and everything he could get his hands on and I personally don’t think that gay-ish. I think it’s called modeling after someone you admire. Admiring someone is always good and always natural.
And besides, I feel very strongly about people who have prejudicial thoughts against Gays and Lesbians. It’s not their fault that they are attracted to the same sex! They have no control over this. I can say this very frankly because I used to be very good friends with guys who are gays. In fact, I had a crush on one of them, he told me he was gay and then we became sort of bestfriends! Seriously. He confided in me his problems with the REST OF THE WORLD who considers him a queer (including his own parents) and treats him coldly and unkindly. I think it’s unfair.
I am strong believer of ‘personal choice’. in this case, whether a person likes the opposite sex or the same sex, it’s not our business to judge. It’s their inborn preference. And as mentioned, they don’t have any control over it. You cannot simply tell yourself to like the opposite sex and viola, you like the opposite sex? You don’t have a treatment for these kind of things. it’s inborn. It’s hormonal. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s God. I don’t mean to be disrespectful but hey, he’s our maker and he gives us whatever we have today. There must be a reason why he did the things he did, the way he did it, right?
And back to the point, males can have and should have male idols too. I mean, this is part and parcel of life and it’s natural. When I admire a male actor or singer, I think he’ll look good in my bed (AHEM!!! Cough, Cough!). If I admire a female singer or actress, I like her and wish that I can be like her (or whatever she projects to the rest of the world), I respect her and thinks she rocks.
Plain and simple. So, if this rule applies to the females, why not males?
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08/01/2006
Messy? Where got??
I am a mess. No, not mess as in mess but messy as in messy. Ppphhhttt, as if THAT made sense but I loathe the idea of calling myself messy so I will settle for calling myself ‘organized in a messy way’.
There.
Since I am going to be moving out to my own place next week (my grandmother found the PERFECT lucky date to move, so, there’s really no escaping. Unless I like the feeling of having a knife in my rear end planted there by well-meaning elderly people in my family – BOTH sides), I thought I’d write a little about housework, mundane and pain-in-the-butt chores like picking up your own clothes, doing your own laundry, sweeping your own floor, mopping the damn floor, wiping and dusting tabletops and computer tops and TVs and….see, I get even get TIRED writing about it. Plus, I have this sinus problem that makes it impossible for me to sweep or dust anything without popping a few blood vessels in my nostrils.
I’ve used my sinus problem as an excuse quite successfully over this lifetime but I guess I will no longer have a choice when I move out without my maid in tow.
Yeah, I have a maid but we’re leaving the maid with my mother-in-law since I am younger, more energetic and supposedly more able than her. Sometimes I question this logic. She may be older but if you look at my mother-in-law, you’ll see that apart from creaking knees, she moves without much effort around the house. In fact, she runs faster than me! But since all the families congregate in my mother-in-law’s place (my current residence) everyday, it would make sense to leave the maid here instead of having to get another maid and contend with another full-blown ‘How can this maid be so dense not to understand what ‘’o-oi’ and ‘mum-mum’ mean?’ problem. They don’t teach maids our baby-language (which they should, by the way) as in mum-mum means eat, shee-shee means pee, mm-mm means big business in toilet, o-oi means sleep…etc.
I think housework is a stupid chore. Why can’t we live in organized clutter? I mean, isn’t it OK if we all know where things are and where the broom, the mouse, the speaker phone, the handphone charger and the fork and spoons are? Isn’t that enough already? Do we have to live in hotel-like environment in order to function? Isn’t it enough that we have clean clothes to wear, half-decent shoes to put over our feet, and a home that does not smell like the insides of an ashtray? If not, then let's all move to Hyatt Saujana or something.
I mean, let’s look at it this way…you wipe, mop, sweet, vacuum…and whatever else it is that you do to a home….tonight, you go to sleep in a this sterile environment feeling extremely proud of yourself and then you wake up in the morning and there’s dust everywhere. DUST, DUST, DUST!! It’s frustrating because you’ve worked so hard to keep the place clean and then all you get is a night sleep without enjoying the cleanliness at all! Why bother?
My table is the messiest place in any place that I live or work. In the bank I used to work, I heard the receptionist say to my client when he came to visit me, “There, see the table with four piles of files stacked up on the front of the table? That’s Marsha’s table” You can’t see me coming in from the door because the files form a sort of protective wall from public eye. Eh, I like it this way, ok? But my office mates laugh at me and my boss asked me if I had enough space to write anything when I pile everything on top of my table and I say, “Sure”. But in the end, they got me a special second table where I pile MORE files on top of it. The extra table did not help me clear the original table but instead, I built a longer wall of files!
It is ironic that when I was living with my parents, I shared a bedroom with my sister. Now, she’s someone who is totally opposite of me! I couldn’t care less and she cares about everything - sad to say, she’s my YOUNGER sister. I make a mess, she cleans up. She puts her toiletries in organized compartments, mine can be found under the toilet bowl. She organizes her perfumes and lotions in sections, mine can be found dumped inside my underwear drawer. In fact, she’s so meticulous that she used to iron my school uniform when we were in school!! She complained but my mom has given up asking me to do the task because I was never home, anyway.
Now that I am married, my HUSBAND has taken over the role. He is the kind of person who WANTS and NEEDS to stay in a hotel-like home and don’t want to lift a finger to do anything! Therefore, in my personal, opinion, he should just take his ass to Indonesia and find himself a bride there! Harumph! Accordingly, many Indonesian women know how to clean a home (any home) with their eyes closed.
And as I was saying, housework is tedious and mindless. Why do housework when you know that everything is going to be messed up again – especially if you have kids? You put their toys back into their organized toy boxes with special labels, and the next minute they are everywhere again. Why bother folding the blankets and comforters when you know they’re going to be used again tonight? Why bother mopping when you know one of the kids are going to spill their VITAGENS on the floor again?
But even if my own personal space is cluttered, I have to keep the rest of the place clean and as organized as I possibly can. In other words, I will clean every other spaces that affects others. When it comes to my own space, leave it alone! I like the organized mess that I am living in right now.
Written in jest, of course. Sometimes, I DO wish someone would clean my mess up for me......any takers?
House cleaning tips
House-cleaning schedule (there’s a SCHEDULE??)
Springcleaning
Getting organized
Cleaning up after pets (Urgh!)
Marsha
www.marshamaung.com
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02/01/2006
Oh, Mother!!
Excerpt article taken from crimelibrary.com
For entire article, click here
Monstrous Mothers
"We're still blaming mothers." - Joyce Flint, Dahmer's mother
It all seems to begin or end with Mother. Henry Lee Lucas launched his murderous career by killing his mom; Ed Kemper ended his by killing his mom. Even the Shakespearian multiple murderer Hamlet had an unnatural obsession with his mother's sexuality. "Serial murderers are frequently found to have unusual or unnatural relationships with their mothers," notes Steven Egger in his book The Killers Among Us. In our culture, the imposing image of "Mother" looms large in our collective psyches, and some writers easily accept that these killers are lashing out at maternal tyranny. If these murderers are still dominated by Mother (Hitchcock's Norman Bates is the archetype), then it is easy to dismiss them as "mama's boys" who never fully matured. Perhaps we find comfort in this cliche -- the mother is a readymade excuse, particularly in our contemporary era of obsessive parenting. Yet, as we look at some of the techniques of the serial killers' mothers, we are inclined to see a deadly link between the womb and the tomb.
Marsha’s take
I have to admit that I agree with the above observation and is keen to conclude that mothers (as opposed to fathers) play a foundational and defining role in the life and growth of a child. Most criminals cite disparity or discouragement from their mothers which grew into hatred or abnormal behavior.
Which scares me…..
There’s so much pressure to perform as a mother that sometimes you don’t know what to do anymore. Should we, mothers, be strict or lenient? If we are strict, we might over-pressure them. If we are too lenient, we might spoil them or raise an overconfident child. (Murderous monsters are sometimes OVERconfident). Should we punish them or let things slide? If we punish them, they might become vengeful or hateful. If we let things slide, they might think that it’s easy to get away with…no pun intended…murder.
The role of a mother
I’ve often said that the role of the mother is a nurturer, caretaker, love-giver, wound-kisser, bubble-blower and cheerleader. There are many other types of roles that a mother has to take on too in real life, but in my eyes, these are the most important roles that a mother has to take on. And they are BIG roles.
Sometimes I sit back and think about the punishments that I’ve meted out on my own children and wonder if I’ve SPOILT the whole thing. I desperately want to raise a good child, a loving, caring, confident, law-abiding, successful child…but the pressure is to high and hot all the time.
What about the role of a dad?
The role of the dad
The conventional role of a father is to be the breadwinner. He is often described as a distant figure that the children don’t know very well. He surfs the TV, sits around watching TV or reading the papers after dinner while mother clamors around cleaning up and basically doing everything at the whim and fancy of father and children. The father sometimes drinks, goes in and out of the house as he likes. The father is also sometimes described as abusive and strict people who talks and listens very little in the house.
Although this picture is not entirely correct in this modern age and era, I find that in Asian households, this picture, while may not be 100% accurate, hits quite close to the mark. The father, despite their minor role in the familial setting, affects the child’s performance in school, hobbies, happiness, interests, and ability to love others unconditionally.
Therefore, if the father DID play a larger role in the lives of their children, the children stand a better chance of being successful and building strong and long-lasting relationships with others.
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27/12/2005
What makes someone a criminal?
Why are they able to bathe themselves in human blood without remorse, without fear, without anxiety? And when caught, what makes them such good liars and perfect-looking people?
I’ve always been a fan of discovery channel and will defy all odds to watch their crime-related and forensic scientific programs. The very fascination with the programs is in wanting to know what goes on in their minds. And as a mother, I want to know what I can do now to prevent (hopefully) the same thing from happening to my boys. I want to know what goes on ‘in there’ so that I will know what to do when confronted (touch wood!) with one.
The making of the criminal: Pauline Parker and Juliet Hulme
After reading through so many criminal stories and watching so many of these programs, I’ve decided (not based on some scientific research or anything, I am much TOO LAZY and too BUSY researching stuff for other people who pays me) that the making of a criminal is based on their genes, upbringing, relationships with others (especially their immediate family members) and mostly, their level of security and confidence in themselves.
You’ll see that criminals are often people who belong to either the lower-income group of families or people who lack closeness with their family members. For example, the very famous and infamous ‘killer teenage couple’, Pauline Parker and Juliet Hulme. One of the things that were so intriguing about their case is that they are ALMOST normal apart from their moms’ behaviors and style of raising their daughters and of course, they both had medical problems that often landed them in hospitals. And the fact that they both belong to different social classes (at that time: 50s, social class is very important) is even more intriguing. Juliet Hulme belongs to a rich and quite successful (to the public) family while Pauline Parker belonged to the lower income family who survived on minimal resources.
But despite their differences in social status, they were both ‘ignored’ or ‘not close’ to their immediate family members. Their parents were busy with their own lives and one or the other had extramarital affairs. For Pauline, it might be easy to see why she became a criminal, but how did Juliet Hulme end up as one as well?
Though Juliet belonged to an aristocratic family, she was often sent far away from her family members. And since she didn’t really have anyone she could consistently count on, she turned to her friends. She didn’t have many close friends except for when Pauline came along. Together, they shared a very vivid and private world. Some thought they were more than friends (as in lesbians) but I think, Pauline and Juliet were seeking refuge in their friendship. one thinks the exact same thing at the exact same time.
Could the parents have prevented the murder of one of the parents (as in Pauline’s mother)? Yes, they could have! Because the parents often threatened the girls with separation, they had no other choice. They had only one another. No parents to speak of, in their minds, and they would rather kill one another or kill the parents who threatened if they were to be separated.
They yearned for each others’ friendship and relied heavily on each others’ support of each other. When their parents couldn’t be there, couldn’t understand, couldn’t see or refused to be there for them, they had each other.
As they each went through depressive period of their lives, they couldn’t see the separation. And if they were to be separated, they would rather die.
These teenage girls could have been saved
In my personal opinion, Pauline Parker and especially Juliet Hulme did not have to end up in jail. They did not have to be branded criminals for the rest of their lives. as far as many of us today are concerned, they are normal teenagers going through the very same problems we, teenagers, go through every day.
And yet….by twist of fate, they are branded criminals….killers….murderers….for the rest of their lives. Because their parents didn’t pay enough attention to the signs of distress whenever their children showed them. Because they didn’t answer when the kids called. Because no one was there for them (except for the co-criminals) when they were depressed, sad, or needed answers.
No one told them that they could expand their knowledge and imagine in another way. Today, Pauline Parker has disappeared after coming out of jail. In the meantime, the should-have-been-saved Juliet Hulme. Today, Juliet Hulme is Anne Perry and has been writing many mystery novels in her home in England. For many years, she refused to give interviews regarding her infamous role in the Parker-Hulme murder but in 1994, she finally said OK. In the interview, she said that her role in the murder was more to do with her sense of loyalty to Pauline. Pauline delivered the first blow to her own mother (Honora Parker) and seeing that the first blow was already delivered, it’s not possible to turn back. And since she did discuss this with Pauline right from the start, it would be disloyal to back out and leave Pauline in the blank…all alone.
It’s just not possible.
So far, Pauline is still at large and it seems that she’s not keen to be interviewed and does not want her past to be dug out. Carrying the huge baggage of brutally murdering her own mother is already bad enough – but not for the rest of her life! As far as anyone can tell, Pauline Parker has turned into a devoted Roman Catholic and lives life as each day is given to her.
Doesn’t it make you wonder….if only things were different?
Marsha
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20/12/2005
Maids are human too
It’s something that I often read in the papers….inhumane acts of abusing others. Be it wife, child, maid or dog, nobody who lives and breathe should be subjected to undue hurt, force, injury or pain unnecessarily without justifiable cause. If I had it my way, even plants should be spared.
Because of this soft spot of mine, I hate to go to the wet market. That’s where this Indian buy sits atop the back of a truck pulling a small but sharp knife through the throat of chickens and then dumping them into a huge container. The chickens cluck and flap around in there helplessly, banging against the lid that covers the container. Left to bleed to death. I asked my mother-in-law once why don’t they just CHOP the whole head off at one go without torturing the poor chickens in there! She gave me an answer but I felt so faint about the whole scene that I never heard or maybe I heard it but didn’t accept it…therefore, can’t remember the reason.
After the chickens are dead, the people will yank the already-dead-ones out and pluck out their feathers roughly, yanking bunch by bunch while blood (still warm, I am assuming) continue to flow down the ‘killer’s arms, legs, apron, boots and knife. I remember hoping that the chicken was also dead…if not comatose! The scene was so gory and it makes me feel queasy just talking (or writing) about it.
Maids are human too
But we (the human race) don’t only treat animals this way. We sometimes, a lot of times, treat fellow human beings in the same inhumane and cruel manner. For instance, maids. Maids are considered inferior to us normal people. In society, maids are often a little bit higher up the social ladder than stray dogs. Even pet dogs are more precious than maids!
Which is, in my eyes, ludicrous! Hogwash!
There’s a recent new addition of maid to this household and because of my ability to sit down in the wet kitchen (there’s a dry kitchen further up front) with them during dinner time for a short chat, they tell me stuff. And like the previous maid, she told me that the Malaysian maid agency here did unimaginably cruel things to all the maids there.
They:-
- Kick and punch the maids every single day, whether they did something wrong or not
- They are stripped (yes, clothes) from head to toe and then photos are taken of them (This is absolutely unacceptable!!)
- They are given one meal a day (if they are lucky). Other times, they are given a huge tub of water and asked to drink the whole tub to prevent hunger.
- Their personal belongings like home phone number, addresses, personal items like gold, fashion accessories, memoirs of home (like photos and letters) are taken away and dumped into the thrash.
- They are left with nothing but a couple of shirts, a short pant, no extra underwear (I can’t believe this one either!!!) and absolutely no personal belonging whatsoever.
But my angry-side wakes up and fights it – what the heck!!?? No underwear? For the whole friggin’ 2 years? If the maid brings along Indonesian money, the agency takes it….and do what with it? And no food? Aw….come on!!!
These actions are no longer noble or professional. They are inhumane and absolutely unacceptable….not even by ants-standards.
Don’t you agree?
Marsha
www.marshamaung.com
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12/12/2005
Living in fear
My husband and his family members have been staying here, the house that we’re currently residing in, for decades! Decades! And when they bought the house, this place is a budding city with promises of being one of the most developed areas in our State. True enough, it has become so.
This area (I shall name it MyCity) is now one of the best place to raise a family and at every corner, there’s either a supermarket or a convenience store. There’s a popular mall here that people from every other places in Kuala Lumpur come to and sometimes, it might even seem as though the world is here. It’s a torture, sometimes, but I am proud to be a part of MyCity and have decided that this is where I want to raise my kids. This is going to be my city, my home town. I love it.
A place that used to be the perfect place to raise a family, in the past decade, has turned into Living Hell! In front of my house, there’s a settlement or kampong whereby lots of foreign workers or illegal workers come to set up their base. Their little kampong houses are sometimes even bigger than ours because they get their materials cheap, no need to pay licenses and labor…they build their own, don’t they? Anyway, as the years go on, I have seen how they have progressed from building single story, one-room wooden houses to the now three-storey brick houses with ‘hostels’ on the ground floor.
Illegals who come here without visa or permit will come to this little kampong and get a place to stay in the ‘hostels’ because the owner of the house likes helping his own kind. I understand that but this makes our place very dangerous to stay in.
There are illegals walking around in front of our houses all the time. Over the past 7 years I have been staying here, we’ve lost countless items. I have lost 5 pairs of shoes to illegals who climb over our gates and take our brand new shoes. Oh, they’re smart enough to leave the old ones behind. My kids have lost 3 pairs of shoes…Joshua – 2 and Jared – 1. My husband lost 2 pairs and I can’t remember the pairs of shoes others have lost – my father-in-law, mother-in-law and brother-in-law. One time, we caught an illegal (his wife waiting outside) taking out ladder from our yard! My maid screamed and he ran! But we know how he looks like now.
And then we’ve lost a bicycle. Since we have an automatic gate, I applaud them because it couldn’t have been easy to haul a bicycle (an old one with those silly-looking handlebars and a basket to boot) up the gate and pass it on to the other person outside the gate. We’ve lost a light bulb too, only recently. In its place, we found an old pajama which the robber must have used to turn the light bulb with because of the rain. Or maybe they decided to strip in the middle of the robbery, who knows what they’re thinking. Maybe stealing is kinky!!??
Oh, and we’ve lost tools like hammers and stuff and my husband got his car stolen about one and a half years ago too! My husband spent the one whole month of carlessness swearing. The inconvenience.
When my husband and his siblings were young, this house was broken into. My brother-in-law was awakened and pushed into my sister-in-law’s room and thank goodness my sister-in-law acted quickly. She had a large, huge (it’s MASSIVE I am telling you) baseball bat (not even a baseball bat because it’s too huge) that she used to knock the lights out of the intruder. He ran screaming…and my father-in-law (I think) ran screaming after him. But he was one of those ‘orang minyak’ (men who put oil all over their bodies so that they are not so easily caught) so, we didn’t catch the guy. I think there was an accomplice. Can’t be too sure.
And my neighbor moved away some time back, about a year ago, because there was an intruder who scared the living daylights out of her. The husband was at home with the kids and the wife just came home. She opened the gate and walked into the house with her handbag. A man came in from behind her, used a helmet to knock her right in front of her door and tried to pull the handbag away from her. She hung on and screamed. Her husband who was in the living room sprung into action and they fled on a motorbike.
And then there was this one time my mother-in-law took the kids out to the field (padang) nearby and she was carrying Jared. We had two bicycles, she was on one of them, carrying Jared (I think) and another maid was with her carrying two other kids. She was merely chatting up with her long-time friend when someone on a motorbike yanked her gold chain from behind giving her a nasty burn on her neck. They took the chain and left a befuddled and terrified mother-in-law, maid, neighbor and kids trudging home fearfully.
I love MyCity but the location of MyHouse has become impossible. Just yesterday, we found out that my husband found out that someone went into his car (we leave it unlock sometimes when the car is parked inside the house compound) and took his touch-n-go and SmartTag! That’s a couple of hundred dollars worth of toll fees in there and the cost of the cards and the tag?? In total, I think that’s already RM320 gone….just like that!
It’s just the thought of people coming into the house compound so easily, helping themselves to the stuff we have out on the compound makes me sick to my stomach. Everytime I want to open the gate, I am scared.
Thank goodness we’re going to be moving to a new place soon.
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07/12/2005
Oh, you’re good for nothing
I don’t believe in good for nothing.
I was walking down the aisle of a large supermarket when I heard a mother hissing to her crying child, “Good for nothing! Nothing! You better stop this now or I will leave you with the police man”. Not that I am angel when it comes to being a parent to my kids. Sometimes, I falter too and I will yell and shout and throw a massive, scary temper and my kids would cower in fright thinking that their mom was going crazy. Hey, I am human, amn’t I?
But I would never call my kids stupid or good for nothing.
For one thing, I sincerely believe that education is important – but it’s not everything. We, as parents, have to carry this grave responsibility of providing our children with education. Not only do we have to fund it, we have to ensure that they learn whatever they can learn from the education system so that they can benefit from it later on in life.
Knowledge is a funnel.
A funnel whereby information can flow into and train a mind to think and react in a certain knowledgeable way. It’s important.
But frankly, I don’t think it’s everything.
Listening to their cues
What’s more important to us, parents, is the listening skill, not directing or bossing skill. We need to learn how to take cues from our kids, open up gates and doors and let them explore and watch them. Watch how they are taking in the vast opportunities that are being presented to them. Do they like it? Are they interested? Is this their calling? Is this their gift? This is what goes through my mind whenever I introduce something new to my kids. We, parents, should not try to force something…ANYTHING…on to our kids.
As much as I hate being forced to do something (I quit the banking world for a reason, didn’t I?), I won’t force my kids to do something that they don’t like. Of course, there are things that they HAVE to do (like homework, cleaning up, showering, good manners…etc), I also have to bear the responsibility of ensuring that they are well disciplined and yet free to explore the world. But in other respects non-related to their safety and general well-being, force is not my style.
Even the worst kid in school can do well
I believe we all know of geniuses who have made it far beyond our human comprehension. People who we, today, claim as geniuses were called ‘buffoons’ in their early days. Let’s take Albert Einstein as an example. His teacher thought he was a complete loser and yet today, the world think and knows FOR A FACT that he is and was a genius. Even in death, he made a difference not only in his own life…but to the rest of the world too.
While we should not expect our child to be Einstein or paint like Da Vinci, we should always be on a lookout for their gift.
The gift…everyone has one
Everyone has a gift, God is fair. One person may fare well in math while the other did terribly. But if you look close enough, you’ll see that the second child who can’t count for nuts can paint like no one else! No one is born without a gift, which is what I believe. Some people have multiple gifts and are multi-talented in nature but no one in this world is without one.
Parents should set out to find out the gift of their child. It could be anything! ANYTHING! Like Don who loves cleaning out closets and is meticulous in arranging stuff – he’s a good accountant today. Like Gina who loves to play in the playground instead of doing her homework – she’s one of the most popular kids’ football team coaches in her country today. And Simon who was so weak in math that his mother almost told him to leave the house and never come back – he’s a professor in Philosophy today.
Think about it
No one is good for nothing. Even trees or worms are good for something. Trees give us oxygen and some serve as food. Worms digs holes in the ground and helps trees grow. Even bacteria are good at something. Bacteria can actually benefit our health. What about mud? Think mud pack? Everything is good for something….why not your child? Your job, as a parent, is to find that ‘good’, find that talent.
And perhaps, maybe it’s got nothing to do with education.
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28/11/2005
Yes!!!! I made it!!!
I made it!!! Can you believe it???
Nanowrimo winner icon
I, myself, can't believe I went this far. Only a few days ago, I thought about giving up. 50,000 words...when I have only written 35,056 words? I had about 14,944 words more to go!!! Where in the world do I find the time?
How I progressed from 0 to 50,000
I don't get anything from NanoWriMo except for a web certificate that I can look at from time to time. And also tell the world that I made it. I can boast about it to my friends and family members...but I don't get anything monetary in return.
But the feeling of having come so far, trudged through the month of non-sleep, coffee, ciggarrettes and grouchiness is....worth it!
I can't tell you how I feel. The jubilance. The 'Yes!!!" It's a personal challenge. And I've reached it. And now I can start going back to work and tell all my clients how sorry I am for having neglected them...blah blah blah.
But whenever I set out to do something, I don't often give up. I came very damn close to just GIVING UP. But then I remembered....damn, GIVE UP is not even in my dictionary.
So, thank you to the staff of Nanowrimo for giving me the courage. For helping me see that anything can be done with a deadline. Although the deadline is crazy, but if one sets one's mind to it, ANYTHING can happen.
You've just added one extra notch to my bedpost...and I have one more thing, one more credential to boast about now.
Thank you!
Marsha
www.marshamaung.com
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09/11/2005
BO in BA
The good news is that I feel good enough (albeit some quite scary scars on obvious body parts) to go back to gym. OH, words cannot describe the elation I feel about going back into the torture chamber. Granted, I have been waiting for this day for some time now – the launch of Body Attack (BA). For those in Malaysia and have been attending gym, you all know Body Attack never made it here when all the other programs did.
Accordingly, Body Attack is one of the worst (or the best, depending on how you view exercising) programs on the planet, sending you into cardiac arrest. So, today, for the first time in Malaysia, they launched Body Attack and it’s in my gym! People from all over the place…from other gyms….came and joined us. The line was long and the gym was cramped without a single cm of extra space left.
I almost didn’t make it there but lady luck waved her wand my way and I got into the class without having to sign up at the door. I know, I know, I just recovered and I should take it easy. My mother in law was chanting silently in the kitchen, “My daughter in law is crazy. My daughter in law is crazy. My daughter in law is crazy” but I was adamant. If I don’t care about people seeing my poxy scars, I should be OK, right? And besides, I’ve applied like layers upon layers of concealer, whitening moisturizer, concealer, concealer and then some more concealer over my scars.
Anyway, the session was good and the promise of sending you crawling out of the class rang true. There were two problems:-
1. The class was so cramped, we were knees to forehead (read: someone else’s forehead) all the time. Every time I stretched out my arms, I ended up scratching someone else’s armpit.
2. And while we’re on the topic of armpit, the session was marred by the fact that one single person (or more, I couldn’t confirm or don’t relish the idea of confirming the number) had really bad BO!! (body odor) Man, it was awful! There were about 50++ of us in the studio, not a single cm of extra foot space left in it, and we have to jump around huffing and puffing breathing in someone else’s BO! I mean, come on, this is one of the hardest sessions ever and we’re suffocating because the pungent smell of someone’s armpit!
The last I checked, a stick of anti-perspirant or underarm deodorizer costs only about RM4 or RM8 or something like that – depending on whether you like it wet or dry – and this fella cannot be bothered to go buy one and use it.
There was a point in the class whereby everyone was required to run all around the studio or cross over to the other corner or something like that. Me and my cousin literally ran across pinching our noses.
A hard workout. No breathing. Spells death to me.
I loved the class and loved the instructors there (a few yummy ones were there, I have to tell ya) but gosh, next time before they admit students, there should be…like…a BO detector or something.
Or at least a notice outside the studio that says “Please don’t suffocate other people!” and there, on top of a ledge, stands a helpful stick of anti-perspiration.
How about that?
Marsha
www.marshamaung.com
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01/11/2005
I finally get my chicken pox....
As expected, I contracted the chicken pox from Jared!! At the ripe old age of 32 too! This is a childhood disease and I feel funny getting it at this age. People look at me funny…like I’ve just suddenly lost a baby teeth or something.
It itches like crazy and I can’t do anything about it. I’ve trimmed all my nails to mere nothings (good for keyboard typing, though) and applied calamine lotion EVERYWHERE on my body. Yeah, like they help at all. Tomorrow, I am going to get my husband to go out and get me antihistamine. I haven’t slept a wink yet cause of all the itching.
And I didn’t know people actually DIE from chicken pox…now THAT is scaring me but accordingly, only people who are immunocompromised should worry about that. as far as I can tell, I don’t think I am immuno-compromised…yet. I may have a weak immune system but I don’t think I am THAT bad yet.
Hey, people, please wish me luck. Please pray for me.
Please shoot me.
Marsha
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28/10/2005
Your sleeping position
It’s no news that research revealed some time ago that your favorite sleeping position reveals your personality and character. Well, I thought I’d highlight it here since I don’t get much sleep most of the time and have to watch my kids and husband sleep all the time. J
51% of women and over 40% of the world population sleep in the ‘fetus’ position.
The fetus position: curled up on either side…like a baby in the womb.
Character: very shy, but sometimes try to appear tough or unbeatable. But inside, they’re really softer than mush.
The starfish position: people who like to sleep spreadeagled on their back. This means that they sleep on their backs with both arms and both legs spread out…pretty much like a starfish
Character: These people actually like to make friends and they make friends easily but then, they would rather not be the center of attention. In fact, they’d rather someone else be under the limelight.
The freefaller position: Opposite from the starfish position. People who likes to sleep on their tummy with their arms and legs relatively spread-out. Only 6.5% of the world population sleeps in this position. Most people like to sleep on their backs.
Character: People who like the freefaller position presents to the world a very active, imaginative, gregarious, optimistic, positive, confident and brash attitude. But inside hides a very nervous person who responds badly to criticisms.
The soldier position: Imagine a soldier standing straight with arms and legs beside them, unmoving. Well, this is the soldier sleeping position.
Character: People who likes sleeping in this position is actually quite quiet, reserved and have very high standards set for themselves BY themselves.
The Logs position: Sleeping on either side
Character: very relaxed people with good social skills. They make and keep friends very easily and will do lots for their friends and family.
The Yearners position: Sleeping on your side but with raised arms, covering or not covering your face.
Character: People who like to sleep in this position are a suspicious and cynical bunch. They won’t often take what you say for the face value of it but will try to find out if there’s a secret agenda behind everything that you say.
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24/10/2005
Yet another baby....DUMPED!!
With the rising number of babies being dumped and left to die, I can’t help but wonder what the world is coming to?? What is all this baby-dumping business that’s been going on? Why?? How??? How can you???
Is humanity digressing so much that we have come to this? Why can’t mothers or fathers or BOTH appreciate the gift of life? Regardless of how much burden a baby can be, it is yours, it’s your blood! How can you anyone leave their babies to die??
Sorry, I feel very strongly about this one. I am going to get foul-mouthed later on, so, be warned. If you don’t like reading rude opinions, click away now.
Anyhow, there are more and more parents who feel that they are not the best people to care for their own children. For one thing, more and more of my friends are leaving their kids to nannies that will care for their babies 24 hours a day, and the parents will only come and VISIT their baby after work. After that, they leave for home. The baby is part of the family, I don’t understand how anyone can just leave their babies in another home, like the baby is not part of their family at all???
I GAVE EVERYTHING UP TO CARE FOR MY OWN KIDS!! I will kill anyone who tries to take over the responsibility of caring for my kids. I loathe the thought of anyone else making the decision of caring for MY children for me and I will fight them with everything that is in me to be the main decision maker because as mother, I am given the instinct to know (most of the time) what is best for my babies.
And yet, many parents these days are leaving their kids to the care of other more adept and more experienced people. Some take the kids home during weekends. Some don’t even do that, visiting only at night and taking them home once a month. And you call yourself a PARENT??? Check out the word parent in a dictionary….
Worse still, there are those who know that the crying bundle is their own flesh and blood and yet they pack the babies in plastic bags, watch the baby struggle for breath and then leave the ‘package’ in a dump site???? Man, what is thing world coming to?
What is the true meaning of a family, this modern world is totally befuddling to me.
Some people make excuses like, “Oh, I am not the best person to care for my baby” and I say “Bull Fucking Shit!!” God gave you the ability to give birth, you’re given the ability to care for the baby. The best, you’re the best. And by handing your baby to another person (it could be your mother, in-law, sister, or neighbor, it doesn’t matter) you’re denying your baby the best that he or she can have. You.
Some people say, “Oh, I am so busy with my work and we come home very late after that and have no time to be with the baby”. Another bullshit!!! You MAKE time if you’re busy. You can make time to play golf, you can make time to take care of your own child, for crissakes!!
Some people say “I give up. I don’t think I can handle it anymore”. Then why have a kid? And if you had the kid by accident, take responsibility. This is what you have done, do something about it. We’re not talking about a broken pencil or a glass of spilt milk, you have the balls to have a baby, you have the balls to raise one up.
We all know it’s a heavy responsibility but this is what human beings are being made to do. So, I know I am going to anger some people out there, but this is MY BLOG, and I can voice my own opinion in every single way I want.
And I don’t like IRRESPONSIBLE PARENTS – SO THERE!!! Parents who can’t be man or woman enough to raise their own kids are making sad excuses and trying very hard to convince themselves that can’t do it right.
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22/10/2005
Looking for quick laughs??
When you think you have absolutely nothing to do, loads of time to waste and want to giggle over something nonsensical, try visiting www.stupidvideos.com. Yeah, I typed right, it is STUPID VIDEOS dot COM.
My husband is the King of nonsensical stuff, especially adept in looking for stupid things to download and look at online. Whenever I switch on my computer, I am working, whenever he switches on MY computer, he’s downloading something. Says he doesn’t want to download stuff on HIS