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Forget the former things;
do not dwell in the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the desert
and streams in the wasteland.
i am trying to “love your neighbour as yourself” but i can’t help noticing how some people take advantage of others’ kindness. sometimes i feel that these people should go just to let them feel what it’s like to be independent for once.
picture this: a boy grows up in with a foster family, goes to school, grows up to become a man, works for the foster dad, goes overseas to work and then returns home not to his own family but to the foster family who are now an adult family unit. the foster mom is all too kind to even lend him money for so many things. sometimes you wonder if there is anything going on between the two. after all, they are only years apart in age.
then this foster son goes about doing his own things, sometimes not coming home and he goes on to impregnate his secret girlfriend. if i were he, i’d leave the foster family out of shame and spare them the disappointment. but no, he decides that he needs his foster family (for obvious reasons), so he brings his secret girlfriend (now wife) home after the birth of an innocent daughter. the foster mom showers her love on the newborn while she ill-speaks of the wife. sounds like an indonesian telenovela? this is real.
that’s not all. foster dad is extremely unhappy and disappointed with this showering of love that it seems foster mom is neglecting her own family. and here’s the ‘best’ part – foster son gets to stay for free. there were talks about paying for electricity & water in place of rent money but this is just sweet talk and bullshit.
foster dad wrote a letter to his children + foster son to give foster mom x amt of money every month. i know one of the children pays on time every month but i’m pretty sure foster son has ‘missed’ several monthly payments. how do i know? i’ve seen foster mom on many occasions pay for their grocery purchases, toys, food, petrol money, etc. do you think this is fair to her own children?
and read this: foster mom talks bad about foster son’s wife’s skills almost every time, saying the wife puts money over family. ugh! if only she could see from the wife’s perspective – she probably has to work to support the husband’s income. i mean… if my husband is poor, i would want to work to support my family too! she ‘complains’ about looking after their daughter but one can tell she likes it lots.
the latest freeloader saga is this: foster son ran out of cooking gas so he conveniently took his foster family’s cooking gas and said “i will replace this”. many days and no more cooking gas in the foster family’s kitchen later, still no replaced cooking gas.
this i think is truly unfair. at some point in life, one has to be truly independent without forgetting his/her roots. i mean… stop sucking on others’ kindness, okay? start to feel guilty and start feeling you owe them your life. this doesn’t mean you have to live with them and live off their kindness… it only means to repay their kindness with kindness… it’s that simple.
lastly, stop spending on alcoholic drinks if you can’t afford it. go drink but stop when you live hand to mouth. start to think with a clear mind.
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that’s the number of days in 2009 that we have spent on earth in 2 days’ time – if you’re reading this, congrats for completing the first half of this year. what have you achieved thus far? are you half-way towards your goal?
a few days ago, the world was stunned by the death of michael jackson. i feel indifferent not because i dislike him, but more because everyone dies one day – this happened to be his day. like many famous people who died young like him, his music lives on. i particularly remember the moonwalk dance way back in primary school and i am not ashamed to say i grew up listening to his songs. if you were a kid in the 80’s you’d know what i mean :)
it must’ve been very difficult being michael jackson, don’t u think? someone with so much fame couldn’t possibly have a moment of privacy. he must’ve experienced a lot of stress with all the bad press, financial downturn and whatnot. aren’t you glad you’re a private person! ;)
which brings me to say this – no matter what your social position is in life, always make wise choices. when unsure, God is just a prayer away.
anyway… if you haven’t watched transformers, now is the time go watch it :) wait a minute… i digress… i had wanted to address a very important issue about judging others… aiyah… that will be for another post then… time for my beauty sleep now hehe…
God bless, God speed. Take care.
i haven’t been blogging for a while now that i am almost devoid of ideas/subjects to talk about.
i’m not sure now why i blog, except for the fact that i get dead bored at night and would not want to touch work-related documents/emails after 6pm.
well, i am not ashamed to say that i have been stalking on facebook :p all of you who are on facebook can deny all you want but that is a fact in any social networking site – you stalk, stalk and stalk. you are so “kay poh” to know everything anyone does. which makes you (and me) to have no real social life, unless you (and i) make the effort to :)
btw the title of this post reflects how often i update this blog. i am considering merging this and the other blog into a totally new website. there’s a reason i started so many blogs… it was an experiment that didn’t work exactly the way i wanted to :p but that is life – full of surprises, twists and turns, no?
my cousin Ben’s wedding over the weekend went by like a breeze. i love it when Ps. Ernest is the wedding solemnizer – very efficient. the next day, a Sunday, my cousin Sandra got engaged which led me to think her fiancée is an SDA member hehe… turned out she couldn’t get paid leaves from her company, so she was trying to sandwich her special day between the many weddings during that weekend. congrats, my cousin :)
the 3rd Monggiok Family Day was a blast! too bad i could not stay till the end, as mum had to leave for another town in the afternoon. i am blessed to be a Monggiok descendant – there are so many of us and the spirit of teamwork is so strong that we have done 3 annual family days which gets better every year.
ohhh… i almost forgot to mention that i met my internet friends (zeno “gansad” & sara - husband & wife) for the first time in person since i got to know them in 1997/1998! and the world just got smaller when sara’s first cousin anna is my cousin ben’s wife! hahaha… adeyy… i promised to meet them at the wedding reception but i was ‘knocked out’ in exhaustion from all the 2-hour standing in church (i was in charge of music). i didn’t see them when i got out of my grandparents’ house after 3 short power naps (actually it was more like interrupted sleep!) i was hoping to get a picture taken with them… maybe in another time & place :)
would you look at that… long post… i had better stop now… time to sleep!
hello there
for the past month, i have been traveling almost every week. for work, of course. i am so tired that the novelty of traveling frequently has worn off.
i made a last minute overnight trip to brunei mid-april. it was to bring an eye-checking instrument and some eye drops over at our latest baby branch – Optimax Brunei :)
the week after, i was asked to cover as customer care because the staff there was still very new. raw is more like it. together with a colleague from HQ, i stayed at the le gallery suites hotel. nice hotel, but i had to move to another room after the power supply was suddenly cut off. it happened only in my room.
hmm… strange… when i was in tawau last weekend, we had to change rooms too… creepy…
anyway.
such a nice boutique hotel but having me as a guest in any hotel is a headache. every hotel i stay in is subject to service value expectations :p and i have some observations too.
i think the people there are nice. really nice… except 95% of them are not locals. they speak english in a certain slang that you would recognize their country of origin just by listening to the way they pronounce english words. there are so many of them that when they converse in english , you couldn’t differentiate a local and a foreigner… until they speak malay
this might be petty but i think bruneian should have their own way of speaking english – never mind the slang as long as the pronunciation is correct.
breakfast was so-so… for a beautifully set restaurant, i would’ve expected more varieties albeit simple menus.
so anyway, anyway… my brunei trip marked 1 week shy of the first anniversary of the theft incident where i lost my handbag and the sony handycam. i realise now that the start of my inconsistent work performance stemmed from that incident. i now have a phobia of bringing my handbang to roadshows/promo booths. which is probably why i sit behind the info counter more
our bruneian colleagues were very hospitable as always. we had prawns, prawns and prawns for almost every meal hahaha… we even had prawn satay!!! and the food portion is gigantic, it puts sabah food portion to shame. proof: we had to ‘tapau’ our nasi lemak/ayam lunch and ate the ayam for breakfast the following morning :p
spent a fortune on imported chocolates at this store called KIULAP. then our bruneian colleagues gave each of us a bag full of more imported chocolates on the day we left!!!
hmm… the thought of chocolates makes me want to get one from the fridge now *cis!*
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