- Equation of Transition -

Give me a break.

Literally.

I was told that my blog wud’ve had more visitors if i tag it with ‘Anak Datuk K’, but I’m not gonna do that. I’m not even gonna talk about CT and her ‘moderate wedding’, not even gonna mention her bvlgari engagement ring made me green (bvlgari DOES make the nicest and beautiful diamond rings and wedding bands, mind you). Skip that.

I used to like watching commercials. Watching TV with channel surfers is suffering. I happen to enjoy the numeorus creative ways the manufacturers try to get to their potential customers’ heart; failing to go thru their tummies. My current favourite would be the AOWA electric stove. The one where she 1st came out from the groceries and her hubby picks her up on her motorcycle, scalded her shin and made her bloody screamed. Then she went to shower, got boiled and screamed bloody hell. Dried her hair, got it burnt, screamed bloody hell. And then she went to prepare dinner and made her hubby screamed bloody hell coz she looks like, well… hell.

hehe. hehehe. hehehehehehe. i want that stove.

I didn’t like the ‘road crossing awareness’ commercial (the one where the kid bloody screamed) coz I happen to think it went backwards. I wanted to lorry driver to scream bloody hell and stop. The kid made it across. I think the right message to convey is ‘Pedestrians get the most previlige using the road’, and ‘the bigger you are, the more recpectful you should be of smaller road users’. Not ‘lorry driver always drive at break-neck speed and have never ever in history manage to stop in time’.

At least that commercial was almost true. I have long lost respect for all shampoo commercial, so I’m not gonna comment on that.

Then there’s the fair&lovely commercial. Nice song, cute ppl, but how can you quarrel n then blame your face cream? Unless it is a face-cream-related arguments, wic I think is exaggerating. OR were they arguing about who’s fairer, and the guy who uses the other brand won? Uurrgghh… make some sense people!!!

Finally, the tea-tree panty-liner. When I thought that nothing can top the i’m-so-much-fairer-than-thou commercial.

I have NOT met ANY woman who want other MALE to get a whiff of how their intimate area SMELL like!

like…DUHH??!!! 

I hereby declare that to be the most outrageous commercial of the year. Woman just smells nice. How we do it, and what we do to smell that nice is our secret. Let’s just keep it that way.

And yeah… that commercial definitely STINKS.

Gossips are like forbidden fruits. It’s so tempting, but it can destroy you. I have never succumbed to its wiles. At least, until now. Did I regret my decision? Rightfully so.

Back in Campus I didn’t have many friends.

I think it’s so mainly because I detest gossiping. Which apparently is the main agenda on every outing. You talk about other people behind their back. Of course you do other things too, but you can’t do without gossiping. Your life wouldn’t be complete.

So it never did bother me when I was always the last to know about any gossip.

I’m not saying that I’ve never talked about anyone behind my back. That would be unhealthy - I would’ve developed peptic ulcer in record time. Yes, I do talk about other people; discreetly. It means I don’t go out with my faithful companions, sit on two tables and starts dissecting ‘weirdos’ or ‘misfits’, or anybody you fancy to badmouth. I don’t. I actually find ‘weirdos’ and ‘misfits’ very intriguing. They’re more unpredictable than normal people, and predictable is BORING. Seriously. If I ever talk about anybody it’s with my trustworthy friend (yes, you’re right, it’s singular-no misprint there) and always with the intention of trying to understand and accept the situation.

You know, some people can’t help the way they are. Totally understand. I guess it’s the same with you. I’m not gonna try and change you. I’ll just steer away from you vicious-back-stabbing-think-you’re-better-than-everyone lots. I’m happy, you’re happy, peace huh?

That said, I’m overtly ashamed of what I did. I’d hung my head in disgrace if that could rectify the situation. It’s true; words are sharper than swords.

I am never, ever, forever gonna say a bad thing casually to anyone about anyone regardless how passionately I dislike/ hate him/her. Lesson learnt. I just hope I don’t have to pay for this wrong.

p/s: Aamin.