Don’t mess with me.

Humility is an extension of courtesy. It’s not a sign of weakness and it’s definitely not a sign that you could talk to me as if I’m a 5 year old. Then there is respect.

Why is it in so many relationships and friendships, when people get too comfortable with each other, they forget about courtesy and respect?

Why do people always take each other for granted?

Why is it when you’re nice to someone, they tend to think it’s ok to walk all over you?

Isn’t it sad when a relationship crumbles and you don’t even have any idea what hit you?

The truth is, it’s really simple, nobody likes to be belittled. Every thought and suggestion counts. No matter how absurd it is, noone should be put down as if he or she is retarded. Especially if he or she is far from being stupid.

When you feel the sting from my words, that is when you’ve crossed the line.

Just read the classifieds, throw away the rest.

The mainstream media has proven its undeserving power again. Just because of one tiny and badly written article, a blogger was almost made to quit writing and the whole blogging community has been branded as pea-brained, attention seeking vultures.

What ticked me off is that irresponsible remark by a certain Mr Ng Heng Ghee. In his actual words, “What she has done reflects badly on her parents because it shows that they did not bring her up well.’ That is possibly the lowest blow ever. Mr Ng Heng Ghee, I don’t suppose you know that in societies everywhere, insulting one’s parents is possibly the lowest, most insulting thing one can do to another. Really, I’m suspicious of Mr Ng Heng Ghee’s superb parenting skills and of his own parents’.

Then again, I’m going to give him a benefit of the doubt, considering there was obviously no research put into the article, it’s too short and lopsided. What’s amazing is that the article was written by not one, but two journalists. Two journalists! 281 words shared between two people. Damn, I want to be a journalist too!

In the end, there’s nothing much we can do to undo the damage. ST has suggested that we write to The Star, but I doubt any letter would get published. We do know better afterall, and my hope is that curiousity among non-bloggers triggered by that damned article would lead to a better understanding of the blogging community.

To Jolin, I hope things get better. I’m glad that you didn’t rebel against your parents’ wish as that would just make things worse. I’m sure your parents will soon realise that you’re a sensible girl. Hugs.

Anyway, I am the Narcissist, and you haven’t seen my nipple yet. It won’t happen for goodness sake!

PPS Birthday Bash and random thoughts.

I’ve put my name on the list! I’m so excited. I have no idea what to wear! This feels like going to the prom. Kekekekkee. This event ought to be newspaper worthy. Why not? The rest of Malaysians should be made aware of blogging, cause it’s a proven source of alternative information that our mainstream media just cannot possibly deliver. Heck, it should be a social responsiblity for newspaper publishers to promote blogging.

That I’m not made for using public transportation has been reaffirmed once again. Public transportation sucks. I long for the day teleporting becomes a reality. If that’s possible, I think the next great technology spin-off would be non-surgical fat removal. That’s going to be like way cool.

Sigh. I’m freakin bored!! I need to win the lottery and go to Bali.

++ Update ++

Just found out from my Mom that the ownership transfer of the house we bought has fallen apart. I wrote about it here. Dad’s going to engage another lawyer to sue the two law firms (current owner’s and ours). This sucks big time. I hope they get fucked in the ass those lazy fucks.