Post Earth Hour thoughts

I didn't really feel like celebrating earth hour. I thought it was a pointless exercise. You turn off the lights for an hour and then what? If you know me, you know I'm not the type who runs with the crowd. Sheeple, I am not.

But after last night, I take back my pessimism (I know! Shocking!).

True, you can't do much but it creates awareness. Well one hope that it does. If not for the public, for the government to realise that their people WANT environmental policies to be taken more seriously.

Instead of competing for the coveted "Who is Most Corrupted" title and pointing fingers at each other, politicians should be pushing for more important agendas. Oh no , I'm not denying the fact that corruption prevails (ha ha) but for fuck's sake, less lip service please.

Federal governments and state governments have to step up. Offering tax breaks for companies that succesfully reduce their carbon foot print. Push in more moolah into R&D industries. What-the-fuck-ever it takes to show the public that they care (or at least are faking it well enough) about their well-being.

Individuals and private companies should take heed. Turn off lights, don't put your air conditioning on full blast, encourage your kids to turn off the bloody computers and go out to the parks instead (one stone - two birds solution).

Yes, and that's me looking all smug.

Beauty regimes for the poor

As I lay on a friend's bed waiting for her beautician to work her magic on me, I mused how much I had spent on make up this month.

Nearly RM 400. Yeap.

Why?

Because I figure why not?

Rather than spend it on booze (belly gut), porn (the intrawebs were invented for that reason), clothes (I'm trying to lose weight), food ( Again, weight loss), books (I have too many) or a man-whore (The Viker would be amused) I now spend my money on trying to make myself look pretty.

For someone who's idea of make up useD to be coloured lip balm + a smudge of eyeshadow + too much eyeliner + how-the-frig-do I put on mascara?, I think I'm close to becoming a novice in the area.

I now know what brushes to use and how to use them. I know which colours look good on me (pretty much everything - thank you good genes!). I also know how to maintain my eyebrows.

Men have no idea how much time, effort and money goes into looking good. You complain when your woman looks haggard but then feign pissing in your pants when her credit card bill comes in.

If you're tapping that arse, expect to maintain it mister.

Care or eat a burger instead?

I was having lunch with some co-workers. We covered a lot of ground and it hit me out of nowhere that I'll miss these people.

But this was my decision. I want to tie up the loose ends before I take off onwards to a new adventure.

A friend with good intentions asked if I was maybe studying too much and if I was avoiding the real world by trying my hand at graduate school. I was miffed at first but now his question resonates through the heavily spider-web'd corners of my semi-peaceful mind.

Do I enjoy working? Not terribly but it isn't a bore. I seek more comfort in my academic books than in the dreary Monday morning traffic jams.

What do I want to do after grad school? Honestly, I don't know. Work I suppose. Find a 9-5 that pays enough for my new hobbies (participating in international marathons - yah I know I'm nowhere near an athlete yet), marry, buy a couple of horses and maybe pop-out a copy of me or the future-husband.

I turn 24 this year. I'm dreading it. I'm suppose to be settling down but the more I feel like I should be pinning my wandering arse firmly to a red-bricked white-picketed fence - heavily mortgaged house, the more I feel like bolting.

The horror stories my married friends tell me. The tales of being passover'd ala Christus at work. The credit card bills ALREADY haunting me and more of it to come with the future half gene'd mini-me's running around?!?!

Get me out of here!!!

Then the Viker laughs and tells me he doesn't want children just yet.

Besides my nearing quarter-life crisis, I'm pretty good. I'm gearing up to take part in the KL Marathon. Just the 5k run for now. I learned my lesson when it comes to my body. Moderation is good. I'm actually really pumped about it . This is the first time I'd be competing (on my own free will) in a sporting event.

Miracles never cease.

BTW, Malaysia's screwed. But it's all good. Cos it's not my problem.

We haz teh tecknologiez to rebuild him.

(-500 points if you don't get it)

50 more days

I have learned a lot in the past year or so.

Maybe more than I was willing to but lesson learned anyway.

I learned that I love studying. Which is why I'm planning to go to grad school next year.

I tried dipping my toes in forbidden putrid waters and found myself sucked into a world I thought I could make a new playground.

I realised no one wins at the end of the day.

And so back to blogging.