Why do I write? Is it to get my thoughts down on paper? Is it because I've always wanted to be a writer? No and No. My reasons for writing are not so noble. My writing is for purely mercenary reasons and my blog is to rant and rave and vent.
So now that I have joined helium every month I write my ass off trying to earn money. Since I am at home everyday you would think that I have lots of time to write. Unfortunately that is not the case. Every time I turn around Robyn or Jordan wants me to drive them somewhere. It's irritating and pisses me off.
If I could sit at the computer for the whole day, put in my 9am to 5pm writing time I could probably write in my blog everyday as well as write two or three articles. There is always something. Like housework, dogs want to eat, then need to clean their shit, ironing, laundry and everything else in between. It never ends. I in the end become frustrated and irritated and just feel like drinking.
I have often thought about writing a novel. Yes in my fondest day dreams I would churn out the great Canadian novel. Fat chance that ever happening. As soon as I have my chain of thought going someone always interrupts me.
Yes the life of a writer or would be writer sounds so academic but in fact it is frustrating as hell.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Report card day
I really hate report card day. Not my report card but my teenage daughters. My sons report card day was last Friday and yesterdays was Robyn's.
So why I hate report card day is I have to change out of my usual attire of men's boxers and singlet and put on a proper t shirt with sleeves and a decent pair of pants or shorts just to see a teacher who can't speak English and see how bad my daughters marks are. Not to mention that I usually sweat my ass off. I look at the teacher, she looks at me, we smile. I then look at the report card and frown. Then I look at Robyn and try to say something about the report card but frankly I've given up. I mean what can you say. I usually mutter "well you better start pulling your socks up and concentrate more" or "I don't know why the hell I bother to send you to tuition", something anal like that. It's not like I'm going to kick her butt around the classroom in front of her teacher and friends is it? I mean I don't expect you to get a scholarship. God forbid my life should be so easy. But please at least try.
I now have come to the point where I tell her that if she fails better for me, that way I don't have to fork out an arm and a leg for college tuition fees. Now that's a thought. She can go and work Jaya Jusco her whole life. Then I can use her college money to buy a new car. Hell the more I think about it the better I like the sounds of that.
Robyn tells me her teacher hates her. But every time I go for report card day the teacher doesn't even say anything. I guess she's pretty much given up on Robyn or she just can't find the words to express how she feels. I mean if you know Robyn you know what I mean. I suspect the teacher is just biding her time until the end of the year and she will not have to see Robyn no more. As for me Robyn will be with me the rest of my life. Now don't get me wrong I love Robyn to bits. She just tries my patience.
Like the time just before Chinese New Year I was cleaning house and Robyn calls me and demands that I pick her up from school because she is not feeling well. I had not yet bathed and was still in my sleeping attire of boxer shorts and singlet. I have some for night wear and some for day wear. At my age who gives a shit I just want to be comfortable. Anyway I went straight to the school without changing or showering because it was an EMERGENCY according to her. Of course when I get there I have to go to the office and sign her out of school. As I walked through the school yard with messy hair wearing my boxers and singlet everyone turned to look. Do I care? No but I sure hope Robyn was embarrassed. In fact a few month back Robyn complained to me that the discipline teacher was complaining about the way I was dressed. So I informed her next time give me time to shower and change before I pick you up.
The morning of report card day as I drop her off at school she turns to me and says "hey mom dress properly when you come and pick up my report card."
So why I hate report card day is I have to change out of my usual attire of men's boxers and singlet and put on a proper t shirt with sleeves and a decent pair of pants or shorts just to see a teacher who can't speak English and see how bad my daughters marks are. Not to mention that I usually sweat my ass off. I look at the teacher, she looks at me, we smile. I then look at the report card and frown. Then I look at Robyn and try to say something about the report card but frankly I've given up. I mean what can you say. I usually mutter "well you better start pulling your socks up and concentrate more" or "I don't know why the hell I bother to send you to tuition", something anal like that. It's not like I'm going to kick her butt around the classroom in front of her teacher and friends is it? I mean I don't expect you to get a scholarship. God forbid my life should be so easy. But please at least try.
I now have come to the point where I tell her that if she fails better for me, that way I don't have to fork out an arm and a leg for college tuition fees. Now that's a thought. She can go and work Jaya Jusco her whole life. Then I can use her college money to buy a new car. Hell the more I think about it the better I like the sounds of that.
Robyn tells me her teacher hates her. But every time I go for report card day the teacher doesn't even say anything. I guess she's pretty much given up on Robyn or she just can't find the words to express how she feels. I mean if you know Robyn you know what I mean. I suspect the teacher is just biding her time until the end of the year and she will not have to see Robyn no more. As for me Robyn will be with me the rest of my life. Now don't get me wrong I love Robyn to bits. She just tries my patience.
Like the time just before Chinese New Year I was cleaning house and Robyn calls me and demands that I pick her up from school because she is not feeling well. I had not yet bathed and was still in my sleeping attire of boxer shorts and singlet. I have some for night wear and some for day wear. At my age who gives a shit I just want to be comfortable. Anyway I went straight to the school without changing or showering because it was an EMERGENCY according to her. Of course when I get there I have to go to the office and sign her out of school. As I walked through the school yard with messy hair wearing my boxers and singlet everyone turned to look. Do I care? No but I sure hope Robyn was embarrassed. In fact a few month back Robyn complained to me that the discipline teacher was complaining about the way I was dressed. So I informed her next time give me time to shower and change before I pick you up.
The morning of report card day as I drop her off at school she turns to me and says "hey mom dress properly when you come and pick up my report card."
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Going Home
Next month I will be going home for a visit. This will be my second visit home in twenty seven years. This is not a happy trip as I found out last month that my mother has a cancerous brain tumour and lung cancer. Can't have one she gets hit with a double whammy. Since I cannot make many trips home I have decided it is better if I go while she is alive and lucid, I hope, rather then go home for her funeral. I do not have a good feeling about this as she went through triple bypass a few years back.
My eldest son and his girlfriend will be accompanying me. That means there will be no one at home with the two teenagers so I have asked one of my in laws to come and stay with them. I'm still nervous though. I am afraid that while I'm away there will be a constant war in the house between Robyn and Jordan, Robyn and the uncle, Jordan and the uncle and Robyn and Jordan ganging up on the uncle. God I'm glad I won't be here to witness that.
Another thing I'm worried about is coming home to a big mess in the house. I'll be gone for two weeks so I hope I don't come home to a three inch pile of hair on the floor because no one bothered to sweep and mop. I'm funny that way my floor needs to be swept and mopped everyday. After all I have four dogs, three of which are inside the house. That's another thing I worry about. Will they remember to feed the dogs. I don't want to come home to four dead dogs with their leg chewed off , a dead cat and a dead bunny with piles of shit in his cage. Oh yeah and piles of shit in the driveway for me to step in when I get home.
I love my kids but I have to admit they are lazy and don't do anything unless I yell at them three or four times. When you do ask them to do something they always whine about how come I have to do everything and my brother or sister which ever the case may be, doesn't have to do anything. Which is stupid because I'm the idiot that does everything.
After informing them of their grandmothers illness and that I was going to Canada to see her my teenage daughter asks me to buy her some clothes like I'm going on vacation or something. Can't really blame them for not having much emotion when it comes to grandma in Canada they've only seen her twice. The last being ten years ago.
It's a long trip good thing my son is following. I have made the trip a few times and I hate it. I hope the weather is warm, I can't stand the cold. Hopefully I don't catch the virus, that's all I need.
My eldest son and his girlfriend will be accompanying me. That means there will be no one at home with the two teenagers so I have asked one of my in laws to come and stay with them. I'm still nervous though. I am afraid that while I'm away there will be a constant war in the house between Robyn and Jordan, Robyn and the uncle, Jordan and the uncle and Robyn and Jordan ganging up on the uncle. God I'm glad I won't be here to witness that.
Another thing I'm worried about is coming home to a big mess in the house. I'll be gone for two weeks so I hope I don't come home to a three inch pile of hair on the floor because no one bothered to sweep and mop. I'm funny that way my floor needs to be swept and mopped everyday. After all I have four dogs, three of which are inside the house. That's another thing I worry about. Will they remember to feed the dogs. I don't want to come home to four dead dogs with their leg chewed off , a dead cat and a dead bunny with piles of shit in his cage. Oh yeah and piles of shit in the driveway for me to step in when I get home.
I love my kids but I have to admit they are lazy and don't do anything unless I yell at them three or four times. When you do ask them to do something they always whine about how come I have to do everything and my brother or sister which ever the case may be, doesn't have to do anything. Which is stupid because I'm the idiot that does everything.
After informing them of their grandmothers illness and that I was going to Canada to see her my teenage daughter asks me to buy her some clothes like I'm going on vacation or something. Can't really blame them for not having much emotion when it comes to grandma in Canada they've only seen her twice. The last being ten years ago.
It's a long trip good thing my son is following. I have made the trip a few times and I hate it. I hope the weather is warm, I can't stand the cold. Hopefully I don't catch the virus, that's all I need.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Micheal Jackson
So as I was driving my kids to school this morning I heard that Micheal Jackson had suffered from a cardiac arrest and was hospitalized. In Malaysia we don't have the up to date news so the morning crew on FlyFm were not sure if he had died or not.
As soon as I got home I turned on CNN and sure enough Micheal was dead at 50. It was a bit like a punch in the gut really, as Micheal and I were born in the same year, he just looks better and younger then I do. I felt the tears prickle at the back of my eyes. I refused to cry though as if I did I would have humongous eye bags. It seems Micheal was addicted to prescription drugs. It is sad to think that such a musical icon is dead at such a young age.
I remember when the Jackson 5 started singing and I had been at a toss as to who I liked better, was it the Osmond's or the Jackson 5. Then Micheal came out with his song Ben and he blew the Osmond's out of the water. There was a few years when we didn't hear from the Jackson 5 but in the late seventies Micheal made a big come back and I have loved him ever since. His music rocked the world and the vibes were felt all the way to Malaysia. He had been so handsome back then but over the years he changed and became weird. I think he looked his best in the eighties and early nineties.
Then there was the child molestation allegations which sickened me because I have children of my own. I could not believe he could do such a thing. After that bad press or bad luck, just followed him. The Chinese have a saying, a person during their lifetime will have seven years good luck and seven years bad luck. I guess Micheal just hit his bad luck stage.
He was getting ready for a comeback tour when he died so he could have been entering his good luck stage again, or is it still bad luck since he died. What ever skeletons come out of the closet now that he is dead doesn't matter anymore, the world has lost one of the greatest entertainers of our time and any other shit that comes out will be like water under the bridge. So fair well Micheal you have entertained us for many years. You will be missed. May you rest peacefully at last.
As soon as I got home I turned on CNN and sure enough Micheal was dead at 50. It was a bit like a punch in the gut really, as Micheal and I were born in the same year, he just looks better and younger then I do. I felt the tears prickle at the back of my eyes. I refused to cry though as if I did I would have humongous eye bags. It seems Micheal was addicted to prescription drugs. It is sad to think that such a musical icon is dead at such a young age.
I remember when the Jackson 5 started singing and I had been at a toss as to who I liked better, was it the Osmond's or the Jackson 5. Then Micheal came out with his song Ben and he blew the Osmond's out of the water. There was a few years when we didn't hear from the Jackson 5 but in the late seventies Micheal made a big come back and I have loved him ever since. His music rocked the world and the vibes were felt all the way to Malaysia. He had been so handsome back then but over the years he changed and became weird. I think he looked his best in the eighties and early nineties.
Then there was the child molestation allegations which sickened me because I have children of my own. I could not believe he could do such a thing. After that bad press or bad luck, just followed him. The Chinese have a saying, a person during their lifetime will have seven years good luck and seven years bad luck. I guess Micheal just hit his bad luck stage.
He was getting ready for a comeback tour when he died so he could have been entering his good luck stage again, or is it still bad luck since he died. What ever skeletons come out of the closet now that he is dead doesn't matter anymore, the world has lost one of the greatest entertainers of our time and any other shit that comes out will be like water under the bridge. So fair well Micheal you have entertained us for many years. You will be missed. May you rest peacefully at last.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
HOW OLD IS TOO OLD
So last month I saw in the newspaper that a 66 year old woman in Britain had invitro done so she could have a baby. The photo was of a women about eight months into the pregnancy. She looked pretty good for her age but don't ya think she's getting a little long in the tooth to be having a baby! As doctors in Britain refused to do it she went out of the country to have it done. Now I'm assuming she's not married as it doesn't mention a husband, maybe he already kicked the the bucket.
If she wanted to have a baby why didn't she do it while she was still in the sweet bloom of youth. To become pregnant at 66 is ludicrous. I mean most people retire at 65. When the kid is in its 20's she'll be 86. Raising children is hard work, you need to have some stamina and have your wits about you. I'm 51 this year and the thought of having another baby makes me want to wet my pants. Incontinence.
You have to be on top of things all the time, those little things will have ya coming and going. At my age I already have trouble with my memory. I can walk into a room three or four times before I remember why I went into the room in the first place. What if she suffers from Alzheimer's and forgets the baby, or leaves the baby in the super market. I know I'd be afraid of that happening.
She's said the doctor gave her a clean bill of health, she's always taken care of herself and she's never felt better. Well you wait lady by time you have the kid you'll be lucky if you don't have a heart attack on the delivery table. Not to mention that by the time the kid goes to school every one will think you it's grandmother. That kid will run you ragged and before you know it you'll be kicking yourself in the butt for doing it in the first place and wonder why you didn't opt to live out your life in peace and quiet.
If she wanted to have a baby why didn't she do it while she was still in the sweet bloom of youth. To become pregnant at 66 is ludicrous. I mean most people retire at 65. When the kid is in its 20's she'll be 86. Raising children is hard work, you need to have some stamina and have your wits about you. I'm 51 this year and the thought of having another baby makes me want to wet my pants. Incontinence.
You have to be on top of things all the time, those little things will have ya coming and going. At my age I already have trouble with my memory. I can walk into a room three or four times before I remember why I went into the room in the first place. What if she suffers from Alzheimer's and forgets the baby, or leaves the baby in the super market. I know I'd be afraid of that happening.
She's said the doctor gave her a clean bill of health, she's always taken care of herself and she's never felt better. Well you wait lady by time you have the kid you'll be lucky if you don't have a heart attack on the delivery table. Not to mention that by the time the kid goes to school every one will think you it's grandmother. That kid will run you ragged and before you know it you'll be kicking yourself in the butt for doing it in the first place and wonder why you didn't opt to live out your life in peace and quiet.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Hot as Hell
God the weather now adays is enought to make your scream. It is so goddamn hot. I do not have aircon in my living room to as I sit and write everyday I have sweat pouring down my face. I have sweat pouring between my boobs and I have sweat pouring between my butt cheeks. I know not a pretty picture but I just had to say it. IT'S HOT AS HELL AND I'M NOT HAPPY!
To make matters worse my to teens are home for two week mid term break so that makes it even more suckier. I can't concentrate when they have the tv blaring away. They don't even sit and watch one particular show they have to channel surf and ususally ends up on MTV. I don't mind MTV what I hate is channel surfers. Why the hell can't people sit and watch one goddamn show is beyond me. Why do people have to channel surf. I'll be sitting hear with half an ear on the tv while trying to think, I all of a sudden get interested in a programe they have started to watch then next thing you know its gone, they have changed the channel once again! Why can't they do something more constructive with their time like I don't know, study. One is sitting for SPM this year and the other is sitting for PMR and believe me neither one of them is Einstien.
Nope they'd rather spend their time irritating me and channel surfing while I'm sitting at my puter sweating my arse off and getting more irritated by the minute. If their not channel surfing then their bugging me to let them go somewhere and I usually have to drive. Like hello do you think I have all the time in the world to be driving your guys around.
This morning I got up and my whole body is aching. Feels like someone threw me on the floor and put the boots to me. My legs ache, my ass aches, my hips ache, my shoulders ache. God everything aches. I'm having trouble just sitting here now and writing my blog. All I can say is I can't wait for them to go back to school, I can't wait for it to rain so I can sit in my chair at my computer and not feel like I pissed my pants!
To make matters worse my to teens are home for two week mid term break so that makes it even more suckier. I can't concentrate when they have the tv blaring away. They don't even sit and watch one particular show they have to channel surf and ususally ends up on MTV. I don't mind MTV what I hate is channel surfers. Why the hell can't people sit and watch one goddamn show is beyond me. Why do people have to channel surf. I'll be sitting hear with half an ear on the tv while trying to think, I all of a sudden get interested in a programe they have started to watch then next thing you know its gone, they have changed the channel once again! Why can't they do something more constructive with their time like I don't know, study. One is sitting for SPM this year and the other is sitting for PMR and believe me neither one of them is Einstien.
Nope they'd rather spend their time irritating me and channel surfing while I'm sitting at my puter sweating my arse off and getting more irritated by the minute. If their not channel surfing then their bugging me to let them go somewhere and I usually have to drive. Like hello do you think I have all the time in the world to be driving your guys around.
This morning I got up and my whole body is aching. Feels like someone threw me on the floor and put the boots to me. My legs ache, my ass aches, my hips ache, my shoulders ache. God everything aches. I'm having trouble just sitting here now and writing my blog. All I can say is I can't wait for them to go back to school, I can't wait for it to rain so I can sit in my chair at my computer and not feel like I pissed my pants!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Spa Treat
Mothers Day my son got me a gift certificate for a facial and a body massage, just what the doctor order. I love a good massage and a facial can't hurt either I am getting older and need all the help I can get. So last week I called and booked the appointment which was yesterday.
Now the facial was pretty good and they talked me into adding another RM68.00 for a machine treatment for my sagging skin. Hey anything to look younger. They actually informed me it would last for three days but I figure the effects must have worn off once they cleansed off the mask cause my face is still sagging. The massage on the other hand was a nightmare. Considering the amount of money my son forked out for this treat, I felt like asking for my money back. I don't know where the masseuse trained but the massage with a capital S, Sucked big time.
I mean if your going to charge almost RM150 for a one hour massage I expect the masseuse to be next to excellent. I've had RM50.00 massages that were better then that. Good thing I'm polite or I would have been telling the girl how to do massage. The girls I trained gave better massages then this girl did.
Of course once my treatment was done and they had me sitting with a glass of water and asking for payment, the extra RM68.00 for the machine treatment which was supposed to make me look younger, they asked if I wanted to purchase a package. No thanks I said, hell I don't need to be forking out RM1000 over to go and be tortured thank you very much. I can stay at home and be tortured by my kids. For free.
Now the facial was pretty good and they talked me into adding another RM68.00 for a machine treatment for my sagging skin. Hey anything to look younger. They actually informed me it would last for three days but I figure the effects must have worn off once they cleansed off the mask cause my face is still sagging. The massage on the other hand was a nightmare. Considering the amount of money my son forked out for this treat, I felt like asking for my money back. I don't know where the masseuse trained but the massage with a capital S, Sucked big time.
I mean if your going to charge almost RM150 for a one hour massage I expect the masseuse to be next to excellent. I've had RM50.00 massages that were better then that. Good thing I'm polite or I would have been telling the girl how to do massage. The girls I trained gave better massages then this girl did.
Of course once my treatment was done and they had me sitting with a glass of water and asking for payment, the extra RM68.00 for the machine treatment which was supposed to make me look younger, they asked if I wanted to purchase a package. No thanks I said, hell I don't need to be forking out RM1000 over to go and be tortured thank you very much. I can stay at home and be tortured by my kids. For free.
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