A Tribute…

Yesterday morning, I got an SMS that my colleague, Malathy, had passed away.

She was pregnant with her 3rd child and about due around this time. So when I didn’t see her for a week, I thought she had gone on maternity. Only last Thursday, I found out the truth about her absence. Her brother called in to say that she was in the ICU…in critical condition. I was shocked. I didn’t even know she was sick.

Apparently she wasn’t feeling well lately, so after some tests, they found out that she had breast cancer…and due to her pregnancy, it had already spread like wild fire…and had affected her liver & kidneys. So they quickly took her baby out…fortunately the baby was already almost due…but she never got better….and finally succumbed to the big “C” yesterday.

When I heard about it, I was still stunned…I had just seen her a week ago, healthy & fine…and now I’m actually reading that she’s gone. After awhile, reality started to sink in…and the soul became worse. It gets in your head & I was feeling down the whole night.

Though Malathy and I are not exactly close pals, we’ve shared many moments together. As a tribute to her, I shall list the things I remember about her:

  • She had a big butterfly tattoo across the back of her shoulder. And I remember taking a peep at it…with her consent of course.
  • She was the one who introduced me to Milkadeal & Groupon…when I saw her pedicure. And that was the first time I went for a mani & pedi…inspired by her toes.
  • She was one of them who recommended Eric, the chiropractor from Premier Chiropractic, SS2. She spoke of her experience, especially the so-called energy healing part and we had a good laugh about it.
  • She was one of the hot dancers on the floor on the Chao Phraya river cruise during our company trip to Bangkok last year.
  • She went to Chengdu with us this year too, despite being in her 4th/5th month of pregnancy.
  • She told me that she was going to do a mini-laparotomy during her delivery of the (current) 3rd baby. We went on to have a discussion about adoption & how she would prefer that to going through another pregnancy. Little did we know that in fact her life stops right there after her baby is born. Sigh.
  • By the way, she was younger than me.

OK, the story hasn’t ended yet.

That was yesterday. This morning when I went into the office, I found that Oreo had died too! 2 death news within 24 hours. And both were my office mates. I’m beginning to think that our office is some kind of jinxed. I’ve had Oreo for a year now…and it wasn’t uncommon that I’d leave him in the office over a 3-day weekend. This time is no different. But he didn’t make it through. Maybe he’s already aging (as advised by my fish expert colleague who gave him to me). But he really couldn’t have chosen a better time to go…together with Malathy. Sighhhhhh.

Anyway, this post is a tribute to both Malathy & Oreo. You’ll both be missed. May you rest in peace….


Date Over A Shoe!

Interesting thing I heard over Capital FM 88.9 last night. (Gee, come to think of it, it’s always the radio huh? :-P)

We’ve all heard of double dates, blind dates, speed dating, online dating…now there’s a new one – SHOE DATING! Oh yeah….! So how does it work?

Simple. Buy a pair of shoes & get a man FREE! Nice!!! 😉

So buy 3 pairs of shoes & get 3 men FREE!!!!! Haha. But yeah, seriously. Not bad huh.

I mean, you know how some people go for astrology & personality tests & tarot & etc to see if the partner is a good match? So now you’re actually ‘blind dating’ a man who likes the same shoes as you. And I think this is more practical than astrology or some stupid tests. Haha. I mean, hey, everyone knows that shoes is such an important element / obsession / whatever-you-wanna-call-it in a woman’s life. And I think each woman’s taste in shoes is much like our thumbprints. Everyone is unique. So finding a guy that has the same taste in shoes as you could be a BIG match factor…don’t you think so?! Hahaha. 😉

OK OK, actually I just thought this is real fun stuff. Not really to find the man of your dreams but just the whole ‘going for a date over a pair of shoes’ concept is interesting. Let’s see, if I have the time, maybe I’ll drop by Shoes Shoes Shoes too…though I’m kinda too old for this kinda stuff now. 😛

Anyway here is the article on the shoe dating thingy & how to go about finding yourself an interesting date. (Click on it for a larger view.)

Or you can also like their Facebook Page.

Good luck! 🙂

The Good Guys Have Spoken

Stumbled across this on someone’s FB wall recently & I thought it’s fantastic! Hahaha. This goes out to all the ladies out there, especially those who try too hard…who thinks the world revolve around them…and those who have insecurity written all over their faces.

Hear ye…hear ye…

“We guys don’t care if you talk to other guys. 

We don’t care if you’re friends with other guys. 

But when you’re sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.

It doesn’t help if you sit there and talk to him for 10 minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we’re still there.

We don’t care if a guy calls or texts you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2am that it can’t wait till the morning.

Also, when we tell you you’re pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/stunning, we freakin’ mean it. Don’t tell us we’re wrong. We’ll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.

Yeah, you can quote me.

Don’t be mad when we hold the door open. Take advantage of the mood I’m in.

Let us pay for you ! Don’t feel bad. We enjoy doing it. It’s expected. Smile and say thank you.

Kiss us when no one’s watching. If you kiss us when you know somebody’s looking, we’ll be more impressed.

You don’t have to get dressed up for us. If we’re going out with you in the first place, you don’t have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of make-up you own.

We like you for who you are and not what you are.

Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she’s just in her PJ’s. Or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up.

Don’t take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it. Don’t get angry easily.

Stop using magazines/media as your bible. Don’t talk about how hot Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. It’s boring, and we don’t care. You have girlfriends for that.

Whatever happened to the word “handsome” or “beautiful”? I’d be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with “Hey handsome!” instead of “Hey baby/stud/cutie/sexy” or whatever else you can think of.

On the other hand I’m not saying I wouldn’t like it either.

Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren’t being treated right by a guy, don’t wait for him to change! Ditch his sorry butt, disgrace to the male population, and find someone who will treat you with utter respect. Someone who will honor your morals.

Someone who will make you smile when you’re at your lowest.

Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.

Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.

Someone who will stop what they’re doing just to look you in the eyes and say I love you and actually mean it.

Give the nice guys a chance.”

That Love Thang

I saw on YouTube once about this Hongky guy giving a speech, specially to the women, on how to sustain their relationships. (See video here & another part here.) No doubt it was a pretty sexist view because indirectly he was trying to say that women are the cause of most marital problems, or rather, lack of tact in handling their men, that’s why the men stray from their marriage. OK, debate aside, something he mentioned in that lengthy video that caught my attention….he said that sometimes it is not about doing what is right, but doing what you think is acceptable to you.

For example, you found out that your husband had cheated on you. Yes, he is a bastard. He had broken his promise to be faithful and your trust. He is no longer worthy of you. The right thing to do is to walk out because the world thinks that you should. But just because everybody thinks you should do it, does that mean you must do it? That’s what the fella was trying to say…it’s not about doing the right thing…or being right or wrong. Sometimes, it is OK to forgive and stay on and fix it together, as long as you think you can accept it because you still have some love. At the end of the day, it’s your life & marriage…not the world’s.

In the Sex & The City part 1, Mr Big blew it big time when he didn’t turn up at his own wedding. The whole world thought that Mr Big was a big asshole. Carrie was extremely devastated & angry & hurt. Everybody understood. It was totally expected that Carrie will never forgive him, much less even talk to him ever again. Then you know what happened? For 1 year they never met or spoke to each other. Carrie was struggling to get over him…but she never did. After 1 year, they met again…and instead of feeling awkward or angry or indifferent, Carrie ran to Mr Big & hugged him tightly. So they got back together & got married again…for real, this time.

At the end, it’s not about doing what the world expects of you but what your heart tells you so. In the midst of hurt & anger, we still love. How do you deny that?

Love is patient. Love is kind. Love endures all.

1 Corinthian 13 (NIV):

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.

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