Do you question your wife's sanity?
Do you cringe everytime she walks into a room?
Do you LOVE going to work each morning and dread to come home each day?
Fear for the safety of yourself and your children?
If you answered yes to all of the questions above, your wife may be a psycho.
Here's how to confirm your suspicions:
Your wife is a psycho if:
1. 'If your mother and I were both drowning in the ocean, who would you save?'
If this question ever pops out of your wife's mouth, you may want to brace yourself. Ready? Now if she asks this question IN FRONT OF YOUR MOTHER, run! You're in trouble. Your wife is well on her way to be a psycho, if she isn't yet.
2. Her idea of competition is comparing her wealth to every single woman in your family.
She earns quite a bit of money and saves quite a lot by rushing to every sale and cutting up all the coupons she can find. Good financial organiser? Think again. When the reason she does this is so she can compare herself to the women in your family, then you're in trouble.
She skulks around trying to find out how much your sister(s) earn and have saved up over the years and smirks when it's less than what she has. She says things like "Yeah, I'm rich. Rich people always do _________" in front of your low-income earning sister. Or "How much does your tv cost, mom? Oh! Mine costs more!" in front of your mother.
3. She thinks she's the most entitled to any inheritance that your family has
When your wife sulks whenever one of your sisters get jewelry or ANYTHING from your mom, something is wrong somewhere. When she ostracizes your sister AND mother for that very purpose, your world is officially upside down.
The psycho wife, for some obscure, complicated, insane reason, thinks she's entitled tothis piece of jewelry, NOT your sister. Don't even try to understand the inner workings of her psycho brain. She just thinks she is.
4. She rations every single thing in the house.
This, of course, includes food. She cooks sparsely, and does NOT care if you, her husband, OR your kids are really hungry. Eat what's on the table and NOTHING else. Oh, and the maid does is not included in the ration. The maid has to find her own food, NOT FROM YOUR WIFE"'S KITCHEN, mind you. If any little morsel goes missing, the maid gets the blame and has to pay it back.
5. When you have arguments, she brandishes the kitchen knife.
The psycho wife attacks you with a sharp object whenever you have an argument. If you have one on your birthday, expect not to be served dinner. If you have one too often, expect to be kicked out to your OWN house. And when you don't come back, expect her to call your mom and ask "Orang gila tu ada pergi sana tak?" and gloat over the fact that she managed to kick you out of your own house.
Need I say more? If ANY of these apply to your wife, trust me, she is a psycho. You might want to get her some help, or, even better, get your kids and RUN. Oh, and get that restraining order while you're at it.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Maybe KL doesn't really like to be in the dark?
My husband and I, along with our friends decided to go to The Lookout Point to watch the lights being turned off in KL in lieu of the Earth Hour (not before making sure all the lights at home are already switched off and reminding our families to switch theirs off at 8.30pm).
Obviously, we weren't the only people who had the idea. The place was so full that we figured we couldn't even reach up to the actual point and stopped halfway there since the view from that spot was nice too. Cars were aligned along the hill and people had already gathered at the good spots by the time we got there.
Anyway, suffice to say, the whole thing was disappointing. Very few people participated. The KLCC and KL Tower Buildings, of course, did their parts, as did some of the other office buildings around them but that was about it. Most others were either too ignorant or didn't care about the earth enough to do this one little thing.
It's sad that they wouldn't even shut off their lights for one measly hour in support of something so global, but I guess that's just the way it is.
Obviously, we weren't the only people who had the idea. The place was so full that we figured we couldn't even reach up to the actual point and stopped halfway there since the view from that spot was nice too. Cars were aligned along the hill and people had already gathered at the good spots by the time we got there.
Anyway, suffice to say, the whole thing was disappointing. Very few people participated. The KLCC and KL Tower Buildings, of course, did their parts, as did some of the other office buildings around them but that was about it. Most others were either too ignorant or didn't care about the earth enough to do this one little thing.
It's sad that they wouldn't even shut off their lights for one measly hour in support of something so global, but I guess that's just the way it is.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Hot Chocolate
There's absolutely nothing like a nice steaming mug of hazelnut hot chocolate on a rainy day to warm you up. Cuddling on the sofa alone, listening to the light pitter patter outside, with a warm mug in my hands, I take little sips, careful not to burn my tongue.
My heart is light today, thinking of the great things to come. Knowing very well that it won't be easy, knowing, anyway, that it won't take away the greatness of it. I've seen it before in other people. I envied them. I was scared for them. Now, I'm sitting here in a mix of excitement and anxiety.
I found what I was looking for and it isn't going to be cheap. It it certainly won't be a piece of cake. It won't be a walk in the park. But it'll certainly be ours. I'm sure of that, of how it's going to taste. As sweet as the warm chocolate sliding down my throat and settling into my tummy, making it feel warm and comfortable.
As sure as the smell of the rain that seeps into the house. As sure as how it mingles with the nutty, sweet smell of the drink cooling on the table in front of me.
I love this. I love that we're taking these steps. That we're moving on. That we're on the way to leading our own lives.
My heart is light today, thinking of the great things to come. Knowing very well that it won't be easy, knowing, anyway, that it won't take away the greatness of it. I've seen it before in other people. I envied them. I was scared for them. Now, I'm sitting here in a mix of excitement and anxiety.
I found what I was looking for and it isn't going to be cheap. It it certainly won't be a piece of cake. It won't be a walk in the park. But it'll certainly be ours. I'm sure of that, of how it's going to taste. As sweet as the warm chocolate sliding down my throat and settling into my tummy, making it feel warm and comfortable.
As sure as the smell of the rain that seeps into the house. As sure as how it mingles with the nutty, sweet smell of the drink cooling on the table in front of me.
I love this. I love that we're taking these steps. That we're moving on. That we're on the way to leading our own lives.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Light switches - check
Candles - check
Husband to cuddle with - check
By my account, I'm all ready for the Earth Hour 2009 this Saturday. Tell me if I missed anything out. ;p
If you don't know what that is (I doubt that), for one hour on 28 March 2009 from 8.30 to 9.30, people all over the world are going to turn off their (our) lights in a show of support for earth, or against global warming, whichever floats your boat.
So if you haven't decided to already, come join. If anything, it's a chance for you to get romantic with your husband/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend. :)
Go here if you want more details or if you are interested in signing up!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
My thoughts in a spin cycle
How do people manage to plan their lives so carefully? Some of the people I know have their whole future cut out for them in neat little cake-pieces. Pure science in forms four and five with amazing results for SPM. Medicine in the UK or Indonesia or India. Get married at 25. Move to Australia and practice medicine there. Specialise. Kids at 28.
My whole life has been unplanned, one surprise after another. I took sub-science in form four and physical science matriculation as soon as my SPM results came out, did above average, but discovered that the only thing I liked about science is math. Maybe I should have gotten a clue then and taken actuarial science or something, but I thought I loved the language more. Besides, I went to UiTM and took TESL with the very noble intention of teaching that which I love so much to other people so they could see the beauty of the language. Somewhere along the way, I found out that I was really bad at teaching and even better at writing. I met someone and got married, which was not in my "plans" as screwed up as they were. I always envisioned myself being a career woman and all successful before I got married, but here I am, still a fresh graduate, still looking to make life-changing decisions, but married already.
I enjoy writing. And yet, at work, watching all these economic and financial news, something in me stirred and I got really interested in all the numbers again. I started wondering to myself if I made a mistake in taking TESL, if I should have done something to do with math and gone into banking instead. But then if I did, I probably wouldn't have met the one man who I'd jump into marriage so fast with. I wouldn't have met the person who I can just cuddle with and not talk at all and be content. The person with whom I can strike up any old mundane topic and still have a great conversation.
24 is looming, just around the corner, in fact, and yet I am still a big huge mess. Trying to figure out what to do if I nail this next interview. If I want to wait for something better, or just go with it. If it's going to lead me where I want to be, or just have that potential to keep me there, wondering when I'll ever get out.
I watch those planners live out their lives, eating those neat little pieces with a fork. Cutting each piece up into even neater, smaller pieces before putting it in their mouths and they look happy and fulfilled and it seems as if they ARE going where they've planned.
Me, I'm just hanging on to this solero-shot of a life which takes me up and down and up and down so fast that those moments sometimes make my stomach turn and do flip flops in my belly.
Cheesy as it sounds, even though I would not be going through a lot of the dark spots in my life had I not gotten married, I know I wouldn't have gone through any of the bright spots either. And somehow, those bright spots outshine the dark ones so much so that just being with him, being together with this great person, I know I can get through everything. Having him be so confident and so sure of my abilities. Him just being there when things get tough. My practicum, my AE, I wouldn't have gotten through them as well as I did had he not been there with me all the while.
So I guess those people can keep their neat little cake-pieces and their coordinated, planned lives. Mine is a mess, but it's a beautiful mess. And someday, I think I'll turn out fine, because no matter what, I have him by my side.
My whole life has been unplanned, one surprise after another. I took sub-science in form four and physical science matriculation as soon as my SPM results came out, did above average, but discovered that the only thing I liked about science is math. Maybe I should have gotten a clue then and taken actuarial science or something, but I thought I loved the language more. Besides, I went to UiTM and took TESL with the very noble intention of teaching that which I love so much to other people so they could see the beauty of the language. Somewhere along the way, I found out that I was really bad at teaching and even better at writing. I met someone and got married, which was not in my "plans" as screwed up as they were. I always envisioned myself being a career woman and all successful before I got married, but here I am, still a fresh graduate, still looking to make life-changing decisions, but married already.
I enjoy writing. And yet, at work, watching all these economic and financial news, something in me stirred and I got really interested in all the numbers again. I started wondering to myself if I made a mistake in taking TESL, if I should have done something to do with math and gone into banking instead. But then if I did, I probably wouldn't have met the one man who I'd jump into marriage so fast with. I wouldn't have met the person who I can just cuddle with and not talk at all and be content. The person with whom I can strike up any old mundane topic and still have a great conversation.
24 is looming, just around the corner, in fact, and yet I am still a big huge mess. Trying to figure out what to do if I nail this next interview. If I want to wait for something better, or just go with it. If it's going to lead me where I want to be, or just have that potential to keep me there, wondering when I'll ever get out.
I watch those planners live out their lives, eating those neat little pieces with a fork. Cutting each piece up into even neater, smaller pieces before putting it in their mouths and they look happy and fulfilled and it seems as if they ARE going where they've planned.
Me, I'm just hanging on to this solero-shot of a life which takes me up and down and up and down so fast that those moments sometimes make my stomach turn and do flip flops in my belly.
Cheesy as it sounds, even though I would not be going through a lot of the dark spots in my life had I not gotten married, I know I wouldn't have gone through any of the bright spots either. And somehow, those bright spots outshine the dark ones so much so that just being with him, being together with this great person, I know I can get through everything. Having him be so confident and so sure of my abilities. Him just being there when things get tough. My practicum, my AE, I wouldn't have gotten through them as well as I did had he not been there with me all the while.
So I guess those people can keep their neat little cake-pieces and their coordinated, planned lives. Mine is a mess, but it's a beautiful mess. And someday, I think I'll turn out fine, because no matter what, I have him by my side.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Confessions of a Lunatic
One day, an 18-year old girl named Elisabeth Fritzl lost her right to live a normal life, forever. Lured down into the basement by her father, under the pretense of needing help to carry a few things, she was locked into the small room. It would be 24 years later before she would see the outside world in person again.
During those excruciatingly long 24 years, she was raped continuously by the very man who fathered her. She had 7 children by him.
A few months ago, with a rare stroke of luck, she was finally able to tell her story. Yesterday, the man who had imprisoned and tortured her all those years pleaded guilty to all charges, after initially denying some of them.
The reason for his change of heart? According to his lawyer:
He changed his mind after seeing his daughter testify in court. He saw her and finally saw how she really felt about those 24 years. And so, he decided to plead guilty.
Elisabeth and her children now live in a mental health institution.
I'm not going to question how it was that during those 24 years he never saw or knew how she felt. I'm not even going to question how someone gets so depraved that he would go that far.
All I want to say is that Elisabeth and those children are finally out of their man-made hell. Yet, I somehow doubt that they will ever truly be free.
During those excruciatingly long 24 years, she was raped continuously by the very man who fathered her. She had 7 children by him.
A few months ago, with a rare stroke of luck, she was finally able to tell her story. Yesterday, the man who had imprisoned and tortured her all those years pleaded guilty to all charges, after initially denying some of them.
The reason for his change of heart? According to his lawyer:
He changed his mind after seeing his daughter testify in court. He saw her and finally saw how she really felt about those 24 years. And so, he decided to plead guilty.
Elisabeth and her children now live in a mental health institution.
I'm not going to question how it was that during those 24 years he never saw or knew how she felt. I'm not even going to question how someone gets so depraved that he would go that far.
All I want to say is that Elisabeth and those children are finally out of their man-made hell. Yet, I somehow doubt that they will ever truly be free.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Apologies
I would like to convey my sincere apologies for yesterday's outburst. The entry was not meant for any of you. I was just really disappointed over the gall of some people and the great lengths they would go through to protect their pride. Lying seems to be something that just comes naturally, that happens without provocation or request.
What irks me is the fact that they would even go so far as to threaten the sanctity of a marriage in order to protect that pride. Coming from someone who I respect and look up to, it comes as an even harder hit than it would have had it just been someone I know just like that.
I'm not gonna go so far as to name the real problem or the person causing it here. After all, some things are meant to be kept as a secret right? Not between my husband and I, though. I tell him everything because I trust him and I made a promise to be truthful no matter what. So far, I believe I have kept that promise. So far, no one has fed me stories to tell him so that he would not know what is going on in my life. My problems are his, my family's are too and they love and care for him enough to trust him as much as I do.
Right now, all I'm hoping for is that Allah gives me the strength to get through this. I hope that the people who read this who care about me would doa for the same thing too.
Thank you, and I'm very sorry again.
What irks me is the fact that they would even go so far as to threaten the sanctity of a marriage in order to protect that pride. Coming from someone who I respect and look up to, it comes as an even harder hit than it would have had it just been someone I know just like that.
I'm not gonna go so far as to name the real problem or the person causing it here. After all, some things are meant to be kept as a secret right? Not between my husband and I, though. I tell him everything because I trust him and I made a promise to be truthful no matter what. So far, I believe I have kept that promise. So far, no one has fed me stories to tell him so that he would not know what is going on in my life. My problems are his, my family's are too and they love and care for him enough to trust him as much as I do.
Right now, all I'm hoping for is that Allah gives me the strength to get through this. I hope that the people who read this who care about me would doa for the same thing too.
Thank you, and I'm very sorry again.
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