I pity those who came knocking on random doors

It is quite common to have outsiders coming on to us, knocking on our doors, especially during semester holidays. These outsiders are book agents/salespersons, insurance agents and err..probably just those two categories. Perhaps I’ve left out another one or two. I’ll just chip in the extras if I could recall any later.

The reason am writing on this piece? People are simply annoyed.

We are suspicious at first wondering how on earth they manage to slip in, wandering from one faculty to another. Guess they have asked permissions from those up there before committing their act of pursuing happiness..err..I mean pursuing people.

One thing that we need to remember, they can never force us into buying things that we do not need. Hold on. Sometimes they do sell things that worth buying. However, we can always say no. Nicely.

I do agree though that sometimes their awkward, harsh attempts on stepping into our offices annoy us to huge extend. A colleague once recalled her experience with an agent who insolently pushed her door open without knocking. Given just a second or two of her to say anything, the agent simply put his files on the desk and with such pride, declared that he, yes he needs only 5 minutes of her time to explain insurance packages.

Long story short, these so-called agents are like plague that people tend to run away from. Simply locking their doors, saying nothing whenever anyone knocks on the door.

There are nice ones though, am telling you. Most of them actually. Imagine their apparent vulnerability, having equipped beforehand of the 110% rejection from each prospective customer. Of course they are nervous, especially the amateurs.

I detest anybody who is rude in his/her effort to push the agents away.

In my opinion, simply be nice to them. If you already have the things they are trying to sell to you, say so. If you don’t and you are not interested, say no politely. There are many nice, well-mannered ways that we can imply that ‘I don’t want it’ or ‘Sorry, I am busy’ without hurting these outsiders.

Like I said;

I pity those who came knocking on random doors.

London riot: A display of The End of Humanity

Dear Asyraf,

My heart twitched watching you in the clip. My eyes glued to the screen; praying that you are better now.

You must be scared to death; while you were bleeding, sore and hurt like hell, all of a sudden a gang of well-built boys surrounded you. Perhaps at first you were relief that they came offering help. How on earth would you know that they only came to rob you! It is indeed a sickening world!

Since the embark of London riot a few days ago, we over here in Malaysia have been contacting families members and friends in hope of continuous safety.

I pray for your speedy recovery, dear.

Read the details more here and here.

Just breathe

Dear Diary,

It is quite fun today. Someone whom I know a very strong willed person, rarely succumb to any sort of challenges; finally admits defeat. It must be the hot weather or something cos’ he’s been looking all gloomy throughout the day, makes him snapped and there you have it; white flag soaring high in the sky!

Thing is, there’s nothing wrong in admitting that you have weaknesses, or admitting that you have made a mistake.

I have two types here. One; a guy who seems to think he is built out of steel that just the touch of his fingertip would shake if not the world, the water. Lol. Someone who rarely, I repeat rarely says no to things. Two; a lady who is a whiner, attached to her weakness til the day she finally understands the words ‘Get a grip!’.

So. Let’s talk about type Number Two. Like I said earlier, it is OK to admit your weaknesses. Just don’t overdo it. I have the privilege of knowing the lady, whom I would safely name her Joyah. Joyah is an example of someone who goes overboard in admitting her flaws again and again, and again. She is quite known of this flaw of hers (let’s just focus on one for now shall we) and it is quite safe for me to say that we (aka friends) tend to help her whenever she comes across having this flaw getting in the way. Yet instead of trying to improve or do something about this repairable weakness, Joyah does nothing but self-loathing herself. Saying over and over again how she STILL can’t do it. I don’t know about others, but gees, she drives me nuts. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a sweet lady, but whenever she does that, I’d be running away in split second.

It’s a reminder really to myself. About balance in life. When you can’t do it, when you have flaws; try to deal with it. Improve. It’s important.

I read somewhere that admitting weakness and vulnerability portrays us as a human and hence encourages others (who know they have weaknesses too) to be sympathetic and to bond more closely with us.

It is not wrong at all when at some point in life we are beginning to feel frustrated and angered that we take some time to think first and relax. That exactly what has happened to type Number One.

I was pretty naughty I know that I grinned sheepishly at him, resisting myself from saying ‘Told you to take it easy’.

Let’s face it. We all need to be reminded that it is OK to slow down.

Just breathe.

If you forget me

*Thanks Elviza, for that one powerful poem by Pablo Neruda; has haunted me.

The moment I clicked that 'Play' button in her entry, I was hooked. Perhaps the words, the voice, the background music; I wept. 'Tonight I could write the saddest lines' is one of the honest, deep love poems I've ever encountered.

Here I am now, listening to Madonna.

All I want is..

Dear blog,

By the time I finally met you and did my ritual, I noticed that I have turned you into a video blog; which was never my intention in the beginning. However, sometimes songs deliver what can't be expressed by spoken (mind you, written) words.



It is what I am feeling. It is so raw I can even taste it. No matter what I do I feel the pain. Putting the hideous sight of those five boys aside (JT didn't know what he was doing don't ya think? Lol), it's tearing me apart considering the fact that I can't see beyond..'now'.

Here's the problem. We are living in a community where books are judged by their covers. A community where normality is a way of life where being a bit out of norm is a question mark.

I don't expect people to understand of course.

People would question, "Is that the right thing to do, Suria?" or, or "See the whole picture, open your heart to the possibilities" and the best one would be "Come on, time will tell, just give it a shot". Easy for you to say!

It's all jumbled up; my mental jigsaw puzzle. I can see there are so missing pieces that I have to grit my teeth and take a deep breath.

I'll manage, believe me. But in the meantime....

just take me away to Agra and I'll be free!



I miss you, b.