The Attention Whore

I have just started blogging again since quite a long lapse in entries.  I’d list down my usual excuses but that would be wasting time and right now, time is precious.

First and foremost, I’d like to make a belated congratulations wish to Juwita and Bard on the birth of their newborn boy, Amsyhar, last April Fool’s Day.  I know you didn’t want an April Fool’s baby, babe, but I guess sometimes God spices up our lives for a reason.  We just don’t know what the reasons are yet. ;-)  Good luck bringing up the two babies.  I’m sure they’ll turn out to be great kids as they are blessed with great parents like you guys!

Now, that’s that. 

This is something that has been on my mind a lot lately, especially since hearing the differences between Juwita’s experience delivering her second baby and her sister’s firstborn.  What I really want to talk about today, is the Malaysians’ mentality when it comes to health.

I spend a lot of my time hanging around a group of people who regularly work out that the gym, but it has always struck me that they consist majorly of Chinese.  Granted, there are some Malays, Indians and other races around, but you can count them with your ten fingers.

If given a choice, would you want to look like this?

Or like this?

I know, I know.  The comparison is too much.  We don’t really want ultimate perfection, but we do want some form of appreciation.

Where there is a will, there is always a way.

I find it sad that so many, especially Malays, are not willing to invest in an amount of sum towards a healthy lifestyle, but can spends hundreds and thousands on other things that are supposedly "better" investments.  I know we all have our priorities, but isn’t our health and well-being one of them?

Is it because of the money?  Because if you think about it, exercising does not really cost that much.  If you can’t afford going to the gym, you can at least spare some time in the mornings or evenings walking, jogging or just doing any activity that constitutes as exercise.  If we want to give excuses related to time, that excuse can be given till we’re on our death bed.  And by then, it would be too late to make any difference.

If it is because of the money, does that mean Malays are generally poorer than Chinese?  Because the majority of the people I see working out everyday at the gyms or walking or jogging around in the parks, are mostly Chinese.  (Perhaps I only ever go to those that frequented by Chinese???)  So, the Chinese can afford to spend money going to the gyms and spare some time exercising but the Malays cannot?  Why is that so, ya?  Is the price of health too high a price to pay for us Malays?

Talking specifically about the Malays, it has always made me feel sad that they are still so conventional when it comes to issues regarding health and exercise.  Being conventional would not be such a bad excuse, but most of the time that is not the case.  Most people are just plain lazy and miserly.  But the worse is that some Malays friends I know can spend so much money on all those artificial slimming products and diets, when a small amount of time on exercise is all they need to make themselves happier with their overall physical well-being.

I guess some people will forever give excuses on why they have no time to exercise just as I always give excuses for not updating my blog regularly.  But sometimes I can’t help but wish that some of us can sit down for a while, list down the priorities in our lives and invest in just a little bit more on things that should come first before others, especially health.

I’m not good at preaching values through written form, but I just want to say this : People, life shouldn’t always be about money or making money.  Think about it.

I got myself a new hair colour.  Was pretty happy about it.  But now the colour washes out everytime I wash my hair.  Not too sure if that is good.  Tried using all those hair clolourstay shampoo, conditioner and stuff, but I guess my hair is just the type that keeps dripping colour everytime I wash my hair.

The haircut was done quite some time ago.  It used to be much, much shorter.  Now it has grown out  bit.

It’s supposed to look purplish maroon with pink highlights, but now it has become brown with blonde highlights.  It’s beginning to look like a wig.  I feel like a cartoon character from one of those anime series we see on TV.=P

I sooo bloody don’t want to be one!!!  Hell, there’s nothing wrong with being a spinster, but being a freaking one is bloody frightening.  God!  If I didn’t know any better, I think I’m on the verge if being one!  Okay, okay…  I know I’m not that OLD, but I am generally older than the group of people I hang around with!  And being around them more and more each day, makes me realise, that time bloody hell is freaking not waiting for me!

Haiyaaa…  Maybe it’s just PMS, but lately I tend to go through this phase where you know you’re surrounded by so many people, yet you still feel so alone?  I just hope it’s because of the super hectic work schedule I’m stuck with the next couple of months and not some pathetic depression stage I’m going through right now.

I am so acting like a freakin’ spinster nowadays, especially at work.  The cat definitely did not bite my tongue!  Almsot anything and everything can come out of my mouth without considering what the other party or other people will feel about it.  Sometimes I know I will  regret saying what I want to say, but I still say it anyway.

When I look back at the things I have said and done, they are so typical of what I hate in spinsters.  I hate it when other people call us, ladies, spinsters.  But I, myself label my own sisters that way!  And now, I am being exactly like those people I always bitch about!  How lar!!!

I’ve never resented the fact that I’m a carefree, aging, to-hell-what-others-think single lady.  Rather than succumb to social pressure and be stuck with someone you will regret choosing for the rest of your life, singlehood is a pretty safe zone to be in.

But I’m still a normal full-blooded female, with all the spices in between!  No, not desperate to be married at the moment, but there are just times I wish I could have someone I can call or be with any minute, any second of the day when I suddenly feel this OVERWHELMING loneliness!

Maybe ****ing someone would be a good idea.  But then again, that would definitely make it even worse instead of better!  Besides, I’m not THAT desperate yet.  Just something I felt like saying…

Okaylar Azyei, quit all this self pity, dump your job and gym obligations for the meantime and get a social life!!!  I bloody, fucking hell WISH!!!