Cheeks to Cheeks

I was reading some news and this article chance upon me: Sex Education at Kindergarten. Apparently the British (government) thinks 5 year olds are ready for a little education about the birds and bees. My daughter is turning 3 and I could not fathom the thought of having this talk in another 2 years. I was thinking 12. Wouldn’t you agree? Twelve would be an appropriate age.

I remember the school system in Malaysia, okay, I’ll have to rephrase that; the school I had attended failed miserably educating us on sex. I remember it vividly. I was 13 at that time. The school principle made an announcement over the the loud speaker, asking all the girls to file in lines and adjourn to the dining hall. We were then given a what they call “sex education” but it wasn’t about sex. We were basically told about the monthly companion and bodily changes. So much for sex education at Sekolah Sxx Ixxx. [Hmm, maybe my buddies from high school can chip in the details 'cos I could only remember bits and pieces.]

Anyway, for the British to mandate sex education at the Kindergarten, it just blew my mind away! What are your thoughts? I’m interested to know.

I have blogged about this mishap before in 2006 and it is déjà vu all over again. That post was p/w protected but it really doesn’t matter anymore. The same person, different location and the same embarrassment.

The guy who is in charge of the facility came barging in the room (unlocked the door with his set of keys) WHILE I was pumping. I heard the clinking of keys, the sound of a key inserted into the door knob…and the only thing I could do was brace (literally cowering my boobs) myself for the embarrassment. The only consolation I have is that my back was facing the door this time.

 I thought he would turn away and close the door the moment he hears my pump going “hee hee ho ho.” But, noooooooo, it was as though he was in a daze. That man stood there for good 3 secs while I tried to mutter, “Err…I’m in the middle of…” He was so clueless (blame it for being childless).

I couldn’t even pump more after that incident. My boobs refused to let-down. It was as tho’ the shock made the boobs sucked the milk back. Man, as I’m typing now, I’m still flustered.

Next time I really need to put a big sign on the door, “Do Not Open. Mommy at work,” ‘cos locking the door does not work.

Filing tax with the IRS is already confusing. Looky here! They are confusing us again by creating this. My eyes and head rolled and spun so much from reading this article. Can’t they just break it down into bullets point? Oh. I just realized it; they can’t. It’s their job to confuse ordinary folks like us.

Call it a computer glitch or something but I think they are gonna find a scapegoat to swallow this BIG FAT mistake. Oh, and one more thing: IRS, where the heck is my check?!

Just when you think it couldn’t get anymore slimmer, American Airlines jabbed its customers with a new price tag. I deem it as a ridiculous desperate plan: $15 for the first checked luggage. And they have the cheek to say it is cheaper than shipping a 45lbs bag overnight on a package delivery company.

When will this new price take effect? June 15th. Good luck traveling by air!

I try not to post stuff that are unrelated to Belle but I can’t help to put it her after reading this at The Star today.

Employers will face a RM10,000 fine if they fail to act or investigate complaints of sexual harassment at the workplace…

Dr Fong said the final draft of the amendments to the Act was submitted to the AG’s Chambers three months ago for approval before tabling it in Parliament.  

“I hope the AG’s Chambers will approve the amendments as soon as possible for us to move forward,” he said, adding that the Government viewed sexual harassment at workplaces as a serious issue. 

He said this, however, would not prevent the harasser or offender from being charged in court.  (Rajah, Devid; The Star 5/17/07)

Now, I’m really offended.

A co-worker had nothing better to do and told me about this. It is hilarious and you should try it with Google Maps.

Do this: 

Click on Get Directions

Put Boston as your starting Destination and London as End Address.

Voila! You will see your driving directions.

Did you see it? If not, go to step 5.

What the?!?

http://sfbay.craigslist.org/sby/act/301781611.html

This is the excerpt (in case it gets deleted):

how to flirt in Chinese? (mountain view)

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Reply to: comm-301781611@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-03-28, 12:36AM PDTHi,
after a few years’ learning written and spoken Mandarin, my conversational ability is pretty good for every-day conversation and dealing with the basic necessities of life in a foreign country, such as restaurants, hotels, taxis, etc.

So on a basic level, I’m looking for Chinese/English exchange.

But I’m ready for a more interesting challenge: learning the cultural nuances of flirting. I realize that this isn’t limited to spoken languge, but encompasses a wide spectrum of gestures and postures — body language.
But I’m sure there are also some interesting linguistic lessons, such as the Mandarin equivalent to “haven’t we met before?”

In exchange I could teach you some of the basics of flirting in English, US-style.

Shouldn’t matter too much, but in case you’re curious, I’m a pretty tall (over 6′), athletic 185 lbs, reasonably handsome American guy.
So I anticipate that our lessons should mimic reality fairly well if you are correspondingly cute.

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Today is Aug 31st, Malaysia’s 49th Merdeka (Malay: Freedom) Anniversary. So, I’m a bit late to celebrate it (remember, US is a day behind them); nonetheless, I tried to be a bit patriotic by reading news from home. My heart/hope was like our Jalur Gemilang (Malay: a fancy name given to our national flag, if you really want to know what it means, it is Shining Glorious Stripes) waving  boldly in the air. Then I read this. Damn, it went down so fast like someone who has E.D.

What the @#%^!!!

I try not to post anything unrelated to Belle in this site but this piece of news is too disheartening from the M’sian govt. One word sums it all: DISAPPOINTMENT.

To know what  is Mat Rempit, click here.

Something embarrassing happened to me yesterday. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry about it.

The place I work at does not have a lactation room. Everyday I’ll have to scurry around the building to look for an empty room (with a lockable door). For the past couple of months I have been using our VP of Finance’s office. She is now based half of her time in Taiwan as our company is trying to go IPO at Taiwan. Anyway, back to the story…

I went to pump quite late yesterday, around 4-ish. The door to her office is usually open for her departmental staff access. In I went and started to pump.

Ten minutes into pumping, I heard the door knob shook. I thought to myself, “Hmm..it’s okay, I’m sure they know I’m inside the room.” Then I heard muffled sound outside the door. Next thing I know I heard the lock on the knob turned. Next thing I know, I saw our VP of Operation, key in his hand and he was starring right at me.

I was flabbergasted!!! I didn’t know how to react. My voicebox clammed up. Then in came one of the Accounting ladies. She didn’t even know I was sitting there shirt up, baring my boobies!! Luckily or unluckily for me, I was holding on to both the pump sets that covers the titties a bit.

The VP of Operation quickly shifted aside. I think I saw him blushed a bit. As for that Accounting lady, aiyo, blur like sotong only! She came in, turned around and was “astonished” to see me sitting there. Then she said in Mandarin, “Oh, I don’t know you’re in here. I thought someone accidently closed this door.”

I was like, “Err….I THOUGHT you all know?!!!”

That lady closed the door quickly. Mind you, she was NOT outside the room when she closed it. I was like, “Er…why are you still inside here??” She said, “Hehe..sorry…sorry..I have to get the blank cheque. I will go after I get that.”

In my mind I was thinking out ‘loud’, “What the fark! You think you woman, I woman, you can just disregard my personal space…AND especially when my boobs are hanging out in front of you!!!” “Damn biatch! Get the cheque la…you better write compensation $$$ for me!” But then, I didn’t say those stuff la.

She got her blank cheque within 5 secs, went out and quietly closed the door behind her.

I tried to pump more after that but my milk just couldn’t flow out. I think the scare made my milk sucked back into my boobs. LOL! Sigh, just got a miserable 3-oz. Thanks to those celaka people!

Sigh, see la? Lidat oso can?! ‘Sit dei’ already…sniff sniff. I told my closest co-worker/friend about it and she laughed her head off. Guess who her manager is? It is the VP of Operation. SIGH!!!

Lesson learned: Do not assume that people know I’m in an empty room. From now on, I’m pasting a post-it note outside the door.