Marsha Maung: I write. I love. I live

I would like to reflect a little about life today. When one is in his or her childhood and toddlerhood, life is all about loving and depending on the people you trust. Life is a beach. Damn fun. Nothing to worry about except to cry when you are hungry and uncomfortable. Life is simple. You mom and dad or others who love you become your solid foundation. You learn the basic foundation of living a full life. Life = simplicity When one is in his or her teenage years, life becomes complicated. You learn that you want to have your own way but sometimes, that is not what you get. You have hormones. You have erections at the most inappropriate moments. You think guys are hot, but they suck at the same time. You begin to look around for someone to complete you because you have been reading too many romance books and watching too many hopeful romantic bollock movies. Life becomes a search for the 'someone'. Life = Love and Happiness When one is in his or her twenties, you star...

The other day, I went out to get my latest TVB DVD (original wan, ok?) and there was this massive parking problem (what's new) so, I double-parked, put my hazard's light on and pull out a business card to put on the windshield. I open car door. I step out of the door, I close door, I beeped the door close.  "Hey, Miss!! Miss!!!' someone shouted at me. I looked over at the CD (illegal seller. No, I don't buy from people like that) seller who was frantically pointing behind me.  "You forgot to pull handbrake ah!!" The car was inching forward, silently, like a predator...nose first towards the car in front.  Oh Fug!!! I think I tried to hold the car back with my sheer strength for a while while jabbing at the 'open door' button on the car keys, half hop in and yanked the handbrake up like my life depended on it. Well, in a way, my life DID depend on that act itself.  Breathing a sigh of relief, I got out of the door, locked it again...

For the life of me, politics should never be a part of the green movement. I am very big on going green, eating organic, recycling and re-using things that I can. I am a big hater of wastage (including money) because no one benefits from it. At the start of this year, one of my resolutions was to be even more green than I was before. And the things that I have done this year includes:- Cooking appropriate amount of food when need to eat Recycle bottles and paper too. Previously, my focus was on cans Bring own shopping bag . My full support goes out to the state governments implementing the 'no plastic day' on Saturdays but I think the charged RM0.20 per plastic bag should go towards research and stuff like that, instead of it going into the shopping center's pockets. Stopped using the clothes dryer because it consumes heckuva lot of energy. Well, I use it for emergencies like...forgetting to wash kids' uniform and run out of it for tomorrow's school day...

I know I have posted something like this before but back then, I think it was more along the lines of purchasing very expensive and unnecessary ladies' accessories. I am thinking, fine, if you want to purchase all these luxury items and you have the money for it, then be my guests. Not my money, not my worry. I've got kids to worry about already. But recently, someone told me about this girl who is in her mid-twenties who does not like to work (scoff!!) but like to have luxury items. Her lifeline to this kind of lifestyle is to marry a rich man. Someone who will provide for her financially and then whenever he needs a good bang under the sheets, she is there. I hate to sound so crude but it's true. I mean...that is the work of a prostitute!! Not a wife or girlfriend or whatever. I think we should be more aware of the fact that people actually have to work hard to get money and if you have the money to buy luxury items, fine. If not, then you go Petaling Street and g...

Sure...life is tough. Marriage is tough. Being a grown-up is tough. But kids are kids. You don't do things to destroy their belief system. I just read this story and just can't seem to help the bile from piling up into my throat. Couple found dead after a fight in Singapore . I mean, we are all grown-ups and there is a grown-up way to deal with things, isn't there? How is it OK to have the children witness such brutality and unkindness. We don't need to shield their eyes from the horrible things that happens with human existence but at the very least, we can still show them that it is OK and there is always a way to work things out, right? I don't know. There was another case in Malaysia that happened recently. A man had an argument with his wife because he thinks that the wife is having an affair. He orders the kids to sleep, kills his wife (maybe the other way around, who knows?) and then hangs himself, waiting for the kids to make the gruesome find the next...

I love being a mom, although that's not what I thought when I was growing up. There is no part of motherhood that I detest...except for the laundry, maybe. However, being a mom is one of the most difficult thing in the world. CEOs and corporate ladder climbers, step aside. You ain't seen nothing yet. You think you have it all tough and your boss is an arse. But once you become the mother, sometimes you are the arse. Why? Because there is an all-consuming fear and worry about the state of health and happiness of your child(ren). You want to protect them from the world. You are the protective shield between everything that  is wrong in this world and your child. And you are only human. Too bad that you are only human, eh? This instinct can destroy the best of us because when one spends so much time dealing with such extensive protective feeling, it wears you down and you forget that your own happiness and ability to relax is waning. You no longer feel like a superhuman beca...

Do you now what is the saddest thing about growing up? The saddest part about becoming an adult is that despite the fact that we grow up and grow old physically, our inner child never ages. In every single one of us, there lives an inner child waiting to be pampered silly, have fun and live life to the fullest. As we go through life's challenges, overcome them, learn from them, our inner child lives on, waiting. The reason why some of the modern folks today have so much difficulty in coming to terms with themselves is that their inner child lives on in a dark, cold, damp locked-up room with its legs strapped tightly under lock and chain. We never let the inner child speak because we are not supposed to. To hell with that – to the outside world, if our inner child was a real person, that would firmly be classified as a case of child abuse. No matter what it is that we do with life, we have to have a small moment of repose and have a sit-down session with our inner child whereb...

Not everyone understands that Twittering, tweeting or twitting or whatever is a type of blogging. It's called micro-blogging because you continue to say what you want to say but in micro-style. Long, long, long, long, long time ago, I used to spend a lot of time thinking of things to say/write in my blog and most of them are well-thought-out stuff that crossed my mind. It was a hobby that I relished because it was fun and I didn't have to care about what people said....well, mainly because not a lot of people were online then. Hey, we're talking about 12 years ago, alright? Anyway, today, everyone's online. I've got my nieces and my kids online too and I have to be more careful about what I say online. The only other person who is not online is my dad who pretends to be an online kind of person by checking emails and having a Facebook account that does not have a profile picture and an account he does not update. Tweeting has actually hurt the way I blog becau...

Something is wrong with the internet service today. I can't work like this. Some pages load, some don't. I can't do my research and everything's like....screwy. So, if you are my client and reading this, I am sorry. Please forgive me because I am going to head out and give someone a bad time. Over and out. I don't even know if this blog post is going to 'make it' out.

I don't get it, I just don't. For the whole world to know, yes, I am somewhat a paranoid workaholic who can't leave work alone even when I am home. Oh, wait. Work IS at home. But that is the problem. So, being a workaholic should mean that I am the kind who breezily wakes up smiling, with a little jaunt and hop, I skip to the bathroom, brush my teeth, wash my face and then the world opens up to me like a friggin' curtain...the show starts. But no. Ever since I was young, one of the biggest problems with me is waking up in the morning regardless of what time I go to sleep. I don't know what's wrong with me! I have this stupid five-more-minutes nemesis that I can never beat. This evil nemesis wins EVERY SINGLE TIME! And every morning, it pops its head around and cajoles me with the five-minutes-more routine. I hate it because five minutes never means five minutes. It always means thirty minutes or one whole hour. I remember being a teenager and being yanke...

Handcuffed image We didn't have a name for it back then but now we do. Here's what happens. A bunch of robbers storm into a bank and hold the clerks captive. The captors refuse to negotiate with the cops, so, the captors and captives remain within the vicinity of the bank for a couple of days. The robbers were not completely bad because they shared their drinks, cigarettes, blankets, food and conversation might even get a little personal. Captive: Can I have a drink, please? Robber: Sure, we have Diet Coke and Lemonade. Captive: Can I have a Diet Coke? Robber: (hands over said preferred drink) Yeah, I prefer that one too. Can never stand the lemon stuff or Captive: Why are you doing this? Robber: My wife's pregnant and my kid's got cancer. What ELSE can I do? At the end of fifth day, the cop-and-robber dance ends when the cops ambushes the robbers and saves the victims. The hostage situation comes to an end. The funny thing is that the captives are neve...

My client has this amazing QR Code system that lets you create QR Codes and then track the system. I don't have a smart phone (because of health reasons, believe it or not - I will be 24/7 online if I had one) so, I can't scan it. Can you please scan the code and follow the link on your cell phone so that I can see some movement in the tracking system? I owe you cheesecake if you do. :-)

I've read this one before but my Aunt Angie sent me this via email today. I read it again and laughed till I was shaking. Hope it gives you the same kind of feel-good. Marriage(Part I )     Typical macho man married typical good-looking lady, and after the wedding, he laid down the following rules:     "I'll be home when I want, if I want and at what time   I want -- and I don't expect any hassle from you.    I expect a great dinner to be on the table unless   I tell you that I won't be home for dinner.   I'll  go hunting, fishing, boozing, and card-playing   when I want with my old buddies, and don't you   give me a hard time about it.   Those are my rules.  Any comments?"                   His new bride said:   "No, that's fine with me.  Just understand that there will be sex   here at seven o'clock every night...whether you're here or not...

I know it's so damn cruel to do this and I am a woman, I should be standing on the side of the woman but hell...you can't stand by a woman when the woman has no brains and dignity. If there is one thing I hate most about people, it would be this: they lie, they cheat, they say things to get their own way and are not responsible for their actions. This is a radio clip of Chris dumping Ashley on air because she cheated on him. It's so damn cruel but you know what? She deserved it. But that is only my opinion, that's all. Did YOU think Chris went too far?