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The day racism rule the world

sourrain — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 11:39:54 +0000

Hmmmmm……..

The EU elections were held last week – this is where citizens of EU countries come together and vote for their MEP (Member of European Parliament). These MEP then gets to attend European Parliament discussions in Brussels so they can pass mostly silly regulations, i.e. bananas cannot curve above a certain degree. As a citizen of a commonwealth country, I have been on the electrol roll for some time now – I feel strongly that all citizens should vote, legislation permitting. I always ensure that I cast my vote, irregardless of whether I actually know the candidates.

So it is with trepidation that this morning I woke up to the news that the BNP has won one seat out of Yorkshire’s 6; not because more people voted for them, but due to the proportionate voting practise. What this means that even though the people who voted for them are actually LESS compared to previously, they are getting seats due to the fragmanted voting stemming from Labour’s absolute failure in keeping it together.

What will this now mean to me?

The British National Party (BNP) is a far-right white nationalism political party. According to its constitution, the BNP is “committed to stemming and reversing the tide of non-white immigration and to restoring, by legal changes, negotiation and consent the overwhelmingly white makeup of the British population that existed in Britain prior to 1948 (there was a large influx of Jamaican & Indian immigrants post-1948) .” The BNP also proposes “firm but voluntary incentives for immigrants and their descendants to return home.”

Get the drift?

What was even scarier was in the last elections, the BNP came within FIVE votes of winning the local councillor seat of where I am. And the BNP is actually in power in Morley, where we lived when I first moved to the UK. I am now questioning my voting practices – should I vote for the party that I believe in, or should I just vote for the party that is most likely to win, as long as it keeps those racist out of the main seat? Is it due to me (and others with my mindset) that the BNP are now being sent to the European Parliament to represent the UK? Should I even vote for a party that I do not agree with, just so another party that I dislike even more is prevented from representing the people?

I think it’s now come to a point where I wonder why I even vote, as every step I take seems to be pushing the country closer to being run by a triumphant band of facists. Should I just not bother, that way it wouldn’t be my fault when the racists comes into power? Are we doomed anyway, irregardless of who we vote?

And bacon wonders why I want to move. Why I will never feel 100% comfortable in the area that we live in. I have managed to bury my slight distaste for the people of where I live with overwhelming enthusiasm on discovering new things…but for how long more? Bacon denies that we are living in one of the most racist area in the whole county – but that is probably out of love for the place that he grew up in rather than with his eyes wide open. He always says its ok, ‘they mean no harm’ . No it’s not funny, and it’s really not ok. It is easy to ignore things when you look like a poster boy for the aryans.

I honestly don’t know how long more can I continue to ignore the blatantly sneering racist politics of where I live.

Disclaimer: I must add that I do not experience racism on a daily basis (i.e. not being served in shops ect) and people that I work with and communicate with on a daily basis are not racist as far as I’m aware. Most of the people in Leeds are very nice actually, if sometimes slightly grumpy .

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Sad in the city

sourrain — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 10:07:39 +0000

It is pathetic, but day 3 at home and I am feeling progressively depressed. Maybe its the weather, maybe its the non-occuring of anyhting exordinary, but this is probably the one trip I sort of wished that I was back in the UK. I kinda knew coming here that I’m going to be slightly depressed, maybe it’s a self-fufilling prophecy. The economic downturn have really reared its ugly head, and there are just so many people who are sorely affected by this. Companies retrenching, clients not paying back their money, all hiring frozen…the list goes on. It doesn’t look like anyone are even able to leave their jobs (if they have one) as there are just no new jobs going.

When the going gets tough, it gets really really tough. Unlike the social security world of western societies, the government here couldn’t be bothered less if you are penniless, jobless and homeless. So there. This just increases the level of criminal behaviour…everywhere I look, the suburbs are now graced with security guard huts and huge barriers to add as a deterrent to the opportunistic robbers in these times of turnmoil. The funny part is that the people’s representative even commented that because of all this mini-securityland blossoming, robbers are going to target those that have yet to fork out to have their area guarded 24 hours- namely, the house that I grew up in.

So many thoughts floating inside my messed up head that I really should sieve through before even trying to put them into context.

Oh well. Things should perk up abit as I head off for some much needed R&R next week, and the week after we’ll probably be heading up towards Singapore…I feel the need to get bacon out of the country, even though he did say that he didn’t mind staying inland as long as we get to F1 this weekend. He’s now sat outside with the ipod Touch on sudoku with a beer in his hands, waiting for me to snap out of it.Bless..

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Surviving fate

sourrain — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 09:32:36 +0000

Being on the jobhunting trail for the tail-end of 2008, the amount of jobs that are dissapearing from the market became blatantly obvious to me. A couple of interviews that I went to has had the jobs pulled after I’ve been interviewed, and the amount of new jobs coming into the market have shrunk significantly from July. Denial is no longer an option, as those who have been made redundant will tell you. Any pay rises are now viewed with shock rather than blatant expectation. Every week another retailer collapses and another couple of hundred joins the queues for dole. I have had friends made redundant with only one week’s notice and one week’s pay, which in this climate amounts to nothing.

I was reading a BBC article over the weekend, highlighting the ‘plight’ of the jobless graduates who are unable to find roles in the field that they majored in. One of their ‘advise’ to current students was to gain as much experience as possible before graduation. My first reaction was what sort of dumb-asses graduate from UK universities anyway? Isn’t this what you’re supposed to do irregardless, credit crunch or not? Just to gain experience, in my senior year I worked for free as an syst admin , before getting a paid role as a syst admin….at well above minimum wage, which was shocking. My view is that you need to be willing to take a step backwards or sidewards to get forward. Working for no-pay meant I was essentially making a loss as I still have to slot time to work and also petrol to take me there and back. However, the experience that I gained got me my paid role , where I proceeded to sit in the server room and just mess around basically.

In my short spaced career (or lack of it!) I have done numerous roles that on the face of it looks completely irrelevant to each other. From admin to compliance, audit, purchasing, market intelligence, product management – I have now come a full circle and am staring at database programming again, something that I never thought I would ever come back to when I left California five years ago (gasp!). It just seems that I am just depending on whatever skills (rusty or not) I can to get along, and if it wasn’t for the fact that I apparently know SQL, I wouldn’t be here. I thank all the people that took a chance on me and hired me based on my willingness to learn rather than concrete skills that ‘should’ already come with the job. For me life is a learning process, and moving sideways or backwards is ok as long as you are still learning.

On the other hand, I also know of many people that are hell-bent on practising what they majored in. This meant remaining in an industry that no longer excite them, or even worse, not having a job at all due to the economy or the downward spiral in their chosen field. And yet they continue waiting – blaming everyone else but themselves for not making themself marketable and being inflexible with their careers. There are always things to learn from even jobs that you hate, and unless you learn to embrace it and enjoy things whilst it last,

Maybe I believe in fate, but I have always treated life like a game of cause and effect, a bit like dominoes if you like. If I did not do this, that would not have happened ect. and therefore there are very few regrets in my life. For example, If I did not get made redundant, I would be still doing something that I have started to lose all interest in…and in this economic climate, would probably have hung on to the job that I had started to hate for the next few years. I would not have gotten off my ass to do something ,be offered the secondment job, which in turn got me this current role. I was reluctant to apply for the initial role advertised as well, as I did not feel I ticked all the boxes, especially the programming box. In turn, that job that I got interviewed for got canned, and I was offered this role instead. And this, I believe, is fate.

In the few years before I met bacon and moved across the world, I had on occasions questioned my sanity in canning my move to Paris, after being accepted at one of the best universities in Paris for language studies and not having to worry about money. A good life for a bum…stress-free student lifestyle compared to the maniac life that I carved out for myself overworking in KL. And then it all became clear. If I went, I wouldn’t have met the friends that continues to enrich my life today, worked the hard life that gave me financial independence nor met bacon.

So go out there and take a chance on yourself and fate.

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back to work blues

sourrain — Mon, 05 Jan 2009 20:56:35 +0000

Like nearly everyone else on earth – today’s my first day back at work. Coupled with first day jitters and negative temperatures it wasn’t the best of start. And the worse was the fact that my bus was late by 50 minutes this morning, which means I didn’t get to work until 9.50am, on my first day in my new job. Excellent start.

After being sick until the 30th of Dec, I was glad that I was fine when an old friend visited from London from NYE. Would not have otherwise been able to chat nonstop for 4 days . And hey, officially my first friend from KL to pay me a visit!! How great is that! After all the fong fei kei (literally translated from Cantones to ‘letting go of the aeroplane’; better described as promises broken) from lots of friends from KL, the curse have been broken! True, she had not lived in KL for many years now and has just actually moved permanently to London, but am just pretty pleased that the curse of no visitors have been broken! Yay!! We did loads of shopping and just mainly lots of chatting and catching up – after 5 years of living in different countries and only sporadic contact.

I will get over my depression and be back soon to tell you more about egypt, the land of shitholes.

(maybe new year’s resolution should be to stop swearing – can’t really help it with Egypt)

Leaving you with some pixs…

The nativity scene set inside a pineapple in the hotel. Don’t know what’s up with the handbag and the cow – and what looks like a goat. Thought it was sheeps??

The corn-on-cob that was so dried out (gone bad) that it actually popped like pop corn when grilled. Looks like what I used to offer the hamster.

The fab chandelier inside Muhammad Ali Mosque.

Carved watermelons

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The I-am-sick-of-pregnant-people post..

sourrain — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 21:07:07 +0000

I have refrained from blogging this for a long, long time. So you are probably not aware that I am surrounded by pregnant woman and baby lovin people. My current desk? I took it over from someone who went off on maternity and delivered a bouncing baby boy.She, in turn, took it over from someone else who left for 1 year’s maternity leave. The chair I’m sitting on is some special pregnant woman’s chair..it has an air pump thingymajig (you know, like the rubber pump on the thingymajig that the doctor uses to check your blood pressure) attached to the back of the chair. And hand rests as well – none of the other chairs have that.

Then a few weeks ago, the woman that sits opposite me announced that she is 12 weeks pregnant (we shall call her pregnant1). Two days later, we had someone else join the team and was sat next to me. She, is also……suprise, suprise, pregnant(we shall call her pregnant2). Not sure if this is the right word, but she is more pregnant than the one that sits in front of me. Then today, our friends in Penang welcome a cutie bouncing baby girl named Cerys.

Yesterday me and pregnant2 was up at the starbucks counter getting tea and some food to feed the one eating for two. She’s developing a taste for toast spread thickly with peanut butter, chocolate spread and butter, you see. One of our mutual acquantaince came up to us and announced that she too, is pregnant. Pregnant2′s little babe was tumbling around her tummy during lunch time and she asked me to feel it….and I realised it was really the first time I am feeling a baby in someone’s stomach for a very very long time – I think the last time I remember doing this was probably when my brother was in the womb!! I must admit tho, feels quite cool! The baby is just like…floating. No idea what I thought it would feel like to be honest. Today, pregnant2 found out that someone else she knows is pregnant. When I was out at lunch with my other, thankfully not family inclined friends, they told me that someone that we used to work with is also, PREGNANT. Oh, what a suprise.

Back to pregnant1. Her stepdaughter (!!! I know…so weird, but I swear pregnant1 is under 35 yr old !!!) gave birth to baby twins a few months ago. Further down our bank of desk, someone’s wife gave birth about 6 months ago. When I first joined the team less than 3 months ago, one of the guys were off with paternity.

Closer to home, bacon’s brother’s wife is also pregnant. Her best friend is also due to give birth in a few days/weeks time I think. Bacon’s friend’s wife is also pregnant again – they already have 3 very very annoying boys. So is my loyal reader Mrs Arskey. Pregnant I mean, not ready to deliver nor have 3 annoying boys..hehe.

OMG OMG OMG OMG. PLEASE tell me what on earth is happening to the world!!!! I am at the point now where I just go..sigh…not another one with a bun in the oven. So if any one of you is pregnant…please break the news to me now…whilst I can still take it. Not much longer..I reckon I am going to just work with single men from now onwards. Unfortunately, I also know that my soon-to-be boss has just came back from her year long maternity a few months ago.

This all is either going to make me feel broody or just turned off from having kids ever. EVER.

Still think my new god son is a cutie pie tho…stolen off his mommy’s blog

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The sites of my life

sourrain — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 12:21:45 +0000

We all know we can’t live without the internet and information-on-demand services. But have you thought about what sites you cannot remember doing without? This has been on my mind for some time…and here is my list:

gmail.com (or googlemail!)
This is my all-time no.1 favourite. I have had email addresses with various providers for more than 10 years now (eeeek!)….but gmail changed my life. From the unlimited storage space to the clever search function, I cannot imagine life without gmail. My life is there, from scanned copies of passports, visas and university certs to email addresses of all the lovely people that’s touched my life. I regularly do a search for CV, Address and Passport – as long as you titled you emails properly, you’ll always find what you’re looking for!

flickr.com PRO
It is fast, it is easy, its the photo album documenting my life. The best money I’ve ever splurged out online was for flickrPRO. I have thousands of pictures there, charting my life for the past 5 years. I have instant access to pictures from any computer that has internet access, and I’m loving it. I cannot imagine living without flickr, and earth would be a very sad (and less colorful) place indeed without my flickr.

Paypal
Financial services made easy! It’s only in the past two years that I accepted the power of Paypal – previously I only thought that it was the domain of the ebay crazy. I’m even using it as a savings and expenses account – accepting payments and using it to fund my various harebrained ideas. I’ve earned enough to buy me a camera for this year, but am going to just hold on to it until christmas. In the meantime…the money continues rolling in…

sourrain.comWithout sourrain.com, there would be no need for flickr.com or paypal. Nuff said

wikipedia
The world’s information portal. My first port of call for the random ideas and things that pop into my head on a daily basis – from what is a wifebeater to sewing machines. Brilliant.

I tag all those who are as geeky as me….like magges, moo, dree and lisa … and of course any other geeks out there!

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reviewing 2007

sourrain — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 11:31:38 +0000

Last year I made resolutions for the first time in my life…listing out items that I would like to finish in the 365 days. Now that it is the end of my time limit….how did I do? Well, let’s see…

Home
To finish decorating the house to resemble a home. To plot escape route and possibly move countries. Two totally contradicting resolutions, but it will be either one or the other.
To plant a tree and start a brand new garden. Planting my friends’ favourite plants and flowers always reminds me of them,if you want to be reminded, tell me what your flower is!

Result: Finished decorating (somewhat) but now no chance to escape at all. Planted a cherry tree but no chance of a new garden.

Self
To lose 5+kg and return to the gym. Start Yoga lessons to correct posture and internal peace
To make an effort to go out more often and love my friends more.To appreciate the friends I keep and cease-and-desist those not worth keeping (like slash and burn). To get over the sickening feeling of homesickness.

Result: More like +10kg. Never saw the inside of a gym. Started Pilates classes, but that quickly went to pot when the instructer keeps failing to turn up. Slash and burn worked.

Hobbies
To make salt dough creations. Finish my origami book with all it’s examples.Take massage classes. Cook proper Malaysian dishes instead of the same old easy student-y dishes. Conquer the art of making Nasi Lemak. Take more photos and get a SLR for more hobbyist shots.

Result: Salt dough did not go further than buying a book. Origami book is still in progress. Am now a qualified Indian Head Massage practitioner.Cooking wise, I had vastly improved over the past 365 days, and have grown to be very adventurous ingreddients wise. I had learn to trust my tingling tastebuds when imagining recipies. Made Nasi Lemak amongst other things. Got an SLR but life got in the way of taking more pictures.

Travel
Would be happy in Ibiza (target time – April). Or if ££ permitting, Phuket with the girls and boy. Get to Glastonbury in end June. Bring parents around UK in July.A longer trip back to KL – preferably with an island break.

Result: Done Ibiza in May. Got to Glastonbury in June and came back nearly in tears with the endless rain. Parents never arrived in the UK. Did not make it back to KL in 2007, but I did get to Prague in August. Did not do much of UK, did not even make it to London at all this year which is outrageous

Career
To find a career that I really want. Do not succumb to work related stress. To develope a more zen-like approach at work.Make more friends at work, irregardless if I move or not.To have a proper saving account instead of splashing it all out on the house and touring the world. Pay off all house-related debts – other than mortgage and car

Result: Move jobs twice.Now in something that I believe I can remain content in for some time to come, which is encouraging. All the hard work of job hunting has come to an end at last after nearly a whole year. Getting better at friends-at-work thing.I had a proper savings account, which had dwindled to near nothingness in the past two weeks. Blame it on xmas spluge, visa price & after Christmas sales. And not to mention my tickets to KL for Feb. Sigh. However, finance wise should look up next year as Bacon would have gotten a 40% pay rise from his current salary.

And here’s wishing a happy & succesful New 2008 to everyone!!!!!

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can you price your child?

sourrain — Mon, 08 Oct 2007 20:56:47 +0000

Lately I seem to be running into a writers’ block. I’ve got ideas, all surrounded by the need to take pictures. With the turning weather, honestly, I really do NOT feel like going out to take pictures. All I seem to do when I get back is eat, clean, bathe and watch tv in bed. I love the concept of tv in bed; my old room was too tiny and all I could afford when I was a student in Fresno was a 13inch tv.

Tonight’s choice of tv show is China’s missing children. It explores the illegal trade of child trafficking in this one-child country, voluntary and kidnapped. Strangely enough, children in China are actually a topic very close to my heart. I have been searching high and low for a charity to belong to, something that I feel strongly enough. I wanted to ‘save the turtles’, but of course, am unable to send a local Malaysian cheque. I then turned to look for a charity to help children’s education in China, but strangely enough cannot find one that penetrates deep China where it is most needed.

I digress.

Some child trafficking are done with the parents’ consent , some are kidnapped and sold on to childless couples desparate for a child to love. Some are sold as cheap labour. And some, according to the wifes’ tale that I grew up with, are groomed to be petty thiefs or to beg on the streets. For the purposes of this blog, I am only going to discuss parents who had knowingly sold their children. This is definately not something new in China, who for centuries, the peasants have sold their children to richer families as child servant or betrothed thier pre pubescent daughters as future wifes and mistresses of the local landlord. Anyone who had ever watched an olden style TVB drama would know what I am talking about. Parents who are so improvished, they willingly sell their children out of love, to enable them to lead a better life. Or not?

I am of course, not a mother, nor am I even half motherly. I can love my cat, and that’s probably all I am capable of now. Therefore, I make no claim to understanding how parents feel when giving their children away. But I have actually know of children who had been sold by their mothers. No, they were not kidnapped, they were ‘given away’ by their parents for a price. A very lucrative price. And of course, boys fetch a much higher price than the girls.

Whether morally it is right or wrong, the sold children that I have personally witnessed is now leading a much, much better life than it would have been possible with their birth parents. One came from a poor family already burdened with 7 children. Another came from an illicit affair between a drug addict and an underage girl.

They are now very loved by their ‘adopted’ parents. The big difference between a purchased child and an adopted child boils down to legality. With a purchased child, if an agreement is made before the child is born, it is entirely possible to get the buyers’ names on the birth certificate, thus the child never knowing that they have been adopted. Ignorace is bliss? The way the Malaysian government works does not help as well, passport applications for under-21s require the birth father’s signature, and the child will only receive Malaysian citizenship if the father is Malaysian.

I am frankly torn between this moral dillema of child trade. In a perfect world, we would all be able to reproduce a mini-me if we should choose to, but this world is far from perfect. No, I am not planning to have a baby now nor am I planning to buy one. Is it right to buy a child, if not for anything to at least give it a better life than the birth parents can ever dream of? Is it right to hide from your children that they are not blood and flesh, but were purchased for a price? Will they really be happier knowing that their birth parents had sold them for cold hard cash?

Seeing how much their ‘adopted’ parents love them, seeing them being showered with gifts and toys I feel that they have been very lucky indeed. But as I watch them grow into teenagers, I am not sure how long have their doting parents got until the children finally finds out that they have been purchased.

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Protected: the working sex

sourrain — Wed, 26 Sep 2007 12:33:04 +0000

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21st century women?

sourrain — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 15:17:34 +0000

I have drafted and re-drafted this post in an attempt to articulate my thoughts – but it’s been fairly difficult and sometimes downright conflicting.Two incidents over the past week had made me question the development of female equality. Now, I have never admitted to be a feminist, I enjoy the occasional male chivalry and being pampered as a female species. I don’t mind having to pay my half of the household bills, and I believe that with or without a husband/bf, I would still be able to support myself and be happy.I even enjoy bending the rules by batting my eyelashes. But the two incidents over the past week had made me rethink about how far have we really come as a sex.

Case 1:
Some girls are brought up to depend to men for everything. They believe that they are able to manipulate any men by just the simple fact that they are pretty; personality not required. They believe that their beauty will get them the ‘best’ man; i.e. the richest, best looking, treat them best ect. They also believe that they will stand behind their man, and not side by side.

In the same train of thought, we had a shocking discovery last week of a friend that admitted at last in wanting an expensive wedding, paid for by her supposedly well-off boyfriend -> how he treats her or how their relationship is developing is irrelevant. What was most important to her was that she believe that she would be able to upgrade her life (to a stay-at-home tai tai I guess) once she manages to manipulate him to matrimony.She also believed that irregardless of how damaging their relationship had been or the fact that she had continued ‘hunting’ for better prey, it is just logical that the next step for him is to spend all his money on marrying her.

What really got to me was that she felt so strongly about ‘marrying upwards’ and that at her ripe age (a little younger than me), she is unable to wait any longer for a lifetime commitment. I know her requirements for a partner had always been high, but I had always questioned her attitute to men that her beauty surpasses everything. Unless you’re close to her, she has the personality of a limpet, an attitute of an ignorant peasant woman and a very showy(branded items) front. She basically blow every chance that life had given her to ‘upgrade’ her life i.e. education, better career ect. And at the moment she is just like a cake sitting in the window, waiting to be sold off.

At the moment, I am not even sure if she’s ever loved this poor guy she’s trying to entrap or is she just ticking off a box that says he is rich.

Why do women marry for the sake of money & status (i.e. being MRS DR XXX) , and what will posess them to be so helplessly useless?

Case 2:
I recently met up with someone I have known for ages, yes, right here in the UK. We have never hung out together, so she wouldn’t appear on my list of call-a-friend if I ever appear on Who wants to be a millionaire. Being related makes us ‘friends’, and makes me a must-meet -up person. But I digress

She popped over to Leeds to meet up with me with a guy ‘FRIEND’. Now, I have guy friends as well,and for most part, I think I have more guy friends compared to female friends. Just look at the who’s who on my bacherlorette party. However, when we go out as friends, we either take turns to pay or go dutch; after all, we are all trying to earn a living here. Unless you’re PenangKia, in which case you secretly pay my bill even if you did not have a drink.

This guy friend of her (which she had known for a few months), upon meeting us (me & bacon) for the first time an hour ago, proceeded to pay for our dinners. I was fairly uncomfortable with that, as I do not know him well, and from what I know, he was not well-paid in his job (he incidentaly works in the same company as bacon, and we were able to guess his salary from his job title) .What shocked me most was that SHE did not offer to pay at all. Neither did another friend of hers that tagged along. Upon further discussions (no, I did NOT interrogated her, just surfaced in our conversation) I realized that he pays for her most of the time, if not all the time.And they go out to eat at least a couple of times a week. If you’ve been reading my blog, you would had realized that I sometimes feel I am eating away all my salary – and that’s with me and bacon mostly taking turns.

The key here is that she has a bf back home, whom she is apparently planning to marry next year.

The matching database key also says that he is treating her like they are an item, paying for everything and going out with her for restaurant meals, taking time off to go shopping with her.

And the SQL (I am such a geek) statement produces the answer that this is a relationship

HOWEVER, she (and her other friend – female) also allowed me to pay for drinks ect. without lifting a finger to help me carry them nor a penny to pay towards the drinks. Which I don’t really mind doing for her, seeing that we’re related and all, but her other friend (female) who just sits there sponging off strangers, I find a little strange.

It is also extremely disturbing to me that they sponge off this guy endlessly and just expects him to pay for all their food ect even though they have not known him long.

They incidentaly also sponged off bacon by not offering to pay him anything when he got their drinks in. Bear in mind they had not met him before.

I don’t wish to pick on small token sums of money. I willingly pay for friends and people I love,but I will not be taken for a sui yee (turtle) by people I dont know.

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How far have we really come from the 1950s where the man is expected to bring back the bacon, and the woman is just supposed to not contribute nor have any ambitions other than to snare a rich man?

I am extremely dissapointed.

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