Back To The Real World
*sigh*
That was a good break.
After last year's scare that finally drove me to my first vacation in THREE years (believe me that will run ANYONE down, even a self-proclaimed non-sleeping superwoman)... I went down to Sarawak to let loose for this year's mini-sabbatical.
Okay, okay. It was more like five days of hedonistic musical fun in the jungle with friends. Freedom. I could breathe easily without thinking about work (my phone was OFF most of the time, a rare occurence indeed), without worrying about what people (especially craploid writers and gossip mongering mags) thought about what I wore, how I looked and how I act... and best of all it was with good company made up of a chill crew who just went with the flow, no stress, no kan-chong-ness.
And sandwiched between more days off (had to finish all the leave I didn't take last year hahahaha now I have a year to get rid of all the ones I have THIS year... HOW???!!)... I think I'm pretty well rested to face whatever crap comes my way in the real world.
OR not.
AGH.
Back to the real world meant reading the papers again. And reading about more crap dished out to the people. Like...
- What's up with the MPs making jokes about the serious issue of domestic rape in the Parliament? Statements like"if my wife rapes me I'd be very happy," reflects the glaring ignorance on the matter. Is it so hard to understand that even within the chains of marital (so-called) bliss, sex STILL has to be consensual?
Or are all our people under the impression that once you're married, you have to put out regardless, that if your husband fiddles with his sarong after dinner and you're shit tired after a hard day (or no mood/sick/hate your husband/not enjoying the sex/not interested after the 7th pregnancy)... you still gotta drop those panties, spread 'em and let your husband have what he paid for (in dowry/hantaran/etc), what he deserves by marrying your sorry ass?
Come on lah. It's supposed to be enjoyed, it's supposed to be an experience of sharing (which is GIVING and RECEIVING) pleasure, it's the ultimate bonding of two people (because corny as it sounds, love does make it more meaningful in the long run)... not something you feel obligated to do, a duty, a chore, like cleaning the pots and pans, mopping the floor, washing the clothes, throwing out the damn trash.
Knowing how our people have been culturally conditioned to think about these duties (and the belief that the husband has the ultimate power over everything and obeisance is necessary and punishable by hellfire)... you know any kind of progressive thinking in terms of defining and creating laws to marital rape will take hundreds of years.
I mean, our current RAPE laws itself are pathetic lah. Judges giving leeway because of age, or the fact that the stupid family can successfully appeal to the court that the rapist is the breadwinner and their family will die of starvation if he's not out making money for them (and raping more women but hey, who cares, right?).
- Or what about the big guns FINALLY deciding that the teaching profession needs a major revamp. That teachers need to get streamlined into subjects they are TRAINED to teach for a change, or higher qualifications so dopes who can't speak English with half-decent grammar won't be transferring their horrible language skills to hordes of rural students, or teachers actually getting decent pay so we won't get half-wits who teach only because no one else wants to work for shit money in a school full of bratty kids...
Well they should try to add free birth control as well so maybe students won't suffer the same fate as I did at school - which is miss quite a few subjects out because my teachers were constantly pregnant and away on maternity leave. Are they REALLY that bored at home after grading papers? I know it's mean to talk about the holy act of reproduction and conception and miracle of childbirth... but then again, why let these teachers handle a class when it's pretty clear they'll be leaving their classes in limbo for months every year? I had one that was was on maternity leave three times in three years, leaving us with a dimwitted substitute teacher that read straight from the text.
Which brings me to another thing they should change. How the schema approach leads our students to be trained parrots. I'm living proof. I hardly went to classes for the last two years of school - and yet thanks to my parrot memory I got good grades in exams and the SPM. Even my parents thought it wasn't necessary for me to go to school because I was yielding results without having to waste my time sitting in an overpopulated class with teachers making us regurgitate the same dreary crap over and over again. Screw that. My friends and I did well in school without having to be in there. Which really says a lot about the education system. And we're wondering why so many graduates are jobless?
- Aiyah. This coming back to the real world thing is already making me yearn for another getaway.
7:32 PM
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