It was a very eventful weekend for me. I had two gloomy news and two sort-of happy events.
The precursor to the previous weekend started gloomily enough as I had to attend a funeral. A friend’s father had passed away due to cancer. The poor man has been suffering from cancer for quite awhile, undergoing treatment and then becoming well and then suffering a remission. He finally succumbed to it. God bless his soul. Attending his funeral is really scary as it serves to remind me how fragile life could be and that how our loved ones could be taken from us without warning or after a long period of suffering. Frankly speaking, I prefer the sudden death more than this long drawn out suffering. Seeing your loved one suffer for long periods of time, going in and out of the hospital, is pure torture.
Then I attended a really expensive and darn high class dinner of 14 courses serving relatively unknown, read: weird, dishes known as molecular cuisine. It was a three hour dinner event and though the dishes served are darn strange, some of it are not bad all. In fact, it was really, really good. I even had two glasses of champagne to wash it all down.
In the midst of this all, I found that I was accepted to take part in the mysterious Old Trafford Project by Nuffnang. You can read all about here.
Then an old friend, whom I’ve known for almost two decades, was in town so I met up with her and we exchanged news and catch up with each other. Sadly, she didn’t have good news as she was in the midst of a messy divorce.
Sigh, the sorry excuse of her husband was playing around (not for the first time) and not bad enough, he neglected her and the family too. I already knew from the start that the louse is a total jerk when she first started going out with him but when I said anything negative about him to her, she got angry. So, I kept quiet and was darn geram but powerless when they got married barely three months after getting together. Now, after 7 years of a rocky marriage and two kids later, my friend has decided to call it quits. She finally realised what a jerk her soon-to-be-ex husband is. I am not about to go up to her to say ‘I told you so’ as I had hoped that the lousy jerk could perhaps change for her. Apparently, the leopard never changes its spots.
The jerk is not merely an adulterer. He hits his children for no utter reason except for his bad mood. He did not even contribute a single cent to the household income and on his days off, refuse to spend it with his family as he termed it ‘his own personal time’. He is a through and through male chauvinist when it comes to matters like raising a child or taking care of the household but when it comes to money, it is perfectly alright for the wife to pay for everything from her salary. In other words, the wife is in charge of earning an income to pay for everything in the household, taking care of the children and running the household. The louse is in charge of eating, beating the children to release stress and sleeping around outside. I say she is now better off without him! At least, less one mouth to feed and the children won’t be beaten for no reason anymore.
My poor friend was so stressed out over this whole thing, she has been relegated to skin and bones with a haggard and tired look around her. I only wish I could do something to help her but I guess, in this battle, she has to face herself.
I guess the saying in Cantonese: Lam yan chui par choe chor kong, lui yan chui par kar chor loh kung’
(Translated: It is important for men not to immerse in the wrong career whereas for women, it is important not to marry the wrong type of man)
If ever I see the jerk around here in Penang, he better be real careful. 
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