E-man-cipation

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In the times we live today, women are truly emancipated. What men can do, women can too.

Women two-time as well as men. Most times, even better, because they get away with better 'perks' than men.

A guy I know, recently had to give in to the demands of his girlfriend of 3 years because she threatened to tell his wife about their affair. She got a condo in a posh neighbourhood and a fancy sports car. What he didn't know though, was that, in the past 3 years, she had another fling by the side.

Another guy, gave his heart, soul and worldly possessions to a much younger woman. He was on the verge of divorcing his wife to marry her when he caught her having an affair with a man her age. Her excuse - 'You can't blame me for being young and impressionable....'.

Still, another guy, had his wife of 13 years left him because she suddenly realise they were not meant to be together. Apparently, he was not her soul mate. 4 months later, she married a tycoon almost twice her age who was already into his 3rd marriage.

I'm not entirely certain, who is the foolish one in situations like these. But perhaps men, should start to consider to be equally emancipated

Coelho on Women

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Coelho wrote an interesting piece in his blog mischievously entitled "Why women believe we love them" (http://paulocoelhoblog.com/warrioroflight/23.07.2008/why-women-believe-that-we-love-them/).

I have an indecorous urge to regurgitate it verbatim and I shall.

In this case the title of the newsletter is not right. Since in the previous Warrior of Light Online I said refused to write about the reasons why men love woman (I would be considered a male chauvinist South-American writer who despises the liberation movement of the opposite sex), a reader called Julia decided to do it for me. So now we have the feminine version of why we love women. Of course, I don’t agree with everything, but this is a (relatively) free tribune. Let’s see what Julia has to tell us:

We men love women because they still feel they are adolescents even after they grow old.

Because they smile every time they pass a child.

Because they walk down the street erect, always looking straight ahead, never turning round to say thanks or return the smile or compliment we make when they pass by.

Because they are bold in bed, not because they have a perverse nature but because they want to please us.

Because they do everything necessary for the house to be tidy and perfect, and never expect any recognition for the work they have done.

Because they don’t read pornographic magazines.

Because they don’t complain about the sacrifices they make for the sake of the ideal of beauty, facing up to waxers, Botox injections and menacing machines in gyms.

Because they prefer to eat salads.

Because they draw and paint their faces with the same concentration as Michelangelo working on the Sistine Chapel.

Because if they want to know something about their own appearance, they ask other women and don’t bother us with this type of question.

Because they have their own ways of solving problems, which we never understand, and that makes us mad.

Because they feel compassion, and say “I love you” precisely when they are beginning to love us less, to make up for what we can feel and notice.

Because sometimes they complain about things that we feel too, such as colds and rheumatic pains, and then we understand that they are people just like us.

Because they write love stories.

Because while our armies invade other countries, they remain firm in their private and inexplicable war to put an end to all the cockroaches in the world.

Because they cry their eyes out when they hear the Rolling Stones singing “Angie”.

Because they are capable of going to work dressed like men, in their delicate little suits, whereas no man would ever dare go to work wearing a skirt.

Because in the movies – and only in the movies – they never take a shower before making love with their partners.

Because they always manage to find a convincing defect when we say that another woman is pretty, making us feel insecure about our taste.

Because they really take seriously everything that is happening in the private lives of celebrities.

Because they manage to fake orgasms with the same artistic quality as the most famous and talented of movie stars.

Because they just love exotic cocktails with different colors and delicate little ornaments, while we always have the same old whiskey.

Because they don’t waste hours thinking about how they are going to approach the pretty young man who has just come on the bus.

Because we came from them, will go back to them, and until that happens, live in orbit around the feminine body and soul.

And I would add: we men love them for being women. As simple as that.

Brilliant!!

Learning

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My late parents didn't speak a word of English. When I was growing up, the only newspaper available at home was in Jawi. My entire schooling was in Bahasa Melayu.

I was lucky though. When I was growing up, my sisters listened to Bee Gees, Dionne Warwick, Abba and the Rolling Stones. I remember listening intently to my favourite songs and trying to write down the lyrics. Words I couldn't understand, I'd look up in the dictionary. And I'd tried to use them at any possible chance.

I remember embarassingly singing out loud ".....it's a fire downtown....." when the actual lyrics, as everyone know were, "......it's the final countdown.....".

My friends were mostly Chinese and Indians. The language of conversation was primarily broken English (and sometimes sign language, when the correct vocabulary evades us), but it was still English.

Being impressionable, I was fascinated by the adventures of the Hardy Boys. I didn't have money to buy the books, so I borrowed books from Wai Mun and Ganesh.

These were my formative years.....and this was how I learned my English.

Oh....and I was also best student for Bahasa Malaysia when I was in Form 5.

It does not matter in what language we mediate syllabus. It's not about schools or schooling. It's about learning and the desire to learn. That's what we need to teach our children.

Rebirth

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When a baby is born, she is free of sin, preconception and ego. Truly a white piece of cloth that needs nurturing and guidance in a journey that is fraught with misery, felicity and mystery.

After 20 years of being in one industry, I had reached the peak of my endeavour. I am about start a new career in a field I am totally alien.

I need to quickly crawl out into a walk and then canter before being able to run.

To be able to do that, I need to rid myself of preconceived egos and abandon conceit.

I am about to be reborn. I am looking forward to a new life.