Archive for October, 2006

Light A Million Candles

Posted in Archive - All Entries on October 31, 2006 by meera

The innocent victims of Internet child abuse cannot speak for themselves.

But you can.

With your help, we can eradicate this evil trade.

We do not need your money.

We need you to light a candle of support


P.S: All of us can play a part. It’s a petition to eradicate the spreading sickness of child pornography. Simply go to their site, and click to light a candle. They’re aiming for a million. Current count is around 820,000 plus. Spread the word, and do your part. It’s a simple click.



Posted in Archive - All Entries, Prose & Poetry on October 30, 2006 by meera

The point in my life:

” ‘Madness is the inability to communicate your ideas. It’s as if you were in a foreign country, able to see and understand everything that’s going on around you, but incapable of explaining what you need to know or of being helped, because you don’t understand the language they speak there.’
‘We’ve all felt that.’
‘And all of us, one way or another, are mad.’ ”
Veronika Decides To Die, Paulo Coelho

Lesson #06 of the Girlfriends’ Guidebook

Posted in Reflection, The Highpriestess' Girlfriends' Guidebook on October 27, 2006 by meera

How to Deal With Your First Job Rejection

You see my darlings, the Highpriestess being the Highpriestess, rarely sees failures. (unless it’s anything to do with numbers.)
I owe this to my self-guardedness. I never take part in anything I know I don’t stand a chance in winning. (which explains my three year hat-trick for winning the Spelling Bee in Primary school.)
I seldom give other things a shot, so as to speak.
Failure and rejection is something I find very difficult to grapple with.

This being said, all my life, I knew that there will come a time where I’m grown up, where I will be rejected for a job position. (I mean, I can’t be accepted for every single thing I apply for, can I? Unless I was……………) moving on.
But although I prepared myself for this day mentally, I thought I will be devastated at the first rejection.
Well, it happened yesterday and I am surprised I did not shed one tear nor feel like a total failure. I wonder why. There are many reasons to this I suppose.
1) I am really in no rush to work. (I might have died in devastation if I owned a car or chalked up credit bills. It’s just that I hate, absolutely hate, to ask my parents for money. It is downright embarassing.)
2) I am still young.
3) It was my very first experience. (So I’m cutting myself some slack.)
4) Faith. (God will give me what I have to do. I’m hoping he’s not waiting to add waitressing on that list.)


So yes. Being my first job interview/test yesterday, or something to that effect, I was a little mentally unprepared and very, very nervous. (I am withholding the name of the company or job scope, for when I finally get the job, I shall disclose all the places I had applied to.) There I went. Very early. Nervous and shaky. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t help myself! It was my first time and I just had no idea what to expect. A few things I learned from the experience:

1) Do NOT under any circumstance feel nervous. Many of the others are probably feeling the same way and showing that your jelly legs are going to give way will only single you out as the weakest link.

2) If you can’t help but quieten the free-roaming butterflies in your stomach, it’s okay. You can’t help yourself emotionally, but physically, please look fine. Doesn’t matter that the rest are in power suits with a huge, thick, leather covered resume/qualifications file. If you were not good enough, you wouldn’t be there in the first place. So, feel confident, suck in your stomach, shoulders out, and walk like you own all these people. Of course, when it comes to the actual meeting with your potential employer, playing the “i’m-too-good-for-you” pride card, will be the death of you.

3) It is okay to ask your employer questions. If there are certain things you are not sure of, ask. It shows an interest in the company and in the task that you are given to do. So, don’t be shy, go ahead and ask that burning question (unless the question is “When will I get my pay rise? ” or “Where did you get that pink bra which is showing through your blouse?” *insert giggle*)
Okay. That said. It was quite an interesting experience that I do not regret. I will do it all over again if given the chance.  I know the road ahead is going to be bumpy, with maybe a few (or lots if I am that unlucky) experiences like the above, but at least I take away some learning experiences.
You see, everyone experiences failure in some form at one point or the other. The important thing is not to dwell on the failure, as that is something that is not unique only to you. The unique thing is picking yourself up from it, and extracting information and learning life lessons from it. Only then, you know your journey was worth it. :)

Rudeness on Blogs.

Posted in Archive - All Entries, Reflection on October 24, 2006 by meera

Okay. I’m back from the little holiday hiatus. Not really over yet, since it is 21 minutes into Hari Raya Puasa! Yay! To all my Muslim friends, a very warm and blessed Selamat Hari Raya to you guys. Have a great day ahead! (What I really enjoy on this day is seeing families in matching Kebayas and suits. Cute.)

Unfortunately, I need to grouse a little. It is something I find hard to understand. Being extremely rude and vulgar on blogs. I mean, I don’t get it. I honestly don’t.The sad part of it is that some of these blogs actually are quite witty in their own right. There is some form of social commentary which would be quite interesting to read if peppered with a little intelligent wittiness. On the contrary, it is doused with so many !#$%^$#@ it gets so sickening to read, and I am immediately put off.

A few questions I would like to post to the said bloggers:
1) From where do you get the term ‘mofo’? Is it short form for ‘motherfucker’? But shouldn’t it be, “mofu” then? Oh sorry. I forgot you probably borrowed this term from one of those “hip hop till you don’t stop” MTV videos.

2) What is up with swearing so much that you construct every sentence around slotting a “fuck”, “fuck ya’ll, “motherfuckin'”? Is that how the “pimps” speak from your part of the “ghetto”? Perhaps the little adoloscent easily influenced boys from your friendly neighbourhood coffeeshop? And the girls…. some dear Indian girls… now you call yourself the “ho of the west side”? Maybe you’re trying to protect your real Malar/Vasugi/Mahalakshmi from Sembawang identity? (no offence to my Sembawang friends.. if you’re not part of the “ghetto” life that is)

3) Ok, this next one does not involve blogs alone but Friendster pictures as well. What is seriously up with taking photos with your middle finger as the main focus?? Worst of the crop, group photos with all the middle fingers up coupled with equally idiotic beaming faces filled with pride. What? Now you’re the Jesters of the Middle Fingers? Jeeeez.  That is one thing that realllllly irks me. Especially when the pictures are followed with captions as poignant as “Don’t mess with me/us.” Ugh. Oooooh. Look at the finger. Scary.

Okay. Grouse  over. Nothing much really. Of course, it is completely acceptable to swear on certain eventful days. Perhaps your dog ate your homework. Or your wife ran off with the mailman. Or people keep bugging you about your unemployment (had to put that in). Or your mom found your porn magazines under your bed. Or your teacher was going to send you to the Principal’s office to rotan your little bum for distributing illegal/porn VCDS. (lo and behold, some are actually proud to declare this on their blogs. I mean, okay you were the cool, frequent principal office’s visitor, but seriously, what was is in it for you that you need to share this? Life lessons?)

But who am I to say? It’s your blog. You like to swear. And the creative part of your brain finds it impossible to function without muttering “fuck you”-s every three words or so. Sadly, I moved on from these sites. The saddest part of it all was that there was actually something intelligent in those words. Swearing over the top makes people take you less seriously (that is if you really had a political/social commentary or statement to make in the first place).


(unfortunately, I cannot speak for myself because
I do swear. Ocassionally. ;) )

P.S: I came across this site. If you’re a virgin at swearing, have a go. If you are the ‘cool’ swearing types, learn more. Piss more people off with your wide vocabulary and impress the other cool dudes and dudettes. Presenting to you, The InsultMonger – The Art of Insults. Crap. Now they’ve marred the word, Art as well. You have got to check out the Tamil section of the Swearsaurus. It was so damn funny.  Mandarin one too. Ah, the pride and joy of our local insult communities. The funniest bit? People who are committed and passionate enough to maintain this Insultmonger website and update it constantly. (Disclaimer: Advertisements on this site may involve nudity, explicit or otherwise. I am not to be held responsible for your loss of innocence.)

P.P.S: I can’t help but keep editing this post. I keep remembering different annoying things about different blogs. I’m not even going to get started on the spelling. “Tiz = This” “V = We” “Da = The”. Some are so bad, when I stumble into it accidentally I wonder if it’s even written in English. I mean, I know you write for yourself, but then why do you say, “Oo, sO I 1 tYmE dUn UpDaYtE n Ya’LL wUn commentzzzzz. Haaaizzz… 4gEt MoI aLeAdiE LiAoZZ.” Honey. With your obvious French-English-numerical-Singlish sentences misspelt, it’s probably because they don’t understand anything, they aren’t commenting. Take a hint.

Festive Spirit & Blessings

Posted in Reflection on October 20, 2006 by meera

It’s about one and a half hours till Deepavali, and the festive spirit is finally being roused. Dad and brother are at Tekka doing some last minute shopping. There is mutton curry on the stove, with terribly appetizing aromas wafting through my house. (Funnily, Deepavali is supposed to be celebrated with Vegetarian food, but uhm, I think the opportunity to stuff the stomach with good Briyani and curries overtakes the vegetarian rule.)

Mom and me are at home. Decorations are up. The new family portrait is up, me grinning away with the mortar board on my head. Deepavali cards that we have recieved are arranged neatly by yours truly. Some Tamil show is running on TV. Ah. The festival of lights is finally here. This uplifting spirit is what I have been waiting for. I thought it would never come.

Although the past few weeks have been mentally and emotionally tiring, and lives got literally rocked, it’s good to remain positive. I realise today that I will exchange nothing in the world, for celebrating this Deepavali with the ones I hold so dear to my heart and soul. It’s God’s blessings that we are all healthy, fit and most importantly, happy, no matter what curveballs life throws at us.

So, here’s thanks to that, and cheers to Lord Krishna/Rama(depending on where you come from) for overcoming the nefarious demon, giving us light and allowing us to count our blessings. And to remember to count them. :)

Happy Deepavali to all my Hindu friends!
And happy festive season to the rest of ya’ll who are gonna stuff your faces with Kueh and briyani. (Can’t wait for the Mutton Rendang next Tuesday. heeheehee.)

Hope all of you have found (or will find) the love and peace that I have been blessed with. *hug*
Happy Holidays!



Posted in Archive - All Entries on October 19, 2006 by meera

When you feel a little down, and the festive spirit hasn’t hit you yet,
even though tomorrow is Deepavali eve,
a crazy video of three crazy guys dancing to a Chinese song in the craziest Indian-Techno moves ever,
can cure almost anything.

P.S.: Look out for my favourite groin-scissors step. (god. it is so damn funny.)
P.P.S: Happy 19th birthday to the best brother ever!!! Love you my little boy!!! MWAH!

Hold me.

Posted in Archive - All Entries on October 19, 2006 by meera

What happens when the dreams of your nearest and dearest crumbles everywhere around you?

You hold them tight.
Wipe away the tears.
And never let go.

  (image from