Harassed Over “Sexy Attire”

Looks like the religious police came in another form – school security guards.

Apparently, there was this lady who went to her children’s school was nearly assaulted by a female security guard for dressing in “sexy attire”.

This lady was accused of exposing her body when all she wore was her work uniform. The news also mentioned how the security guard followed her to the school office and was believed that she wanted to her the mother of two.

Read the news here.

This is not an isolated case because I too, had experienced a similar incident. Way back in 2007, I was harassed not by a school security guard but by the Headmistress of the school itself.

Self-righteous, snooty and higher-than-thou attitude lady, she tried to “instill” some nilai-nilai murni (good virues) to me in that quick-flash lecture outside of a classroom while waving and pointing her index finger towards me.

All these happened while other teachers and my daughter were watching in horror.

More “horror” because I did not take it too kindly because I gave her back with a few choiced words that it trailed off to a nicely written report to the nearest Pejabat Pelajaran Daerah (District Education Department).

I was not wearing a mini skirt, see-through blouse with neon bras, white pants with pink thongs or looking like a slut looking for a hook up at the bar. I am sure the mother of two, Fatimah Abdullah from Melaka was not wearing any sexy attire either.

Read my old story here.

This story also reminds me of another incident in Putrajaya not too long ago. I was supposed to have a meeting with one of the Pengarah (Director) of a quasi-government. Together with a few other associates who happened to be all male, we registered ourselves at the counter. All of my male colleagues were allowed to go through except for me.

Now, this appointment was called by this Pengarah for his briefings as well as his team. There I was, the leading team member who was supposed to present the paper, all dressed up in below the knee length black dress and business jacket was stopped at the reception for “not wearing appropriate attire”.

What?

I was brushed off by telling me that it was their “policy on attire”.

Furious with the ridiculous situation, I asked for the blinking copy of the policy in black and white. I also asked to see the security supervisor. By that time, we were like a show with a few spectators wondering what the heck was going on. One of the security guards pointed to my knees.

I asked him what was wrong with my knees when it was well covered by the length of the dress?

He said…”I think I still can see your knees..”

Realizing that talking to a moron was not going to do any good, I promptly called the PA to the Pengarah and had his good office be aware that we were caught late by this silly drama by his security officers.

The incident passed by when the PA himself came down to escort us in with much apologies.

Sometimes I wonder how people see things? These people ought to know what constitutes indecently dressed to proper ones. Are they following a proper policy or they are acting based on their understanding of what “properly dressed” means?

Sick.

 

Kuala Lumpur, My City

I arrived in Kuala Lumpur sometime in 1991 after living in Pahang all of my life. My then-husband applied for a transfer back to the city after he decided a transfer to the backwaters of Rompin, Pahang was out of question.

At that time, I was working for a well known travel agency and had no problem to land another equally exciting job in the city. The office, I remember was located in this building right smack in the middle of the city.

The first day of work was exciting. I was all dressed in my new attire and got to work at 8 am. Come lunch hour, I came down to explore lunch places. As I stepped out from that grey building, I literally stopped dead in my track. I was suddenly consumed with anxiety and shock.

The whole surroundings were full of people rushing left and right! The streets were choked with vehicle and I was in an instant culture shock. Never in my life had ever seen so many people walking so fast. The buildings were standing tall.

I felt like an ant.

The city has changed so much by then. The streets are now busier than ever. There are more tall buildings, apartments, LRTs, MRTs and monorails. New developments are all over the city for at least a couple more years.

The city is divided into 11 districts and covers an area of 243 km2 (94 sq miles). The city now can boasts of so many parks, several iconic green buildings, top 10 biggest shopping malls and has about 1.6 million population, and climbing at a rate of 1.1%.

The KL Sentral, Malaysia’s largest transit hub connects many of the inter-city trains connecting points in the Peninsular, Singapore and Thailand. A massive city within a city, this RM1.7billion development is still in its building phases and will only complete sometime in 2015.

Kuala Lumpur city at duskThis pix was taken when I was driving along the Elevated Highway or known as AKLEH, a 7.7km elevated highway from Ampang to Kuala Lumpur.

Kuala Lumpur cityscapeI always feel awe of the sheer vastness of the city. It is so beautiful when seen at dusk like this. The buildings gleam in the fading sun light as the night creeps in.

Flag pole Dataran Merdeka IloveKL Sultan Abdul Samad building Sungai GombakI love this city for its uniqueness.

But, I think it is time to make a move elsewhere to a quieter place where we dont have to fight with constant traffic jam, gadzillion people and high cost of living……

Lanjut beach, RompinThis…my friends…is looking better and better…..

Service Culture In Malaysia (Or The Lack Of It)

“If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost.
That is where they should be. Now put the foundation under them”.
–Henry David Thoreau

Ok, so the Visit Malaysia 2014 is already here and down to almost the first month of its launch.

However, taxi service is still one of the worst I have experienced. The taxi drivers outside of the KLCC and Puduraya still try to charge me RM40.00/trip to Damansara area, thinking that I am one fine Filipina going home. The quoted fare will go higher when they see me walking with this fine Mat Salleh (my husband) thinking that they can earn part of their kid’s college by fleecing this couple. Are you guys fucking nuts?

Where the hell are SPADS officers? They can clamp down on lorries, cars, busses and what ever else that moves on the road, but not the taxi drivers?

What are you guys afraid of? Or, is the matter still “under study”?

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The folks behind the service counter still carry a ton of bricks on the lips to smile. The attraction to WhatsApp on their BlackBerry is just too much.  The front liners at the shops still have their mouth tied shut from greeting customers in a proper way.

I even have a thing or two to say about the employees at the Tiffany’s KLCC. Some of them seriously need attitude adjustment. Hear this, ok?

MY WALLET WILL NOT OPEN UP WILLINGLY TO PAY FOR YOUR BLINKING COMMISSION IF YOU START “TELLING” ME THAT I CANNOT AFFORD THAT SET OF RINGS. AND, LOOKING ME UP AND DOWN FIRST.

Get it?

The latest incident was at the Bormas Jalan Tuan Abdul Rahman this afternoon. I printed my business cards there three times for the past one year. They lost the art work AND files three times as well. Not only that, they ignored me when I asked questions. To top it off, said something that makes ME be the culprit for losing MY files in THEIR computers.

Excuse me?

It is really not my place to tell you that you are making your bosses lose some “miserable” RM25 today but I am taking my hard earned money elsewhere.

I am tired of all these. I am tired being the Grumpy Ole Fartress who will call up the Manager, or worse still, the owner of a certain establishments that their service sucks. That their people need attitude adjustment and that I am not coming back.

And friends wonder why I am being anti social nowadays. The reason is because if I did, then I have no reason to deal with all these things!

Day Trip Up North And We Ended Up In Cameron Highlands, Again

First order of the day. Breakfast. At this moment, we still did not decide where to go for the day.

Ratha's Restaurant new logo

Not too long after hitting the highway that we decided to go up north. And, we were still not sure which part of north…

mangos at Tapah R&R

After driving for more than a couple of hours, we did the usual stop-over at the Tapah R&R. Look at these ripe mangos. Big, succulent and aromatic mangos.

stall owner at Tapah R&RWe bought our pickled guava from this lady’s stall. Check out all the lovely fruits which were on display.

Of course, at this moment, you think we have decided which part of north we wanted to go?

Wrong.

Not until, we saw the signboard indicating Tapah turn-off to Cameron Highlands…

Lata Iskandar background

Yeah.

Ended up in Cameron Highlands, again. I was terribly excited with the long and windy drive using the old road. It was, as George described it, passing through Jurassic Park. This was at a pit stop – the Lata Iskandar.

 

Bharat tea plantationWe arrived at the Bharat Tea plantation.

tea plantation backgroundMy wonderful husband with the tea plantation at the background.

scones at Bharat teaThe scones and clotted cream and jam and butter and a pot of Earl Grey and oh! The chilly weather…nice…

Orang Asli stall at Pos Raya Pulai, Kg KepayangOn the way down after what felt like a big drive. This is one of our favourite Orang Asli stalls. Located at Pos Raya Pulai, K. Kepayang. You can find cheap, delicious, creamy, out of this world durians…the petai (stinky beans) are a steal too. And so are so many exotic jungle stuff this abang (brother) sells.

durian bukitThe durian I ate was called Durian Bukit. Creamy and sweet with a slight bitter after taste, this durian was a clear winner. The seller opened up one fruit and I sat by the road side savouring every single piece of the flesh. George, a very patient man, was standing near me.

Passing by were cars, lorries and busses. Some groups passed me by with amused looks on their faces.

Highway from IpohAnd…hitting the highway again for a drive home. Always love the drive up north.

Thank you, my dear husband, for a lovely drive.

Tattoo And Matahari Goes To The Vet

Tattoo and Matahari Matahari2The girls went to the vet yesterday for their medical check up. It was also a trip to take the stitches off from the right eye of Matahari.

The morning started off with me chasing them all over the house after their breakfast. Even after a couple of months at home, they are still skittish. Only Tattoo can be a tad friendlier than Matahari, but not that much.

Bundled them both in the cat carrier and we drove the 20 minutes drive to the vet. The road was clear as it was a Sunday. I was just hoping that the clinic will not be pack with patients and owners as it usually is.

I was wrong. The clinic was filled to the brim. However, we did not have to wait too long as one of the vets were free. Matahari struggled a little bit in my arms as the stitches came off from the lid..poor baby. But, after a few short minutes, it was all done!

Little Tattoo was also given a clean bill of health although the vet suspected that her visions will be some what limited due to the tissue scarring on her eyes.

Tattoo asleep(This was how Tattoo looked like a couple of months ago. Her eyes were quite badly damaged by the infection that it left scars on her eye balls)

Viktor and Tattoo

Viktor and Tattoo. She is quite close to Viktor. Viktor is one of the neighbour’s cats who seemed to have become a permanent feature in our home.

Viktor playing mommyViktor playing mommy to little Tattoo. He even allows her to suck on his male-boobs!

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