This morning, the hot fm a.m. crew talked about taking something that belongs to others. I was tempted to give them a ring while driving to work this morning, until they drew a context to that hot chat topic, i.e. taking someone else's partner or significant other.
It is understandable that in the malay realm the context of taking other's possessions are always being directed to someone's husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend; for the simple reason- those persons are always the subject of "theft".
Being a pseudo-malay [*find definition of pseudo-malay below], I struggle to understand how people can live with no boundaries and limitations when it comes to having desire towards another being. Ideally, many people blame it on the imperfections of being a human being, but I personally think as human beings we are granted with a faculty that has the ability to control those imperfections.
Having said that, I advice you to have firm principles in life, for you will be able to go through any temptations if guided by firm principles.
I always advise people on the dos and donts of minggling with another being, particularly the opposite sex. But at the end of the day, its a matter of principle. I shall not impose my beliefs on you, but I can keep reminding you.
If people were to have a clear idea of the boundaries they must observe, maybe we dont have to discuss the said hot chat topic.
But I reckon we will never have a perfect world.
So the context was the boundary that has been set and I oblige to it. For my story is in another context.
I lost my M.A.C lightful compact powder to someone. This is so devastating to me because as a student I dreamt of possessing this make-up brand. Everytime I had special occasions in school, I'd always use my mom's brands which were Estee Lauder, Dior, and other orang tua brands. But I secretly had my own favorite brand and I secretly wished that one day I will be able to own any make-up of M.A.C.
The day I bought my own M.A.C, was the day I ended all my M.A.C googling activities. For there was no need to google and stare at the pictures anymore. Ilya had witnessed my joy!(ful) moment so she can tell you it was not an ordinary purchase for me, it was an achievement.
Its okay if you cannot understand how women like Mama, Ilya and I get stirred and emotionally aroused when we puchase beauty products. But as far as we are concerned, make- ups are more than just the tool that makes the face pretty.
It hands you the confidence even on your roughest day. When I know I will not do well for a paper in law school, instead of sulking on how I should've studied harder or go out less, I get ready 30 minutes before the exam and doll myself up with make-up. I will then tell myself: If I am going to fail this paper, at least I do it beautifully. Silly I know, but make-up is my bestest buddy and my all time therapy.
Sometimes people take your stuff because they think you can easily afford it. Little do they know that people like me get what I want because I work for it.
This is a reminder sent to me to be a little more careful and not so trusting. Apparently people are only holy during the months of Ramadhan and Syawal.
*Pseudo-malay: English speaking malay with scripted perception about rempits and other malays' unacceptable social behaviour. Socializes in clean, civilized manner.
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