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[Zorro]              :  Are you a registered Voter?

Cheryl                : Nah, I’m not really into all that. It’s not like it makes a difference anyway!

Bernard             : Well, then you don’t have a say in anything that happens in the country. So don’t complaint.

Cheryl               : Isn’t that my right as a citizen, to say something, especially if it is wrong?


                           ” My dear, voting is a privilege. It gives you a voice. It gives you the power to make a difference.

                              Whether you decide to use that privilege or give it up, is up to you. But don’t you dare say anything, if you don’t

                             contribute  because you have revoked your right by not voting.”- Bernard of Zorro Unmasked]


* my conversation with Bernard@Zorro, a very nice old man, I met during my days as an active blogger at National Press Club. Bernard has since passed on [ 2014], but he has always left a lasting impression on this once young lady.

My journey as a researcher led me to my journey as a blogger. I became more of a blogger than a researcher by the time I completed my masters in early 2009. I was a true-blood blogger, my spirit was full of fire- I wanted to make a difference, I had learn so much in my journey as a blogger. This was the time I met the likes of Haris Ibrahim, Malik Imitiaz, SK Thew, Walski, Marina Mahatir, Anura Bird, Bernard@Zorro that opened my eyes to the importance of of making a difference of having a voice.

Does it matter? Why? Let me tell you why.

Why you should RECLAIM your Rights?

  • You can make a differenceUSE your VOTE! Why let someone else decide for you? You have a voice- that is your vote.
  • It’s a privilege. Vote on behalf that those who can’t. Many minorities and under-represented groups do not have a right to vote around the world. Did you know that women fought for the right to vote?
  • Feel underrepresented? REPRESENT! Are you one of those passionate Facebook or Twitter warriors that has a lot to say about what the government should and shouldn’t do? Do you feel that they could do better? Do you feel your state does not get what it needs:?
  • $$$$$/ RM Each vote equals money. YOU DECIDE THE CAUSE, it is your Money that fuels the state. Don’t you care where your money goes? Money that your MP [Member of Parliament] will fuel to causes he thinks is good, is needed and necessary. You think there is a need for more Youth Education? Local Content? Child Abuse?
  • CANCEL out someones Vote. Your decision to vote might cancel out someone else’s vote. Your vote could be the decider, of whether that corrupt person continues to yield power in your state. Also it balances the votes out, so at least those in power will feel the pressure to WORK and not laze around. Majority votes make it too safe, makes the winner feel too much pride that they forget, they serve the nation.
  • Be a True Malaysian. Have a VOICE! Yes ,exercise your participation as a citizen. Don’t call yourself a citizen, for without this vote, you have no voice. Want to have a voice? VOTE!
  • Want stability? A prosperous economy? VOTE! Want someone who talks sense, knows what he is doing with the country’s billions? Want someone who not only has a background in Finance  but an expert in it, running the Finance ministry? Put him or her there! How many of your Ministers know anything about their Ministry?
  • Want to be Educated? VOTE! Wonder why English keeps failing among our ministers, our graduates? Who makes those policies? Who do you want sitting in those seat deciding the fate of our future? Without knowledge, our country will perish.  Do you really want to leave our education system in the hands of those who know nothing? You enjoy policies changing every 5 years at the whim and fancy? English in Science, Malay in Science [Recall being part of this system?]
  • Want a Job/ starting a business, based on how awesome you are? You decide policies on tenders [who gets them], diversity in jobs not based on race/religion, job opportunities etc
  • Unhappy with companies polluting our rivers? Getting rid of our beautiful Penang hills?  Constant water cuts or electricity? You have a choice, don’t let them. It’s your backyard, your land, your rivers, your home. Put those who know what they are doing in place. VOTE!

At the end of the day, it is your choice whether to vote or not. But as a very wise old man told me once,

   “Voting is a PRIVILEGE. You have the power to make a difference, it just whether you want to make a difference or just rant”.


On the way to work and back, on the way to groceries and back, on the way to practically anywhere, the sight is similar. The last few weeks, we all have been subjected to the eyesore that they call campaigning.

With flags, banners and picket cards line-up at your local barber shop, that favorite playground, the beautiful open landing, defaming ads in the newspapers,wherever you can imagine, they have it plastered reminding you that the time is now. It’s all dominated by the colors of blue, green and red, it is a wonder any of us can recognize any other color moving forward.

It does not end there either, even our personal lives are invaded. With manifestos arriving in our mail, SMS-es taking up space in our inbox to video-MMs-es defaming one party over another- the harassment by these parties are endless. To make matters worse, social media has exploded with the sharing of racist youtube videos, blog postings and images inciting nothing worth mentioning most of the time. As usual of course there is the coffee shop talk, where you see the uncles discussing politics over their morning coffee and newspapers (although the newspapers are hardly seen much these days). One thing that differs I guess is that you can easily see youngsters taking heed of the elections, you can see them taking an active role, an active part actually discussing of what is and what will be.

56 years and counting, nothing much has changed in terms of the sights and sounds as election looms near. There is the same ole talk. Same ole propaganda passing around, same ole promises. So what is so different about these upcoming elections that keeps me cringing?  Elections, politics- basically anything equating to those two words are often dirty, what makes this any different?

For a country that has been dominated by a single party made of up component parties (only for election purposes of course), time is changing and tensions are running high. What used to be a walk in the part for this party has truly become a race(no we are not talking about Indians, Malays or Chinese), a battle of the titans. It is no longer assumed or expected that they will win as they always have and then in it creates a whole lot of chain reactions.

Why in the first place can a single party or individual be allowed to rule for such a long period of time? Well, that requires an analysis of the political system that we are apart of that I will not be discussing. It is what it is.

This elections in fact is the dirtiest ever. They say 1Malaysia but is is merely a propaganda tool for they still use…race.. Races. Yes races are used as a pre-requisite to demand, to incite, to hurt and to insinuate nothing good. The words you keep hearing is I,My …..repeated over and over again. It is us against the world sort of situation. We don’t really see campaigning do we? We see defamation at every possible level. We see hate campaigns. Why do we allow it? Why do we allow people to campaign and trample another’s image and dignity as a basis for us to defend the worthiness of a party.

If a party is defined by how bad/unethical another party is, well I have to say your party is baseless and has no stand indeed. Also I believe there is no purpose of defaming another to look good- that is like every custody case in the country. If I have to choose to vote base on who is worse, that is truly sad.

Gosh look at the ads in the newspapers below;

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It does not end there either. We hear words constantly repeating about how we the Indians and Chinese are Pendatangs and we should go back to our own countries. It’s weird they didn’t feel that way when we contribute our salaries, business etc to the economy nor do they have such sentiments during non-elections. Oh come on, its pretty obvious. You are using race to define the General Election as a way to win. What better way to fuel people’s emotions? Religion of course. Race of course. That’s how you get people to get ticked off, to get angry, to get pissed, to fear the unknown  and to vote in anger and fear.

They don’t care how it goes down. They only care that it does in their way. To fill their pockets with money and power. You think they care about you at all? Think again. Once they are in power, your wants and their promises become a distant memory. So before it become another term of them deciding what happens to you, why not you show them who is in power. Show them that the people matter. Show them that they are working for us like how we work for our companies. They are in power because we wanted them to not because they are god almighty.

So when you place your vote this Sunday.

Think. Think. Think

What do you want for yourself, for your children, for your country?

“Our masters have not heard the people’s voice for generations and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.”
― Alan MooreV for Vendetta

Do you want to live in fear? Do you want to live knowing that those who are in power will blackmail you at anytime if you do not sing to their tune?

Let us remind them who is in power. Let us remind them that we are not indeed afraid of them. Any government that will rule regardless of party.

“People shouldn’t be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.”
― Alan MooreV for Vendetta

We need them to realise that so we can truly be free. We need to send a strong message this elections .That the citizens rule. Time and time again we will need to remind them at each elections be it the opposition or the Barisan Nasional.  So break out of your prisons that hold you captive and make an educated choice.

The time is now. Vote wisely.

If you change your mind, I’m the first in line Honey

I’m still free , take a chance on me

If you need me, let me know, gonna be around

If you’ve got no place to go, if you’re feeling down

If you’re all alone when the pretty birds have flown

Honey I’m still free Take a chance on me

Gonna do my very best and it ain’t no lie

If you put me to the test, if you let me try

Take a chance. We often told numerous times in our life to just take that chance. Go out there, I mean what do you have to loose? If you have not accomplish anything yet, what’s there to loose? It applies in every facets of our lives from our careers, education and even our love life.

But the question is do we take that chance? Do you take that chance?

Taking chances, sounds easy enough. Simple enough really. You just go out there and seize the day, seize the moment, seize whatever comes your way. But is it really that simple? Is taking chances that easy? Is there no consequences in putting yourself out there?

If I say no, I’d be pulling your leg most definitely. Come on, how can there be no consequences when you put yourself out there.

It is like being naked. Being vulnerable. Putting your guard down.

Consequences will always be present. What you got to ask yourself really is if that chance is worth taking? Is it really? Are you taking that chance for yourself or because someone else wants you to?

How that chance is taken and how it will work or proceed is entirely up to you…I’m not saying that taking chances will result in having a positive outcome nor am I saying that it will guarantee happiness, money or even success.

That is the thing about taking chances. It involves a lot of risk.

It might leave you more bent out of shape that you were before. It might make you the happiest women/men alive. It might rob you off your self-confidence for a bit. It might make you see the world in a different light. It might take you on an adventure you would have never ever been open to before. It might open doors to the impossible.

The thing is that you won’t know which one of these possibilities will be your outcome.

What I can tell you is that taking a chance on something or someone is not easy, especially if you have been through a lot on your own, if you have been jaded in the past for whatever reason…it sure as hell ain’t easy and anyways saying it is bullshitting you to the core.

Will you regret taking that chance, I can’t say. I’m not you nor are you me.

At times, I do wonder whether taking chances is a good idea because it can leave you freezing in the cold, gasping for air-wishing you had never crossed or walked that path. You might walk to the middle of the bridge to take that chance will the other person might leave you hanging mid-way. It isn’t entirely up to you. But what I do know is that…

…In that smallest gap of a moment, I think of all the wonderful things I did experience. while taking that path towards my chance and I feel maybe it was worth it after all. Even if it does hurt now.

I mean would you rather leave it to the universe to decide?  I wouldn’t.

ABBA  did set the record, years ago…



Part 1

The word itself, brings the notion of nothing good. Why so? Simply because the attraction might deem to be unproductive, not good in the eyes of society or worse still detrimental to the well being of your soul.  But today I ain’t here to discuss or preach about how you should stay away from fatal attractions because the thing is you do not choose who you are attracted to (for me anyways), it just happens for a myriad of reasons.

The question is what to do when it does…and how the hell do you remove yourself intact from this fatal attraction that threatens your sanity.

But before getting there, let’s explore a little on fatal attraction. I am by no means an expert on the matter book wise but trust me, if you want to know someone who gets attract to lethal things, things that could possibly kill you either spiritually, emotionally or literally, I’m THE woman 🙂 (got that right this time, did I not?)

The things about attraction is that it happens so swiftly, it sweeps you like how the wind blows by and you lose your hat…It is so subtle yet so powerful that it almost impossible to avoid the moment of which the inception of this attraction begins… The fact that it is so subtle does not ring any alarm bells in your mind, no not at all. I mean hey..if you see fire- you ain’t going to run towards it- unless your Superman of course or your paid to run in to burning buildings for a living.

As I was saying… the problem here about this sort of attraction is that it disguises itself as something very harmless, so harmless than you might not have a clue that it is potent at all so much so you indulge yourself and allow to be around such company for long periods of time and wham!!!!!! before you know it, your hooked!

I mean here you were living your life …you know, minding your own business and here comes this wave that sweeps you over and hits you when you least expect it. I mean its subtle, its calm, its almost relaxing and then out of nowhere it’s stuck on you. So, bottom line is that your hooked.

You are like a junkie that needs his or her drugs that in this case comes in the form of the person’s smile, voice, jokes..the person’s company. I mean your mind is telling you that, it is possibly not a good idea at all but you know how it is, the heart wants what the heart wants. While your mind decides to completely ignore or stay as far as possible, the heart starts scheming on plans to make things happen and before you know it, your in a deeper shit hole then when you started.

Of course it’s exhilarating to have a crush and trust me, this sort of crush….can be explosive.

From smiling for no reason to singing your lungs out for the slightest indication of reactions from your source of attraction….boy do you have it bad…

Part 2 continued………….

Oh yes you do… You know you don’t want to pursue it even though every fiber of your being screams at you to do so..but the logical part of you (although I have very little of that part :P) begs you to turn a blind eye. You almost do when you control yourself from pursuing anything that pushes you towards the wave but like I said many times before, somethings are just unstoppable.

Cause when it comes to feelings….to matters that relate to the heart. You can toss all the logic out of the window because all things you should know or should know has no place in this whirlwind…I don’t care which book you read it from, which philosopher preached about it or whatever, really… cause when it comes to the heart ,there are no rules. For the so call rules will be bent, pushed, turned-upside down and in the worst case scenario, it will be broken bit by bit, as if the whole notion of it was ridiculous to begin with…

So what do you do? Do you allow the waves to come crashing down on you? Sweeping you away to the shore? Do you allow it to take you over? Well, it really depends doesn’t it?

How will I know? How will you know?

That is just it! You don’t.

What you got to do is either let it happen naturally or fight against it with every fiber of your being.

For there is no money back guarantee, no replacement, no substitution, no time clock reversal or anything of the sort.

If you go with it and it happens, as Veehchirra, a fellow bloggers says, it could be the best love story ever written or a big disaster waiting to happen.

Either way, you decide.

Fatal attraction or not.

It’s is your call, as the power is within your grasp.

Whether it makes you or breaks you is a whole different story altogether.

Watch this btw…awesome tribute to Whitney and be-fitting to this post 😛 How Will I know?

You know in the past, it would be a common thing to see a man sitting down after a long day of work, reading his newspaper while his wife brings him coffee. But of course, he would be that same man who would fix the light bulb, chase the mice as his significant other screams at the sight of it, take the car for service, pay the bills among other common things you would expect a man to do (but then again, is it really a common thing expected anymore?).

He would be the one, who you could rely on to BE A MAN. You know the whole protect you if things go haywire, defend , you from other people. Simple gentleman sorta thing like opening car doors, giving you a peck on the cheek (subtle but intimate), walking you to your car/door after a date. But most importantly, the one you feel the safest with, someone who makes you feel secure- that feeling that makes you feel that you can do anything in their presence and not have to worry, even for a minute.

But the question is where have all the men’s men gone? You know the real men….

Most of them can’t even fix a light bulb, they run at the sight of mice and hide behind the women. Worst still are the ones who can’t do anything that remotely signifies the whole I AM MAN but with the whole I AM MAN ego intact, those are the worst kinds.  The ones who you feel, you need to protect. You need to support and tell them over and over again that it is okay.

I know most men will now say, hey woman…the women these days are similar-most can’t cook to save their lives nor maintain a household. Right you are!

I have no disagreements on that note, except to say I ain’t like that 🙂

This post is in no account trying to dis men in general but rather just an outcry, perhaps like a tiny scream within wondering where are the men’s men!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, I realize the very few men who are….live in my father’s generation or are unattainable.

Perhaps I’m living in the wrong era.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

And all along I believed
I would find you
Time has brought
Your heart to me
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I’ll love you for a
Thousand more

Driving back at 2 am, hearing this song with such an intensity- reflecting on conversations I’ve had with the closes of friends in the last week or so- and still it puts me in awe. The simple fact that we believe, no matter how jaded we are that in the end, each of us will find that someone who makes us feel that way…that way.

Putting all that aside, the songs..the lyrics..the scenes that have replayed in our minds millions of times of true love, of finding someone…that completes that circle…the balance we hope to achieve when we do find that person in our lives. But are we believing on blind faith?

Is it what we truly come up with ourselves? The idea of finding that perfect someone who completes us. Is there such a person? I mean are we truly being idealistic at best?

I mean after all in the movies, in lyrics, in songs- it always works out somehow…the scene always ends with the heartbroken person, falling safely into the trusting, loving and strong hands of their rescuer, their perfect person in one way or another through the beautiful institution of marriage.

It hardly ever shows you what happens beyond that…beyond the wedding dress, the shoes, the event, the food, the glamour, the hype of it all… I mean what really happens?

You put two completely different individuals together, no matter what sort of mutual habits/likes/hobbies etc..I mean your putting two people of the opposite sex together, that itself throws you off completely. The way females and males think differ, its like being on different planets altogether (Yes,….Mars and Venus alright). But it does not end there! Then if you look further, you looking at different characters, personalities, principles..the list goes on.

How can these two people co-exist in the same bubble continuously and be able to deal with each other with all the quirks, the ups, downs across the years? Do they get tired? Can they love each other with the same intensity as they did before?

Yet people lie, cheat, beg, steal and the list continues in relationship prior and even after marriage, at times. So what keeps us still looking for that someone? Finding for that person? Having a hope that we will beat the odds, we will be triumph through it all. We will be different.

The question is how many of us have said that before, we will be different, we won’t be like them. We will survive….

What is the cost of that survival?

Losing who you are? Being someone else? Living a double life? Starting to despise the sight of a person you could not stay even a minute from before without missing….? Truly being connected with the other person? Soul mates? Does it exist? For how long?

I have no clue….

The odds are depressing..the amount of people who suffer in the pursuit of finding that right person…..

Yet we still hope, we still love and we still pursue that road that leads us to a thousand years.

Why? Why do I still believe? Why do you??

Like most women,I JUST DON’T GET IT!!!

What is it with the men folk? They chase after you like there is no tomorrow and when you reach the point where you feel really mean for not giving them the time of day and because they have been so nice you let them in..they start acting like bafoons( not all men of course) this is just a very simple example ..

and there is this lingo you say A they think you meant D…sometimes something so harmless can turn into a huge argument…among other things..

Are we on different planets,do we like speak different languages?

I mean I don’t even want to get into the whole discussion of how men are completely different prior to marriage and after..the question is why?

Is it that we women are not listening hard enough? There is a different lingo we need to learn? Or is that man are just the way they are and you either gotta take it or leave it.

Come on guys..need some feedback here.

“I just don’t get it, if your stupid it is know but the problem is..YOUR NOT! You guys are intelligent but then when you guys give me work like this……arggh “

Anyone listening to this conversation would think that I was really getting it bad with the person in question, but in the contrary the person in question is not only one of the most respected persons in my books but also a man I totally care about and love. He often reminds me of my father. If I were to use any words to describe how he is to me, it would be “tough love”.

The man in question is my professor. I met him in 2002 when I first entered University Sains Malaysia to purse my undergraduate studies in Communication. Not liked by many due to his hard exterior and sarcastic comebacks, students would stay away from him. I on the other hand thought he was brilliant (yes and extremely sarcastic!)

Sitting in one of his first classes, the moment he started talking.. I stopped and listened attentively (why it was such a big deal? Simple… because I hardly listened, instead I would normally draw cartoons and what-nots when a lecturer speaks.. most of the time as I my attention span was minimal). But the moment the man opened his mouth, brilliance just came out so effortlessly. It was so clear. Another thing that I liked about him was that he did not give a damn about what people thought about him. He was smart and he knew it. He did not let anyone step on his head or give him crap. Admired that.

I used to drop by his office and see him off and on, for no particular reason. Back in university, I was a public relations major, so off the grid for someone like me. Hence, it meant hardly any dealings with prof because he was the journalism head but somehow I was drawn towards journalism and their lecturers. I was more in-tune to anything related to journalism or these lecturers and who would have thought that I would purse journalism in my postgraduate studies, but that is a different story altogether.

As I admired him to bits and thought he was of such brilliance when I decided to purse my postgraduate studies, naturally he became my supervisor. Trust me it was hard being his student. He expected nothing but the best and anyone who knows me academically, as a student knows that I have a million ideas (working, productive ideas) but sadly my organization skills when it comes to putting those thoughts in order was awful. He had to deal with that throughout my 2 years of doing my postgraduate studies in the area of new communication technology. I wanted to quit many times as it was really tough. But having him on-board was one of the reasons I stuck on- I knew he would ensure I gave quality.Conversations like above would always occur and every time I call him I feel like I’m walking on glass as I was nervous (I always wanted to please him and sound smart), hence I would make even more mistakes and blunders than normal.

As the years have passed, I have gone through so much academically and work wise. In my classes, I mirror him in many ways with the way I teach and I always tell my students about his brilliance and how he has mentored me all this years. Everything I do academically largely relates to my prof and his ways of teaching, his ideas and thinking..I owe the little parts of brainy me…to him ….how he has developed how I think critically.

He has always been there to support me and I notice that during every big decision of my life, I’m always either consulting my parents and prof. What he as taught me in class, during my post-grad and even the life lessons, as I entered the working world has been priceless.

I never really knew the depth of his influence on me and what I have achieved… till last Friday, as I walked down the hill in USM after meeting my current supervisors… I remembered his email recently also asking me if I was okay as I had resigned and started my own business, I mean my time lecturers could not be bothered about you let alone what you do after you leave their class but prof was always different.

I realized that I have never really thanked him for being there for me. For being my mentor all these years…for being the one who believes in me. He is one man besides my father than makes me cry, proud and happy with my achievements and progress. He makes me strive and be all that I can and I’m forever thankful and blessed to have such an influential figure in my life. My mentor 🙂

Thank you, prof.

Gurney Drive.

An area that holds lot of memories for most Penangnites and heart-core supporters of this lovely little island 🙂 Like myself. After being away from Penang for the last 5 months, it is always loved to be welcomed home with open arms.

So sitting down and lamenting on how peaceful it was, I felt at home. It had been a long time since I even considered wanting to return to Penang be it to visit or to stay for good. But today, I felt like I did many years before. So I sat there, with my mother and a close friend we saw many antics.

It started off very quiet and after a session of taking pictures of each other- typical Penang rookie behavior (born-again Penangnite?:P), we were pulled away by a sound of something falling. Turning back I saw this young adults or perhaps teenager possibly around 18 or a little older stuck in the mud, most of his leg was deep in the mud. Curious, we all watched as his friends video-taped the whole incident and as he successfully removed his shoe from the thick mud trap. His friends giggled and I thought it was a little mean, the poor dude was drenched in mud- but heck everyone had fun and he was a good sport.. Was just thinking to myself, how lovely to hear the sound of happiness through their laughter.

Swept away by my surroundings and just being in the island, I was in a world of my own until of course some commotion broke my concentration off and I say a bunch of guys, particularly this guy with long hair hitting this guy with a helmet, as his girlfriend used her body to shield him from the attacks. From their body language it was obvious they not only knew each other, but they did not intend to hurt the girl but do some serious damage to the guy.

As blows and blows went to his head, I sprung up from my seat in shock and screamed at them to stop. They looked at me for a while and stopped then they continued to do so. My mum and friend called me to move away from the scene this resulted in my first 911 call to report an incident. Hardly making any sense, hence why it took so long…I gave them descriptions of the incident and reported it. Less than 5 minutes later, the police were on the scene (KUDOS to the cops, I was so proud of them).

By then the young men who were hitting this guy was already in hiding. I saw one of them get into a Waja, Silver but later one the guy seemed to have walked out of the car and hid elsewhere. I managed to give as much details I had by chasing after one of the cops who were on the other side of the road.

After a short period of time, a bunch of guys were in a car were stopped, I identified that it was possibly the same guys earlier but could hardly see from my car. But they had definitely checked out the tip I gave them and the girl who was shielding her boyfriend was present. I have no idea what happened after that.

One thing I do know was I felt quite pissed off, in fact embarrassed with Malaysians. Here, there was a bunch of guy mercilessly hitting this boy with helmets and instead of stopping to help or chase this guys away people started to disperse and move away. Thankfully, a guy and his girlfriend together with another few random guys decided to take matters into their own hands(which I was totally impressed and respect them for..) and walked fast towards this morons. Seeing them coming towards them really fast, they begun to disappear.

The question here is would you turn a blind eye if this would have happened to you? How would you have reacted?
Would you have said anything?Screamed? Shout? Call the cops…pretend you did not see anything, not get involved..etc?
What would you do? I couldn’t…

The title itself of this post, rings close to home. Anyone …especially those who have known me from school days, will understand why my blog title reads…. “Rebel With A Cause”..

From school days, I’ve always been known as the rebel. I was always the one to not only ask, demand and get what I think is right from the get go. I’ve always asked why and I always stood up for what I thought was right at any given point, even since primary school.

Of course being so young, my bold and direct approach was not always taken kindly, earning me the reputation of the troublemaker.
Now that I’m older, has much changed? Perhaps not.

In some circles, I’m still known as the trouble maker (especially in the office among the management staff-I’m sure of that!). Well in an industry like mine, I’m considered pretty young hence again the young complex…so I should not be so bold nor say what I think is right, no no no….

But I am such…I will not accept things just as it is, I will question you till you turn blue… if you do not have your facts right. I have no fear of superiors or influential people if they are wrong in my eyes (can be a bad thing, trust me:)..the list goes on…

I guess I should thank my parents for that, although some might find that it is a value that a woman should not really uphold to that sort of level (as it creates two folds sometimes three folds of issues that keep coming).

Of course as I get older, the rebel part of me has changed in many ways and the issues I fight for differs…When I was younger it was concerning issues that affected me directly and as I get older it concerns the people around me…

My kids (no not my biological ones) know for a fact that they can come to me, at any given time with an issue and if they have solid reasons or facts to back their claims, I will defend them, even if it makes the management frown. Making me not so popular with the management that has had severe blows to my career. despite my credentials of being highly educated, passionate, pro-active, a problem-solver and good with the kids.

But like I’ve said many a time, we make our choices 🙂

For the longest time (the last 6 years-yet it seems so long), almost most of my career I have been an educator and if I can say, a damn good one. I teach with passion, I go the extra mile for the student and my relationship with them goes far beyond the classic classroom teacher-student, as I know them as, not only students but individuals in their own right.

In this last 6 years, despite it all, I’ve been the rebel in college many a time when I bring up issues that affect my students and their education. Trust me, when you try to do the right thing people will come after you, I had a knife so close to my back for the last 2 years, it was hard to breathe, yet I continued on and did the best I could,for as long as I felt the cause was worthy.

That time has passed though and like every rebel with a cause, it’s time for this rebel to have her own cause….this time around I’m doing something for myself. My students might find it hard to see me in any other role, trust me it was hard in the beginning, to imagine myself doing anything else.

I love education, I love educating but mostly I LOVE my students …and when I can make a difference in their life, even in the slightest, smallest portion…… makes my day. I will continue to love what I love but not at the expense of having to lie or cheat, hence my decision to have my own cause, a cause that might not be as potent as my other causes previously, but just as important perhaps to my development as an individual.

I will come back one day and return to my passion of educating in colleges or universities but for now the educating will take place via something much more calm, peaceful, soul soothing….for a change, my hands will do the talking (god knows, my mouth needs a break :).

So do visit me in my new venture, support me if you can (

I know it’s something new and perhaps something you would have never imagined me doing,but all you need to do is look at me, to know, that this is good for me. It’s super good( god you should look at my skin now!) and if you could see my soul, I would tell you it’s doing the LAMBADA 🙂

I’m happy and I hope all of you are too 🙂

So for now, the rebel’s cause will be soul soothing 🙂 It’s funny eh, from a rebel who used to be called Baasha to one who practices calming, soothing energy for the soul. My my how we change…