Little Music Box of Thoughts

My latest episode of Grey’s Anatomy deals with forgiveness. A surgical intern accidentally hits a car, a family, mum, dad, a pregnant daughter and her husband in the load. Because of overworking, tiredness took control of the surgeon’s wheels.

A surgeon’s role is to save lives. Not take them away. So, this pregnant daughter obviously did not survive. And the surgeon wanted to apologize to the family. The father who at the beginning threatened to beat up the surgeon for landing his whole family in the hospital walked over to the surgeon’s room and gave him a pat while he kept on apologizing.

So, are you that forgiving? Do you forgive someone who took away the life of the one person that you have learned to love ever since ever? Apparently, George, moved  by this kind gesture, forgived Meredith too. For crying during sex, that is.

But in the end, come to think of it, would you forgive and forget? 

I was on my daily dose of Grey’s Anatomy again today. As usual, in my fricking comfortable sweatpants, I sat in my dad’s emperor’s chair (he likes to be known as the emperor at home, haha!) and watched the 19th episode of Season 2.

(Grey’s Anatomy Cast)

In this episode Meredith finally sleeps with, no, not McDreamy or McSteamy for the matter. It’s George! That lucky lad with puppy eyes. He scored, well almost scored.                                                                    

(Dr McDreamy, looking dreamy as usual)

Mid scene, Meredith started crying while he was just getting into action. Not because he was hurting her or anything like that. She assures her that she’s ok and wants George to get what he wants. Saying that, George was dumbfounded. She explained that she didn’t know that she doesn’t want it. She didn’t want to ruin her friendship, this thing, this relationship that he has with George. He walked out and slammed the door.

But crying the middle of sex? Seriously, how much phobia can you install into a guy’s ego? So, guys, when the waterworks starts, right when the action is starting, what would you do? Do you walk out all angry? Do you continue what you are doing? Would you even be in the mood of doing it?

This can be a hypothetical question. I know some are more reserved in their thoughts. But really, I want to know what all parties have to say.

Grey’s Anatomy is my favourite TV show now. It’s starting to turn into “my thing”. I’ve always had a liking for medical shows, earliest of ER or Chicago’s Hope. So, how does this relate to entry this time around. Sit back and listen.

I guess everyone knows by now that I’ve left my previous company to do some soul searching now. And every now and then, I get a friend (or maybe just someone who likes a little gossip to share about Joanne) asking if I’ve found my “soul”. And every single time, I have the same old shrug and say, “I’m enjoying life as it is”.

The thing is, I love TV series. Watching them, even listening to them while I eat my cereals and reading the morning’s papers. I do “reruns nite” very often too particularly for Sex & the City.

As you would have guess, my main activity being at home now and my bf, my only active social contact, being away in mystical India for one month, TV became my best friend.

As I was saying, Grey’s anatomy has been on my “must-watch-list” for the past few days. In season 2, episode 5, Dr Grey Senior said that life as an adult is like riding on a carousel. It just keeps spinning and that’s how life is. You have to go on and on and on. Well, obviously, the moment you stop is the moment where your life ends.

And here I thought, she is actually implying that being an adult comes responsibility. It’s funny because today, I commented in my dad’s face that his hair is turning all grey. And he replied, that he would really appreciate it if I could start taking over the family’s expenses so that he could retire.

And that’s not even the funny part. He had always wanted me to further my studies coz he thinks that it would be “kacang” for me. I might be able to multitask listening to TV conversations, doing sudoku and eating my cereals all at one time but working and studying at the same time, I just have no discipline for it.

So, where am I going with all these ranting at 3am in the morning? I guess someone had to hit the emergency button on the carousel so that for once in my life, I can just stop before I realize everything is just moving to fast for me. I need to get a perspective of my life. Not just jump into every single damn attractive opportunity that I have.

As for friends/plain gossipers/concerned relative, you can now refrain from asking me if I got a job or have started studying. You’ll eventually know if I continued studies and you’ll hear it from me. Or if I got a job, you’ll get my card and my brand new email address. So stop asking coz it’s irritating.

It was a weekday and I was out with my lovely boyfriend, running errands for his upcoming trip to India. Then, we decided to stop by at a PJ shopping mall triangle for lunch (initially it was Vichudda but it was closed due to the Ramadhan season, so, HURRAY!).

(Supermodel to Supernormal they say)

Right after our hearty lunch with BF and his couzD, we crossed to the other mall to grab couzD’s games. While stepping out from the mall, guess who I’ve bumped into. It’s by no surprise a very old friend that I’ve not seen (or sent off to some foreign country) in years.

Boy was I glad to see her. But same could not be say of her. She gave me the "oh-my-god-u-look-utterly-disgusting" look on her face. While she was trying to comprehend my current situation (I was without make-up and wearing my nerdy glasses, but I’m with my loving BF, so i don’t give a damn) I was polite enough to ask her for her new number. Arrgghh, why didn’t I just walk away and pretend I didn’t see her???

A million curses were popping in my head while she keys in her new number into my mobile and stealing glances at the new disgusting me. Amongst them are: "go #@$~# yourself your judgemental biatch!" and "at least i’m not bedding a million other penises to get a decent one".

When she’s finally done (look of horror still in her face), I practically ran as fast as I could. Those looks are socially inappropriate especially in an Asian country where politeness is of high importance.

I know what’s going on BF’s mind. "God, just walk away from that horrible s***"." He thinks that these plastic friends are bad for social health.

So, there’s this question that frequently conjours in my head. Am I the one who commits the social wrong for not putting on a mountain-neous amount of make up when I go out or should I be who I am, especially when my BF thinks I’m perfectly lovable without any make ups?