Compact Calendar 2013 (Malaysia)


Since I ended my rather long stint as a Lady of Leisure (yes, you may barf), I’ve been trying to find a useful calendar. The calendar that I needed had to have the following criteria:

  • Malaysian federal holidays marked
  • school holidays marked
  • specific holidays of my home state AND the state I was working in marked
  • small enough to pin onto my cubicle wall without looking obnoxious, but with space to write notes
  • continuity


The last one became particularly important when I started working on multiple projects. I had to be able to block off dates across months and holidays, in different coloured pens if I had to, so I could just glance at my calendar and immediately get the info I needed instead of flipping pages on a desk calendar or wondering what the hell I meant when I wrote “ref Oct b. 2mo!!!” in my planner.

I stumbled upon David Seah’s Compact Calendar last year, and while it didn’t have the holidays bit, it really was what I needed. There was a Malaysian version with federal holidays, and I made do by marking off state holidays with different highlighters.


Since I couldn’t find one for 2013, I downloaded the Excel files and modified them to put in federal holidays. A version with school holidays marked is also included. You can add your own state holidays by modifying the Tables worksheet in the Excel template.

Here it is if you need it (direct download): CompactCalendar2013-MY


#TipsElakRogol was trending today on Twitter in Malaysia. It basically translates into “Tips to Avoid Rape”. A lot of people were offering so-called tips like, “Women should not dress provocatively” and “Bring a condom, give it to the rapist and submit, therefore not making it rape”.

Those tips aren’t tips. They assume a lot of things. They assume that only women are raped. They assume that women who are raped are asking for it, based on the way they look, dress or act. They also assume that only men commit rape, and that men have no self-control. They assume that rape is about lust.

Here is the very simple reality. Rape is about control and dominance. Anyone can be a rapist and anyone can be a victim of rape.

Here are some REAL tips to avoid rape, culled from less stupid Twitter people (thanks @ksatriya, @geminianeyes, @muniramustaffa and @jhameia). They’re a lot less simple but they’re a lot more real.

Continue reading

A rant about apples

This is going to be a bitchy, ranty, bimbo post. Kinda like an #anmensi on Twitter, but far longer.

Once upon a time, me and my friends learned about the Apple Tree of Self-Worth, or whatever you want to call it. Basically it goes like this – straight women are like apples. The slutty ones are the ones that fall off the tree and get eaten by squirrels, birds, civet cats, etc. (all these animals are men lah). The not-so-picky ones are the ones in the middle, and the “Oh, I am as pure as the freshly fallen snow” types are at the top.

In case it’s not obvious, this is a very problematic metaphor.

Firstly, it implies that straight women have no choice but to be what they are destined to be – sluts, good apples, or sour pure apples. It doesn’t give room for change, like, if I’m a fallen apple just because I’ve had a couple more boyfriends than Miss Top-of-Tree, then it means I can’t change and be the kind of girl who is more cautious before she gives some nice dude the time of day. Macam dah kena chop sondal, tak boleh taubat atau insaf lagi. And why only put the “pure as snow” ones at the top? What, like fallen apples have no worth? I’ll have you know that most of the fallen apples I know are well-educated women with great careers and wonderful personalities (points to self, naturally).

It also assumes that the ones that fall off the tree and get eaten by random passing animals ask to be consumed. As a Fallen Off Tree person, I would like to clarify my much-sullied position. I like men, but that does not make me slutty. Oh, katak bawah tempurung, if you want to see a slut, I will show you a few girls I know who kangkang quite readily after getting to know a guy for three hours, and who have more than one intimate partner at any given time. Like, pagi dengan one guy, petang dengan another guy, malam dengan yet another guy.

Anyway, men are really awesome. Just because you have not been successful in your endeavours to get certain men, it does not mean that you have a right to paint all men as superficial idiots who only want stereotypically hot girlfriends. It’s great that you have high standards, but there’s a difference between high standards because you only want the best, and high standards because you’re delusional and need to get out more. You want someone tall, fit, cute, intelligent, rich, great personality… that’s wonderful! But what do you have to offer in return? You can say, “Oh, the perfect man won’t mind if I do not match him in terms of looks, wealth and intellect” but that is just not fair to him, and totally hypocritical on your part.

So, anyway, Apple Tree of Self-Worth.

My take on it is – if you want to stay at the top of the tree, good for you! But please stop bitching about how it’s always the the ones that fall (and are therefore of inferior quality) get noticed, and realise that we get noticed because we give people the time of day instead of going on and on about our own awesomeness and how no man meets our cray-cray high standards and how ALL MEN SHOULD BOW BEFORE OUR SUPERIOR WOMANHOOD.

Also, I get that most of you Top of Tree chicks are total feminists who proclaim that you support gender equality. Well, it’s not very egalitarian if you want to crush Bad Men under your Doc Martens and have Good Men worship you. That kind of view is exactly the same as the view of men who believe that women exist only to serve them.

How d’you like them apples?


Quick update

I’ll be at AFAMY for the weekend, and won’t be posting (not that that’s anything new).

So here are a few highlights from E3 that I’m particularly excited about. E3 this year felt a little meh for me though, as I’m still pretty bummed out about the delay of BioShock Infinite.


I wasn’t particularly interested in any of the Nintendo stuff (there’s really only so much Mario that I can take).

See you after AFA!

What writing teaches us

And what, you ask, does writing teach us? First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is gift and a privilege, not a right. We must earn life once it has been awarded us. Life asks for rewards back because it has favored us with animation. So while our art cannot, as we wish it could, save us from wars, privation, envy, greed, old age, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all.
Ray Bradbury (1920-2012)

I Haven’t Won the Game

Around the time people started getting all hyped up about the impending release of Diablo 3 (you know the drill – upgrading computers, rearranging the gaming furniture, buying a ton of snack foods and caffeinated beverages to ensure minimal time is spent doing what humans need to do to live, etc), I was starting to feel a little burnt out from all the gaming.


Yeah, I never thought I’d ever say that I’d suffer gaming burnout. This is me we’re talking about here – the girl who pulled all-nighters playing Civilization II (the awesome one with the Fantasy and Space settings) while her classmates were pulling all-nighters trying to figure out calculus, redox reactions and basic anatomy. The girl who lugged a huge laptop everywhere she went just so she could play Neverwinter Nights while waiting for the bus. The girl who marathoned Oblivion for days on end, and yelled at her then-boyfriend when he accidentally deleted her save game with all the discovered locations and then forced him to re-discover said locations on an older save game (this is one of many reasons why we broke up and I stopped gaming for a while).

But addictions reach a tipping point, and while everyone was going all “AAAAAH DIABLO TWO MORE WEEKS AAAAH!!!”, I was starting to wonder if RPGs had reached the point of saturation (more on this in a separate post). I had quests to finish in Skyrim – which I marathoned just as intensely as I did Oblivion, and which also led to a near dissolution of a relationship. I had just finished replaying Mass Effect 2. I had plans to replay both existing Bioshock games and all three Uncharteds

…and yet I couldn’t be bothered to play anything more complicated than Stacking.

That was when I read a Kotaku piece about a game called You Have to Win the Game. Continue reading