Palm Sunday

I was busy bitching with my colleague about this married couple we mutually knew.They both have have everything we ever hope for, a good career, rumah cantik and besar, entertainment set yang besar gedabak and mengeluarkan sound system yang bunyi pun gedabak jugak. Not so much bitching about the wife yang baik hati tu, we discussed intensely about the hubby yang god knows why was he selected to be the 'hubby' in the first place. Talking about wise woman choice.Perangai buruk you all...

I don't usually do this m.e.n.g.u.m.p.a.t. full time (ye lah tu...) but I thought, after the news about Lucy, I really have to distract my thoughts elsewhere. Here the details of the bitching that took place today between 12noon to 3pm...This couple in question, both in their early forties with 3 kids, wife is very nice, nicest woman that you can ever imagine, high profile career, well respected in the community and came from a well heeled family. The husband, dah lah tak hensem, his social skills is to be rephrase as 'so SiaL', stingy, bad mannered, rude,obnoxious, imbecile and anything yang sewaktu dengannya. They apparently were married for over 10 years now and it is so obvious that who is bringing the bread home.

We suspect that the true breadwinner a.k.a. the wife is emotionally bullied and tortured by his acid tongue husband. He disrespect her, disrespect her family, disrespect her and disrespect her family.And he is quite happy to do that in the presence of an audience. Teruknya.

Me and this colleague of mine, kenkadang tu terperangkaplah jugak in their crossfire (his dragon saliva more like!) yang tak friendly itu but all the time, we just bit our tongue, somehow as I always said, marriage is about and between 2 people, we best keep our nose out. But one day, my colleague ni, agaknya terlampau selalu terperangkap in their crossfire, terus cakaplah dengan the wife....'I don't know why you are putting up with this...you're bringing all the money, you're holding this family together yourself, he is not even helping....blah blah blah..., nasib baiklah the wife tu tak kecik ati.

This suddenly brings back the question of bahawasanya, ada jugak orang dalam dunia ni yang suka dimanipulate dengan sehabis-habisnya.The manipulator and the manipulatee selalu nya are in somekind of indescribable partnership. I believe that somehow, the manipulatee is fully aware that he/she is being manipulated.Unconsciously, we agreed for everything for the sake of to keep the peace, jaga hati, chenta (ohhoooi..chenta lah lagi) and for whatever reason the manipulatee may have for giving in to the manipulator.

Not many people readily have the ability to manipulate. The gifted one can do it without even being notice and aware. I'm sure some of you yang dah bertitle parents experienced the manipulating experiment exhibited,expressed by your anak-anak yang terchenta tu. The child often feel triumphant after dapat membodek mak bapak memasing or to get away with what they want. I used to do it, being my father's favourite, I used it against his will to get things done my way (tak lah selalu..dirotan gak kenkadang) and to balas dendam terhadap my brother yang suka curi my clean socks and passed it of as his. I don't have any kids,and...I don't think I am fit to have one and to be a parent. There's a time my anak-anak buah...I have 6...2 I havent seen (since mereka tu diprocessed and diproduced after my last visit) and 4, a spiderman, a Thundercats, a Satria Baja Hitam (hapa ni?) and the taknakbercakaptapidokmenangisaje...The 4 are a good manipulator, they succeed in manipulating all their Uncles & Aunts, Grandparents and last but not least, their own parents.We all knew, but we didn't do anything. I believe part of the reason is to see how far the intelligence will take them.

My manipulator...manipulators...are all known to me.There is things that ought to be learn the hard way.Not sure what that is.But for sure, it will make you a better/lesser person. In a philosophical way of explaination, all of us are lead by our ego strength.We all have our weaknesses,and by continuing to build up your strength is to exhaust all your weaknesses. I made bad choices over the years and I still does, but I'm sure one day, I will see why, learn more and make some sense out of my willing stupidity and rise up.That day will be the day that complete my perfection.Bila? Tak tahu lah....