It was now and then never! First niggle of the day, I wrote my whole blog and then tried to change a picture and lost everything! AAAAAARRRGH! So here I go again, a little smarter this time. I will now be diligently entering all my thoughts onto a word format before cutting and pasting it into the blog site, PERIOD!
The picture does not speak louder than what I will be posting in this blog of mine. Yes, I speak my mind, I speak more than my mind, I speak too much, too often. My question would be, “Why ever not?” What is wrong with speaking our thoughts as long as we aren’t killing or stealing. Hurting is exceptional because hurting is an emotion one must learn to get over. Facing the truth and the ugly helps improve oneself, not that it has improved me but until I am convinced that my speaking the truth is “bad”, I will continue to do so.
I have been told many a times that I talk too much. My dad told me so, rest his soul, my husband tells me, soul not rested yet, my sisters tell me so (they have given up recently, so I hear very little from them), my aunts tell me so (they haven’t given up still) and a whole host of others have tried. But being a natural niggler, that is ME! I can’t change, like I can’t change they way other people say things, I just have to accept them or just tell them off, why can’t I be accepted for what I am, why is my being blunt any different from those diplomatic liars who say nice things but carry real bad thoughts inside? Take me as a joke, laugh at my silliness, ridicule me as I do others, treat it as I do, spill the beans, vomit and puke, let it all out and not be ashamed of what others think of you. Be yourself! If they can’t like you for what you are, then so be it. Strange as I am, I, too have friends who can’t stand my character and yet love to be with me! Explain that!
So this is an introduction of what you might expect from my blog. The whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God! Word for word, absolutely no sugar coating. It’s going to be purely my opinion and my opinion alone, there is absolutely no right or wrong. Please share your thoughts and let’s have a great form of tension release in arguing the cases. Yes, nigglers are argumentative because we have reasons to back up our points. I just don’t do it for the fun of it or maybe I do. Maybe I do it to console my unsettled character.
I hope to share everything and anything, to learn more and maybe to help anyone exposed to my blog to understand about being forthright and open instead of hiding self hurting secrets, it’s about unleashing oneself, about getting that breathe of fresh air and mostly about revealing the ugly truth and not hiding under the “I am happy all the time” masks. Everyone in the world has a story, tell it, don’t go to your grave with it, let the people around you know what and how you feel, stop yourself from suffering the pains yourself. Learn to love yourself a little more than those whom you think love you. Simultaneously, I too hope for someone out there with a solution to my headstrong character, stubbornness, help me find my softer sympathetic side (currently non existent) and my niggling nature. At this juncture, the image of my sister sending me another sms to read some part of the Bible fills my mind. To my dear sister, I think not. I believe God has shown me this path to seek the Timothy in me. I have to say, I am not as good with the Bible as she is, for she can read miracles out of the passages and also at the same to suit her every situation. It’s how you read it and how your mind deciphers it and most of the time, she gets it deciphered to sway the way she expects it to. Till I get to master it that way, I will go this way. Forgive me God and sister.
I will be blogging on what comes by my life, be it friends, foes, happenings, things that affect our lives even up to telling you about good stuff and the not so great, right down to products, services, foods, you name it and I will share my niggly thoughts with you. I will not be purposefully putting anything down unnecessarily and will explain my thoughts based on my opinion. Argue if you wish, correct me if I am wrong, I welcome constructive criticisms openly. Ok, even the non constructive ones are fine. However, beware that I might just get truthfully nasty with my opinions, depending on the time of the month. I am after all a woman and that would be my prerogative. Forgive me. (Oh dear, this is so not me!)
Well, following this was supposedly my first niggle to blog about, but because of what happened to my first entry, this has now become my 2nd niggle of the day.
MR NPP – I HAVE NOT LUCK WITH NEWSPAPER VENDORS
It started early this morning, the 3rd problematic encounter with our newspaper vendor. The first was the newspapers being strewn all over, simply thrown into the winds for me to collate and sort out before it looked like a newspaper. After 3 requests to have the paper strapped in a band, problem 1 was solved. The 2nd encounter was overcharging for services. This is pending until the next bill when it should be offset. I am expecting the argument of the billing being the forthcoming newspaper issue. Then the 3rd encounter was non delivery of today’s paper.
After numerous calls and sms, whilst waiting for the delivery, I received a call from Mr Newspaper, let’s call him Mr NPP for short. He said, “Newspaper all ready sent Ma?!” If it was sent, why don’t I see it? I have bad short sightedness but my long sight is perfect and unless the newspaper was invisible, it wasn’t there. He told me to wait outside and that he would come and come he did. He called me when he arrived “in front of my gate” and said that he saw the newspaper in my front yard which made me continue to cringe my eyes looking for it. It was a really sunny morning and I am sure I wouldn’t miss a very black skinned person on a black bike in front of my gate. And had I been blind, I would have been able to smell him. Always wondered when they would invent a helmet that gives ventilation to the head to avoid the stench of head sweat.
I asked if he saw my car. He said, “It’s invisible at the moment.” I can take retaliation and for that I must say his retort was quite intelligent of him. He then realized he had thrown in 2 extra newspapers into the wrong house. Thereafter, he did manage to come to my street finally, but alas he had brought the Chinese paper instead of the Star. So back went Mr NPP smarty pants returning 10 minutes later with my Star Newspaper. And all that took place in the first 3 hours of my Monday morning.
PERFORATED PLASTIC GLASSES
After the first little disaster with the papers, I decided that today would be great day to start my blog, since I couldn’t convince my dear husband to extend some dollars to have my overdue-for-service car sent to the workshop. Suddenly I remembered to having bought a pair of these black plastic glasses. These resemble the ones that blind people wore when their eyes were not nice to look at. I will save you the details in describing those. Anyway, I bought them from Guardian Pharmacy more than 7 months ago, on one of my frivolous buying sprees. They were supposed to rectify short and long term sighted problems if worn for 2 hours daily over a period of time. I figured that this would be the best time to try them out. I am one of those, can’t-afford-corrective lasic surgery ones. Then again, those operations aren’t recommended for the over 40 in age, and don’t work for those suffering from short sighted problems. At RM75, why not, it is definitely a cheaper alternative. So I will keep you all posted on the results of using these blind man looking glasses. Its lenses are actually perforated and somehow looking through the perforation, the eyes need to re-adjust their focus or something to that effect. I am just a CHO, what do I know about clarifying technical terms. Here’s a peek at what it looks like, certainly not a picture for any husband’s wallet!
NATIONAL DAY CELEBRATION OF ANOTHER COUNTRY, NOT MINE
I will have much more to talk about after tonight. I have been “invited” (aka “nicely insisted” to be more accurate) to attend my husband’s country of origin’s national day cocktail party. We never attended any grand function. The last one was 9 year’s ago, it was our wedding. It will be extremely boring for me as I don’t speak a word of Spanish. I will however make an effort to put on my best dress, not that my figure would allow me to look savvy and sexy and not that I would be someone my husband would be proud to show off to his Spanish counterparts. I will try best to put a good, demure front (so not me!) and give face to him. Just what I need to do, to add on to his already oversized ego. Hmmm, once in 9 years, I guess is bearable!
HIGH HEELS ON A BAD BACK?
I shall also attempt to go in my black high heels. One thing I hate is to look fat and short, a definite No-No for me. Why I say attempt? Because I am still in the recovery stage from the back injury caused by this silly brown coloured biatch who hit my little Mr Bean car with her monstrous Land Rover! To top it all off, she blamed it on her brown coloured babies and put me through hell to get everything sorted out. Don’t ask me where she left her brains when that happened. That’s another niggle to be covered in a whole blog dedicated to her!
Well, I complete my first entry, I must say, it does feel that this reentry is far better than the original which was lost. This concludes that 2nd time can be better, but this certainly does not apply to marriage, mind you!
So my 2 hour masquerading as Mrs Donya Blind is up and my smoke break is coming up. You know what, this blogging could just be the cure to my smoking habit or at least cut it down. I haven’t smoked for the past hours since I started blogging! Keeping my fingers crossed!
NIGGLINATION.BLOGSPOT.COM BIRTHS
Just had to add this in, this is my smoke inspired blogging name, it was to be notniceniggler.blogspot.com but I would also like to niggle nice stuff from time to time to those that are really deserving and my smoke inspired name will be nigglination.blogspot.com Smoking does inspire! Apologies to all non-smokers, you wouldn’t understand.
CHO – THE NEW EXECUTIVE OFFICER
Now I have time enough to pick out my outfit to make my husband proud at the cocktail before I continue my CHO duties and pick my son up from school.
For those of you wondering what CHO?? I always thought housewives and homemakers were just too demeaning and disrespectful...... So all you CHOs out there, the next time you fill in a personal details card under occupation, that’s you and me ......
