Hakani, the real story of Infanticide Survivor....

The Suruwaha people live in the western Amazon region of Brazil. Over the past 100 years, this tiny group of people has had sporadic contact with the outside world. While some of these encounters have been positive, most of them have been devastating.

 

Several generations ago, outsiders massacred most of the Suruhawa's witchdoctors. The only one survived left a terrible legacy to his tribe. He said that a people without spiritual guidance had no hope except suicide. As soon as he said this, he ate a poisonous root and died a swift and painful death. From then on, suicide became the Suruhawa's most common method of dealing with anger and pain. Today, it is the leading cause of death within the tribe.

Human Rights violation is unacceptable

 

Despite such a brutal past... Beauty and strength are two of the most important aspects of Suruwaha life. These values are best demonstrated in the Tribe's Puberty Ceremony, through which young men learn the honor and respect they will receive if they can endure pain and lead their people. Such customs provide hope that one day the Suruhawa will regain the optimism and self-respect that were taken from them so many years ago.

A growing number of indigenous people are rising up to fight this practice but when they seek help from the government, they are told that their children are not protected by Brazilian or international law, and that preserving culture is more important than saving individual lives.

Infanticide is something written in the history of human kind. Infant or baby are killed because of some reason. Majorly because they are unwanted. Back to the olden day in China, most time when baby girls were born, they are to be killed because baby boys are much preferred. Please remember, if there's no girl there won't be boy too.

Now... Let me share the story of Hakani, the survivor of infanticide in the heart of Amazon

Hakani whose name means "smile" in Suruhawa language. She is one of the hundreds of children who are targeted for death each year amongst Brazil's 200 plus indigenous tribes. Physival or mental handicaps, being born a twin or triplet or being born out of wedlock: are all considered valid reason for taking a child's life. 

Buried alive because her tribe believed she had no soul, just because she couldn't talk or walk yet, at two years old. Plucked from the grave at the last moment. Shot with an arrow by her own grandfather. Then forced to live as a social outcast for three long years until sickness and negligent brought her once again to the doorway of death..

That was the reason she was to be killed

1995 was the year Hakani been born. She was a little girl full of bright smiles and laughter. Until the age of 2 unfortunately she has not develop the ability to speak or walk and this caused her tribe to put pressure on her parents to kill her. Hakani parents chose to escape the ordeal and killed themselves with poison leaving behind Hakani and her four other siblings. 

Since her parents are dead, the responsibility to kill Hakani now fell to her eldest brother. This is all by pressure from their tribe. He took his sister a short distance from the communal hut and buried her alive in a shallow grave. Hakani's muffled cries continued as she lay buried in the makeshift grave.

Many children who were buried alive cries continued for hours until a deep silence descends but for Hakani the deepest silence never come. This we know God wants her alive still. Someone heard her cries, saved her from the shallow grave and placed her into the hands of her grandfather, who then took her into his hammock. As the oldest member of the family, however he knew what the traditional practice demand him to do.

Hakani's grandfather too his bow and arrow and shot Hakani. His arrow missed her heart and pierced her shoulder. Immediately guilt overcome him and he ate the poison root in attempt to take his own life. The deep silence still does not greet Hakani yet that she had survived again this time.

This is Hakani when she was found

From that day on, at only two and a half years of age, Hakani lived as an outcast. For three years she survived on rain water, bark, leaves, insects and occasionally on food scrap one of her brothers smuggled for her. Along with this gross neglect she was physically and emotionally abused. Children burned her legs because she could not walk and they laughed when she cried. When other walked by, they shouted "Why are you still alive?" "You have no soul!" "Why don't you just die?" I guess the best answer to that is God give her a mission in this life.

Over time Hakani lost her bright smile and all other facial expression. Her situation grew increasingly worse and yet for Hakani the deep silence of death did not descend. Eventually her brother, Bibi rescued her. Carried her to the home of a YWAM (Youth With A Mission) missionary couple who had been working for over 20 years with the Suruwaha Indians in the Amazon Basin. This couple is Marcia and Edson Suzuki.

Marcia and Edson Suzuki with Hakani

The missionaries knew Hakani was weak and very ill. At five and a half years old, she was only weighted 15 pounds, that is 7kg and was only 27 inches in length. The couple began to care for her as their own child but it was hard. She responded to nothing, had no facial expressions, no emotion and would scream and cry when touched because she had gone for so long without any physical contact.

Edson and Marcia cared for Hakani in the Amazon Basin but they knew if they did not get medical treatment she would soon die. Fortunately, they received permission to take Hakani out of the jungle in time. Within six months of receiving love, care and medical attention, Hakani had begun to walk, started to talk and her bright smile returned to her face. After a year she was double her size. This year of 2013, Hakani is eighteen years of age with a bright laughing smile she dances and sings. A lover of art too. Her voice today is a voice for life.

 

 

Below are the photos of Hakani through the years.

 

  

 

This is cute.. Hakani wanted to send a message to Justin Bieber:

 



 

The Displaced People...

Such a long time since I last posted something here. My apology to all. This time I would share about the Displaced Peoples.. Test your knowledge and see if you can figure out who they are. These are some of the facts of their lives in their own country.
 
1) This people have been described as “among the world’s least wanted”
2) They are one of the world’s most persecuted minorities.
3) They have been denied their citizenship since a 1982 citizenship law was enacted in their  country.
4) They are not allowed to travel without official permission
5) They are banned from owning land 
6) They are required to sign a commitment to have not more than two children
 
Have you gotten it yet? Ok.. Now let me share. The people I am talking about here is the Rohingyas people. They are from the state of Rakhine in the West Coast of Myanmar. Sounds familiar yet? Their miserable lives comes to our attention last year through International medias in 2012 Rakhine State Riots. This makes me wonder, must we see blood first before we could take action or at least care.

Rohingyas are stateless, displaced, unwanted, oppressed people and they have nowhere to call homes. The statistics according to UNHCR draws my attention because it is something related to Malaysia. As of January 2010, there are some 79,284 refugees and asylum-seekers in Malaysia. Of these 73,287 are from Myanmar, comprising some 17,712 Rohingyas from the Northern Rakhine State.

When the country you were born in decides to take your citizenship from you and confines you to your state only, restricts your freedom to travel. When your children are no longer allowed to study, all your books are taken away from you and you are not permitted to publish any writings in your language. When you are forces to pay tax for petrol, rice, clothes, milk and every other thing you buy, eat or use. When you are forced to leave the country of your birth, the country that once called you its own children and you refuse to go. When you say no to the powers and they fall upon you with force. When your women are raped merciless, your brothers executed before your eyes, when your neighbours are burned alive.. Then you know what it's like to be a Rohingyas.

 

 

 

 

The Rohingya people are Muslims. They practice Sunni Islam with elements of Sufi worship. Since the government restricts educational opportunities for them, many pursue fundamental Islamic studies as their only educational option. Mosques and religious schools are present in most villages. Traditionally, men pray in congregations and women pray at home.

In 2009, a senior Burmese envoy, (the country's Consul General) Ye Myint Aung wrote to heads of foreign missions in Hong Kong and local newspapers insisting the Muslim tribe should not be described as being from Myanmar branded the Rohingya "ugly as ogres" and a people that are alien to Myanmar. "In reality, Rohingya are neither Myanmar people nor Myanmar's ethnic group," he also said. By the way who give him the right to describe people as ugly. Below is the photo of Ye Myint Aung. You judge.. Is he too good looking that he called others as ugly.

Ye Myint Aung


The 2012 Rakhine State riots are a series of ongoing conflicts between Rohingya Muslims and ethnic Rakhine in northern Rakhine State, Myanmar. The riots came after weeks of sectarian disputes and have been condemned by most people on both sides of the conflict. The immediate cause of the riots is unclear, with many commentators citing the killing of ten Burmese Muslims by ethnic Rakhine after the rape and murder of a Rakhine woman as the main cause. Whole villages have been "decimated". Over three hundred houses and a number of public buildings have been razed.

According to Tun Khin, the President of the Burmese Rohingya Organisation UK (BROUK), as of 28 June 650 Rohingyas have been killed, 1200 are missing, and more than 80,000 have been displaced. While according to the Myanmar authorities, the violence, between ethnic Rakhine Buddhists and Rohingya Muslims, left 78 people dead, 87 injured, and thousands of homes destroyed. It also displaced more than 52,000 people. Who knows which is the truth?

When you are forced to flee your own country because it is no longer safe for you and your kin, there waiting for night to comes, set your improper equipped small boats and sail to sea, saying prayers to God that you will live. When you finally arrived at another men's country without proper identification documents with no even a buck to your name. When they arrest you and you stand before a Magistrate at court, as he asked for your passport and you have nothing to say because you don't even understand a single word he say.. You are GUILTY is just the decent ending. Stripped off clothes, arms and legs spread, hands and feet then tied and whipped with cane that your soul feel the pain. When you are thrown to detention center, deported from the country, sold to traffickers who extort you. When they use their fists to knock out the teeth off your mouth, cut and bruise your flesh until you find a way to pay the money the demand of you... Then you know how it's like to be a refugee.

The Slum  where Rohingyas live in

 

Rohingyas Refugee Camps in Bangladesh

Refugee Camps

 

 

Aung San Suu Kyi with the Muslim Rohingyas

 

Maybe there is nothing much we can do about this situation but sharing this story of Rohingyas people will let more people to aware of their existence and suffering in this world.

 

 

 

Thanks to:

Disappointed by Hope, Migrants and Refugees in Search of a Better Life

 Excerpt some from Wikipedia and UNHCR

 

It is that Season of the year again.... Merry Christmas

     On this day, 24th Dec 2012... A day before Christmas, it's that time again when everybody at home making all the noise of joy and happiness. The laughters, warm hugs, teasing each other, sharing of sweet secrets with your closest sibling  or whoever that is close to you. There will be a lot of surprise faces with big round eyes. Also lots of funny grins and teasing each other joyfully. December as we all know it, is a month of holiday and almost the best season of the year. Though with all our joy and happiness, don't forget that there are lonely souls somewhere out there who needed some of our reasons to be happy. Sometimes, it is neither the nice gifts nor the elaborate Christmas decoration or even the grand feast that can heal the loneliness within... It's the presence of someone so dear to our heart that we're missing. Nice warm hug, smile and caring pats can turns all sorrows into smiles. There is something missing in me too right now. A deep feeling of loneliness.



    Why do we love Christmas? When I was a little kid, maybe about four years old I remember asking my parents why there is no snow falls during Christmas outside our home because all the movies on TV showed snow falls during Christmas in their place. Remember "Home Alone"? I don't know where those places are then but it seems so far away. You can see how naive I was back then asking why the people on TV, in our Christmas books and magazines have different hair colors. Here everyone hairs are mainly black and of course white or grey that they called it that piled on Grandpa's crown. As far as I remember, that was my first lesson about the season called Winter and I am curious since that day, the few days before Christmas 1987. I told myself I will stand under a snowy sky one day to feel snow fall on my skin. Then of course along the way I learned about Summer, Spring and Autumn too.



     Then the other tradition is to open presents on Christmas morning. That was obviously full of tension because we fought for presents then. There were pushing, pulling, laughing and the loudest cried during the fight for presents. Being children, we are strong enough to always fight for the biggest present. The biggest always mean the best because we were yet to understand that best thing can come in the smallest package. Our parents have their own way of doing things, they don't put name on the presents. We noticed the size of the packages are different so the things wrapped inside won't be the same at all. I guess they need to see their children behaviors. Who's greedy, naughty or nice? What am I? I won't tell that.

      Now, who is Santa Claus? He's a legendary character also known as Saint Nicholas, Father Christmas and simply "Santa", also Sinterklaas as a figure with legendary, mythical, historical and folkloric origins who, in many Western Cultures, is said to bring gifts to the homes of the good children during the late evening and the over night of Christmas on the 24 December. According to the tradition which can be traced back to 1820s, Santa lives in the North Pole, he have flying reindeers that pulls his sleigh and magical elves who help him making toys in his workshop. Santa Claus is generally depicted as a portly, joyous, white-bearded man sometimes with spectacles—wearing a red coat with white collar and cuffs, white-cuffed red trousers, black leather belts and boots.  This image became popular in the United States and Canada in the 19th century due to the significant influence of Clement Clarke Moore's 1823 poem "A Visit From St. Nicholas" and of caricaturist and political cartoonist Thomas Nast. This image has been maintained and reinforced through song, radio, television, children books and films. Everybody loves Santa though when I was a kid I said all our Santa in Malaysia is not real as Santa should be Caucasian. Sorry about that. 

      Christmas (In old English as Crīstesmæsse, meaning "Christ's Mass"is an annual commemoration of the birth of Jesus Christ and a widely observed holiday, celebrated generally on December 25 by millions of people around the world. A feast central to the Christian liturgical year, it closes the Advent season and initiates the twelve days of Christmastide.

      Let me end this post with a Merry Christmas wishes to everyone in this world. May all of you have a great celebrations and great time with your love ones. Although some of you who might not be able to celebrate it the joyful way, say a little prayer to God and the birthday boy, our Christ the Saviour.. He will ease your pain and He know what you're going through.

This is a little tribute to the family of the shooting victims in Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, USA. May their souls rest in peace. Please click on this link:

http://www.ctvnews.ca/world/one-week-later-the-bells-toll-for-newtown-s-shooting-victims-1.1087962

They need our prayers to keep them strong.

Be Happy, Everyone Deserve to be Happy...

Have you pass a day when you got so angry at someone in any possible way? It can be something that we can just smile and laugh at but instead it turn to be an anger. Maybe as little as someone crossing the road while you were driving and you who rush to nowhere was actually annoyed by this person that walked awfully slow in front of you. Means what? A minute of your time equals to thousand bucks? What about his time or her time? Doesn’t cost anything at all? Or their hobbies are purely wasting time? I don’t know about that but I have seen a lot of these unpleasant scenes. Some even wine down and yelled!!  Ooopss! Adding it with some nasty face, hand or fingers actions and bad words. What is it for is unclear, whether just for self-satisfaction in putting someone else down or just frustration or maybe it seems like a joke to mock on other people. If we encode that simple scenario, for me I guess it will come to few reasons. Have our lives change to a fast lane only without the needs of courtesy because it’s too fast that courtesy slowing us down by a few minutes…

 

Do you want to look like this?

 

 Some people are up there above us by their birth right, some people making it themselves through hard works and sweats and some people trying to be there because they wanted to. For whatever reason, it is important to know what is our life priority.

When you don’t see tears on a person eyes, it doesn’t mean that they are not hurting. We, human beings are the best in disguising our feelings. Asked yourself, have you been laughing hysterically when you are angry? Have you been smiling all day when you are sad? And have you been annoyed when you’re really excited? Yes, I did sometimes. I am no saint but I think our life will be better if we try to be more honest to ourselves. If we are unhappy, try hard to find the core of the problem. When you did eventually found the cause, try your best to make a change if you can. I mean really try to do something about it not by saying I have tried but it doesn’t work out well. I can’t deny there are things which happened that we can never change anymore. The last time I checked there is no existing time machine for us to go back and change our past mistakes. Do also know that we are human; we are susceptible to make and live with mistakes here and there but never take that as a good excuse for ill manners or behavioural disorder. I believe when we are happy, our life will be blooming beautifully. If you really think you need helps, reach out for it.

Everyone has the right to be angry but it is not such a pretty face aint it?

 

Another scenario is when you’re happy; it doesn’t mean everyone else is happy. You might be jumping head over heels upon hearing the best news you have been long waiting for. Maybe accepted to your dreams University, career promotions or the girl or guy you really have crush for finally say yes for a date with you. Familiarized ourselves with the reality of life and this will helps us achieve a greater life. When you’re sharing your joy with someone else and this person doesn’t seems to care much or seems not paying enough attention; don’t quickly judge them. Perhaps asked if something or someone is bothering them. Remember at some point, sharing is really caring. It is also undeniable to me that some people are as hard as a rock when comes to sharing their problem. In our society today, it seems hard to find a real person that we can find trust and comfort in. Sharing our disappointment and problem with some wrong ears will cause more turmoil than we could ever imagine. With social media and gossip lovers everywhere, two ears that listened to your problems can spread it to hundreds of ears and eyes within a short few days. Come on people, can we be more kind towards other. Just simply put yourself in their shoes, that’s all.

We are all educated at schools and probably everyone watched National Geographic at some points. We know the truth about food chain in the wild woods or deep oceans. Those are the nature as its existence since thousands or millions years ago, the strong lives on and the weak oppressed. Little that we know, we almost all turn that way. Everyone in every direction is searching and finding way to reach the top so that we can feel the power to press some other people lower. I say it again that life improvement is forever good news, that’s how the world keep seeing new and great inventions that make our life easier but the unknown processes during the making of history can take a toll at making some people lives miserable. Just keep this in mind, nothing last forever on this earth. What comes to live will eventually go back to the Mighty creator. That is our life chain. So while we are living on this earth, count it a blessing that we can still open our eyes and breathe airs to our lungs. Another day of life let us make it another meaningful day to count. Start counting your good deeds; it is never too late to start. Everyday will be a good day if you can just donate a smile to people. It is definitely not too heavy to moves your lips. The little nice gestures we make towards someone can be the best thing they have for the day. Let’s be kind and make this life better.

She's the Boy I Used to Know...

I catch a glimpse of her as she’s coming from afar. Her typical walk, swaying her hips to the left to the right so softly and rhythmically. With a big bag hanging on her left shoulder, her right hand was busy swiping her yellowish hair away from her face. Oh! What a breeze out there. I paused for a moment as to find the right definition of her at that point, should I call it elegant or quite a little messy. I waived at her with smile hoping she will see me through this big clear wall of glass. With a broad smile she winked and waived back at me. Now she hurried her steps as she knew she was obviously late for our meeting that afternoon.

Pushed the glass door open, she walked straight to me. With a little sorry in her eyes, she said “Sorry Cass, I am running a little late.” I smiled though deep in my heart, I am not so fond, thirty minutes doesn’t really count as a little late, mind you! However, I pardon her as I like her and I need her throughout this meeting. . “It’s alright Judy, just a little late; take a sit now will you?” Then she sat down so obediently while taking her deep breath and I let her to fully settle down for a little while.

“Now Judy, anything for you? Drinks or snacks? We don’t have much choice here aren’t we?“  It was half past three in the afternoon and we were in a cosy little cafe. I chose the rendezvous place because I craved for the perfect smell of latte as my day has started since 5am that blessed day. She went through the menu selections silently. As she stood in front of the ordering counter, she tapped her left pointer on her chin thinking what she would like to have. She didn’t stand straight too, in a little awkward position to me as she bent here and there. Maybe because I always stand straight, guess everyone is different. Her right leg bent backward about forty five degree from the knee, only the tip of her toes touched the floor. I can really sense that the guy at the counter looked way irritated by Judy, as if he would pursue her away in a matter of minutes.

Gosh! What did I do? Would like to apologize to Judy as I can’t help it; my eyes and mind drawn naturally to observe her way, so many interesting facts surrounding her and her life. There she came, done with her order. Smiled in relieved that we were about to start our friendly interviewed. I was the unofficial interviewer.

Now let me share a little about Judy with all of you. Didn’t mean to offend anyone with this stories and I am doing this with Judy’s permission. I hope to be able to give a little understanding about the life of people like Judy. They are just like any of us but the choice they made, make it all different. I happened to bump into her again about three years ago after all those long years and I braved up to ask if she was the same person I used to know. A little shocked to know she was. She was quite polite though she really puzzled as who I am. I mentioned about the street I used to see her walked by, the year and even description of our parents’ former house. She knew the details but really she doesn’t know me. I would fully understood her because that ‘little chit’ then was just a bit too observance. Never mind that…

To begin, I have known of Judy at my early years. Precisely when I was just nine while then Judy would have easily been a ripe seventeen years old. Didn’t know much about but used to see Judy walked by the street quite often. As I well remember the name stated on the school uniform then was JUDE. This, as I was taught about gender by my parents, teachers at school and basically everybody that I know; I confidently identified Jude as a boy. Basically his appearance, his hair style, his build, his clothing and all, he is a boy! I knew that for certain.

And here we are now, let me introduce Judy. She’s the boy I used to know as Jude.

“Here comes your chocolate milk shake Miss J…” The waiter announced. I heard the annoyance in his voice as he pronounced Miss J but slap that off. We weren’t there to annoy anyone. Then he turned to me with his smile, probably the best smile of the day and said “Miss Gorgeous, is there anything else that I can get for you?” I gazed at him and answered friendly “Perhaps two glass of water for both me and Miss J….. will be fine thank you.” Sure! He replied. I purposely pronounced Miss J with a long sound of J….. as he did it. Judy tap lightly on my hand.. “It’s okay Cass, don’t mind them. I’m used to that.”

“Gosh! Judy, how could you let it happened just like that? It’s painful enough for me just to see it. Can’t imagine how you feel about all these ill treatments here and there” I said to her, then she replied “Simple, just ignore them. I’m numb so does all my types. Listening to or feeling those insults doesn’t do me any good.” She laughed lightly.

Here we can see the discrimination and the ill acceptance of the transvestite individuals or ‘pondan’ (as they are call locally) by the public. Though they are almost everywhere, they are not really well treated all the time. They are few details Judy would like to share with us. Some might not really be a pleasure reading but I just want us to understand how is their lives live daily been mocked at times, yelled with some cruel names and under privilege. I feel glad that she would accept my request about this simple discussion. Like most of us know, they don’t simply mix or befriended anyone. They are most comfortable being among themselves, trusting each other and moving around together. They can rather be cold and unfriendly too.

Warming up the conversation, I asked her when did she first started to feel that she don’t like the gender she was born as. She stopped for a while, obviously remembering the history. Then she said as early as ten years old. I asked how and why? She smiled saying don’t know but she fancied women clothing, including women’s under wears. She always wishes to wear them and imagine having the pretty humps on her chest to be able to put on brassieres. From the clothing, she added interest on women’s accessories, hairstyles and even make up. Basically, everything about women. Surrounding by all this fantasy, he completely forgot that he is a boy. In Judy’s case, she was born a straight perfect boy without impair on genital like some unfortunate cases of transgender or incomplete forming of genital. Thus it can be quite hard for me to believe that it can be possible just like that.

She saw me paused and she broke the silence, mentioned media too have a big influence on her transformation process. She was obsessed and still is with those nearly nude women bodies in music videos, magazines and even advertisement that make her to feel that being a female, she will be adore.

At thirteen, Jude start acted strange that his family started to put more attention. Instead of playing with other boys his peers outside, he chose to stay in house feared the afternoon sun would darken his skin. He picked on different interest as to do domestic chores, cooking and groomed himself well to look more feminine. His father got so mad that he scolded him over and over again because he is humiliating them.

Still lived in his parents’ home forced him to obey their rules. He did not even give up on his interest. Respecting them he did it quietly. As time goes on it became more extreme that he found his ‘type’ of friends outside. Some are much older that they taught him all the lessons that made him who he is today. Few months before he turn eighteen, he eventually moved out of his parents’ home with the excuse of needing a place nearer to his working place. He lived with all his friends. He has finally declared himself as a female. Free to do whatever he want and wears whatever she likes. Until today, she confessed she had never regretted her decision to be a female.

Living on her own with friends at the age of eighteen means she has to live within her own mean. With her kinky appearance that she is neither a male nor female, it is very hard for her to be able to land on a proper decent job. She spent years working at local open eateries as a dish washer. Low paid means it is hard for her to have saving or even buying pretty things. As she sighed, one of her housemates suggested her to do extra ‘job’ at night which will certainly helped her earning extra income. Little did she know; this means flesh trade! The older housemate assured her that she doesn’t have to do it if she didn’t like it but she can try whenever she is ready. She did it thinking about the extra income which will do her well. 

That is the beginning of her world of sex trade or better known as prostitution. In the beginning, it was really awkward for her but after just few occurrences; she related it as very easy. She laughed when she said that but she can never deny that I saw a fiery regret through her eyes. She does not have to elaborate this as it is our common senses that nobody will be proud to admit that they are prostitute. Walking down the streets with appealing outfits, calling out for any cars pass by. That can never be a decent sight.

Trying to hold her tears, she admitted that the most heart breaking part was when some pervert or ill-mannered guys just drove closer pretending to seek for services but instead spitted on them, sometimes threw things on them especially rotten things, yelled with words like “You smelly dirty thing!!”, laughed at them for fun or even just molested them without care. I held my own tears from falling, wondering if I can still go on but I focused on her. Somehow at the bottom of my heart, I think individuals like Judy must have known what the circumstances of what they’re into are. The insults are just part of it because as prostitute, she had already lost all the pride and respect of a decent human being. This is when I realized that even people who are involved in sex trade are still considered being raped. Why was that? Because at times they are drove away by the so-called customers far away, forced sex with violence without being paid and ditched there when they are done and have to find their own way home in pain. Cruel! That’s the only word playing in my head. Enough with this already!

As I spent time sitting quite closely to Judy, I noticed that whatever she did, she can never change to be fully female. Her hands and legs are man’s own. The apple of her throat is bulging heavily. Perspire quite heavily compared to a typical woman and the rougher skin on her face with a strong facial bone. I almost jumped from the sofa when realizing the question just slipped out of my mouth!! “Judy, you shave don’t you?” Saw some obvious razor cuts on her chin. Oh no! Hoping so much she doesn’t get offended but she don’t. She said “Yes dear, almost every other day.” Phew…

Try to cut short on this conversation, I wrapping up with Judy on few other things. She confirmed that she is not doing the sex trade anymore. She had been doing it for long twelve year. She also confessed that fortunate that she know how to handle money quite carefully that she have little saving which gave her the chances to enrol into sewing, baking and make up courses. Now she is earning her income genuinely taking order for festival cakes, making clothes and occasional make-up artist. Thanks to Judy for allowing me to share this with you.

It took me a while after that conversation with her that I even dreamt few times until I finally get over it. She has a dear friend who was splashed with fish guts while walked to a signalling car thought it was a customer who waived at her. She recalled the laughter that came along with the splashing was so mean. She was pushed to fall in her stilettoes few times causing her to twist her ankle and suffered. She had been ripped off her clothes and her wigs pulled away by men too so I understood she must have had enough of those and wanted a change for a better life. Imagine a double life of dishwasher during the day and a prostitute at night over the years. Does she ever have enough sleep during those years?

What we really wants to wear....

Before I even get started, I’m so sorry guys for not updating the blog for quite a while. Keeping up with me has been a little tough lately. More and more work to do but I know I can cope up with it. Now… Let’s check out the fashion street talk this time.

Once upon a time…

Though I’m a little too young to really know much about fashion then, I never completely ignore it too. From what been reporting on TV, showcases in malls, newspapers and magazines cover displays, quietly I did observe and admired. Imagine seeing some crop top (especially T-shirts) with few folds on the sleeves and acid wash Jeans!!! As a child then, how naïve I was! I took that as what cool kids must have and do. Can’t really blamed me too, it was everywhere on TV shows and those who were wearing it show lots and lots of confident but somehow, I don’t remember I ever have any acid wash jeans. Mom won’t buy those.

 

 

Acid Wash Jeans 80's trend

Cropped T-Shirt with folded sleeves

 



What I’m talking about right now is the fashion era of 80’ and 90’s, when there was a sense that you could ensemble anything on the runway and by infusing it with the glamour of fashion and the runway, people would definitely buy it. I always remembered seeing some ridiculous pieces on the magazine fashion spreads while waited for my Mom to get her hair done and started wondering “Who is going to buy or even wear that?” Then soon enough, sure we’d saw from the news reporting on someone especially celebrities caught wearing those funny pieces and walk down the streets.

Cropped top with acid wash jeans short. Remember wearing or saw anyone wearing this ensemble?

 

However, to my real sense, I think that era is well and truly gone by now and clothing lines ‘mastermind’ do have to be mindful of what real people want to wear and it is not the kind of “I’m dying for attention” show pieces. I am not disrespectful about Lady Gaga on her Gaga Signature style but would you wear a dress made of fresh meat to your company award gala night? Or would you take a risk wearing those sky high heel-less platform shoes? I don’t know about you but I don’t think I ever will. Lady Gaga definitely need those to boost up her career, get her fans keep talking and following on her iconic style. What about us? The real everyday people. We certainly don’t face the day waiting for paparazzi or tabloids reporters to snap a shot or wrote a piece about what we wear or what we do. We also don’t sit down and start checking our Twitter or Facebook account by counting on followers and numbers of viewers to our videos or photos.

When designers went too creative.... These are some of the creations

We have to face the day at work doing what we do best. Whether teaching children at school, transacting cash at bank, cashiering at supermarket, consulting clients, convincing customers at stores; whatever we do all of us have the responsibilities to look professional at work. We don’t want to wear any ridicule outfits and look like the lost souls who were total fashion victims.

For me, what I really want in clothes are those wearable, well-made and won’t falling apart pieces, far from creating accidental peek-a-boo scene at any wrong time or wrong spot. Still there is another priority for me. It is the level of comfort while wearing them. I don’t want to look fine but unable to sit properly because that tiny cute dress might rip apart. Toot... Toot… It has to bear decent price tags too. Not everyone can dig into their purse and pay for thousands of dollars just for that hot designers figure hugging mini dress. Even if we could, where are we going with it and how many times can we wear that?  So everyone, let’s be wise. Check out more often, I’ll reveal the secret of dress your shape, not your weight.

Just for your views but these are some of the 80's fashion trends that may be we should really waive good bye to:-

 

Auhentic Legs Warmers

Parachute Pant

Stir Up Stretch Pants

 

Oversize Shoulder Pads