Dont wanna friend you!
What to do? How to do? when a friend morphs into a controlling freak.

Ever heard the phrase above before? Come on, you arent that old too actually forget the good old days when the only objective you had in life was to stay awake until the clock strikes midnight. The days when an ice-cream cone seems to have potent magical properties which can make your problems diminish like morning dew. Come to think of it, the ONLY problem you had then were whether you had finished your homework so that you wouldnt get caned in class the next day.

Ahh.. the good old days of childhood.

Remember that the most dangerous threat your little friends had back then was "dont wanna friend you" when they get pissed off with you for godknowwhateverreasons? And you actually took the threat seriously? Heck, you even used that on your other little friends.

Lately, things are happening so fast that I feel like yelling "Dont wanna friend you anymore!!" right at certain people's faces like an immature 10 year old bitch along with the stomping and screaming in frustration. Then hopefully they'll take my threat seriously and THEN we'll reconcile and be BBFs 5 minutes later.

Well, unfortunately, things are different now. "The sugar, spice and everything nice phrase" is over. We are grown ups now. With different opinions, agendas, hopes, aspirations, inspirations and interests. No point whining when your friend suddenly morphs into this unrecognizable monster.

But seriously, how can you deal with someone who thinks that they deserves to be in control of you? So we have been through some shit, but that doesnt give you the rights to control who I am now. You think I've changed. So I have. You think I've changed alot. No. I have not changed alot character wise. For more information, please refer to my mother. She's the only human that can read me like an open book. I mix with a different bunch of people? Well, doesnt make you less important to me. You think you understand me. I DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND MYSELF sometimes, so how can you?

Let me get this straight. I am not just ranting about a PERSON. Its about several people.

Christ, you make me guilty for changing. You mop. You feel like I've somehow dumped you. And when I am not around, you run around telling people about me being like a disloyal puppy that somehow escaped from your controlling leach. You whine about being left out. I cant control that as much as I try to. But seriously, its like asking me to make the sky rain. And I am not a rain god.

I am not dumping you. I am extremely loyal to my friends ok? I will refrain myself to bitch about you. But please understand there is a limit to my patience. You just need to believe in me that if the sun refuses to shine in your world, you can count on me to be there with torchlights and boxes of triple A batteries.

I know what you have done for me. I appreciate it. I love you. I seriously do. But takkan you expect me to kneel before you in ETERNAL WORSHIP?

Then theres the whole issue about me turning LALA-ish.

Some reasons I am NOT LALA

The name
Its Mei Kay. Mickey is just a nickname derived from my dad's unusual, almost obsessive fascination with a fictional mouse. Mickey is a christian name the last time I checked. As long as my name isnt named after some random food or object, I am therefore NOT LALA.

The background
I am chinese but I do not look very chinese. I come from an english educated background with parents who come from angmoh school and speak a mix of angmoh,hokkien and cantonese. Does being multilingual make me lala? Gracious.

The attitude
I do not go "kawaii!" or "how ke ai!" when I see something that pleases me. I am more imaginative and creative with my words okay? Cause I see no point in acting cute. Its stupid and rather degrading if you ask me. Girls who are smart and act cute repels me. Please la, acting lke a 10 year old when you are 18 AINT adorable. Its scary. Its like going against evolution or something!!

The Msn display pics
Give me a break. So when I start putting pictures of myself in msn display pictures, means I am turning lala lah? So I have become more perasan cause I had come to realise that with the correct lighting and with a clear enough camera but not too clear until you can see ALL the imperfections I actually look presentable! But that is not basis for you to attack me!

Besides, lala is a force that comes from WITHIN.



The dressing
I do not dress all colorful and bling-blingy with all kinds of unusual stuff hanging off me. Besides, one can't judge a person's lala-ness by just looking at a person! Its the inside that matters!

The Ah Bengs
Lala mois run around and run away with vcd ah bengs with self-dyed blond hair who love telling the world about their mummy's byebyes all the time. I dont.

The hangouts
I prefer Mid Valley. Not Sungai Wang. Some of the clothes are too flashy. And all I buy are T-shirts.



I am not a child whom you can control by telling me that you dont wanna friend me anymore.

So please, dont try to shape me into your ideal friend. Wake up! ideal friends do not exist in real life.

I dont know what I am trying to prove here.
I seriously dont.

This doesnt cause cancer.(I hope)
Ohmygoodnessgracious!! FOOD!!

Due to the super long break between exams (10days la wei. Poyo!), I've been running around doing.. almost nothing. In fact, it was the boredom that drove me and some friends to Sri Rampai's weekly Thursday pasar malam and me and qiqi going to sungai wang to take more sticker pictures (again press wrongly.. wtf)

Anyway, back to pasar malam. If you ever have the chance to go there, you'd notice that chances are, half of the people there are tarc students. Its scary. And damn, this pasar malam is pretty big. Unlike a certain pasar malam larut malam in Wangsa Maju which starts operation late at night, this one (thankfully) starts operation much much earlier.


Sri Rampai pasar malam. Just a small section. It is much bigger in reality
Very happy la, since it has been a semester (2 months?) since I went there. The atmosphere. The unusual gadgets. The cheap accessories. And of course-the FOOD.

Today I'll introduce to you people one of Sri Rampai's most famous and notorious speciality. It is loved by some and loathed by most. And it is my personal favourite food there.

Smelly Tau Fu.


Picture stolen from I eat. I Shoot. I post. Pardon me la. You dont expect me to take artistic pictures of food when I am starving right?

It is oily. It comes with tons and TONS of chilli and pickles. And it stinks the daylights out of you. Did I mention that it is gloriously delicious?

So delicious that it is sinful!

This particular stall is very famous and is one of Sri Rampai's best commodity (well, in my opinionla). I suppose its main claim to fame comes from the smell of the tou fu. Horrible! But for people who love the dish, that smell is ... somewhat tahan-able.

People who havent got a whiff of it cant seem to understand why people eat it. Which is pretty unfortunate. Cause it tastes super good.

And those unfortunate enough to have me as a passenger in their taxi will probably remember me well. haha!

Taxi guy: Apa bau itu? *sniffs like mad
me: Oh.. you teka la
Taxi guy: mana I tau? Tapi bau macam tahi..
Me: Itu 'tahi' saya akan makan nanti oh

Yeah, this conversation actually happened before.

Anyway, for those who want to have a taste of this stinky goodness. Please be prepared to wait for awhile. Despite the smell, it is extreamly popular.


Taken after waiting for several minutes. There were about 6 to 7 people behind me

Anyway, if you wanna give it a try, there is a popular joke that tells you to use your nose to find the smelly tau fu. You'll never get it wrong. =p

Labels: food, outings

Securing our safety? SERIOUSLY?
When the pagar makan padi, what can we do?

Yesterday while eating dinner with friends, I was told that a tarcian was nearly raped several days ago. If the story wasnt dramatic enough, oh behold, the person who wanted to rape her was the TAR college's SECURITY GUARD!!!

YALAH. SECURITY GUARD.
As in the one who is supposed to be PROTECTING the students from terrorist, suicide bombers, robbers, crazy loonies and YES, RAPISTS??!

Read this or forever rot in hell.

Nia Sing! Since when did it state in their employment contracts that part of their task is to walk around and pervertly stare at pretty students, get horny, start getting ideas and then then attempt to RAPE A STUDENT?

So what if the security guard is reportly a young one, I heard he is just 18 years old. But still, being young have having high levels of hormons do not make raping legal!! And although robbie william said before that "there is enough blood for blood to flow into a men's brain. And to a man's penis. But there is not enough blood to flow to BOTH at a same time", you do not need to heed his advice.For goodness sake, safe some blood to flow to your brain when the urge kicks in dammit.

Good thing the student managed to escape. However, now everyone is paranoid about this. Its bad enough we are having tests and most of us are on the verge of going nuts and then THIS?!

Just imagine:
How was your day?
Fine, no big. I had a test and I think I flunked.
Anything else?
Oh yeah, I was nearly raped.

Fuck la wei.

I am freaking pissed. How wrong can the whole situation get?

The security guard. He acted in a moment of lust.
What will he get in return? Maybe 20 or 30 years in jail?

The student. She was just innocently going back home after surviving an exam.
What did she get in return? A lifetime of paranoia and mental trauma.

Is this worth it? God gave us a brain to use. Why arent most people using it for the better of mankind?

Instead they let their dicks control their brain.

So please guys, learn to multitask. Always make sure there's always enough blood flowing to your brain.

TArcians,be careful and take care.
Although I believe that when its time for you to die, ITS TIME. But still, please be careful.

Labels: college, happenings, opinion

What is your FIRST memory?
Recollecting, remembering and appreciating.

What will you answer to when ask the below question:

What means alot to you? (you may insert as many answers as possible in line below using your imagination)
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So what did you answer?

Did you list the following?
friendship, family, love, hope, joy, happiness, wealth, health, power, independence, glory, your spartan like spirit or your dog/cat/fish/iguana/playstation portable/wii/handphone?

Did anyone list this?
Memories.

Yes my dears, memories are VERY VERY important to us. Just ask Mike Delfino from Desperate Housewives. Or any sappy korean movie whereby the main actor/actress lost their memory and left their poor lover pining away like a sad puppy.

Memories. They are like our computer's hard disks. They carry all the programs and packages that makes us US. They are not perfect, faulty and sometimes may contain viruses and worms also known as emotional baggage which is damaging to the otherwise perfect person that you could have been.

New information is added to our biological hard disk daily whether you are aware of it or not. And yes, we need to constantly scan the information in our biological hard disk to avoid overtaxing it. Overtaxing would mean causing our biological RAM to run SUPER slowly.This causes laggy performance and perhaps even a biological shutdown. such occurances happen pretty frequently in exam halls And yes, serious damage incurred upon your biological hard disk may bring upon severe consequences.

Reprogramming your hard disk is of course possible with the help of a trained phycologist.

Reformatting your hard disk would be devastating.

Here, lets picture a hapless and helpless but otherwise hunky Mike Delfino in our mind now shall we?


Susan Mayer to herself:" Must.. avoid.. looking.. at... six...packs!!"

Anyway, my mom asked me this question yesterday while we were halfway discussing about my sister and her unhealthy obsession towards Tesco's chicken rice.

"When was your first memory as a child?
caught me off guard this one.

So I rewound and allowed myself to sit back and try to remember the earliest possible memory which I could gather. And I did successfully recall my first memory. Hard to miss considering it was pretty powerful.

I remember sitting beside an open window on the second floor of the house we rented last time. The window was overlooking this huge piece of sandy land. The sky was so pretty. It was the perfect tone of baby blue. The weather was hot and the hot breeze blew in my face. I was staring at some kampung boys flying some kites. The kites were colorful and the wind kept blowing them higher and higher, much to my amusement and their joy. The kites were swirling in the breeze. I kept staring at their progress. They kept going up.. up..so high. I stared until my eyes hurt. I felt dizzy. Then I saw my mom's white little car drive in. I remember I was happy.

When I told my mom this. She was kinda surprised. Cause I did indeed love to sit at that particular window for hours end just staring at the kampung kids antics (stalker! haha) while waiting for my mom to come back home. And yes, they did fly kites and yes, my mom's car was white. According to my mom, I should have been around 2 years old that time.

Then she kept asking me to recall what happened after that. But to no avail. All I can remember are the pretty flying kites against the bright blue sky.

We then asked my sister to join in. Ironically her first recollection was of me DROWNING barbie in her little plastic swimming pool. TSK TSK! VERY DISTURBING!!

And yeah, we then discussed the whole night away about what we recalled from our past. Everyone was so happy and we laughed at our embrassing moments. My mom's first day at school was really interesting.(my grandma was late and my mom was pitifully sobbing away at the front door.Cause she thought that if she was late for school, they'll never let her study. EVER.)

Sometimes we are so engrossed in the present and the future that we forget to look behind at the past. We get depressed and sad just thinking and worring about impending dooms and what-may-comes.

The thing I learnt yesterday. When things get tough, just look back at the past and SMILE. Relish in the good times, learn from the bad and 'think that hey you are still surviving despite all that shit that had happened.'

My cup is half full now.
And I like it this way =)

Labels: opinion, personal

"Ma, what does fuck mean?" -quoting a 7 year old me
Swearing, a form of self expression or noise pollution?

Today, I received a rather amusing sms from a friend which reads " Life is difficult, full of trials, sorrow, pain.... but if u fall down, just stand up straight, be confident and say " TIU NIA SING who pushed me??!!"

Well, amusing things are meant to be shared, so shared it I did =)

And what I noticed is that different people responded differently. For example, Aimee responded with a " Oi, I dont say tiu nia sing. We say wtf one!"

Which is true.

Another friend suggested to say 'deng leh keh fai".
Mei wei, whose cantonese swearword dictionary is severely lacking in substance, responded blurly "what is tiu nia sing?"

She's so cute la wei.

So there I was grinning at the message like some sort of idoit, wondering how the hell am I going to explain this to her when I hit upon the solid wall of realisation.This is because I recollected that I was told by my mom that she had heard me swearing at the ripe old age of 3. (I must say,she seemed somewhat proud and amused of my 'achievement')

THREE YEARS OLD LA WEI!!!!
WHAT KIND OF KID LEARNS TO SWEAR AT 3??!

Wasnt that the time when we should be singing along to ABC instead of running around chasing chicks and yelling " TIU NIA SING!!! come back here chickies!!" in cantonese?
Back then, the only language I KNEW was cantonese. and yeah, I was chasing some little chicks which my grandma wanted to fatten up for CNY when my mom heard me yelling profanity at the top of my lungs

For a kid who couldnt even utter a word until 2 before that, I used to speak in a weird language of my own which went like "babahbahhh" that went along with all kinds of weird hand gestures which ONLY my grandma understood I must say I did quite well indeed.

Thankfully, I do not swear like an sailor now. In fact, I hardly swear in real life. Sure I type the words wtf rather frequently, but you can hardly hear me swear. Amazing shit I know.

Swearing? Is it good or bad? A personal or a social thing? Immoral or just a form of expression?

For some people, its a real turn-off when they hear a person swear. To them, its rude, insulting, degrading and somewhat shows that you are severely lacking in vocabulary to express yourself. Thus, it makes you look rather retarded in the mentality department.

For example I heard of phrases from ah bengs which went something like this " ma hai, kam yat sien tou lan kam yong."

Direct translation: Your mother's byebye!! Today bored like dick only.
WHAT they actually mean: I am extreamly bored and frustrated with my current situation today.

Ah bengs speak in a lingo of their own indeed.

Sentence structure- okaylar.
Grammar- Very...um.. interesting.
Vocabulary- Repeated usage of the word 'hai'and 'lan' is haily recommended.
Comprehention-as long as you know what the above two words mean and have a good imagination, congratulations!

Personally, I dont care. Swearing is okay as long as it is done in moderation and at appropriate moments. After all, its pretty destressing to say "wtf!!" instead of "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" like mary poppins when shit happens.



VS



Another example:
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. I have another test on wednesday!!
WTF!! TEST! WEDNESDAY!

Tell me, Which one is more effective and efficient?

GAH! We are all just a bunch of tortoises


I should be studying.
I REALLY should be studying.
REALLY REALLY.

Yet here I am.
Indeed I am a delusional piece of creation.

I have a confession. I stalk people's blogs. People i know. People I sorta know. And people who I somewhat know by looks. or people I never met in real life. I am being ridiculously long winded now.

Long story cut short, I stalk people's blog.

While doing a normal round of stalking recently, I was hit with this sudden reliasation- we all are changed people.

Looking at my old classmates's blog. Yeah, cringe people. I know things. Yet again, I suppose everyone is doing abit of stalking of their own, so yeah. No hurt feelings. Blogs are after all, posted to be read. Which leads me to wonder why some people are so secretive about their blogs. For all I care, if you habour so many secrets which you'd rather not reveal, I'd suggest you keep your little secrets locked up in a fluffy perfumed pink diary tucked under your pillow. Why trouble yourself with all the html and THEN drive yourself nuts just worrying about the potential people that read your posts?

Remember people, when in doubt,there's always the fluffy perfumed pink diary to pour your heart and soul into.

Back to the story.
Reading old classmates blog. I know they have changed. Yet again, I can't be too sure of that. Being in the class that I was in, we highly competitive with everyone all scrambling to obtain rows and rows of A's. Sure, most of us had been classmates for YEARS and YEARS.

Yet amazingly, I do not know them as well as I think I should know them. Some I knew them by what people tell me they know about them, which I probably assume is what they THINK they know about them. Some I know them by merely observing them. Very few I know them well. Then there are also those I simply could not figure out who they are. Being complex creatures as they are, they change characters and personalities within nanoseconds of facing a different person and squahing the turds out of people they think is unworthy of their attention. Or simply those who they think is weird for some non existant reason.

Most of the time, I kept within a safe zone. To observe, to criticize and to somehow find a ground in which I can build some sort of understanding of those people around me. Mixing within the same group. Doing almost the same things day after day. Excruciating yes, but safe.

Do I know them? Do they know me? Do we know each other despite surviving through all the agony of ridiculously boring perhimpunans, listening to the same teacher everyday, walking the same halls and sitting in the same class EVERY SINGLE DAY of our secondary life?

Do we?
I know I dont.
I know I should have done more to get to know people better.
Perhaps I should have let people know me better.

If only we broke down all hte invisible walls, social perceptions and get to know each other better as people and not let people's opinions dictate our sad lives, we'd live to reach a much more longer lifespan.

If only.
Instead, we remain a bunch of tortises who hide in our own shells. Afraid to venture out into the wilderness. Hiding inside our safe shells when some annoying people pokes us with a stick, never to poke back. Truth said,we are actually vunerable creatures hiding under a very very VERY tough exterior.

And you know what.
I think I am the biggest tortoise of them all.

Labels: personal

Highlight my life

Exam beckons.
Short semester is almost over.
and I am still blur.
Where did this semester go?!!

Due to the certain orang besaran's birthday on tues, we have to suffer. GAH! Exams are brought forward. Will be sitting for 3 papers this semester.

Saturday - Organizational Behaviour
Wednesday - Business Organization
Saturday - Introduction to Human Resource Management

So far, I like all the subjects taught this semester. But seriously, I was flabbergasted when the lecturer told us exam will start THIS week instead of next. Everyone was like panicpanicpanicpanic.

Goodness.
I should be studying.
And here I am blogging about my need to study and be hardworking.

As they say, pictures paint a thousand words. Enjoy and be amused.


IHRM lecture in dkabd.


Ms Chin and her super confusing mind maps. Looks like I am not the only one who attempted to take a picture of her mind map... hmm

blackout in TBR is normal during exam week. Advice: Study while the sun shines. hahaha!

Mass comm's society's way to attract a crowd. Not bad.

Someone left this in the lecture hall. So pretty... So 'snap!'


I also take pictures of unknowing classmates who fall asleep. In this case, ying erh. I think she dont mind la, since she told me her head looks pretty nice in this picture.


wendy. Concentrating so much on OB she didnt notice me happily snapping away. Respect.


Yvonne thinks nothing about ta-pauing char kuey teow and cold tea to lectures. Win all liao la. Make us all so hungry.

For your imformation, I DO actually listen to the lecturer okay? Just sometimes my hand feels itchy and attempt to snap pictures of the poor objects and people around me.

I REALLY should be studying now.
ARGHHHHH!!!

Lelaki sahaja. Perempuan sahaja. Lelaki DAN perempuan?

No, I am not talking about sexual preferences. So yeah, wipe that bloody smile off your faces now you perverts.

On the way back to klang, I bumped into mandy, my neighbour, by coincidence. When she found out that I studied in a co-ed school from form one til form four, then transferred to an all girl's school, she was all “ So how was it?”

Which lead to a rather interesting discussion about the differences between co-ed school and an all girl's school. So yeah, thats what I am going to blog about today.

Co-ed vs All girl’s school

Just dont smell like school
I remember standing in perhimpunan feeling all out of place. And I couldnt put a finger on the problem as to why I am feeling so out of place. I kept asking myself "why doesnt this FEEL like school?". Then the anwser hit me squarely when a male teacher walked by. The reason why it doesnt FEEL like school is because IT DOESNT SMELL LIKE SCHOOL.

Conclusion: Gel= bau lelaki=bau sekolah co-ed

No fighting doesnt equal no war
As we all know, girls are a bunch of complicated emotional creatures capable of turning into bitches when provoked. Unlike guys who handle matters in face-face to spats or plain traditional fist fights, girls tend to be more... erm.. strategic when it comes to planning their revenge.They bitch. They backstab. They pick on each other's petty little problems. They start cold wars and dramatic scenes where it usually end with the crying of an unfortunate girl. All girls school is scary. You have to be extra careful when walking in case you trod on some sensitive proud feet.

Agama menyembah lelaki
Since there are no traces of tetesterone around, the girls are really boy-mad. Some girls can talk about guys for almost the whole day. Go back home. And come to school talking about guys the whole day again. The routine goes on every day of the schooling year. Then , there is this unwritten contest to see who is capable of securing a boyfriend asap. In fact, some seem to go all the way in resorts to find a one, even if it means knowing the person through icq or msn. Never met before also can say boyfriend. We live in a perverted world my friends.

Some girls purposely wait outside the neighbouring co-ed school's bus stop in hope to catching 'some' people's atention with their short short skirts. hmmm...like some sort of bollywood movie la. Minus the dancing.

Mata gila-gila in toilet
The words above (mata gila-gila) was quoted from my guru disiplin, cik nabihah when the school authorities discovered that some girls were getting all hot and heavy in the toilet. UGH. I have nothing against lesbians but please people, wanna have lesbian sex please la go home and do. Spare people of the noise pollution when they wanna go to the loo during school hours. And also we are in desperate need of more cubicles to use mind you.

Needless to say, co-ed school is better. No matter how I detest certain people in high school due to rightdown reasonable reasons, at least there is a balance and girls do not look like on the verge of salivating when they see a good looking specimen walk by. People are normal and do not have lesbian sex in the toilet. Instead, they have normal sex in the toilet. Sometimes even in classrooms.(somehow this just doesnt sound right)

Main point is, co-ed school is much much better.. right?

Cha Cha Cha anyone?

Latin dance. It is beautiful,quick paced, graceful, elegant and rather sexy. My relatives on my father's side are great supporters of the art. Damn, I even have uncles and aunties going for state level competitions in the past. My granddad was a good dancer himself. His favourite was the tango and chacha

Amazing no?
Unfortunately, I do not inherit the dancing genes.

Subject: mei kay
dancing mode: kayu

Anyway, I still couldnt resist the urge to learn a few basic steps when my classmates told me that I could learn it for FREE at menara alpha at wangsa maju on wednesday nights.

Location: Menara Alpha basement, wangsa maju
Time: 8.00 to 10.30 pm
Intructors: Ah Chua and this pretty girl. Forgot what is her name.

How did this started? Well, Ah Chua and the pretty girl (who are actually students of ktar and Utar respectively) are dancing partners were brought together by the love of dancing. So yeah, according to the girl they started practicing at the basement with some of their friends. Who then brought friends along to practice. And yeah, the whole thing kept repeating itself and in the end, they ended up teaching strangers.

Talk about one thing leading to another.

They are pretty amazing people as well. Ah Chua, who is studying Mechanical Engineering, practicises wushu and kungfu as well. Damn, he represented Sarawak one wei!! And to top it off, he is the assistant programme coordinator for the upcoming Talentine Night. He is not human.

The girl pulak studies CHEMISTRY AND BIOLOGY of all things! Oh-my-god.

Although the lessons are currently free due to the fact that they havent reached the silver and gold cert yet, they might plan to charge a fee in the future. Not much, perhaps just 5 bucks per person for a month. And if the response from the tarc hostel and tbr area is good, they might open a class in dkabe there. So you dont have mirrors like some dance studios where you can correct yourself, you can just learn the some steps and practice it at home later.

And yeah, the instructors are so nice despite they are teaching all the kayus for free. Talk about passion.

For those kayu who dont want to remain kayu-s anymore,please head over to menara alpha. next semester lessons start on the 6th June, wednesday.

For those who are good already, head over as well as they are looking for people to perform for the upcoming Talentine night.

If keh poh, also can head over.

Its pretty amazing that in these material world, such acts done by students in the name of passion and interest is as rare as finding a police officer that does not accept bribes. As rare as a pengetua that does not give boring long winded speeches.

Just so bloody rare.

Labels: happenings

English educated? Please be nice. PLEASE

Sometimes the foulest acts are disguised under what is assumingly a pretty picture.

Like how people are using religion to spread insecurity and terror. Kononnye when you tell people you fight in the name of religion, you think you become so holy that god will probably close a blind eye on the harm you inflicted on others? And seemingly people are using PEACE as an excuse to start a WAR.

Learning to distinguish the good from the bad might come across as tricky sometimes. Sometimes the good may appear bad and the bad might appear good. Our eyes and closed perception might make a fool of us from time to time, but that's when you have to learn to trust our instints.

I wanted to blog about this before. But given that the majority of the people who read this is probably english speaking and I seriously do not want to prod on the banana culture in Malaysia. But today, something happened yesterday that make me pissed off. Actually, it wasnt just yesterday. It was the build up of my frustration towards many individuals I have met over the years to actually come up with such a conclusion.

Some people think that being english educated means that they are so bloody high class that they can prod on other people's already fragile egos and get away with it!!!

Why?? Cause watch too much OC la. Those american high school movies do really do things to your mind. The mentality that being hurtful is cool. So personally I think that being straighfoward is cool.But pleasela, have some control on your tongue. Seriously, how cool can you get when you tell someone that they are FAT? As in "oh well, you dont care right? As long you are happy with yourself, fat also nevermind."

OI. BUGGER. WHERE GOT PEOPLE HAPPY WHEN PEOPLE CALL YOU FAT?!! GOT NOTHING GOOD TO SAY, JUST SHUT YOUR TRAP!

When most of us told the accused off that it is seriously not NICE to tell other people that they are fat, you know what that thick skulled baboon said? "Aiya, you all misunderstand me" with a lanci face.

Kawan, do you think we are so dense that we'll fall for the reverse phycology trap? boohoo! you all dont understand me. Cause I am different You are wrong. You know it. Dont be so kiasu. Just say sorry and carry on with life.

Damn behtahan. So now its all the chinese speaking background people punya fault? Cause they all kolot. Dont want to change with the times. So traditionalist for what. ISH. Pandang rendah la.

I am not being bias here. Besides, its not like I am saying that ALL english speaking people are like this. But there are some black sheep.I have seen alot of cases before. Like once, a group of students from a convent school apparently told my friend off "We dont understand mandarin. Speak english please." when she confronted the other group about a matter in mandarin. The poor girl turned bright red and stuttered. Cause she cant speak good enough english to retort.

So she left amid sniggers.
Despite knowing full well those girls can speak mandarin cause she heard them conversing in the language.
So my friend has a bias perception now. I cant blame her seriously.

Well, fuck them.

Being a banana doesnt make you any less chinese.Being proficient in the language doesnt make you less chinese either. Okay, so its really ironic when aunties keep saying "paiseh, bu hao yi shi" but still accept a gift as quickly as possible, when your mother insists that ice-cream boxes are also tupperwares and you were told by your grandmother that Chang-er lives on the moon when you are young.But hey, thats what we are. Accept it. Be proud.

I might not be making much sense to you now.
But look around, open your eyes and see.
I make perfect sense sometimes.

I guess the title says it all.

Today, my Intoduction to Human Resource Management (IHRM) lecturer suddenly brought out this topic, causing much discussion in our lecture hall.. and even after class, some people were discussing about this.

Sadly to say, in our Malaysian culture where it has become a social obligation for the youth to update their friendster account 3468746 times a day, msn til their finger bleed, sms people all the time (even though the said person is just at the other end of the room) cause fu-yoo.... sms damn cheap ma reading as a hobby has become a radically diminishing habit.

So when I told my classmates that half the space in my room at home is occupied by storybooks, they just stared at me with comical expressions of pure surprise.

When I asked why, they response was around the lines "But you dont look like the reading type"

!!!! ISH.I dont know whether to be flattered or to be pissed off.

Great! Since when did you have to LOOK like the type who loves reading to love reading? Besides, is there some rule defining that people who loves reading are like a species of mammals that can be classified, categorized thus making them easy to spot and define?

I blame it on pop culture. Watching too much american teen movies does things to your head. You start thinking that pretty people who loves dressing up are brainless gits incapable of stringing whole sentences together. Then ah, people who wear spectacles so thick that they couldnt possibly get thicker, sloughes, wear braces, have pimples strategically placed aound the T-zone and have a weird sense of dressing are those who are capable of scoring straight A, loves reading BUT ah, have no people skills?

Thanks to pop culture classifying those who love reading as nerds, reading deemed as embarrassing reading textbooks dont count. cause you are FORCED to do it. Being caught reading would of cause gain you raised eyebrows and curious stares from your peers. It's like you are being caught dancing in your underwear!

Thus, it doesnt surprise me that one of my housemate doesnt know who saddam hussien is, despite him putting up a piece of Iraq's currency on his notice board. When I asked him how he got a currency with saddam's face in it, he went " saddam who?"

Oh.My.God.

For goodness sake people, READ. When I say read, I dont mean textbooks. It can improve your language, widen your perspective, make you more knowledgable and the best thing is, you wouldnt appear like a katak dibawah tempurung in front of people.

Looking ahead yet remembering yesterdays

I have a weird habit.
I like observing people in the Lrt.
Now I am starting to take pictures of them.
And write blog entries about them.
Oh. My. Goodness.

Took this picture on the way back to klang several days ago. Somehow, something about her made me pay attention to her. Perhaps it was the way she entered the Lrt- with such heavy steps then proceeded to clutch the rail of the Lrt so hard as if that if she let go, everything in her life would turn into indistinguishable ashes. She never looked backed or even around but choose to just stare stubbornly ahead at the blurry scenery, as if silently prompting the Lrt to reach her destination as fast as possible. She hopped off the Lrt as soon as the door opened. Such a contrast. To walk in with such heavy steps and to hop off happily.

As if she wanted to leave something behind so much. It was like she wanted to escape from her current situation and just get on with the future.

Sometimes, we do feel that way. Dont we?

I know it's illegal and I could be sued if the girl in the picture found out that her picture posted in the world wide web. As if there is the remote chance of her stumbling over my blog, stare at the picture long enough to realise that it's HER and go "OMGWTF! That's ME!!"

What are the chances?
Besides, its quite a pretty picture dont you think?

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I never could understand this


FEMALES


MALE

Taken at the Tar college library one or two weeks ago when I was still euphoric upon obtaining my new beloved shiny piece of metal while waiting for a classmate.

Yeah. Stupid authorities think it funny to segregate the baggage area for males and females. I remember being so shocked the first time I saw it.. then i burst out laughing cause it was so SILLY. What a joke!

The males place their bags in the left side of the entrance.
Females to the right.
beyonce's advice of going to the left in her song 'Irreplacable' does not apply to girls here =P

I remember I wanted to put my bag in the male section during orientation week.Then the guard stopped me and pointed to the sign 'Male'

I was like ...............Okayyy!! -.- '''
so now I need to go for a sex change before I can put my bag in the left side of the library entrance is it?'

Tell me, WHAT LOGIC is behind such an idea? Sure, a friend once told me the best thing about being 19 (on my 19th brithday) is that your hormones are raging, but THIS? Surely people arent THAT horny to start having sex in the library walkway la.

Besides, horny people dont go to the library.
Normal people like us do.

Labels: amusing