Issues issues

Being teenagers, some would think we'd be oblivious to national, social, etc issues that's happening. We're teenagers, not children, we do pay a certain amount of attention to issues like these.


I think most Malaysian would have already heard about the headmistress (Siti Inshah) telling the Chinese to 'go back to China'. The story (I read from The Star) went like this: now is the month that the Muslims fast (Bulan Ramadan, forgotten what it's for), so during recess at schools, only the Chinese and Indians (non-Muslims, anyways) go down for recess. Supposedly, Siti Inshah told off the Chinese students for eating within the school compound (the school is a government school). That's why I like Namewee's new song - FUCK RACISM NAH SUCKS BANANA.


As for social issues, I hate people who seeth and point at tattoos and piercings with a clear look of disgust on their faces. I read in the sports section of The Star (26th August) about this sportswoman, tattooed and pierced, who just wanted to have fun playing badminton. The person doing the interview actually asked whether all that is to strike fear into her opponents' heart. FUCK YOU. It's only piercings and tattoos. There are many successful, hardworking, etc people who have tattoos and piercings. Angelina Jolie has tattoos, did you see her hijacking a plane? The celebrity chef from 'Chuck's day off', he has tattoos, he hasn't stabbed anyone, and I reckon he won't for the rest of his life. SO STOP GRIMACING AT MY STRAW!

1Malaysia. The supposed 'perfect' concept to bring Malaysia together, and perhaps drive some people 'back to where they belong' you say? Alright then, if you want us to go back to China, then you should go back to Indonesia. AND PLEASE STOP ADDRESSING RACISM ISSUES ALREADY! My tuition teacher met a flasher (usually a guy who flashes his dick at you) just last week - he was Malay AND IT'S BULAN RAMADAN, man!!


As for my personal issues - RESULTS. EXAMS. These two have imprisoned all students of all ages and levels, internationally. It seems that parents these days only concern about these two and very few other things, excluding getting mugged, kidnapped, raped, murdered, etc. What happened to 'going out and experiencing the world'? My relatives told me not to get married so early so that I could do that, and also to cherish my teenage years. What teenage years? The years where I'm locked up at home or at school studying for a subject that I'm not likely make use of in my future career? AND WHAT HAPPENED TO PARENTAL SUPPORT? Some examples are:

- I wanted to be a makeup artist. My mum said that only makeup is very limited. So I widened it to becoming an aesthetician. Then my dad calls up and says being an aesthetician doesn't earn a lot and you could learn that anytime in life as it's just a skill, and told me to think of other stuffs. Now I focus on getting qualifications for studying mass communication, and I want to go to IACT College, then my sis butts in and says that her college is better in this field and tells my mum that I should go to Taylors. Hello? It's MY future, can't I even decide which college I enter?


- Mr J wants to be a chef, so naturally he would study culinary arts (if not hotel management) to realize that ambition. Supposedly (I read on his blog and this is how I interpreted the situation), his parents think that he should go for a course that has a wider range of possibilities than just cooking and owning a restaurant. I was like 'WTF?'

A disappointing meal

27th August 2010 we went to Victoria Station in PJ for my sis' birthday celebration. All the times we went there, we treated the occasion as a fine-dining experience, close to something like that anyways. Here's my review~

The highlight of the meal - V.S. Escargots (please take note that these are imported) at RM30.90 per dozen. We had ordered two dozens~ (we're escargots-monsters). For those of you who don't know what escargots are, they are actually grilled French garden snails. It's not a bizarre food, it's actually a delicacy~

Being a Japan addict, I naturally love wasabi (in moderate quantities, mind you). I noted the new menu and the new menu contents. This is the V.S. Wasawasabi Steak (the name could sound a little less cheesy though) which costed around RM40.90. The first bite (purposely dipped in the green sauce) and I was like 'What wasabi?', it's more like a cream sauce with green colouring. I know the taste of wasabi and it tasted exactly like the brown sauce. I ordered medium rare, and they gave me a rare steak, so it was swimming in blood after the second cut.

The steak came with three pieces of carrots (perfectly done), a branch of broccoli, a small, almost non-existent stalk of cauliflower and a foil-wrapped baked potato, which was to be served with sour cream, bacon bits and spring onions. They changed the bacon bits into what seemed like chicken stock cube powder, and the inexperienced waitress not only dressed my potato, but my sauce and veggies as well.

The meal was far from enjoyable - firstly, the waiter (again, inexperienced) overfilled my water. Perhaps his eyes were directed somewhere he wasn't supposed to. You can't blame testosterone. MY ASS. If you're a waiter, you do your job - AS PERFECTLY AS POSSIBLE.

Secondly, the staff were chatting even louder than we were, not to mention inefficient. The platform manager was asked whether they had a gin mojito, and he was like 'Excuse me? Some fruit juice, perhaps?' I'll juice your brains, arse!

Being a steakhouse (or similar, in this case), service should be a notch above the rest, if not best. We were finished, all of our cutlery were crossed on our plates already, and they were still chatting the night away. My sis said it was because it's almost closing time. I don't care, until it's on-the-dot closing time you keep your service quality at maximum.

As for dessert, it's actually home made. My sis made her own birthday cake - strawberry shortcake, improved version. The previous time she made it, the sponge collapsed and the cream was overwhelming ('cause she had it on the sides as well). The filling was also tastier, due to the fact that she didn't only spread home-made strawberry jam between the sponge, there were also slices of strawberries. The writing was made from melted chocolate (the little brown bits).

~

Victoria Station should buck up and improve service, food quality and ambience. The experience that was always something like a fine dining experience has become something like a trip to a regular restaurant that had steak on it's menu. The management should improve service quality, and maybe some renovation or maintenance could be done for the tables, rugs, walls (for the train area) and the lighting. The water feature outside could use a little water changing. And I would suggest doing it soon, 'cause if VS encounters some very *ahem* high-expectant people (like my godmother), you're due to close down. =)

Concealed feelings

I love this piece by 暗恋者 which was published in SMKBBSP's 2009 Edition of 朝露...


暗恋
就算他在千百万人中
你也可以很快就找到他
但
他不知道你之前正拼了命找他
~
暗恋
就算你埋头苦干着
那也可以感受到他经过
但
他不知道你正期待着他的回头
~
暗恋
就算他不曾发现过你
你也可以继续心甘情愿
但
他不知道你在强忍背后的痛苦
~
暗恋
就算知道不会有结果
你也可以笑着接受事实
但
他不知道你眼里着苦涩的泪光
~
暗恋
既甜既苦
我不想去触碰
最后却还是不小心掉进这个深渊

It more or less explains my feelings exactly, and for I've been telling my friends to snap out of it all this time, and yet it seems I'm the one who was in deepest at the end.


Competition feels so tight - let's face it, though no one is perfect, there are some people who are more 'perfect' than others. I'm the not so perfect one, and surrounding me are people who are more perfect than I am. I'm brimming with bad points, physical, mental and emotional.


Anyways, I hope things would go smoothly.

Fast and Furious? I WANT!!!

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I want a Nissan Skyline, a Mitsubishi Lancer Evo 8, ANYTHING other than a local car...

The first Tuesday...

It's our first Tuesday without the little fluff-ball in the house. Miss Loh's dad gave me a lift home, and once I arrived home, automatically I looked up through the gaping window beside the main door. There's usually a bark coming from that gap, along with the scratchy sounds of claws against alloy. As I walk nearer, the memory of a small, latte-coloured head with overly long ears and large paws overgrown with cream fur, his pink tongue hanging out in excitement, welcoming me home after a day of school. How I miss that...

我听过很多故事，说追一个女生是一个蛮有挑战性的事。但是反过来，追一个男生更加难耶！女朋友们，有没有试过喜欢上一个虽然在你面前很久了，但是一直以来因为喜欢别人就没有什么注意他的男生？我现在就是处于这种状况下。说认识又不是很认识，还没正式成为朋友之前有跟他MSN过几次。

我们第一次出去（吃东西而已啦），他一个人、我们两个女的。他就是从那一次开始，一直到现在，给我那种“我要跟你做朋友，但是我好像喜欢上你的朋友”的感觉。那如果他是真的喜欢她的话，那我真的只有祝福他们而已。那如果是这样的状况的话，我知道我的朋友是不会这样对我的，因为她很努力地教我表达自己。

今天拍自由式班级照，很够力不爽——又说是班级的，但是拍得最多的都是其他人的。

为什么那个人要走入我的生活，而且在我脑海中留下那么深刻的回忆呢？！知不知道？我有对你的恐惧症了、对你的阴影了。你能不能这一世都不要再缠着我？因为我真的很恨你。