Not Every Teacher Deserves A Happy Teacher's Day

Hello everyone!

So the other day I was in the car and I heard a random radio advertisement about how teachers have been doing a great job in nurturing future leaders and they should be appreciated for their hard work. My first thought was okay I kinda agree. Teaching is a difficult job and I am the number one person that's not suitable for the job because I am super impatient. If I were to teach perhaps I'll teach university student where I don't need to babysit them.

The reason for this post is because, unlike me who is really sure that I am not cut out to be a good teacher, there are teachers out there who didn't realize that. Teacher's day brought back a very scary traumatizing experiencing when I was a kid and until now I am still very affected by it. It didn't make me a better person but it definitely ruined my self esteem.

So..

It all started way back... Such a long, long time back...
Way back in the days when the grass was still green and the pond was still wet and the clouds were still clean...

Opps, flashback-ed to the wrong memory. Just a little lame joke to lighten up what would be a depresing post.

So..

When I was 11....

Second last year of my primary school year and thanks to this teacher of mine, I was left with a very traumatizing experience. I still can't figure out why would she do that to a 11 year old kid. I bet she went home feeling really good about herself.

I am not exactly the most lovable or adorable kid out there. In fact I am super talkative and that's what every teacher would say to my parents during PTA. Well not like I can help it. I just like talking and I was too young to know when I should talk and when I should not talk. Perhaps because I am a middle child and the attention was always on both my sisters so when I get the chance I'll just blast everything out.

But otherwise, I am a very good student. I did my homework, I aced all my quizes and I am always punctual. In fact, you could call me the teachers' pet (Plural. Many teachers. Haha). I even had a very special bond with my English teacher and she always treat me with food, games and even bought me special souvenirs when she went on a trip. Oh how I adore her!

And here comes a rotten teacher who lacked patience and dedication. She was hostile towards me but as a 11 year old I basically didn't recognise her hostility and still tried my very best to win her heart.

I don't remember exactly what I did that agitated her so badly until she had to do that to me. It happened really suddenly and for absolutely no reason. Well in my head there's no apparent reason because I'm just being me. And the me in nature is very annoying I guess.

I vaguely remembered she was in class. I don't even remember what subject she was teaching. So I conclude that she sucks at whatever she's teaching because it did not leave any impression at all. It was a Q&A session and I remembered many children other than me are eagerly wanting to answer her question. I think I am one of the enthusiasts student and somehow she just looked so annoyed and she asked a question to my class..

Who in this class hates her?

The 'her' she's referring to was me. She called out my name and immediately I was so shocked. But, she didn't stop there. 

Raise your hand if you hate her.

Yes, those were her exact words. To a 11 year old. I often ask myself what heinous sin did I commit that warranted that kind of punishment.

And to make things worse, she emphasised that those that don't raise their hand will be questioned why. And of course, almost everyone in the class of 50 odd students raised their hand. Not because they truly did hate me, but because they wanted to avoid being questioned.

Can you imagine how terrified I was? Only one of my best friends didn't raise her hand. The teacher questioned her and she shook her head and said no, she doesn't hate me. Then the teacher made an annoyed face. Possibly marking my best friend for future punishment.

At that time, another one of  my best friends turned around and wrote on my table with her pencil the word terpaksa (forced in Malay). I nodded and continued to keep my head down.

But that teacher kept on going. She then proudly proclaimed

See how many people hate you? Aren't you embarrassed?

My memory of the happenings after that is a blank. But it was there and then that I learnt that the friends that I eat and play with.. Out of 50.. Only 1.5 will stay true to you when you need it. 

For a week I was so reluctant to go to school. I only hung out with that 2 friends that I still trusted. I did not mention it to my parents because Asian being Asian they will think I did something so impossibly wrong that the teacher had to do that to me. Yes my parents are very teacher-centric and it will somehow turn out to be my fault!

I didn't want to be labeled as the 'troublemaker' in the family. As it is, I am already fighting for affection with my siblings so getting a smudge on the record will certainly do me no good. In hindsight, I wonder how did I manage to process all that.

I was down for a short period but kids being kids, I quickly forgave and forgot that incident.

This is the exact kind of person who shouldn't become a teacher. No matter how much you hate the student, you cannot take it out on them. You are the adult here, so act like one. By singling me out, all you did was permanently scar me for life. Possibly even the other students there then. Even now, slightly more than a decade later, I am still experiencing low self esteem inflicted by you.

Now why blog it out? Because I want people to know how some teachers do not deserve one bit of appreciation.

Not all teachers are equal.

If you're a parent reading this, I urge you to take time to understand your child. Don't be quick to scold and yell at them. If you are unable to give your undivided attention to your child, then please don't make one. Even more so when you have two or more children. If you cant give your attention to all of them, then you definitely have too many.

If you're a teacher reading this, please remember the reason why you became a teacher in the first place. And I hope that reason is to nurture and educate, not pick on and discriminate. Also, your words means a lot, even if you don't think that way. So please, speak gently and kindly, and become the best guidepost to success you can be.

And if by chance that teacher is reading this, I still don't like you. But I turned out well. I didn't cut my wrist. I didn't fail in life. In fact, I am doing really great now and you... Will forever be remembered as the most horrible person I've met.

To all the teachers (other than this one) I wish you guys longevity and thank you all for moulding me into everything I am today. Madam Chong, Ms Tan (she trained my photographic memory), and all the other teachers out there that never gave up in me.

Happy Teacher's Day

The end.

Tai Tai (not really) Grocery Shopping

Hello everybody! 

Had a little crazy adventure yesterday. Okay la to many people, it's really a no big deal but to me right... MUST ANNOUNCE TO THE WORLD OF MY ACHIEVEMENT!

Yesterday, I literally ran off at 4:45pm because it's Friday and I super don't wanna stay in office until late la! Wanna go enjoy life a little since it's PAYYYY DAYYY~

I was waiting in One Mont Kiara. Imagine a sophisticated looking OL having a little cuppa in a hipster cafe, having a slice of brownie cake. Sounds pretty decent right? Up until then, I feel like this is how I should spend my Friday!

Then I got a call that I'm supposed to go down to village grocer to buy sun melon. Do not ask me what is a sun melon! It's yellow version of a honeydew. My awesome brownie cake was half eaten. So I had to tapau the remaining half. It's RM 10 for a slice so I'm so not gonna leave RM 5.50 on the table and walk away (kiamsiap punya cina)! I ended up leaving the cafe with a box of cake and another plastic bag with more cakes inside... Tapau-ed from Humble Beginning KLCC. 

Was so unwilling to go grocery shopping.. Really. And of all things, I have to buy a melon; a giant round and heavy fruit.

I went in and I was very smart! Since I have no idea how a sun melon looks like, I decided to walk around and find the melon first. AND I FOUND IT AFTER READING EVERY LABEL FOR EVERY MELON THERE! I think those ang mohs shopping there thinks I'm a bit stupid la. They're like ..

Oh look at the size of the pumpkin

And I'm like.. Wtf is a sun melon? I only know watermelon! And why got so many origins one? Taiwan, Thailand and some other melon producing countries. 

My first instinct is that the melons are HUGEEEE! I thought it'll be at least half the size of a watermelon  but it turns out to be 75% of the size of a watermelon! I'm like f this shit la! I went ahead and grabbed a trolley even though all I need is a basket. But with all the cakes and the melon? No way am I going to hold them all in a basket! 

So I threw everything in the trolley and started my voyage of choosing a melon! I was told that if you smell the melon you'll know is it sweet or not. There's like 6 melons and a lot of half cut melons on top of it. So how? Move all the halved melon on top of the watermelon rack next to the sun melon. About to smell the melon and GOSH VILLAGE GROCERS PEOPLE CAN STACK MELONS SO WELL! The melons are arranged so nicely that I can't take any of them out so what more smell. Kindly imagine how hard it is for me to choose the melon. Literally took out one by one and smelled. Ended up simply pick one that smells kinda sweet. 

Next step.. Move to trolley. Again another fml moment cause the melon slammed by finger against the trolley.

Then, wanna put in those plastic bag.. Retarded fingers cannot open the plastic bag.. Walked to the weighing machine place and the lady was laughing at me... Cause I struggled to open the plastic. She only took like 5 seconds. I think she's also laughing at my lack of common sense cause CLEARLY the melon cannot fit inside the plastic.. So she just stuck the tag on the melon. 

Then I walked pass the fishball section and bought some fried fish balls. I was in such a f it mood I didn't even bother looking at the expiry dates. Haha. Just realized it is a very fail thing..

Then went and buy paste to make curry fish balls. Was wondering should I get laksa paste or curry chicken paste. My f it mood is so unbelievably strong.. I simply picked the curry chicken one without looking at expiry dates. So Elie, whatever happen to your stomach, is probably my fault.

Here's my messy trolley....

Literally threw everything in like PIAKKK

I was pretty proud of myself until... I found out that the melon I bought is too big and only half ripe, the paste should be laksa paste and there's actually another half packet of fish balls at home.. LIKE WHAT?! 0/3 things purchased right...

Guess I am still very off from being a housewife. Lol. 

No more grocery shopping please!

Okay done with blogging about my new adventure. So bye bye now.

Thanks for reading my pathetic shopping experience... Heheh

Angry at Superstition

Hi!

This is gonna be a post where I just LET IT GO and vomit all my rant out! Honestly I wouldn't blog about it if it doesn't bother me. I really have no outlet to express how helpless I feel right now!

For the last semester of my uni life, I did a suicidal stunt by taking up psychology 101 despite coming from a business school. So it's like totally opposite from the units I usually face. That's downright daring and somewhat stupid for taking up that risk. Actually it's not my first time making extreme opposite choices. I was a full science student and I went on taking a business course which is totally irrelevant!  I almost cried in my first year accounting since I have no knowledge from SPM and the lecturer expects us to at least have learnt it in SPM or A-level. That was kinda sucky... So helpless. 

Anyway... (So easily get distracted), in psychology, they asked..

Do you believe that there's bad luck if you walk under a ladder? Or when a black cat crosses your path? Do you believe that rabbit foot brings you good luck?

If you answered 'yes' to any of those statements, you're kinda superstitious. By the way, all my answers were yes despite finishing the whole unit! Nyehehehe. Yes! In psychology, superstitious doesn't exist! It was merely COINCIDENCE in life which we refuse to accept it as a coincidence.  Even Tiger Woods believe that every Sunday, he must wear a red tee for good luck. We are all humans, we bound to find order in this crazily confusing world so it's normal for us to believe in crazy superstitious stuff. Even those that claim that they have 'sixth sense' are mostly con man and there's no actual scientific evidence to support their claims. 

But still.. Somehow I am still very superstitious. If you know of a taboo and you deliberately go do it then you ended up with accidents or something then you're gonna blame that taboo. So like why risk it right? Just take a little effort and avoid it right? No biggie.

And then.. A life changing news slam me in my face

Chinese are one of the races with a lot a lot of superstition beliefs. I don't know about other races since I only experienced being a Chinese (DUH!). Other races' culture i only know like bits and pieces from books. Like how I never knew that the way Indians fold their food wrapper (like banana leaves) means different thing. One is a compliment while the other one is the exact opposite.

Today, I encountered a Chinese lady in her mid 50s. She is one of the 'sifu' (like master) that has special ability to connect with the.... Let's just call it the special dimension. She took a good look at me... My heart started racing because seriously what if she says something bad? I have super memory so anything that goes in my brain does not goes out easily. Unless I choose to 'delete' the memories. Then she told me...

"You can't/ won't get married until you're past 30 years old"

*JENG JENG JENG*

Storms at my background! Tornado and tsunami plus some earthquake all around me happening at the same time! *so dramatic*

It is a LIE when a woman say "no la I don't wanna get married! I wanna be independent and free! Woman can do thing that a man could!". Seriously, I agree that there are some headstrong tough woman who can just do everything on their own. They don't need a husband. Some may just love being single and some are just in denial. But there still are a majority of female population who long for a marriage. I am proud to say I am one of them! 

Seriously, it's something I look forward to! It's like a whole new chapter of life that fairy tales promised that it would be the loveliest thing. Since I was a kid I just love to stare at the brides in their beautiful wedding gown and wonder how it feels like being a princess. And like most ordinary woman, I just wanna get married by 30 and have a kid after that. A very simple dream no?

But NOOOOOOOO! 

I won't get married early. I have to wait. Wait till my boobs sag to the floor and face needs Botox before I can get married. Like seriously it is again another LIE if you say there's no difference between the age of 20 and 30! BIG FAT LIE! So like when I go try out gowns I have to resort to 'sophisticated' instead of 'young' or 'sexy'? I can never experience wearing a wedding gown and feel like a princess? Seriously when you're 30 that's like the boundary of wedding dy. Most of my friends will be married with kids and they'll just think my wedding as another "oh faster laaa I wanna go home liao" event. Worst still when my relatives will rub in my face until I'm 30! "Why haven't get married ah? Woman got expiry date one you know? Wanna give birth then faster lo!". Like woman are merely child popping out machine (don't you hate those comments?)

So yea! I am those kind of people who fantasize once in a while and being married after 30 totally ruined my fantasy. Down right sad. I just think 30 is too old and too late. Very annoying! 

Is there anything I can do to like break the old curse? I wanna get married when I want to la! Not getting restarined by some... Invisible rule governed by the special dimensions! Sadly I am super superstitious and I simply can't overlook premonitions like these. 

Doesn't special dimension work well with Disney? What happened to all you need is true love huh?

I really don't wanna be an old bride. Wanna flaunt it while I'm young. Urghhhhhhhhhhhhh. Thus, I am very angry now at superstitious crap because it's totally screwing up with my wonderful fantasy! 

Bye now~ need a cold showed immediately! Bleeekkkk

ALS Ice Bucket Chellenge: The Good and The Bad

This post was originally written in my Dayre. What's different is the spell-checking and removal of profanities by Mr Editor, and an exclusive (but not really cause it's uploaded to my instagram @csysteph hehe) behind the scenes video!

I did the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge a few days back. I didn't only get one but three nominations to do the challenge; all in the span of one day. So I thought, why not?

And here is the Behind The Scenes video!

I'll be brutally honest. I didn't donate a single cent. They say donate within your means and I am still jobless; still leeching off my parents.

Now.. I know what a lot of people have been saying.

The challenge is stupid. You're not doing anything but waste water.

I actually disagree. The people who said that are the real hypocrites.

Cause #1 wtf waste water. Don't tell me you don't. Do you turn off the shower when you're shampoo-ing your hair? Or turn off the tap while brushing your teeth? NO? WELL THEN YOU'RE WASTING WATER TOO! You are merely nitpicking on a trend that will soon die down.

And #2 the challenge did raise awareness. I personally have never even heard of ALS before this and was surprised that even a great name like Steven Hawking has it! According to donation statistics released by ALS Association, the amount of donations received from July 29 - August 26 this year is $88.5 million; compared to $2.6 million in the same period last year. Quite a large amount raised for a just stupid challenge aye? Apparently only 10% will be directed to the research department but hello! 10% of 88.5 million vs 10% of 2.6 million. Did it benefit the ALS patients? You do the math. I also think it's very naive to believe that every cent in other charity organizations go straight to the needy. Clearly there are a lot of administrative and fixed costs that the organisation has to incur. Isn't it silly how you think the charity for ALS is a waste of time cause 'it doesn't even help with research' *roll eyes*

To me, it is up to you whether you want to do this challenge or not. 

I did the challenge not only for fun but I was genuinely curious how it feels like getting ALS. I was splashed by water for 10 seconds and I already felt like dying from the cold pain stinging my skin! Imagine people with ALS having to go through that 24/7.

I did the challenge because I would rather say 'Oh I did the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge and wow I simply cannot imagine the kind of suffering they must be going through', than saying 'I didn't do it. Cause it's effing stupid.'

Which trend isn't stupid? Ask yourself. Clubbing, dyeing your hair pink, cup songs, saying YOLO and many more. They were all condemned but most people did it because it's an experience.

No one should deny anyone else access to an experience. Like if you want to smoke and I'm anti-smoking. Should I call you stupid; that you are killing your lungs? No. Who am I to tell you no? I would give you my blessings and that's it! 

You can call people out for doing charity after doing a stunt. While now you're not donating as well because of the stunt? Who doesn't know you can do charity whenever you desire but calling people who've already done it stupid just makes you a hypocrite!

I can also say you're being judgemental and ripping people of free choice lo! People wanna do then let them do lo. Why be so judgemental?

To the people I nominated, it is perfectly fine if you decide to do and still perfectly fine if you don't want to. I'm neither for nor against doing the challenge. I did it and that's that.

I know deep down what to do to help people. Just wait till I'm able to and I'll really do my best in helping others. For now, calm down, stop taking sides and be so judgmental.

Bye now~

This Is War City-Link!

Oh gosh I have no idea how will I ever get over this anger I have boiling in me! 

I once posted an angry rant immediately after receiving bad service from a particular bank and I kept it as vague as possible because I didn't want to leave a bad name for that bank! But honestly this time I will go ALL OUT AND RAGE about City-Link!

Here! I even prepared their logo just in case anyone has never heard of City-Link

I am not afraid to voice out my opinion about them cause they are the most UNETHICAL courier service I've ever encountered! And I want to make it crystal clear that my issue is only with City-Link; not about DHL or PosLaju! 

Everyone seems to be so engaged with Xiaomi lately and even my sister is buying a lot a lot of their products. So last week, my sister bought a Xiaomi Redmi for skinny mommy's birthday! And that is when the nightmare happened:

23rd August 2014

Actually gonna put the date so if any City-Link's complain side is reading this they can go track back and FREAKING APOLOGIZE AND REFLECT ON IT!

It was a Saturday and we usually expect parcels to come either by afternoon or not at all right. And since it was almost dinnertime, we thought it won't be coming. Jeng jeng jeng!! They came like..

SURPRISE MOTHERF******

Not only that! Because we were out, they couldn't reach anyone. And guess what they did? Come back another day? Leave us a note? NOPE!

THEY PASSED IT TO ONE OF MY NEIGHBOUR!

Anyway, this is what happened during the conversation between my sister and the delivery lady and wow you'll be absolutely amazed at her reasoning! Wasted talent not selling magical beans promising a beanstalk to happiness!

City-Link Lady (CLL): Hello, may I speak to Miss Sister (protecting identity at its finest! Haha)
Sister: Yes, that's me.
CLL: Hi. I actually have a parcel for you so are you at home right now?
Sis: No actually I am out now.
CLL: Oh so when will you be available to collect your parcel?
Sis: Can you deliver it on Monday please?
CLL: Oh no actually we are already at your doorstep and we saw your neighbour coming out and we just passed it to him.
Sis: Huh? No I want to collect it personally so can you just come back again?
CLL: No. If you want to collect it'll be in Cyberjaya so I just helped you by passing it to your neighbour.
Sis: Who is this 'neighbour'?
CLL: Oh I don't know, but he seemed very nice and trustworthy and his name is Mr. XXX and stays at number 22.
Sis: WHAT! NO! I DON'T EVEN KNOW THAT GUY!
CLL: Don't worry he seems nice.
Sis: Can't you drop it at any of your City-Link offices?
CLL: No wo... actually I think he's okay! I TRUST HIM MORE THAN I TRUST MY STAFF!

And after that my sister was speechless. When I heard the story, I was also speechless.. just how stupid can a person be?!

There are five things this lady did that should never be done.

Problem #1

Why didn't you call to ask whether the recipient is home to actually receive the delivery BEFORE coming? If you had called, we would have waited at home for the delivery or rescheduled the delivery. Why only call after the fact?

Problem #2
Why didn't you call to ask for our consent to drop the parcel wit our neighbour? How could you pass MY parcel to my neighbour WITHOUT CONSENT? Might as well pass it to the security guard at the pondok. Must be trustworthy right. Security guard ma.

Problem #3
If you already dropped our parcel to our neighbour so please tell me why did you bother calling my sister and PRETEND as if you're asking if are we convenient to receive the parcel? You are merely INFORMING us since you already passed our parcel to our neighbour.

Problem #4

That neighbour she was talking about also isn't my immediate neighbour. They actually stayed 3 houses away on the opposite side of the street some more. Might as well pass it to the security guard a few more houses down right.

Problem #5

What do you mean you trust my neighbour more than you trust your staff? Excuse me ah! My neighbour could very well have just kept the parcel and claim that they received nothing! After all, we don't even have a tracking number! Might as well pass it to the security guard at the pondok! Must be trustworthy right! Security guard ma!

So we came home and luckily the kind Mr XXX sent it over to us! So nice of them. NEIGHBOUR, I THANK YOU SO MUCH! I can't believe someone we rarely say hi to went through so much trouble for us. I mean yea I would have done the same but still.. Why did the CLL ever think that ALL neighbours are nice!?

Here's the content of the parcel.

Skinny mommy's shiny new Xiaomi Redmi

Box filled with a lot more stuff than just the phone!

Yea so all these could have been lost and I wonder will City-Link be responsible? I can very well sue them for negligence! In fact, I could call them up and say I didn't receive anything and demand to be compensated. Bunch of irresponsible fools!

The last time when I missed my cheque from FlyFm, I tried calling them and they kept beating around the bush and delayed my cheque for ONE WHOLE WEEK! FlyFm and Xiaomi should really consider other freight companies besides City-Link.

At least my parcel contained replaceable stuff but ask yourself. What if the parcel contained a painting by Da Vinci. Or your dear grandmother's will. Or a key to access Wall Street. Anything valuable for that matter! Now imagine it is lost because such irresponsible people cannot be bothered to deliver properly! How can I trust them to deliver my things now? I really can't. I rather go for DHL or PosLaju!

I hope there's no more victims after us because honestly THEY SUCK SO BAD THEY SHOULD BE BANISHED!

Okay. Rant complete and guys.. Beware of City-Link!

The New Begging Culture in Malaysia

Hello again! 

This is gonna be my verbal vomit post about a new trend in Malaysia.

Begging is not a new trend in Malaysia. Yea I know. Some beggars in Malaysia actually earn more than white collars working for years and eating chap fan everyday! 

I don't know much about begging but I do know that they are super creative! Some bring a child, some use fake legs and some just lie there at the same spot everyday playing their harmonica. I personally have a very mixed feeling about beggars. Sometimes I look at them and really really wanna help them but I am afraid that a swarm of his of her 'neighbors' come and attack me. I mean... It must be weird why I only donate to one of the beggars among 5 sitting at the same bridge right? On top of that, society made me skeptical. I can't help but wonder...

Is this guy for real?

Like.. Why is this person begging? Are they being controlled by some organizations that I don't know? Or maybe cause he really can't find a job? Or he refuses to find a job? Or could it be something else I haven't thought of?

It's like I sympathize but there is only so much I can do. I guess times like this you wonder where are all those self proclaimed noble people who "Like" some beggar's picture on Facebook. NATO (No Action Talk Only) much? Not like I am any noble but at least I don't like pictures like that. Okay la.. I did like one.. and it's because.. 

PIKACHU IS IN TROUBLE!! NOOOOO!

Anyway, before I got distracted, I realize there is a new pattern of begging going around in KL. I bet you've seen them before! I see this bunch of people at least twice a week!

Beggars on the road

I am not sure do they think they are business people or beggars but selling a pack of face tissue at RM 5 is a complete rip off! The fact that some people just give them money and walk away is no different from  begging!

Yeap. They are all senior citizens around the age of 60 and they will walk on busy streets, usually around intersections so that they can start "selling/begging" when the traffic light turns red. And they go for super busy streets in Kota Damansara or before some highway turning. Needless to say, IT IS REALLY REALLY DANGEROUS! The danger level doubles simply because Malaysian motorcyclists love to turn in and out between cars and OH MYYYY what if they accidentally hit the beggars? They are old and super fragile!

That aside, in the picture above, it's so super hazy I doubt any sane person who love their lungs would want to be out there. That old lady was standing there for hours and begging! Oh and I also saw one before this highway turning but he avoided our car because we are Chinese family and I guess we are less generous in such situations. I mean...... skeptical..

GUESS WHAT! There are people who actually gave them money! Not RM 1 or RM 2 but like sometimes RM 10! Imagine if 5 cars stop and that will total up to RM 50 per hour! Who would work in McD now where they only pay you RM 5/hour? Actually scratch that, they will probably earn more than an executive in a listed company! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

I understand you're trying to help them but can't you see you're actually creating a new market for people to exploit old people and use them as beggars?

WHY WOULD I KNOW?

Because this same lady was begging at Sunway Giza.. How did she fly from Giza to Sg Buloh toll by herself? I sincerely doubt she walked all the way. In fact, my fat daddy actually saw them getting dropped off by a fancy ESTIMA! That's a 200k car so like excuse me... There's actually an organization dropping off beggars and taking them their money after? Given that it is pretty profitable, I can clearly see why some shameless people would wanna exploit the poor old folks!

Giving them money is encouraging them to risk their lives to stand at some heavy traffic spot to beg! I already notice more and more of such beggars walking around KL. Seriously, this trend needs to stop. It's just not right for old people to get exploited like this. 

Sometimes, I do wonder what are they going through and why do they get punished like that. Perhaps that's life but it's still so difficult to accept the inequality of our society. I really hope that somehow someone will do something about this. Not punishing them with fines, but helping them. Give them a place to stay or a proper job to work.

Okay verbal vomit over.

Here's a picture of a durian just because it's durian season again! LOL

Bye bye now!

Get Your Timing Right!

Hello!

So I actually have lots and lots of assignments due soon and I am supposed to be rushing my work now, but because of my carelessness, I am so anxious and uneasy that I could not get myself to settle down and do my work properly. I feel so panicky and I need a place to organize my thoughts so I can resume my work.

The thing is at times like this I usually will resort to friends that I can rant to. But they probably have the same problem as me and will probably tell me to suck it up and move on. I especially hate it when people tell me I am wasting time ranting because that time would be better spent doing work instead of sulking. If I were 100% alright then why would I need to rant right?

Anyways, I really hate doing assignments; especially those with no clear requirements and I am forced to 'assume' a lot of stuff, which is difficult because I have not come across the questions before! It is like asking me to imagine a new colour. Am I supposed to know what assumptions to make? I may have not seen the colour red before, so it is a new colour to me. But to the lecturer, the colour red is the most common thing in the world.

To make things worse, I knew that this assignment is due next week, but what I didn't realise that it is due on TUESDAY! I thought it is due on Friday and so I lost 3 days just like that. Okay it's mostly my fault.. actually no it's entirely my fault for not checking the dates properly. So I am now set back for 3 whole days and it is driving me crazy! I was thinking that I can probably get it done. I just have to stop watching TV then. NO BIGGIE.

Perhaps I am being punished for being too laid back because I realise that I have another assignment. Apparently due..... NEXT WEDNESDAY! So from Wednesday Friday, it became Tuesday, Wednesday. I feel like I just swam across a river full of crocodiles and fell in quick sand. And when I pull myself out, a man-eating flower thing is waiting to eat me. A totally !@#$% moment! Again, it's entirely my fault for not keeping track of all my assignment deadlines. I can't possibly tell my lecturer that because we are university students; practically adults already.

Let's see.. 24 hours a day! Fine.. SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK (but I am so weak I admit. I am a total pig!).  I can't rely on caffeine as well because caffeine makes me sleepy (odd system I have).

Guess my thoughts are now more organized thus.. *RANT COMPLETE*

Back to work now you assignment slave!!!!

Here's a selfie because I realize a wordy post has less views! Definitely a case of tl:dr.

Random artwork in library and I

That's all today! Busy bee busy me!

Bye~

It is nice being short isn't it?

Hello hello~

Have you heard of the saying that you have so much to do and you ended up doing nothing at all? I am experiencing exactly that. What other way to embrace your final semester than a crazy hectic weekly routine right? I have at least 1 assignment and 1 quiz due EVERY week. It is so mentally exhausting. Now I miss my summer holidays so so much. All I need to do is sleep, eat, go on social media and do some occasional blogging. I don't even have time for movie preview anymore. How upsetting. Anyways, since I am feeling super stressed out, I figure I should take a day off to eat, drink, sleep and blog. Why is it so easy to come up with 2000 words here but so dreadful when doing assignment?

Social media is definitely keeping me alive from the busy life. And my new addiction? Dayre!

It's like flipping through someone's personal dairy without breaching the ethical code. I like to read about other people's life. Especially bloggers like XiaXue, QiuQiu or FourFeetNine. I regret not following fourfeetnine earlier cause her Dayre is so lovely to read. I also followed Timothy Tiah cause well they're like a set....ish? It is so adorable when Timothy Tiah refers fourfeetnine as 'Shorty'. Just FYI she's really just 4'9". Saw her during Nuffnang Is 007 Birthday Bash.

Then it hit me! All my life people has been telling me how they envy my height and they are just too short. I am 5'7" by the way.

This is how tall I am compared to a Audi R8. I am wearing 3" heels so that make me 5'10"?

Which is not really tall supermodel height but just above average. It's kinda genetics I guess since the shortest person in my family is 5'5". 

But the thing is.. I find it quite cute to be short. There are certain things that only short people can do while tall people can't. For instance, I never bothered to use a doting tone on anyone or try to act like those really cute girls because I feel like a GIANT asking for a pacifier. It just doesn't seems to match! I have been told a few times

" Don't act cute lah! So creepy! Doesn't suit you at all"

(Malaysian slang intended)

It's like when you're tall, you tend to look more mature and sophisticated. I hate standing next to my shorter friends because I feel really HUGE! While they're so tiny and cute. So isn't it nice to be short? You get to look adorable all the time. Plus, short people seems to be so AGELESS! I mean, they do age but somehow still manage to look exactly the same. It's like baby face have to be paired up with short people. They always look like they're 18 while tall people's age is usually their age+2. SO UNFAIR!!

Another thing is, tall people have difficulties looking for nice dresses or skirts. Case in point..

My OOTD for my very first movie screening, Hunger Games: Catching Fire

Go read my review if you haven't! Then watch the movie!

Look at this skater skirt I bought from an online shop called Ultraviolet. The quality of the skirt is super awesome. The material are not like those cheapskate shop. It is actually very thick and the colour does not fade. Waited for almost a month for the skirt and it is super worth it. But there's only one problem... If I actually tip toe a little, anyone who is standing behind me will get a free show. Yes the skirt is too short for me despite being free sized. And I actually saw a bunch of girls wearing that skirt from the same online shop and guess what? IT WAS OVER THE KNEE LENGTH FOR THEM! How? Why? See. Short people will never have to worry about that. Trendy skirts, goodbye~

Another funny/sad story is that one time, when I was buying a pair of jeans from Romp, I was forced to buy an M size jeans because I have long legs. So if I were to buy S, it would fit my hips perfectly but it will be hanging because it's not long enough. If I buy M, it'll fit my legs perfectly BUT it's so loose. I ended up buying M and a belt.

I also recently realized that I can peep into the cubicle next to mine in a squat toilet because the floor was slightly levitated. So when I stand there, I can just peep whoever's next to me. But seriously I don't! I do not wanna see another person doing their big business. Will totally ruin my appetite. It is just another very awkward discovery for me. 

Being short is also nicer when standing next to your boyfriend/partner. When you're tall, it is more likely that your partner will be shorter than you. It feels like short girls can get more pampering and protection from their partner. Because they're so tiny, it feels like their partner has to protect them more from the tall world. I just find couple with the combination of short girl and tall guy extra sweet. I heard them complaining about the neck ache and back ache before but hey, it's so worth it. Like how Timothy Tiah calls fourfeetnine 'Shorty'. It feels like he's protecting his small and timid wife that's just so tiny that she needs all the protection from her man. Short girls can snuggle completely in her partner's arms too right? Like a secret hideout. Contrast too tall people plus tall people combo. They look more like chopsticks than sweet couple really. 

Yes tall people get their benefits too like passing all the minimum job requirements that have a height limit, more sexy, easy to be spotted, can reach for the top shelf and not getting treated like an arm rest. I am guilty for the last one cause I sort of automatically rest my arm on a shorter friend's shoulder. I tried not too because it's super uncomfortable for my short friend.

But seriously I don't think it matters that much when it comes to height. You can be tall or short and be nasty and annoying at the same. You also can be very nice to everyone regardless of height. I still have assignments due even if I am 4'9". I guess I was just curious how does it feel like being a shorty.

Well, back to reality. I will be a nerd until further notice.

See ya~ 

PS: What happened to you, Spain? 1-5 really?!

I Like To Go Out!

Hello hello!

I am amazed at my own reasoning now. Why? Because I am angry at procrastinating so I want to blog about it but blogging is essentially procrastinating right? It's like I have to write a 3k words report but I ended up typing out why or how I am procrastinating faster than typing out my report. There is a difference in incentive clearly because I love to blog but it so dreadful for me to write a report. I don't hate assignments, in fact I enjoy how I manage to stick pieces of information together and make a very cohesive and meaningful piece of work. It's also like building in the knowledge into my brain without trying (hehe)!

So that aside, I actually just finished my 3k assignment with a lot of editing needed to be done. I also have to cut my word count! Since I am prone to redundancy (according to Mr. Editor), I guess cutting words will not be a hard task right?

The moment I finished my assignment (even though it is still a draft), my head starts to have ideas of going out with friends for dinner. Have a good laugh or just to reward myself with some good food. But the thing is, most people I ask will reject me because they either have not finished their assignments or they are so tired and they just want to rest first.

And then I think to myself..

"I am tired too.. But why do I  have such urge to go out instead of resting?" 

Today is extra tiring too because I only had 4 hours of sleep. I always thought I just really enjoy going out and have a good dinner and relax myself. It is a very legit reason right to want to get some R&R? But apparently that is not my sole reason.

I tried to imagine what happens if I just go home straight from uni. I will shower, watch TV, eat and.. what else? It means that I can actually free up some time if I actually do go home. The thing is whenever I go home, I'll see the pile of work I have on my study table and stress myself out. Like I have to rush to finish it! I will feel guilty if I have extra free time and I have to waste it by not doing anything productive. There are occasions where I overworked myself and my mom tells me to not study and go to sleep (yes my mom is awesome like that! she thinks I over-study). What did I end up doing?

FORCE MYSELF TO REST!

Yeap force will be the right word! I understand human generally need to rest so we can be more productive the next day but I am just so reluctant to rest when I have 27236824793 things to do! So I have to conceal, don't feel and let it go. That's how I can get some rest. By FORCING myself.

It is actually not THAT bad! It is like some movie plot with an angel and a demon popping out on my shoulder and telling me different things. One says "Go Work" and the other says "Go Rest". I honestly don't know which is the angel and which is the demon since sometimes resting does help but sometimes I just get more anxious the other day.

So I guess that is why I prefer to stay out after a long long day. Just to take my mind off things.

Out of sight, out of mind

That is very true for me.

Actually I think the fact that today is Friday also contributed to my urge to go out! I usually don't have Friday classes and I am giving myself a reward just for showing up for a replacement class today.

Now for the hard part! Looking for kaki (gang/partner) to go out with me. If I can't find then... Okay fine I'll do more assignments then (makes a grumpy face)

Guess that's all for my post with not much purpose! I shall end it with a OOTD which I slap on because I was too tired and wasn't thinking straight in the morning! Hopefully I will find time to explain this OOTD in a very near future post! Look forward to that!

Until the next time folks!

Bye~

Headphones Ethics

Hello hello hello! Welcome again to my humble little blog Pillow Talk Till Dawn~ 

I am currently missing Disneyland and their jolly mood. So I tried to imitate that in my opening sentence.

It's very wrong of you to think that I'm gonna talk about Disneyland today because I'm not. Today's topic is about headphones ethics. 

I was having this random conversation with Elie and she told me her music was playing so loudly that the person sitting next to her can hear the lyrics clearly. 

My response was "Oh Gosh! You have no headphones ethics!".

We proceeded to debating whether the person sitting next to her has sharp hearing or her music was just playing too loudly. Of course, the debate didn't last very long because well.. I didn't actually hear her music so it became a pointless discussion. 

But that is not the issue. The issue here is headphones ethics. Headphones ethics is an unwritten, implied ethics code which I just made up, but should be practised by everyone wearing headphones!

Why a code of ethics specifically for headphones? Well, you wear headphones so that you can listen to your own music without disturbing other people right? If you still end up disturbing other people then why put on the headphones in the first place?

Can't find the original picture so here's the copy from instagram!

So here are 6 headphones ethics: 

Don't play music so loudly that others can hear. No offence my darling Elie, but regardless whether the person next to you has sharp hearing or not, playing your music so loudly is unethical. Seriously, this type of people annoys me the most! Especially in the library! The library is supposed to be a quiet study space! Don't play your music so loudly that the rest of the library can hear! Then might as well just play your music without your headphones. It makes no difference. So please turn the volume down.

Don't talk with headphones on. I've seen some people screaming their lungs out because they thought they are speaking normally. If you are talking to someone, the polite thing to do is to turn down the music, or take off your headphones. Else, don't make conversation. You're only embarrassing yourself when you find everyone is staring at you. And to be honest, I'm guilty of this one.

Don't start laughing. In fact, don't make a sound. Once, I was in the computer lab getting my assignments done. I was expecting computer lab to be slightly noisier because it's not a noise free zone like the library. But there should still be some sort of noise limit right? Two girls were laughing their heads out while watching Running Man with headphones on. So totally unethical. Plus they probably didn't notice how loud are they since they had headphones are on. Put on headphones to not disturb other people with Running Man sound, but then laugh your head off watching it?! Sorry, you just don't make any sense. 

When both headphones are on, the Do Not Disturb sign is on too! It's a general rule right? People like this are most likely in Get Shit Done Mode. So unless it is an absolute emergency, it's best to leave them to their own business. 

One side on, one side off. This means that they're available for conversation! Go for it. Either that or they're eavesdropping. The other headphone is like a disguise or sort. Also, I'm guilty as charged. 

When talking to higher authority, take them off. Taking your headphones off is a sign of respect. I mean, it's quite rude to be asking for help from your lecturer with your headphones on. There may be no music playing, but still. Take them off. I'm pretty sure that the lecturer will think that you are rude. Not like its very hard to take off your headphones also. Heck, if I'm the lecturer I would shoo you away or intentionally tell you wrong information (Good thing I'm not, eh?).

That's all for my headphones ethics. It's great to listen to music in peace but let's be considerate too! 

Bye now~♡

Reputable Bank, Disappointing Service

Hi everyone~ Welcome back to my little blog.

Today's post is gonna be a rant because of  little incident that happened to me this morning.

Every half a year, I have to run to the bank to get some stuff done. Frankly, I'm never a big fan of going to the bank because I don't know why bank is like the most jam packed place and the procedure can be long and tedious. Gazillion forms to be filled, piles of documents and everything seems to be everywhere. It gets things done but the process is so confusing and complicated. Since I am never a fan, I usually avoid it as long as I can.

Technically I don't have a choice. Bank plays a very significant role in our daily life. From credit card to ATM machines, there is no way that you will not use a bank, unless you keep an old rusted can under the bed and dig it out when you need money. Of course modern people nowadays would use at least one service from banks.

However, this morning I was greeted by the most unbelievably TERRIBLE service from this lady behind the counter. It wasn't any bank by the roadside with no reputation. It is a very WELL KNOWN bank in Malaysia. It even has branches in other neighbouring countries like Singapore or Thailand. Well I am not going to name names or point fingers but who say I can't hint right? That bank with RED theme and have 4 different letters in it. You can guess but I won't tell you exactly is it right or wrong. I will just call it WXYZ Bank.

To think that in such a competitive industry with so many local and international banks, they would have some proper quality control to keep their customers' business. I'll see how they survive if us depositors decided to do our business in another bank with better service quality. I opened my account here because it was convenient anyways. Take away convenience and service quality, and there will no reason for me to do business with WXYZ.

So back to my story. This morning I woke up at 9am to avoid the crazy crowd in the bank. I bet everyone is thinking about the same thing because the bank was filled when I reached. There's hardly any standing space but what to do. I already woke up early for this and I am not doing it again. As usual, went to line up to get the forms and get the number. WXYZ has a teller right in front of their door to control the crowd and to make sure that every customer gets the right number; so that they can go to the right counter in the shortest time.

I specifically told the teller that I needed to get a banker's draft from a fixed deposit account. So the procedure will be quite complicated. For those of you who don't know finance, fixed deposit accounts need to be terminated and cannot be closed if it is not expired. If you do, you'll have to pay a penalty. And banker's draft is basically a cheque but with the bank as the payer. Basically I have two things to be done but I want to get them done in one counter. Based on my request, the teller gave me a form along with a number, 4001.

Before I can finish filling in the form, the screen displayed the number 4001. With all my documents in one hand and a pen in the other, I rushed to Counter 5. At the counter, there's this really polite and full of smiles Malay teller asking me nicely how can she assist me. Of course, I told her my long winded request and she nodded and said no problem. While I'm at it, I handed her my other slip asking for an update and she said no problem again. Since I was already there, I also asked her whether she can help me deposit money and update my passbook. She replied yes and smiled again. So kind and friendly. At that moment my concerns flew away as I was glad that the teller is more than is willing to help me with everything I needed to do.

Suddenly, an evil witch came out from no where and cast a spell across the land! Nah that's very exaggerated. It was just a BOSSY Chinese lady that came out of nowhere and yelled at that nice Malay teller. I guess that she is the supervisor and that she is trying to control the crowd. Then, she walked over and grabbed all my documents continued yelling at the Malay lady. NOTE, she GRABBED! She didn't just take politely even though there's customers right there witnessing the whole thing. She told me that I had got the wrong number as Counter 5 is supposed to be a fast lane. I was told to leave and wait for my name to be called by the teller in Counter 3.

I was shocked, confused and aggrieved!

First of all, I wasn't the one who got the number. I was treated like a nuisance as if I jumped the line and walked right up to counter 5. She kept saying my number is wrong. BUT SO WHAT?! ISN'T IT FASTER TO JUST LET ME FINISH THAN TO MOVE ME TO ANOTHER COUNTER?! I already handed all my documents and verified myself with my thumb print and suddenly I'm supposed to go to another counter? While my documents was thrown to another counter who basically have no idea what do I need?

The teller that was giving out the number saw me standing there all confused. So he asked me again what do I need and confirmed that 4001 was the correct number. He even yelled back at that arrogant Chinese lady and she couldn't explain herself. Thanks for standing up for me! The whole bank basically came to a standstill and everyone was instead looking at the commotion; wondering what in the world is going on. I felt embarrassed to suddenly be the center of attention; as a victim of their horrible service system.

Anyways, I decided to not pursue the matter further so as to not waste any more time. I sat back at the waiting area and waited for Counter 3. But it doesn't feel right because I passed so many documents over at Counter 5 and I'm afraid the teller in Counter 3 will get confused. Hence, I had to explain my intentions all over again to Counter 3's teller. Luckily, the Malay lady manning Counter 3 was also very nice and she apologized for the absurd behaviour of her supervisor. She kept saying how the process was lengthened due to her nosy supervisor.

Finally, I got everything done; including updating my passbook. I got apologies from both the Malay tellers but theirs was not I wanted. These two deserve a BIG THANK YOU for being so helpful all the way.

Can you believe it? For such a reputable WXYZ Bank to have such appalling level of service. To quote Andy Lau,

"the service level at times like this is totally unacceptable"

I am so disappointed. How I wish someone from WXYZ bank reads this and re-trains her. Or even better, just fire her.

Okay. Rant over.

Shall post a less depressing post the next time~ Bye~

I am stereotypical! Are you?

Hello again! Have you ever experienced those moments where your whole schedule was ruined because a plan was postponed or pushed forward?

Well I was minding my own business in Celebrity Fitness waiting for time to pass. The plan was to head for shower at 7pm. I would have one solid hour in the gym shower to transform my sweaty gym self to party dress code self.

So around 6pm I checked my phone and the plan was pushed forward to 630pm! My shower plans was shattered. Seriously as a girl in a completely stranger shower, I had to get ready in half an hour. And that includes make up time. Rush! Crazy mad rush!

I believe that gym goers have faith in each other while in the shower room. I mean, the shower curtain is a mere thin sheet of waterproof cloth. There is nowhere secure it to. So throughout the shower I'm thinking.. 

1. crap crap come on hurry! No time left!
2. oh God please don't let anyone open the curtains!
3. [Insert Curse] no one changes the time half an hour before an event! 

So I showered and got dressed, in a total mess. I'm really glad CF has a make up station! I was worried that I would have to decorate my face on a bench or something.

I placed everything I had on the station and had to run out to pass the shampoo. I didn't want to run out with my tote bag from Catching Fire Preview (which is super awesome! soft, handy, big and very light! Kudos to whoever made it!), so I scanned the area and asked a stranger to help me look after my stuff for a minute while I run out. She looked confused as if she didn't understand English, but she nodded okay.

When I ran out, it hit me. What if the lady inside was a crook, a thief? I had just handed over my valuables to her. Of course, I didn't lose anything. It's just a 30 seconds trip. But the thing is, have you ever wondered that our stereotyping behaviour will surprise us one day and cause us to lose something?

I handed my valuables to a girl I never met. Believing from her appearance that she is not a thief. In the shower, I put my Nike sport shoes within my sight because there were a few cleaner ladies speaking some foreign language and I was afraid they might steal it. Just because the girl is putting on make up and look Malaysian, I deemed her innocent and good. While I assumed that the cleaner ladies are bad and dangerous.

I feel bad now. The cleaner ladies don't deserve to be stereotyped by me. They're probably nice, hardworking people looking for a living. I had no right to judge them to be bad and dangerous. Sometimes when my family is buying fruits, it is these people that speak a foreign language that give us pointers as to which fruit is good and which is not. Locals would never do that.

I too was a victim of stereotyping. Hong Kong customs stopped and checked me because my hair was dyed light brown. In HK, people don't dye their hair light coloured unless they are a gangster or something. Plus I was travelling alone. So note that if you travel in a family and dye your hair black, you can smuggle drugs easily (Not that I condone or have any involvement with drugs). I totally understand why Jason Sudeikis in Meet The Millers wanted a whole family to transport a ton of marijuana across Mexico. It is stereotyped to be less suspicious.

So after the whole mess, managed to make it at 6:40. In the end I was still 10minutes late, but the event didn't start on time anyways!

And here's my OOTD which was posted before here. 

Well I'll try to be less stereotypical next time round.

That's it for today. Bye now~

A Case of Expectation versus Reality

Taken from: http://www.furama.com/cityguides/kualalumpur/pavilion-kuala-lumpur/

Pavilion Kuala Lumpur is located in the heart of the city and is famous for having many international high-class brands as its tenants. Coach, Gucci, Prada, Montblanc, Marc Jacob have all opened outlets here.

Although I have been to Pavilion quite a few times before, I never fail to feel intimidated the moment I step into the mall. At least, I feel this way cause I don't see the point of and means to buying expensive branded goods. To me, it does not feel right to be spending so much of my parents' hard earned income, so easily.

Anyhow, for my 21st birthday, my parents brought me to Pavilion and told me to buy whatever I liked. I tried to negotiate my way out of their proposition but failed. They insisted that I buy something branded to signify my passage into adulthood. So after going in and out of almost all the shops there, I settled on a bright pink/maroon coloured Coach handbag that was placed at the center of their window display. This bag caught my eye because it was bright pink and did not have the word 'Coach' or the letter 'C' printed on every inch of the bag.

So after my dad made the payment, the cashier told me that I have now automatically qualified to be their silver member (yay!). Members are entitled to special discounts and are also the first to know any new Coach updates. We are also supposed to receive a membership card as proof of membership but until now, I have yet to receive mine.

Yet, that is not the main reason why I am so pissed off about Coach. Yesterday (25th November), I received a letter saying that there is an exclusive pre-season sale, with up to 50% off on select items and 10% off on the total spent. Tempting yes? I immediately shared this with my family and close friends so that we can go check it out together.

The part that blew up my inner volcano is that the event was from 21st to 24th November. This meant that I received the invitation only after the fact and the exclusive members-only post card is now worthless.

Imagine.

An international brand. With all its brand recognition and reputation. And the promise of luxury and exclusivity from purchasing that brand.

Broken, unfulfilled.

Lacking.

This kind of service is appalling. I can't help but think that they are trying to limit the number of members getting discounts. For such a high standard brand, I expected the quality of service to match the brand. They should have sent out the invitations at least a month beforehand and made sure that all the invitations have reached their destinations before the event.

Or, if sending out printed invitations is too difficult, then an alternative would be to simply send email invitations. I am already receiving periodic email updates. And I had received an email informing me of the upcoming arrival of the Fall/Winter collection. It isn't very difficult to send another email as an invitation to the pre-season sale.

On another note, I was also disappointed with the level of service given before I purchased my present. It was clear that because I was casually dressed in a tshirt and shorts, I was designated as a non-customer. Meaning that they did not think that I would purchase anything anyway, and so did not need to be serviced/assisted. Only when I confirmed my purchase that they became all smiles and polite. I am sure that if I were more dressed up, I would have been treated with their utmost care and attention. The discriminatory behaviour of the service staff does not reflect well on the brand. 

I wish they will at least send a proper apology email. This is a simple post to remind everyone that superior brand value is really just good marketing. Nothing more. There is no promise of a service standard that matches the brand.

Take care people. Until next time~

PS: Maybe I should write a book review next time. Started reading this today and I'm already 1/3 through..