You Made Me Sinned

They smiled at you, approached you, convinced you that they were doing a survey and they just needed approximately 10 minutes of your time. Although you were in a hurry, they were still eager and determined, assuring you that you have nothing to lose listening to them.

 

I beg to differ, people. First you will lose your time. Secondly, you will lose your temper, which means you would add in another additional sin of cursing them inside your mind and also under your breath.

 

So, who are 'they' that I am referring to???

 

It all started with my experience last year end. During the month of November. My hectic month, fyi.

I just came back from the library - fatigue was the only appropriate word to describe my condition at the time. After having a late dinner at about 9.30 pm at Bali Bali, I walked back to my apartment. On the journey back home, out of the blue, there were two students of different sexes who were still walking looked at me and approached me. I was like, shit, I am in a hurry. Can't you notice that I am like walking 90km/h now?

 

After stopping me,they told me that they were doing a survey and they needed about 10 minutes of my time. I was like ok, so they needed to do a survey, so I just responded to them. As a student myself, I knew how it felt to be going around looking for candidates to fill out a survey form.

 

But the thing was, they asked me to watch a video. I was like "how long is this video? Because I am in a hury. I just came back from library and I am very, very tired." Still insisting, they assured me that it would not take a long time. I was like, okayyy.

 

Then I watched a video about how this one religion, have spread around the world and were shown with the feedback of the public to this religion, where there were quite a number of people are conforming themselves to this belief. The two students were telling me about 'Heavenly Mother'. Using the logic of their religion's teaching, and their own interpretation of the Bible, they told me that all the creatures in the earth are created with partners, with two sexes. One male, one female. So they told me, how could you believe that there is only one God, male, and there is no female God, whom they deemed as "Heavenly Mother."

 

The reason and the point of this post is not that I am going to degrade their belief, or their determination to preach. I do not care that they want to proceed with their stance in the notion about the existence of Heavenly Mother, but the thing is, when they tried to challenge my belief, I was bothered. I do not like people challenging my belief, despite my insufficient knowledge in the religious doctrines and my infrequent bible reading. 

 

The moment I heard the guy preacher told me "How can you only believe there is only God the Father?" my temper was rising. Then they continued speaking, adding on and on about their religion, and it felt like bullets coming out of their mouth.

Bullet 2: "Actually the Sabbath day is on Saturday, it is not on Sunday."

Bullet 3: "Actually we consume to Holy communion only during the Passover, and not on other Masses."

Bullet 4: "If you look at the Bible verse here, here, here, bla bla bla.. etc..."

 

Hey hey stop there.

 

Putting my best diplomatic and matter-of-factly look, I told them "Actually we also have Masses on Saturday. If you think Sunday is the wrong day, then I just go to Saturday Mass lo." Case closed. No point in arguing with them, because earlier when I asked them "how you can be so sure this is the message in the Bible, that is your interpretation, etc," they would not listen.

 

Then I told them I AM IN A HURRY, I AM VERY BUSY and then I just asked them to give me a youtube link of their video and I would watch it at my own convenient time. And I pretended to be curious in what they were preaching and told them I would ask my church's PRIEST about this.

 

They looked kinda scared at the mentioning of PRIEST so I justified my intention of seeking a priest's opinion because priests are the ones with adequate knowledge about this theological matter, therefore I have to ask the expert's opinion though. *innocent face*

 

And again, I want to state that, I am not degrading their religion or their belief, it is just that the way they preached annoyed me. Unfortunately, they did not bother me only once, but TWICE. Second time was at my home, when I was in a hurry to submit my draft to my supervisor. They were knocking on my gate for a very long time. I was actually hiding in the house, thinking that it was a salesman, but when I finally gave up and opened it, there they were. That same eager but tactless preachers. They, who did not learn Psychology of attracting people to your religion yet eagerly persuading, or more accurately, enforcing people to join them.

 

Well, boys and girls, here's a little advice in preaching.

 

Preach by example, not by mouth.

 

If you're this aggressive, even when you sell me Amway (a brand that I trust and consume) I would not buy it from you.

 

Enough said.

 

 

 

 

Remind Yourself of the Happiness to Forget the Sorrow

Tonight, 

out of the blue,

I discovered videos that Claire had taken using Mr Panasonic,

and as I watched it, 

I felt the fun aura at FM house.

I wanted to watch a funny video.

Tango video. :P

Watched it, laughed, and then clicked on another video.

Then suddenly,

I watched videos of HER.

And guess what.

I didn't expect it but...

That previous senior, sisterly love came back.

Just like that.

Funny.

How many days I spent complaining about what she had done.
Even today...

And yet, the power of the video...
Just like that...

I saw the video of her serenading us with Christmas song.

I wanted to be angry, but the anger...

The fire of anger kinda blown off.

Hard, yet

Easy.

Forgiven? 

Sisters forgive one another,

but still, they advise one another.

In order to make that clear,

I,

Maureen,

hereby will remove my complaint post about her,

so I would not be reminded of it anymore.

Forgive.

But never forget to advise. 

Oh yeah, when is that again? Next sem? :P

The Art of Criticizing

How many of us like to be criticized?

How many of us like to criticize?

I bet the number of those saying 'yes' to the second question would be higher than the former.

Because, as human, it is easier to find fault in others than to admit to others that we are imperfect though we are aware of how imperfect we are.

I am one of those who constantly get criticisms from others, and don't get me wrong, I do appreciate criticism from people, but there are certain types of criticism that I despised.  I admit I like to criticize too, but now I only do it to give positive criticism (a criticism to motivate) and for the negative criticism, I only do it as "counter attack" (meaning, I only do it when people did it to me first *wink2* ).

For me, criticism has two effects on those being criticized, whether it:

a) make you aware of your own imperfection and motivate you to improve myself

or

b) discourage you to do something you like cause the critics make you felt as if you do not deserve to be where you are.

There was once, someone criticized my baking ability (for heaven's sake, I only tried baking once so how can you evaluate my baking skill based on my first try?), saying that I should stick to only cooking and not try baking. I was like OUCH. I mean, I know I am not good in baking but hello~ I made the horrible cupcakes without using the proper baking utensils and I didn't follow the real recipes. So I knew there should be room for improvement. Unless I was using all the utensils and followed the recipes properly, then your criticism might just be appropriate.

So my response to the 'someone' who criticized me was

"The more you are trying to ask me not to do it, the more I want to do it."

And I dislike a criticism which asked me to stop trying something because that just might lead me to have a negative thought on you:

" Are you insecure that if I am motivated and trying to improve myself and finally succeeded,  then you would feel like you're left behind cause you're not a good baker (ahem that hurts right)? Hmm.. *wonder* "

So guys and girls, when you are criticizing, please criticize to improve instead of discourage. If someone did a mistake that they REALIZED, there is no need for you to remind them and make them feel bad about it, or the worst part of it is to ask them stop doing something that they like just because they are not good at it. 

Unless they did not realize it, then your intervention is much appreciated.

It's okay to criticize,

but remember..... do it in a nice way. 

Thank you.

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5 Things I HATE about him, him & him

It's ironic, but people who is easily annoyed is usually the annoying person himself.

=words of lamehood by lameleftygirl - inspired just this morning=

Am I being sarcastic to myself? Maybe. Maybe not.

 I am a person who can tolerate with a lot of people, and I am not proud of this because that means that I am not straightforward enough. Whenever I felt annoyed, I keep it to myself, secretly wishing and praying to God that this annoying person would change somehow. Or at least be more conscious of their behaviour.

But then, this kind of toleration I only applied when I am with girls.

But when it comes to guys, it's a different story. I don't really care, especially if the guy is a stranger.  Sometimes I am blunt when it comes to guys. Ice queen. The way I talk to guys and the way I talk to girls, if you noticed, it's a little different. With girls, my jokes are kinda filtered and lebih lemah lembut (except for when I joke with my sista) but when I joke with guys, I never hesitate to go to the extend of teasing them harshly or becoming more laser.

Maybe I have grudges against guys. Thanks to my high school experience. Truth to be told, I never really have guy friends during my high school except for three to four guy friends. That was why, my mother would tease me with even any little my guy friends that I had (even with some guys whom obviously are not into girls, ya know what I mean) because maybe she would be worried that I will stay single. Well, mama, see, now in university, I have guy friends, but still, I'm single hahah. The theory about the more guy friends you have, the more probability for prospective partner cannot be applied because the more guy friends you have, the more comfortable you are, and you don't look at them in romantic sort but in a family way. It's not in the quality or quantity, mama, it's in the chemistry, biology and most importantly, destiny.

Ok, maybe you will ask, why suddenly this topic? 

Well, I lost the 30 day blogging challenge, but there's one topic from the 30 day list that I think is worth sharing.

Which was 5 things that annoy me from the opposite sex..

It's not hard for me to list down these five things because:

1st, I have bad experience. Really bad experience with guys.

2nd, due to this experience, I guess I've become sexist sometimes. (keyword: SOMETIMES. Now guys, don't you even think of running away from me)

1) I HATE GUYS WHO...

is easily perasan. (how do we call perasan in English by the way?) Usually this kind of guy is so full of himself. "Yeah, I'm the best! I deserve the best girl!" Ptuih. Look at the mirror. This kind of guy, he felt great when pretty girls admire him, but when ugly girl admire him, he felt somewhat disgusted what the heck.

 I kinda had this experience back in high school. If you think I'm ugly now, I was uglier back then. I don't even look like a guy, I looked more like a bapok that time.

It was during my form 1. I was a really quiet person in class. Why? First of all, majority of my classmates speaks Mandarin. Me? Hokkien, English, and broken Mandarin. So instead of embarrassing myself of speaking broken Mandarin, I opted to remain silent in the class.

So there was this guy, who was my classmate for a very long time, he was very popular in this class. Everybody laughed at his jokes. I was one of them. The thing is, just because I laughed at his jokes, people around me thought that I liked him. (-_-") Please la... I was somewhat annoyed, why people would make that assumption about me, why people accused that I liked him when there were many others who laughed at his jokes. WTH! But then, I was a quiet girl, so I just didn't bother about it. But the problem was, from what I'd observed, he was bothered. I knew why. Maybe if I was a more popular, prettier and a smarter girl, he would not really be bothered about it. Instead, he would feel good about himself. But since I'm ugly, I'm unpopular, I'm *insert any cruel adjective inside*, he felt rather embarrassed instead of felt "wow, somebody admired me." He felt... disgusted.

All my high school life, I tried to not cross my path with him. I felt awkward. I wished I could just spill on his face and say "Sorry, you've misunderstood. I never had feelings for you. I just like your jokes and that's all."  But of course, I didn't do it. Instead of hating him (because majority people liked him), I hated myself. I hated myself for causing this misunderstanding.

For five years my high school life was shadowed by this hurtful experience and I didn't add him in facebook until now. So guys, moral of the story: kalau nak perasan ada orang minat kau pun, jangan nak memilih atau memandang rendah kat peminat kau. Cause belum tentu lagi orang tu minat kat KAU! PAHAM! Percuma ja high skul life aku kena ruined gara-gara lelaki perasan camni. HUH!

2) I HATE GUYS WHO...

is judgmental. Just because he's kononnya perfect, he wanted to lecture you on every single thing. *yawn* Like, oh, 'girls should not do this. Girls should not do that.' Yeah, I know, you are just being caring and protective, but why the word 'girls'? So if guys do that same thing, it's okay la? Double standard. Heh! And furthermore, this kind of guy will ask you stupid questions like 'Do you drink?' which means that they wanted to risik-risik whether you have the ciri-ciri isteri idaman. One thing boy, if you REALLY like someone, you would observe it on your own instead of interviewing the girl that you like. Girls like to be noticed, not to be interrogated. And one thing, just because someone drinks, does that make her a bad person? And one more thing, when you really liked or loved someone, why can't you handle some little imperfection about her? You're not all that perfect yourself! Enough said.

3) I HATE GUYS WHO...

is a sweet talker. This kind of guy made you blush, but  at the end of the day, sometimes you felt cheated. The way he acted later wasn't like what you've expected from what he'd shown you before. One word for them "Action speaks louder than words." If you really meant what you say, show it. Don't just make more promises that you cannot keep or keep up with.

4) I HATE GUYS WHO...

is a control freak. My former student, Mary (bukan nama sebenar) has this kind of boyfriend. Tell you what, Mary is just only 14, but her boyfriend wanted to control her every single move. For example, Mary wasn't allowed to hang out with her besties, what the heck. Tell you what, this same boyfriend was caught cheating with Mary's own friend last time. I hope I can influence my former student to dump this kind of guy.

5) I HATE GUYS WHO...

is desperate and horny.  Pleading us to be his girlfriends through the phones? (-_-") But apart all that, I'm still his friend cause he's special case. Not like all that other normal kind of guys mentioned above. HMMPH!

That's all for now. Reminiscing all these hurtful stuff just ruined my early morning. 

But maybe the timing's just right cause I will have to go for confession after this. 

Have a nice Thursday.

He Came, He Looked, and He Asked for Money...

Date: 2nd April 2010
Location: In front of Our Lady of Sorrows Church
Time: Around 7.45 pm or later, after Good Friday service.

The rain was pouring down heavily. Each one of us who just attended the Good Friday service was very hungry. Step, Man Lee, me and several of our juniors were deciding which cafe or restaurant to go to during that rainy day.

"Let's go to Prangin Mall," was the final decision that we made. While waiting for the others to join us, suddenly a man of about 50 year old appeared and talked to us with his fluent English.

"Hello, I am a Catholic too, I just attended the Good Friday service," he started to introduce himself. " I came to Penang to attend this service from my hometown in Perak, and I needed to go back tonight. But the bus fare is RM8, and I only have RM5," he elaborated, while sheltering himself with his right hand. He looked quite in a pitiful state, but that time, I was sceptical, and quite annoyed, because he was using the tactic to create a dilemma in us for being a Christian who just came back from church. It was as if, since we were going to church, we should be good enough to show some sympathy and do some good deeds to him. The hidden premise is that, if we do not help him, what's the use of us going to church then?

"I need some money to go back home, " he continued.

I was thinking, okay, maybe I would help to contribute only RM1 in case if he really needed the cash. But before I could say or do anything, my junior, Joe, took out his RM 10 note and gave it to the man without saying much.

The man, of course, was very happy, and responded with "God bless you!!" and walked away in the downpouring rain.

Most of us were looking at Joe with our wide-eyed expressions.

"Joe~" was the only word that came out from our mouths during our speechless moment.

"Mana tau kalau dia benar-benar perlu duit tu," was his answer. Then we agreed with him.

"Ya, betul, " Man Lee agreed with Joe's decision. It is because, if he really needed the money, we would be committing sins of omissions for not helping him, but if he was lying to us, well, he was the one sinning, and we were not to bear the guilt of not helping him. But still deep down in me, I wouldn't offer that much to the person whom I still doubted, but since Joe was generous and all that, maybe it was okay. God bless him.


FAST FORWARD TO THE FOLLOWING SATURDAY...
Date: 10th April 2010
Location: the hawker stall area at Sunway Hotel, near Our Lady of Sorrows Church
Time: Around 8 pm or later, after Sunset Mass

We were sitting at our usual place before having our dinner. Me, Claire, Natalia, Mike, Deidre and Mike's future girlfriend, ahem, V*v**n, were trying to decide what to eat before we order the food. Suddenly, a man appeared at our table, he somewhat looked kinda familiar to me, and he spoke in English. He was greeting us with some "Hi Christian " thingy and tried to remind us of our responsibility as Christians, or precisely, Catholic. He was asking for money to go back to his hometown, and this rang a bell in me.

No wonder he looked familiar! He was the same guy who asked for money from us when we finish our Good Friday service a week earlier. OMG, and he was still using the same old crappy story to gain our sympathy, but too bad you're busted, fraud~! Checkmate! The same old Why-you-Christian should-help-me crap and talking about how good if he could go back to his hometown now. Gosh, he wasn't creative for a fraud, huh?

I interrupted him and told him that "Weren't you the same guy who asked for money last week? Hadn't you got your money to go back to your hometown already? My junior gave you the money, and it was RM10!" My words were more or less like that, based on my weak memory. The mean gene inside me was pouring out.

He looked at me, then he said something like this "You must be mistaken! I just came here today," he tried to fool me. What did he think I am? A cow?

"No, no, no! I am sure it was you! You told the same story, going back to your home town, you're a Catholic," I said and at the same time he was talking continually to Mike and V*v**n, maybe trying his luck? Lol.. We were not born yesterday, my dear fraud. Before he went away, he said "God bless you!" and I replied "God bless you too," with a goofy smile.

In my heart, I was thinking, "Oh, no Joe... Too bad your good deed was wasted on a fraud like him." But I guess it's the intention that matters, no matter to whom the help was offered to, even for a fraud..


I guess, to be fooled once, is okay, but to be fooled twice, no way. I wouldn't give in to that. I know maybe he really needed the money, but why did he need to lie to get them? By the way, he's healthy, and he could probably get a job, but I guess, with his reputation as a fraud, it was hard for him to get any. To help a parasite is also a sin, at least for me. So, next time, to be fooled by a person once, it's his fault. But to be fooled twice by the same person, it could be your fault.

Moral of the story: Next time, make a deal with people whom you are helping. If he/she wants the money from you, the condition is this: THEY HAVE TO TAKE A PICTURE WITH YOU! HEHE. SEE IF THEY WILL STILL WANT TO FOOL YOU IN THE FUTURE?

Warning: Don't do this to your helpless friend...

[Interframe: I seriously need to focus now, but what i did was just watching Desperate Housewives season 4 and doing the laundry, but wait, Desperate Housewives is an English-speaking series, so they do help my revision, don't they?]

It was during the night of 11th April, and I was walking back from Bali Bali after having a Milo ais and a sesi suap-menyuap Tiramisu birthday cake with my beloved seniors. The time was 8 p.m. I walked and arrived at the Sungai Dua USM bus stop and saw the back of my friend, my only former school mate here in USM, his name is X, and I saw him carrying a really large package, all by himself. I called him from the back, and he finally stopped and replied my greeting.

We had a little chat while walking. He told me he just came back from the PC fair which was going on at Penang International Sports Arena (PISA) and he bought something there. He went there alone, buying all these stuffs. I was impressed, and also kinda feel bad why he went there alone and buy these heavy things because he looked like he really needed some help with carrying the big package, so I forced myself to ask if he needed some help with carrying those item. I mean, I had to force myself that time, and sorry, honestly, I wasn't that sincere in offering the help that time because the thing looked so heavy and I was in a rush to meet my friend who was starving waiting for me, so to do or not to do, I had to follow my instinct to help him- though reluctantly. I am very sorry for being not really sincere that time, because one thing, I don't really like to offer help to guys, unless the guys are my juniors or my younger relatives like Aaron James and Aaron Ezra, and yeah, it's also because I am kinda of a sexist sometimes, but because this friend of mine had a little problem physically, so I could adjust my standard in helping people. Two, I was in a rush, and carrying heavy thing might slow me down. But all ye girls, don't worry, I am really sincere when helping you guys, err, girls.. lol..

So back to the story. I helped my friend to carry the heavy package and I was gasping for air while carrying it because I was walking fast while carrying heavy thing. I could imagine myself looking comical in this situation and I was glad nobody I knew passed-by us and witness this. lol. Then, I got quite annoyed when I found out from X that actually that heavy thing that I helped him to carry was not something he bought for himself, but the heavy printer was a thing his friend asked him to buy. I was like, saying what the heck under my mind or if I were meaner than I already am, I could be cursing wtf under my breath.

I couldn't help but to ask him "Why couldn't your friend buy this printer himself?"
He answered "Oh, he's not free. He wasn't free from 9th April till 10th April."
"Oh, but he's free on 11 right?" I asked.
"He's busy with church activities today. So, I helped him buy the printer."
What the heck? He was busy with church activity so he could go on bullying his friend to buy a heavy printer at PISA all by himself? The moment I heard that, my heart was screaming with these messages to X's so-called friend, Mr WTH..

A message from Mean Maureen to the selfish MR WTH:

"What the heck, church activity? You are busy 'noble' man who are active in church activities and here you contradict yourself by bullying your physically incapable friend to buy a DAMN HEAVY printer alone at PISA? Who the heck do you think you are??? I don't mind if you asked him to buy some printer's ink, or something which can be carried easily, but this, SHAME ON YOU MR BUSY WITH CHURCH ACTIVITY GUY, you took advantage of X who was going to PISA alone to buy you a damn heavy printer?? SHAME ON YOU!!! You better go back to kindy and learn about civic-mindedness or just don't go to church because you're bringing shame to the church you went to!"

Upon reaching X's hostel, he apologized profusely for having to let me carry that damn heavy printer for him.
"I'm really really sorry you have to carry this," he said to me.
"Don't be sorry. You are not supposed to be sorry. It's your friend who's supposed to be sorry..." I said it clearly so that he wouldn't miss the sarcasm I had dedicated to his so-called friend. Then, we bade each other farewell.

After that, I walked to find my friend, who was totally starving, waiting for me. While walking, I thought that I could only help him this time, but how about the other time? In the future? How can he endure with much more sufferings? He could be bullied again and he willl accept those favours asked though beyond his ability, maybe because that's the only way for him to gain friends.

So, for those of you out there, please do not do these things to others, especially your own friend. Friendship is a bond not for you to gain benefits, but friendship is journeying together with another person and share all the pain and joy together, and that's why it's called friendship. It's a ship where you journey with your friend, through good times or bad times. And yeah, you can ask for favour from your friends, but make sure it is something that is not beyond the ability or the convenience of your friend, because if it is, you will sink the ship that you built together with the person whom you are supposed to protect, and not exploit.

Moments That Made Me Wish I Were a Zillionaire..

[Interframe part 1: I typed this post during the 4th of May, when I was still at Penang airport, and only published it today when I finally can connect to the internet. So, just change the present tense to past tense.]

[Interframe part 2: This post was written during an unstable mental condition, please bear with me..] :"

Yes, a zillionaire, not a millionaire or a billionaire, but straight to zillionaire. If there’s something like infinitaire, I would go for that instead. Why? If I were a zillionaire, these stupid #$%(#@$*^# (too indescribable until no foul words can describe it) things won’t happen. There were a lot of unfortunate events where during that moment I experienced it, I wished I were a zillionaire so that these problems that occurred could be solved easily or that it won’t happen in the first place if I were a zillionaire.

Yeah, since I am at the Penang Airport and I am being too free and idle for the moment, I can list out most of the unfortunate events that occurred in my life since I was a small girl. Yeah, since the day I know how hard it is to earn money and how money can make your life easier in this materialistic world, that was the time I knew how to wish to be a rich person so that these money-related problems would not occur or can be solved easily and from that time onwards, I stopped wishing to be a Disney princess or any mock-reality characters.

1) The year was 1998. I was 10 years old. My parents and I were at the company (door-making company) to pay the bill of the doors for our new home. Yes, my parents bought a new house at Jalan Permai (which is my current home now), and there were lots of bills to pay (eg: lighting bill, plaster ceiling bill, tiles bill, etc, etc). I accompanied both my parents to pay for the doors’ bill that time. My father, my mom and I were wearing our most selamba shirts there. The t-shirt I wore was old and had a small hole, my mom were wearing her old shirt, though my father’s shirt were an improvement compared to me and my mom’s shirt, it was not smart and looked old too.

So, the (secretary/receptionist/cashier maybe? Oh whatever, her role isn’t that important, except that she’s the semi-villain here) at the company handed my father the bill needed to be paid by my father. My father was quite surprised because the amount of the bill was RM70 more than the amount that he and the company’s boss negotiated earlier. So he asked the secretary/receptionist/cashier/whatever~ (rolls eyes) why the amount was RM70 more than the amount that he and the boss negotiated earlier, the (whatever) woman said “Oh, the price of the doors have gone up RM10 each. So, since you bought 7 doors, you have to pay RM70 more.” That was a perfect ‘what the crap/heck’ moment but since that time I was innocent (ahem), I just remained silent. My father pleaded to the (whatever) woman so that she would not count the RM70 in since he and the company’s boss had negotiated earlier about the price, but alas, the woman was just a whatever woman, so she had no authority. My father asked permission to speak to the boss, and the (whatever) woman handed my father the phone, so he spoke quite a long time with the boss, pleading. The (whatever) woman interrupted when my father was on the phone with the boss and gave a dissatisfied look (this was the time she began to become the semi-villain).

Then, there was this guy, the whatever woman’s colleague who looked about late 30s or even mid 40s, came and asked the woman “What’s up” and the woman said “These people lor, ” referring to us. And she interrupted my father’s conversation by saying “RM70 only mah, need to make a big deal like this ka?” She gave a dissatisfied look because my father finally convinced the company’s boss to stick with the earlier price. Then the guy (whatever woman’s colleague) eyed us and that moment I wished that me and my family were not wearing crappy old shirts and wore something nicer instead. He gave us a ‘I am better than thou look’, where he looked as us as if we were disgusting creatures, as if we were not worth some respects, as if we did not have any dignity with us. And that moment, I wished that I were someone rich, a zillionaire, so that I would care less if there were RM70 or even RM 700 or RM7000 additional charge, I could just hand them the money or the cheque or whatever things which equals with money, and buy our dignity back.

2) The year was 1999. I started hitching a ride to school. I had to wake up early because it’s not nice to keep other people waiting for you, and when we were on the journey to school, we had to squeeze with other students inside the car. That time, I wished I was a zillionaire so that I could buy a bigger vehicle for the aunty so that we would not squeeze that much.

3) The year was 2004. My parents and I went to KL to round-round. I saw many nice clothes and many nice things. We stayed in Imperial Hotel (there are cockroaches in that hotel, fyi) and the four of us (my father, my mother, my sister and I ) shared a room. It was hard for us to get cheap transportations, so we had to squeeze in the LRT and monorail. Since I was a blur girl, I got lectured most of the time by my eldest sister on how to be alert when using LRT, and how to buy something at the cheaper price. The usual saying would be “We are not rich people, you know?” Rich people, I think. So overrated. They aren’t that great, but that was in my eyes only, at least. That moment, I wish I were a zillionaire so that I my mistakes concerning financial things could be easily forgotten and my family and I could stay at a more comfortable hotel and booked two rooms instead of one.

4) The beginning of the year 2006. I was learning driving. I was a slow learner in driving, so I always cause my driving instructor to be mad at me. He said that teaching me was kind of a wasteful to him since he only charged me RM450 to learn for a long duration. Yes, I was aware that teaching me was cost-effective. (Tell me something I don’t know~) And I cursed, scolded, and cried myself everytime after going back from driving practice because it was hurtful to know that you are not good at something even though you tried hard. I wished I was a zillionaire that time so that I could pay my instructor big money and shut him up, and buy a car for myself to practice.

5) The date was 8 October 2008. I lost my first handphone (Mr Sony the 1^st) and wallet (Milk Teddy brand) in front of the library. No IC, no ATM cards, no handphone, nothing. I felt so lost. If I were a zillionaire, wouldn’t this thing be solved easier? I could buy a new handphone (though not as memorable as MR Sony the 1^st because of the sentimental value)

and made my life easier instead of trying to find which #@$%^ dishonest culprit who took my handphone.

6) The date is right now! I wish I am a zillionaire right now!! The zillion dollar reason is because I am stuck in the airport with my sister because we missed our 6.45 am flight for MAS airline (yes!! MAS airline!! That’s why I am freaking mad now because by using MAS airline instead of Air Asia, it’s more convenient and need not to worry about the luggage like when using Air Asia) and now we had to buy another air tickets (from Air Asia, ya know!!) just to go home because the MAS airline tickets that were sold at the ticket counter were freaking expensive (cost RM800++ perperson).

So, so, arrgh, my feelings are indescribable right now. Freaking Mad, huh~!! We missed our flight because the person in charge to send us to the airport had a car breakdown and we arrived at the airport at 6.40 am. What a heartbreaking moment when the person at the counter said that we were late, and the gate could not be opened because we were LATE, and added that even the gabenor would not be allowed to go in for being LATE, and moreover, our air tickets were in the low price category, and could not be refunded. How unfortunate could two eager-to-go-home girls be? Now we have to become the terminal girls at the moment to wait for our next flight at 5 pm. And crapz, the McDonald here did not provide us with wireless network password because err, they don’t have it, they say. I wished I were a zillionaire this very moment so that I could launch wireless network so that I could online here, or better, so that I could buy my own jet plane and depart whenever I want to. Because there is no a vocabulary named LATE in private jet plane dictionary.

To be a zillion percent honest, there were zillions of times already I wished I were a zillionaire. Maybe 24 hours perday? But those moments were not as significant, so they were not mentioned.

[Interframe part 3: Slumdog Millionaire is the only movie that I could relate to right now…. ]

[Interframe part 4: I am glad I am not born a zillionaire, so that I could not take for granted anything I have now. But isn’t it good if I could make my own zillion and these problems won't occur at the first place?]

[Interframe part 5: I am glad there's some blessings that I received despite missing the flight last Sunday. I get to meet my besties at Kuching.. This blessed happening made my day!! Miss ya guys!! I'm gonna put our pics here once my sister transferred the pic to her lappy.. ;)]

I'm Dissatisfied!! (-__-)

I could not accept this harsh reality. I am not sure if I am cursed or not, but I cannot tolerate this happening anymore. My handphone is spoiled/ rosak(Malay) /ruseq (Melanau)/ huai le (Mandarin)/ pai liao(Hokkien) and in foul language, it is %#!#*%$@~!!! This feeling is indescribable yeah. I know, my reaction should not be this extreme since I could survived my first 20 years on earth without my own handphone, but now (since the day I started tertiary studies) I could not survive without handphone anymore. I mean, there are a lot of precious messages inside that handphone which could not be replaced. There are a lot of phone numbers that I could not remember using my own memory but Mr Sony the 2nd (yeah, that's the name of my handphone, fyi) could help me remember them even with his limited brain size (512 MB, fyi).

Well, it's not like I am some businesswoman who's on the phone 24/7 or that I am a social butterfly who got 20 messages perhour, but handphone has its own special role in my life.
These are the ways I used my handphone to make my life complete.

1) I had a hard time remembering new people's name. So, I use my handphone to keep track of people's names. When I forgot somebody's name (people whom I met before, but had not gotten their numbers), I will say to that person "Urm, I haven't got your number, so mind if you give me your number.. (purposely did not mention the person's name cause afraid later that person will know that actually, I already forgot her/his name) and I do not know how to spell your name (of course, since I don't remember, hehe) so can you spell it for me? (handing my handphone to her/him.) " After she/he finished adding her name and phone number to my handphone, then I will take a look at the name. "Ah, so this is how to spell your name, Anonima (example only).."

2) I can pretend to be busy during my idle time, especially during a gathering. Yes, this is truly important. I am always idle during most of the gatherings, especially a gathering where my parents made me go reluctantly. During this kind of gathering, my parents who were always the 2nd last person to leave the venue of the gathering place (maybe too many stories to be shared), would had a nice time chatting with their friends, while me (the social caterpillar in this kind of gathering) will be left at the corner doing (only God and me know what) with my handphone and deleting some previous messages (instead of smsing, too thrifty to be true). And during this kind of gathering, some of you who's lucky enough to send me message during this time of the day, the reply to your message will come faster than you say "Supersonic", though I am a slow smser.. If my handphone could not function anymore, I would have to busy myself with something else like eating or trying to interrupt my parents and her friends' conversation (which is kind of rude, I think) , so let's just settle for eating. Huhu~

3) My handphone is my alarm clock. So without my handphone, it would be hard for me to wake up on time. (At least, now I can blame it on Mr Sony if I am late to attend any important events.)

4.) My handphone is my camera. If I see anything interesting out of the blue and want to capture it, Mr Sony is there to the rescue. But now, haiz.. You're in ICU, Mr Sony..

5) My handphone shows my taste in choosing something. (Ahem..) I know this might be a bit shallow but the way we choose our thing, it just shows our taste, right? And Mr Sony is worth showing off, though it might not be the best looking boyfriend, ei, handphone. Got carried away..


So, please wake up Mr Sony. Remember, you are needed urgently!!!

[Interframe: Mr Sony is just a new handphone, age 6 months = one semester. --> Maybe should name it Baby Sony instead. So, suggestion to buy a new handphone is automatically denied since it's still in warranty. Furthermore, there are a lot of precious memories inside Mr Sony the 2nd that makes him ,as Beyonce sang it, irreplacable. ]

While waiting for the Masquerade Pics..

Ok, so I'm not going to blog about my party last night today because I had not take the photos from my sister, and I can only upload the pictures when I am in the library. So for today, I have something else to talk about. I did not attend the morning Mass, because we came back quite late to the hostel, around 1 am something in the morning.. [yawn~] So me and my seniors went to the evening Mass today at St Francis Xavier Church. I love going to St Francis Xavier Church compared to the Our Lady of Sorrows church because of the better choice of hymns by the choir and also the feelings that I felt while in the church. There are more churchy feeling here compared to OLS Church.

So, as usual, after completing the Sunday Mass service, we went to dine at Prangin Mall. Today was different because my sister did not join us. She was ill, so I joined my seniors, which consist of Angel, Xiao Yen and Stephanie (my peer in age). Well, after finishing our dinner, we went to the bus station and we took the rapid bus (oh yeah). And oh, the service was good, but the other annoying thing was that, there were three annoying passengers inside the bus, which consists of three guys. Among the three guys, there was this particular guy who was the cheekiest and ugliest being that I'd ever seen(I am not exaggerating). He was like, purposely leaned near me and my senior when we stood inside the bus. So, to escape from being the free victim of this cheeky monkey, we adjusted our position to the other pole and bubbye leany monkey. So, there was this particular young girl who reached her destination, and she kind of passed in front of the cheeky monkey. The cheeky monkey, could not control himself, kept asking the girl, "Amoi, nak pergi mana nih?" and at the same time his hand was like touching the side of her waist. He kept repeating the question while the other hand touching the side of her waist. Wa lao eh~!!! I was quite shocked that time. How come he molested (I consider this molesting!!) the girl in front of us all?? Biadab bedebah bedeboi dan semua yang sewaktu dengannya!!!!! He thought he could do anything just because he's not local?? He thought he could get away with anything just because he's not local and if he's being reported, he would just simply say we locals are prejudice of people from his country... @#%&*!!!!

Okay, but after that, there were some intervention from the bus's atmosphere. We smelt something funny. Somebody let go the gas. In silence, but with odour. Haha. Ambik kau!! Maybe somebody kentut for you, cheeky monkey, but unfortunately, the other passengers, like muah, was suffering along but we could bear with the smell. At least a personal satisfaction from us towards the cheeky monkey, because he had to use his gatai hand to cover his nose instead of simply touching other people's sensitive places. Muahahahaha!!!

But that was not enough. Somebody as cheeky as him deserved to be punished in a more critical way rather than just a smelling a simple smelly gas. Ada lori, ada bas, ada hari, ada balas!! Haih, why ah, if use Milan, got something wrong with the bus's service, and with Rapid, got something wrong with the other passenger. Waiya!! Next time, there should be a sensor for Cheekimeter before anyone passenger can go inside the bus. This is for the safety of the humanity, especially for the females.

Okay, so ladies, I guess, from my story here, I found a tip to escape being the victim of cheeky monkey @ cheap molestor while using a public transport. Kentutlah sepuasnya, and then they (the cheeky passengers) will keep their distance from you. ;)

I'm Mad at Milan (the bus ya, not the place) !!

After shopping for interview items and attending the Mass at OLS Church, we were in a really good mood, until......

I'm sooo extremely and totally mad at Milan bus!!!!

Ya know why, and what? They DARED to charged us RM1.50 per person for our journey from Komtar to Sungai Dua.
Such a crappy money-cheater and liar!!

(-_-)

For those who lived and stayed in Penang, as we all know, the standard price for Milan bus for that journey is RM1.00 - and probably not RM1.50!!!
It's illogical that when we paid RM1 for our journey from Sungai Dua to Komtar, and being charged at a different rate for the same journey length to return to Sungai Dua at the very same day...

And what was their so-called rational for charging us at this rate?

Quoted from Mad Money-Cheater bus driver:
"Rapid bus also charged RM1.50, so we also charge RM1.50 lah!!"

What a joke!!
That was the most foolish statement of the YEAR, and undoubtedly of the century.

"Wahai pak drebar bas Milan, sedar dirilah mak oii!!! Nama saja sedap - Milan!!
Tapi servis tu hampeh betoi!!! "

Why do they even have the nerve to compare their service with Rapid Bus's service?

First of all, the 5727 Milan bus just now is not air-conditioned.
And all the Rapid buses are air-conditioned.

Secondly, every Milan bus does not issue a ticket. So, we never know where the money we paid gone to. In the pocket of the bus driver or the Milan bus company?
Rapid bus, on the other hand, issues every passenger the bus tickets, thus the probability for the driver to be dishonest about the money is like, zero percent.

Thirdly, Milan bus takes a long time to reach the destination.
They waited at the bus station until the space inside the bus is full, then after that they are satisfied to leave the station for our destination.
Rapid bus, on the other hand, is fast, as fast as the name. They just stayed for a little while at the bus station, then they move to reach your destination as rapidly as can be.

And Milan buses are usually very smelly.. (Nauseating)

Hmmphh!!!

They (Mad Milan bus) think they can easily cheat our money because we are students ka?
Don't they realize that students are always the most rebellious among the citizens' group?

Wait ya, wait ya...

One day, 5727 Milan bus is gonna lose one of its tyres!!

Muahahahahaha!!!