Tak faham

Things that I don't understand/kinda piss me off:

-People who don't use the bell at the gate/door. Calling me and telling me "I'm here but the gate is closed!" is kinda retarded cause the bell is there for a purpose. I'm not the bloody receptionist.

-People who call me during working hours and start talking about nonsensical things like the Zouk raid, clubbing nights, baby diapers etc. I. AM. AT. WORK.

-People who send me a proposal in a form of a forwarded email with no explanations whatsoever 0_0

-The toilet paper is hidden in the admin's office because someone is supposedly stealing the toilet rolls. What, what, what!

P/S Project 365 is now over here for 10 dollah.

Mondays are a fucking nazi

Ways to piss me off on a Monday morning:

-calling me before 11am. wtf is so important that you have to bug me so early in the bloody morning. please don't call me unless you're about to die and you're putting me in your will to inherit gazilians of euros.

-talking to me before 11am. don't ask me anything stupid, communication is unnecessary in ungodly early hours of the first day of the week. don't tell me things i don't care about either. see my face? it says 'i will eat you up if u talk to me. go away.'

-downright unprofessional people who back out on agreements after we have arranged everything from our side to accommodate your event. off with your head!

-discovering there's no toilet paper in the washroom. seriously what the fuck is this man.

GRRR!

1U really sucked tonight. Hyperactive kids were running up and down the escalators and I was somehow a kid magnet cause they kept on fucking touching and holding onto my fucking hand. Like WTF, what is up with parents nowadays, don't they teach their kids some manners.

Anyway, I was there to have dinner at Delicious, cause a friend was already waiting at 1U and Delicious is the only place that has comfy couches and an area to smoke. We were not only greeted by a sour-faced waitress, her command of English was also so bad it made orders and inquiries very difficult. The chicken salad was tasteless and it took them more than 20 minutes to make my coffee -_- If anything, bad service can really piss me off in no time, so I asked for a comment form. Bitch waitress only started being nice when I did that, and man should she be glad that I didn't complain to the manager - only cause my friend didn't want any 'drama', as he puts it. Look, it's not drama. Drama is throwing a tantrum when I don't get my iced water. Drama is not when I want to complain cause the overall service and dining experience is just plain fucked up, especially when I'm paying good money and fucking service tax.

Then after dinner I headed to Cotton On for a pair of cheap shorts, which were selling for RM49. When I took them to the counter, the cashier said the price was RM69, so I asked why cause there's a big bloody tag there that says RM49. She kept on insisting that the shorts were 60 plus bucks and that the tag was wrong. God, that was SO annoying, so I just gave up and told her to tell her supervisor that they should remove the tag because it's obviously false information. But then all of a sudden her colleague appeared and told her it was RM49 after all! Fucking bitch didn't even apologize! Look, I'm in fucking fashion retail myself, you don't fucking argue with the customer.
a) When unsure of the price, especially when there's a fucking tag on it that indicates a different price from what you're used to, ask your supervisor or a senior colleague. Do not just stand there and insist that you're right.
b) If the tag was really a mistake, FUCKING APOLOGIZE to your customer because it's your shop's fault for putting a false price tag, thus misleading the customer.
c) If you had been wrong about the price, APOLOGIZE AGAIN. Don't stand there with your sullen face cause you've just wasted 5 minutes of your life being a self-righteous bitch, and then got OWNED cause you were WRONG.

*takes deep breaths*

Ranting on my blog releases the annoyance, heh.

Marahhh

I'm normally pretty friendly unless you have a reason to piss me off. Say, like gossiping about me, talking about my life, the things I do, people I go out with, I date or don't date, and spreading assumptions that you make about my personal life. I do not like that. Next time I see you, I'll tell you straight to your face to shut your trap and quit gossiping about other people, so don't be surprised when I do it, mmkay? Mind your own fucking business. KL's pretty small you know, so I can do the same shit to you and let people know who you really are.

*takes deep breath*

But I don't really like doing shit like that. As opposed to you, when I hang out with my friends, we prefer to talk about other things rather than find satisfaction in fucking other people up. I guess our lives are more interesting, with more topics to talk about, so we don't find it necessary to indulge in immature bullshit that you're doing when you're hanging out with your friends.

Lelaki

Really not interested in guys right now.

Especially because I'm hardly the wild, sexually promiscuous girl people take me as (I guess cause of the tattoos and piercings), I'm quite a romantic at heart. And it's insulting to me for guys to approach me and think you can score a date with me easily.

Also, really not interested in your personal life, I hardly talk about my friends' lives, so I don't understand why people seem so kepoh about mine.

what I do, who I'm with, and all is noneeee of your business.

aku tak suka ini

Style is of course, a subjective thing, and since this is my blog and not yours, don't forget that everything here is of my own subjective opinion so if you don't like it fuckoffplzkthx

I've been told that I can be extremely bitchy at times and I know I get annoyed easily by the most trivial things, like accents, teeth, and people's clothes. Let's rant about the latter today.

Fashion no-nos for me OR, What Pisses Me Off Majorly When I See People Wearing This Hideous Shit:

Wearing leggings and a short top.
does.not.look.good. okay?! Your ass will never look good in leggings, unless you're a Victoria's Secret angel. Even then there's something repulsive about it cause everything from your ass crack to your crotch is visible, kinda. DNW!


I can still forgive guys who wear cargo pants but girls?! Lay your hands off them fugly things please. There's only a tiny weeny group of girls/women who can wear cargo pants, like trailer park inhabitants, or homeless European anarchy supporters who run around cities like Berlin with 8 mongrels, sitting in subway stations asking people for small change. For the average person, these pants are a huge no-no. The military look was never in, mmkay?


Capris. No one under the age of 50 should wear capri pants. You're only allowed to own them if you're an elegant grandmother sipping tea in her garden somewhere in Florida Keys. You're not one? Thought so.

more to come, folks! stay tuned for more bitchin.

Baju baju

Sometimes I really wonder who does the buying for some shops. The choices are damn limited and the designs are so horribly boring that my creative juices slowly get sucked dry by just looking at them. I'm not gonna waste a cent in your shop if you can't offer me anything other than clothes that look like they're only fit for middle-aged housewives who stay at home all day.

One advice: be young at heart, go out more and look at what the current trends are. Go to clubs or hang out joints in Changkat or whatever, you'll see enough fashionable people to inspire you on what to get for your store.

Can't.stand.boring.shit.

Kebodohon tahap dewa

You go around demonstrating with cow heads when you think there shouldn't be a Hindu temple in your neighborhood -

You go around bombing churches when you think BM-speaking Christians shouldn't use the word 'Allah' -

Then you preach about 1Malaysia?

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

Situasi di bandar

Have you ever noticed and wondered why some Chinese guys have this one really really long nail? The salesperson serving me at the Canon shop had a super long nail and I wanted to ask but I forgot..

I can't stand crowded places. I used to be able to but now I just get a motherfucking headache and I become so cranky when I'm out shopping and there are tons and tons of people around. Like fucking IKEA on weekends with all these families. I swear they see going to IKEA as a fucking family outing cause they never buy anything, just look at things sit on beds, block the fucking way with their baby prams and 5 other kids plus grandparents. Then they camp outside taking up the table for the smokers cause it's 'dinner time' for them - highlight of their fucking week!

Leave the screaming babies and kids and old people at home and make IKEA a more peaceful place plzkthx.

Burn the magazines

Maybe it's because I grew up where women were the ones who laid the foundation, who were the strong ones holding the family up, mentally and physically, that I have a different notion of how I should be, of what a lady is, as opposed to the existing notion of the patriarchal society we still have in Asian countries. Of course I had aunts who told me, "Don't do that, that's not ladylike. Girls don't climb trees, they don't make noise." I had my mother's friends telling me to join beauty pageants so I can become 'famous', as if that's the only thing that matters in a girl's life. My grandmother loved me and spoiled me too much to ever restrict me in anything, even though she grew up during the days where your father was the one who determined whom you got married to, love as a reason never existed, what more considered?

Once I had to answer a question which required me to name the role models in my life, and it was easy. I didn't have to think of a celebrity (and I never will), no Madonnas or Angelina Jolies for me - I just named the two most important women in my life: my grandmother and my mother, who were, I think, unknowingly, the feminists of their generations. They were the first ones who told me about the sexism that exists out there, they taught me how to fight the traditional view of 'a woman's duty is to be a housewife' (yes it's their fault that I can't cook or do chores, haha), and, most of all, they were the ones who warned me to never sell my feminine body for monetary or career gain. Never ever flirt with a man so you can get that business deal, never use your God given charms to climb up the corporate ladder, because what you're doing would encourage their chauvinistic belief that has already been rooted for centuries, that doing so would just give men a reason to treat women like cheap whores.

My mother is also a strong believer of natural beauty (maybe too much of a believer, sometimes), and for that I am grateful, because I know people whose mothers constantly ridicule them about their weight, or their appearance. Of course I'm still very insecure about myself (even though I don't look it), but this stems from all the magazines and tv shows that say we must always be immaculate, women must always be bombshells, and we, like headless chickens, run around worrying about how we're not wanted and how miserable we'll be if we don't look like Megan Fox. I run around make-up-less 90% of the time, I'm almost always in shorts and flipflops, I airdry my hair and brush it like, twice a day. Sometimes I feel too plain, too much of an outcast because I'm completely different from all these KL girls in their high heels and five inch make up (but then again, take those cosmetics off and what do you get? a SURPRISE.). Thing is, I'm more comfortable being me than some high maintainence chick, and I feel happier knowing that people like me for who I am rather than for my (artifical and temporary) looks.

I think, despite this country having gained independence from western imperialism, a lot of Malaysians are still being colonized, albeit mentally. We adhere to western beauty ideals, we speak with accents and endlessly boast about being educated overseas, we proudly announce the fact that we can't speak the local language, we even go through fucking physical pain just to fulfill the white man's beauty 'standards', like having double eyelid operations or elongating your legs (which involves breaking your bones and spending months immobilized). HELLO? Crazy much? I think you should spend the money on getting braces instead, or getting a fucking education that would make you less bimbotic and more aware of serious social issues, and less concerned about how chinky your eyes are.

Embrace yourself, you're fucking Asian. You're not white, and it's not a crime.

Amen.

tak nak pergi Tangs!

I'm horribly disappointed in TANGS. ANGRY AND DISAPPOINTED. I've always enjoyed going there because they have different international brands and that cutesy knick knack section at the entrance, but only cause before this I've never needed any help from their staff. Usually I'd just go in, browse around, grab what I want and pay. But after last Saturday's experince, TANGS is the LAST place I'll go to in Pavilion. Their customer service is so fucking horrible you'd think you're at fucking KFC or something. KY & I were looking for a suitable pair of jeans in his size and the staff there just stood one foot away from us and talked to each other as if they were lepak-ing at the fucking mamak. If I'm not mistaken, one of them asked KY, 'Nak cari size eh?' (or something like that) and when he answered in the affirmative, they just continued chatting away! Not to mention the tons of walking-aways they did (it must be their one and only expertise) when we asked them for other things like different belt sizes, where the fuck the jeans were that we wanted, etc. Oh, and they almost didn't let us use the fucking vouchers that TANGS themselves gave to KY.

Oh and don't ever buy any of the knick knacks that they have there cause I saw the same shit on Petaling Street the next day in those wholesale shops for much much much less -_-

Fucking TANGS.

Manusia tapi bukan bebas

I've never believed in gender restriction. I was born and raised as a Catholic, some of my family members are strictly religious and homophobic but I've never cared about people being gay or straight or whatever. Who the fuck are we to determine what's right and what's wrong when it comes to people loving each other? If a guy loves a guy so what? And who the fuck are we to say that it's wrong to undergo a sex change operation when that person feels(knows) that he or she is born with the wrong sexual organs? Why do we care so much about Fatine, the Malaysian transsexual who married a Brit, and waste so much time demonizing her? Who the fuck do people think they are when they're accusing her of shaming our country? You know what's shameful? Those who actually disrespect basic human rights, disrespect democracy, disrespect freedom of choice. Why don't you waste your time and energy being angry at some of our politicians instead? Our country is full of corrupted, racist sexist, and hypocritical men in power but you don't give a shit about that! Instead you give a shit about a person who is finally happy after years of being in the wrong body, and has finally found someone who loves her for who she is.

I don't FUCKING GET IT.

Please join this facebook group to support Ian and Fatine's relationship, which to me also means supporting transgenderism and basic human rights. There's also a good article on The Nut Graph about Fatine's plight if you're clueless about it.

Servis yang macam kura kura

I'm not a very patient person. When I go somewhere to eat or drink, I expect my order to come within 10 minutes -except food of course, that's gonna take longer-, especially when it's something really really simple. Places at which I had to wait more than half an hour for drinks,hell, you can bet that I'd never waste my money there again.

Prime examples:

1) The Library at Cineleisure (or its fancy ass name now: e @ the Curve,watever)
It took them 20 minutes to bring my friends' Hoegaarden. It took them 20 minutes to tell me that I can't have my tea (I was sickly okay) cause 'the machine is not here yet' (LOL you only need hot water and a tea bag to make tea, idiots). Their ugly waiters and waitresses also don't understand English, thus making ordering a pain in the ass. WTF-ness to the MAX.

2) Finnegan's pub at Jaya One.
My friends only got their Kilkenny after waiting for 30 minutes. After 40 minutes, the waiter came and told me that I can't get my vodkalime because they ran out of vodka. Yeah, I bet you were searching for your vodka the whole damn time, that's why it took you so fucking long to tell me I can't have my drink. The waiter then suggested I try their 'special cocktail, veryyy naiss.' I said no and ordered a whiskey coke instead. What did the idiot bring me? That fucking cocktail. When I refused to drink it because I didn't order it, he had the nerve to force me to accept the fucking cocktail because 'the order is already made, the cashier can't undo it.' I felt like throwing his fucking cocktail in his fucking face la wtf. I only got my fucking whiskey coke (which I had to pay for anyway after all the mess above) after I demanded to see the OWNER (because according to the waiter, there's no supervisor or manager there!!)

3) Pappa Rich in Kota Damansara
This place is so fucking stupid and slow, I'm never going back there for lunch, I'd rather starve! It took them 40 minutes, 3 waiters and 1 manager to get me my iced water. I kid you not. I spoke to 3 fucking waiters, asked them where my water is, they just nodded and hung around the fucking restaurant. I had to ask for the fucking MANAGER to get my fucking ICED WATER. It's not fucking rocket science you know, it's just fucking plain water with ice cubes in it!!

Kamu lebih binatang dari binatang yg benar

Do you know the pet shop in 1u's new wing? Did you know they're selling a raccoon and 3 prairie dogs? HOW FUCKING SICK IS THAT?!

How can you keep those animals as pets? They're meant to be in the frigging wild! Even if you really,really want to domesticate a raccoon, there are so many problems you're gonna face: a)which fucking vet in Malaysia would know how to treat a raccoon if it's sick? how do you know if the raccoon is healthy when you've bought it? for all you know it might have rabies! b)you have to be aware of the raccoon's habitat. It likes to dig around, and it needs a LOT of space, not just a fucking rabbit cage. And that stupid pet store has absolutely no fucking space for the raccoon to run around cause it's already so huge, and the glass vitrine is damn small! Same goes to prairie dogs, they need a LOT of time and attention, and they're can be very aggressive if they're not used to you, I mean, they're frigging wild animals, for goodness sakes! Their natural instinct is to burrow, and they can't do that in a fucking cage!

Is there anywhere we can complain about this? Like WWF or something?? Fucking shit pet shop!

I don't have pictures but it's in the basement, where the eateries are in the new wing.

THIS MAKES ME SO FUCKING MAD!

Tu mulut jaga sikit!

I don't know why people think it's their fucking God-given right to comment every time I gain or lose weight. Sure it's nice to hear people notice the weight loss, but the way they say, 'You look much better now!' it's like, great so I looked ugly before? Seriously, I was in a much happier state before this whole weight loss thingamajig, so I don't really give a flying fuck if I look better or not, cause I'm not happy, okay?! Also, I know I'm not fucking thin like the rest of the chinks here, I know I have a belly from all the alcohol and fast food consumption, but is it any of your fucking business? I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO. The way you assume I want to hear what you think about my body is just plain fucking idiotic and rude. Fuck I should just comment on your fucking ugly teeth the next time, how it's all crooked and growing all over the place like fucking shit on sticks, how I fucking HATE ugly teeth, do I fucking tell you that? Do I fucking tell you that you should invest in braces cause your teeth are GROSS? Do I tell you that you have a BUTT UGLY face? The face that people only remember cause it's so unbelievably ugly? Do I tell you you have a fucking pizza face with all those pimples and acne? Do I tell you that you have a reputation of a whore? No I don't. Because I am polite like that. I don't go up to people and start commenting on their physical or characteristic attributes.

I can be a bitch sometimes but I'll only be one when I have a valid reason to do so. Like when people fucking piss me off. Consider this a fucking warning cause one day I might not be as patient anymore, and I might just start pointing out your imperfections just like you do mine.

Perasan!

So I was talking to this white dude outside a club, mostly about work, and when I wanted to go back in he says, 'Since we've been spending enough time talking and getting to know each other, why don't you just give me a kiss?'

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Look, I'm just being friendly, we're talking about normal shit, I wasn't even flirting or hinting at any sexua activities, and you think I WOULD WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH YOU? Are you FUCKING kidding me? There are men in this world who are so full of themselves that they think every girl out there who talks to you automatically would want to eat your face? HELL TO THE FUCKING NO. And there are white men in KL who think just cause they're white they're like super damn hot? Fuck you, you didn't even buy me a drink. Plus you're ugly, you piece of shit.

Tipu!

Dear Garden Cafe in 1U,

Why the fuck do you call yourself 'Garden Cafe' when I can't smoke in it? Fine, the whole 'indoor nature' bullshit crap idea - I get that, but hello, at least prepare a corner where people can puff their lungs away! Because that's what you do outdoors, in a fucking real garden, you can fucking smoke. I really wanted to give you a try the other day, but as soon as I received a negative on smoking, I headed to my most favorite place in 1U to eat - Delicious. At least they have real outdoor seats. Not some tacky, fake-leafed-place. BAH.

Best,
Me

Sakit

I hate being sick. I hate getting fever in the middle of the night. I hate waking up with a fucking headache that hurts so much it's like suicide bombers just crashed in it or something. I hate looking shittier than usual. I hate using so many tissues my nose is actually peeling off. Most of all I hate being alone when I'm sick, half a globe away from my big bed in my parents' house, where I can snuggle under warm comforters and watch teevee and be pampered by my mom who's always extra concerned about me when I'm sick. I miss the hot tea's and breakfast/lunch in bed, the excuse for getting anything I want.

I HATE BEING AN ADULT

/manja mode

Hari jadi yang tak jadi

This year, I was supposed to celebrate my birthday in a hotel in Cherating, pampered with massages and all that jazz. Well shit happened and I was like, cool, then I'll just celebrate it with my friends and get so smashed (or see other people get drunk, like last year) and wake up with a fucking hangover and we could talk about it for days.

But now, I'm most probably gonna celebrate it in Penang, cause of work. I have to go over for an event, and it's on my birthday weekend. And the only people I know there are my manager and B. of Redbull. So fucking great, right. I'm gonna be fucking sad on my birthday.

Kaum lelaki, sila baca

I think KL seriously lacks gentlemen somehow. They don't even know the basic rules of behavior when you're out with girls.

Example a
I post on fb that I wanna go out for drinks, a guy comments, asking to belanja him. Hello?! Do not ever ask a girl to buy you a drink. That's fucking damn unclassy. It's a bloody fucking turnoff lah okay, like you have a pepet instead of a penis. I'm not your fucking sugarmommy, bitch.

Example b
A guy asks me out. I'm like okay sure. When the bill arrives, he takes my money. Wah fucker you asked me out and now you don't even refuse my dollar bills? Like hello if I don't go out with you also I won't die lah okay, you ungrateful little turd. At least pretend to say, 'Hey it's okay, this is on me,' or something. Because I'm nice like that I will always insist on paying for my share. I have yet to meet a guy who has totally refused me paying. *thinks* hmm wait I have..but he's not in KL.

Go learn how to treat a woman, you hos.