What I Like And Hate About Chinese New Year

I think it is the weather. If only I had an air conditioned bubble surrounding me where ever I go during Chinese New Year, I’d probably enjoy it a whole lot more. 

Let’s start off with what I love about chinese new year:

1. I actually love reunion dinners the most.
2. Having Yee Sang and tossing it while muttering auspicious sayings for my own benefit (damn selfish right..haha).
3. The first day of Chinese New Year where it really feels like chinese new year. The festive mood dwindles down after the first day.
4. Counting angpows and breaking last year’s record. Very generous haul this year, even I am surprised!
5. Winning while gambling.
6. Cooing over new nephews, nieces and cousins young enough to be my anak luar nikah (malay translation: child out of wedlock)
7. Long yuk ftw!
8. Mandarin oranges, I think I have reached saturation point. I bought RM34 worth of mandarin oranges in two big plastic bags and ate and ate and ate in my room back in Kedah and I have not actively pursued one since. I just *might* be growing out of it.
9. The red confetti of a disintegrated fire cracker.
10. Being able to tell people that I’m graduating in July. I even don’t mind the “So I’ll be your first patient!” jokes. Just a bit worried about how many first patients I now have.
11. Having a little heart to heart or having a good laugh with relatives I hardly get to meet, realizing we can actually go more than small talk. Hey Michelle, Hey Fiona! 🙂
12. Wearing new clothes.
13. Once upon a time….fire crackers and sparklers.
14.  The lack of jam in Subang Jaya during the festive season. But soon, this will be THE hometown as our parents are gonna be grandparents soon and we will be moving out of this congested suburbia.
15. CHAI CHOI!!!
16. Yeo’s packet drinks.
17.  Beautiful angpow packets.

 

What I Hate About CNY:
1. Not having yee sang for reunion dinners.
2. Having reunion dinners at home with takeaway meals. I had KFC one year, still feeling rather sad about it.
3. Being called fat by relatives. I have SO much to say about this. I read Mel’s tweet on CNY eve about how her relatives can’t keep their comments to themselves about her being a little more meaty. So I suggested that we keep a tally about how many weight comments we get during CNY via twitter under the hashtag #cnyfatcomments. Also unhappy about weight comments, Kok Keith decided to join us.

Here’s our report:

CNY eve:

Mel: What business of everyone is it anyway if I’m fat or thin as long as I’m healthy?! Keep ya comments to yaself! *roar* 

me: @meowdee Let’s keep a tally how many fat comments we get tmr! Read yer tweets! 

Kokkeith: I also got my first! 🙁 RT @jayelleenelial: @meowdee Let’s keep a tally how many fat comments we get tmr! Read yer tweets!

me: @kokkeith : 1 @jayelleenelial: 2 @meowdee: 0 #cnyfatcomments

CNY Day 1:

me: @kokkeith : 1 @jayelleenelial: 3 @meowdee: 0 #cnyfatcomments complete with hand gestures..fml*
 

Mel: @jayelleenelial @kokkeith Hahaha OMG Jo kesian! Mine is still at 1, but I’m only at my grandaunt’s. #cnyfatcomments

Kokkeith: Kena gang bang by all my aunts. 1 even said she wants to pinch my cheeks! Zomg! @kokkeith : 6 @jayelleenelial: 3 @meowdee: 0 #cnyfatcomments

CNY Day 2:

me: Uncle predicted i put on at least 1 kilo. Mel still so lucky ah? @kokkeith : 6 @jayelleenelial: 4 @meowdee: 0 #cnyfatcomments

Mel: @jayelleenelial @kokkeith O boy 🙁 sorry guys. Think mine’s still at 1. #cnyfatcomments

me: Twice from the same uncle! Fuckanathan!! @kokkeith : 6 @jayelleenelial: 5 @meowdee: 1 #cnyfatcomments

Kokkeith: @jayelleenelial @meowdee I’m still at 6, they might be saying I’m fatter but its in hokkien so I just nod & smile. #cnyfatcomments

Throughout the entire duration of fat comments, I’ve had aunties who squeezed the fattest part of my arm, an old grand uncle whom we all thought can’t remember me coz he’s quite weak now, could mumble something that I can’t comprehend but it was accompanied with sign language with two hands firstly close to each other followed by the two hands moving further apart. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what he meant. Then one uncle who sized me up with his good eye saying and in his most tactful and polite voice, “At least 1 kilo more than last year la you.” Then shot me again with round 2 after I was wiping my sweat complaining about the heat, “Especially people like you who are a bit heavier, you’ll sweat more in this weather”.

All the comments were more bearable by being able to update @kokkeith and @meowdee about my latest score.

4. Having to travel from house to house. I had FIVE houses to go to on Day 1 and when I came home, I slept on the living room floor.
5. How angpows don’t mean as much to me now. I was once excited about receiving Rm2 and Rm5 notes as I got to keep those and the bigger RM10 notes were to be given to my mum to be put into the bank for me. Now ang pow money is like loose change that never enters the bank. 🙁 Too paltry an amount, saves me time to just use it as part of my living expenses still the next time I need to withdraw money. 
6. Not knowing which of my new clothes to wear coz I got side tracked to pick out uni clothes/cocktail dresses instead of pretty summer dresses which are suitable to look trendy yet modest enough to not shock the older folks.
7. Tong tong chang music. I hate the ones that are sung by modern singers thinking it is cool to give a little remix to an old chinese new year tune. I like authentic ones, but I would most prefer the sound of the instruments played during a lion dance. 
8. My mouth working faster than my brain. I wish I could turn back time and un-say a few things to some relatives. 🙁
9. Getting pineapple tart crumbs stuck between my teeth. 
10. Losing RM40 one short during a game of In Between.
11. Not that I hate, but I’m not too keen when I have to attend a big open house. The host is far too busy and we have to make new friends instead of bonding with old friends.
12.  The smell of rotten mandarin oranges.
13. Having to endure the infamous chinese new year weather. This year is particularly worse. It’s humid as well!
14. The mere thought of having a stretch of houses to visit. (but it’s not so bad once the conversation flows)
15. Having to go back early to school without being able to absorb all of the chinese new year. 🙁

I think that’s about it.

Fashion-Truth Died And Reincarnated

I think I spent the better half of the night refreshing this new awesome blog for updates. It’s going to be really really fun if more people start contributing to it!

If you are a blogshop owner or a person who loves online shopping and have really ‘puke blood’ situations when it comes to transactions…

Slap Me Why Don’t You -The Place To Bitch Slap Those Idiots Without Them Knowing It.

I love it so much! Whoever who came up with it is a genius. Total anonymity. And with the tiny “Slap Seller” or “Slap Buyer” buttons akin to your Facebook Like buttons, it allows the readers to judge for themselves if the contributor was overreacting or are sided with.

Got to thank a certain Wen Chean on my twitter list for tweeting about it!

I’ve Had Enough

I’ve been known to kick up a fuss when anybody crosses my path for as long as I can remember. Especially when these people who piss me off are no better than me, I refuse to take shit from them. 

It was only in university that I started taking actions against people who are supposed to provide me with good customer service. I do not like to be given attitude when I am clearly a paying customer. This is not about some stupid disrupted telco service. If you’re smart enough to decipher this then good lah. I used to war with the security guards at uni because they would not let me into the old campus for wearing short skirts (it was about 1 cm (I’m not exaggerating) above my knees) or when I wore a sleeveless top (when traditional costumes without sleeves are totally allowed. I wasn’t even wearing a racer back.). 

 Just like everyone else, I hate to be spoken rudely to. I might not like it, but I can understand if you’re going through a rough patch, if you’ve had a bad day or if your house got burned down, your dad passed away and your contract with your company ended all on the same day. True story. 🙁 Damn kesian.

If you want to tell me off, use a nicer tone. Explain the situation to me as politely as you can. You would like that to, right?

 But this is beginning to take place on a weekly basis. 

If this person is paying me money or is a mentor of some sort to me, you know someone with ACTUAL authoritative power over me, I’M TOTALLY OKAY about taking your shit. Even if the person is paying me money, I might get very very angry if I’m getting shit from that person (like how some customers make me so pissed I could tear my stickers into smithereens). But teachers and lecturers who tell me off, I accept. Because it is my responsibility to be a student. But this is not about me being a student. Please take note.

I’m not okay with people who are disillusioned about their status within an organization and thus dare to raise their voices at people who are not even under them. Heck, people who will never be under them! Most of the time, I do things according to the rules laid out for me and this time I was acting upon instructions given to me, and yet I get blasted again. Just like last week. Just like the week before.

I’m up to my eyeballs in bullshit. I am trying as best as I can to function in the role given to me (at least the very basics, anything more than that is NOT under YOUR jurisdiction.) and yet every time I come to you because I NEED to, I have to suck it in and just smile and lower my voice to a polite whimper when you talk to me like I’m a kindergarten kid who just pooped her pants.

It is degrading to be scolded by someone of that stature. 

Most of the crimes that were committed by others are so negligible but a big fuss is always kicked up. I just want to perform my role happily and be done with what I need to do. I really do not need to stand there and waste many minutes of my life reasoning with you why I need to do this, why you need to do this for me and why this is NOW the rules so PLEASE get with the times.

I’ve lodged complaints to your superiors and I’m not afraid to continue doing so until a warning letter is issued. 

Also, would one speak in condescending tones to a peer? No right. So how am I below you to be spoken rudely to?

This is your job. It’s very simple. I merely carried out my duties. It’s your duty to continue from where I left off. If you’re not happy with your job, it’s really not my problem. There are plenty of other jobs out there. Please don’t make me do the mundane work that you’ve been entitled to do. I will take this back if I’m given a notice that what you asked me to do is part of my job. But for months, this has never been my responsibility. 

Even if you made a mistake in assuming that it was part of my responsibilities, I would really appreciate to be spoken humbly and politely to. Out of the kindness in my heart (though these days I’m doubting if there’s any in it), I might even help you out. It’s just not the case today, nobody.

Of Bimbotic Aspirations To Quit School And Blog Full Time

A couple of days ago, a friend and I were talking about blogs and how it has changed over the years. She sent me a link and said that it was her friend’s and that this chick is just one of the more popular blogger in recent times. But you can just about guess what are the reasons chicks become popular bloggers these days. 

I mean I’ve seen enough blogs that become ‘famous’ just because there’s a hot girl strutting about with photos of herself plastered all over their blogs. Like 80% of the picture is of her face and her body, and maybe like a puny 20% is of the background of wherever that she is at. 

I immediately clicked the ‘x’ button after scrolling through. There was NO content, only like photos of herself, a few inanimate objects around her, two or three words simply strung up to form a caption for one or two of the photos. And there you have it, a popular blog.

LIKE SERIOUSLY WTF?!

To top it off, my friend told me that this particular girl actually thought about quitting school and going on to become a full time blogger and maybe do more event stints. You know, those car modelling/umbrella girl crap. I shit you not, with two or three words for sentences, yes I’m pretty sure you’ll have a stellar blogging career. 

I have no issues with beautiful women who can engage you in their blogs. With their words, not with their boobs and big eyes combo. It makes you envy these women because they have the best of both worlds but when there’s no substance in your blog only photos of yourself knowing clearly well that you’re sizzling, and THEN have the audacity to consider a career in blogging full time, ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?! If you finish school already and don’t quite know what to do yet also not too bad lah. But are you mad ah? If your writing isn’t even good enough for a magazine to take you on as part of their contributors’ column, please just get your degree/diploma first. Don’t embarrass us womenkind with your mentality. Once you graduate and bum around, you’ll have all the time to earn those moolah, go for events and maybe read some books (if too difficult, maybe magazines also can) so you’ll learn how to structure proper sentences. At least then your blog entries are whole, you know? Not just smatterings of words and emoticons. 

It boggles the mind that there are such bimbos around. While we’re on the topic of bimbos, are girls who work for car shows, alcohol and tobacco products actually proud of their jobs? I mean I’m all for baring skin if you have what it takes lah but to be paid to bare most of your some skin while selling things? Right, I won’t pick on those damn kesian girls who have to feed their mother, father, sister, brother, dog at home. Money is hard to come by, I get it. Any job that comes along, you’re hot, you take it. A bit of skin for food on the table, degrading but what can you do. 🙁

But what about those college girls at private institutions who just want that extra cash to go on shopping trips? Damn low la please. I’ll give my daughter two tight slaps if she dares to take on such jobs. 

Oh right, back to little girls who can’t write and want to be full time bloggers.

As we know, there are a few full time bloggers around but these are people who have made such a name for themselves that they are practically a brand in their own right. They are involved in huge projects and… well, people actually know who they are. You know, like they have audiences that actually consist of females and males. Not just very friendly boys.

No doubt about the fact that full time bloggers do get paid rather well, which is why these little girls aspire to be full time bloggers too. Of course success stories can be repeated because OnE SHoULd DaRE To DreAm RighT?! Bloggers who manage to carve a name for themselves and thus are deemed popular are usually of the intelligent sort. If they have not already completed some form of education, they are most likely to currently be pursuing one. They have ambitions like normal people. 

Quitting school to blog full time is just plain dumb.