yogurt and cheesecake
if you havent tried the combination of homemade yogurt thingy and the mars bars-caramel cheesecake, you are seriously missing out on a seriously good thing. and just so you know, its not yogurt on top of the cheesecake, but rather, its cheesecake into yogurt. see why its so sinful now? if the cheesecake were to make you weak at the knees, then this combo will knock you off your feet.
*yogurtcheesecake*yogurtc heesecake*yogurtcheesecak e*
i just got the strangest call just now. strange due to a few reasons:
the caller was the coordinator of the TESOL programme
she referred to me with my middle name. nobody calls me that! not even my parents! and they give the weirdest family/pet names.
she asked if i was sure this was what i wanted to do.
strange, to me, how the coordinator of the programme is more concerned with whether i really want to do this, when that should be my parents' concern too. and believe me, it is the greatest feeling of powerlessness when i saw my dad fill out the details on the contracts and forms and agreements and all i had to do was sign them. what i thought was the most unfair thing ever was that when i told them i wanted out, they kinda just abandoned me to handle everything on my own. but when it came to this damn bond, they eagerly did everything for me. might as well forged my signature too. its not much to forge in the first place, its just my name. nothing fancy bout it.
*self-absorbed*self-absor bed*self-absorbed*
one of my friends told me yesterday, and this shocked me completely, that she wanted to quit the programme because she didnt think she could meet up with our sponsor's (MARA) terms and conditions. i do admit, they are extremely high standards. but knowing how they work, these terms and conditions are subject to change at any given time without prior notice. eg: my batch. but if she does quit, i so wanna rip up my contract and burn it.
MOVING ON...
i just heard a radio ad from the ministry of health telling people to choose not to drink because "when you socialise without alcohol, you wont do things that would embarass you". how general! so some people can behave like total asses when they're a lil tipsy. it sure as hell dont mean that you shouldnt drink at all.
this is a very boring post. mostly cause i cant really think of what to say. this is just to kill time.
here's a question: how do you know what someone means when they say they love you? and in what context they love you in? and how do you know you're getting the context right and that you're not deluding yourself? and if you're the one saying it, how do you know you're saying it in the same context as the person who's hearing it and will say it in return? and how do you know that you're not leading them on?
okay, maybe thats not A question, but a few questions in a row. if you can answer any or all of them, leave a comment.
oh, last night's barbecue was fun. kudos to the hostess :)
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where are we running??
currently listening to that on the radio. "where are we running?" kravitz.
honestly i have yet to find a font i like for this blog. and honestly i hate the layout of my blog. it sucks. but i'm too lazy to fix it and its too trivial for me to bother about it. so if you're reading and you dont like how the blog looks, too bad. so do i. and i hate times new roman. lets use arial. but it looks too big. book antiqua..not bad. i like. lets stick to this. the chi feels right.
speaking of chi, do you actually believe it? i use it for my own convenience. when things are going well, and superbly well at that, then i say that the chi is right. but when things start going severely awry, or if something just "tak ngam", or if i dont like it but cant pinpoint why, then the chi is off. so conclusively, the term "chi" in my usage, is not based on its original meaning of balance of the elements but rather a quick and easy way of saying whether i like how things are going or not. hmmm...seems to me like i should never be allowed to have absolute power. like an empress or a dictator. because things will have to be to my liking. and the chi has to be right. if not..its off with your head! you being without your head might just fix the chi today. *evil laugh* i can just imagine the conspiracy theories to overthrow me.
so what say you about the chi?
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there are currently some problems regarding preparations for leaving for nz. the police whats-it for good conduct has mysteriously gone a-missing in the wonderful postal service our fantastic country provides. (AVOID POSLAJU AT ALL COSTS IF YOU VALUE YOUR POST) on top of that, (oh great, the songs on radio are on a fixed list..its kravitz again) my friend hasnt gotten her contracts and what not. just makes me wonder, how exactly do we do things in this country? are we basing it on someone's chi which clashes with everybody elses? because its not working well for me.
either that or god or the many gods think it best i not go to nz.
which i dont mind actually.
but whatever, lets not get into that again.
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stacie orrico's "stuck" now on radio. it was playing half an hour ago.
now here's another topic : BLOGGING PERSONALITY
why are some people so interesting and profound, or appear to be, by judgement of their blogs, yet in real life are real quiet and kinda aloof? makes you wonder whats tick-tick-ticking in that head of theirs dont it.
why are there some people who are so vocabularily inept that they cannot express themselves in real life without sounding like they're getting tongue tied and verbally tripping over their own saliva, effectively spouting corny, saccharine sweet soap opera-worthy lines, who think they are, dare i say it, "da bomb" (roll eyes), who think they are, and this is without wanting to sound like i'm rubbing my own ego, blog worthy? cant even manage simple subject-verb agreement! and are retarded in terms of expression.
why are there some people who have a blog that has nothing on it? i mean, there's absolutely nothing on it.
and WHY are there some people who read blogs that cant be mature and open minded enough to bear in mind that these are primarily outlets of expression for individuals? (as un-glib as they may be, or how un-interesting they are in real life) why are there people considering setting laws for blogs? thats like setting rules for how to arrange the furniture in your house, or how to do up your car, or how to...you get the idea.
i mean, some of the most interesting people i know find blogging mundane or dont blog at all.
*shrug*
blink 182's "i miss you".
i think this is a long enough entry.
merry christmas everyone. happy new year and may the chi always be in your favour and good fortune roll you way.
see, i can be nice.
12.18.06 (1:44 am) [
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of logic puffs and pipe dreams
if we're told to dream, and dream BIG at that, and we hang on to that dream, and try to achieve it, despite the very real and sometimes inevitable possiblit y that this dream may vanish in a puff of logic one day, are we being idealistic? are we wrong to dream?
funny thing is, we ARE told to dream. to aim high. but then "reality sets in" - my dad said that and more often than not he needs to shut his yap and listen. and we have to "accept reality" - another direct quote from my dad who needs to learn to shut his yap and listen.
why is it that when we do aim high and want to take risks, people tell us to take the "safer" option?
what is that??
FIRST you tell us to aim high. even encourage us to do so. and THEN you tell us to accept reality.
pipe dreams vanishing in puffs of logic.
sounds like it, dont it?
maybe in the future, children should be told to:
dream big dreams, but within their range, whatever the hell that'd mean. that way, nobody gets disappointed, nobody gets hurt.
be mindless drones that reserve their mental capacity singly for academic purposes, instead of observing the world around them, and attempting to make a change. that way, nobody will step on anybody's toes.
submit, wholly and completely, to a higher authority that is placed there because of age, and age alone. questioning this authority will be met by a sharp "Dont TALK BACK" so as to train the young ones to merely swallow what is being fed to them.
--> and you wonder why the "youths of today" are so content being spoon-fed.
i'll tell you why. because in such a filial society as ours, it is easier to just keep your opinions to yourself, and pay lip service to the elders because talking back is seen as rebellious, arrogant, proud et cetera, even though you have a valid point to make. you keep your opinions to yourself and then bitch about how sucky life is when you're with you're friends.
i'm jaded, can you tell?
and in this filial society, how can we ever progress when we fear breaking tradition in order to embrace a possibly better way of doing things.
and dont get me started on religion. especially bringing children up in an environment where religion is strictly enforced,and they are encouraged by extrinsic rewards like stickers and candy to conform. in the end all you'll get is a bunch of 5 year olds who are "well-behaved", brainwashed with teachings they should be given a choice later in life whether to accept or reject, who are on a constant sugar rush, with rotten teeth who think that stickers and stars are the shit.
PAH!
and this is coming from someone who was brought up in such an environment.
but i dont have rotten teeth, thank the gods of dentistry, toothbrus h, toothpaste and the occasional floss.
i hate having blood taken. the only time i donated blood was because i'd get a free hamper if i did.
so i did.
i'm a blood donor.
O positive, if you're wondering.
but, MY GOD does it hurt.
i just had another blood test today because some people think its necessary to get tested for some funny diseases. (read: them screw-ups at MARA think i need to be tested for Hep. C antigens)
OW.
but i do like the punture wound. pretty cool actually. if i could upload a picture of it, i would. but i'm too lazy to do so. so just imagine a big gaping whole in my arm behind my elbow where the vein is, laced in dried blood, nicely forming a dark brown, almost blackish red crust where the needle went in. and then the skin around it is dark blue/ purple, like a bruise only slightly greeninsh/yellow towards the edge. the punture wound is right in the centre of this one inch diameter bruise.
cool no?
i wish. by the exaggeration you can tell its not true.
its just a pinprick of a wound.
chances of me returning to malaysia for good after the 4 year stint in nz are slim right now. what is there for me to return to?
- a job i dont want to be doing, but which i am bonded to for at least 5 years.
- a family i'm practically estranged from. actually i estranged myself.
- parents who are all jesusy, with whom i dont agree much on in terms of beliefs.
- siblings who can pretty much take care of themselves.
- basically a life that can be described in 3 words: mediocre, lukewarm and beige. get my point?
i am trying to escape, i'm not going to deny it.
besides,if i do have a family, i want my children and significant other to have a promise of a better life and a better future with opportunities this country cannot accommodate.
someone mentioned to me last night, and this is a very interesting point: WHY is it that some christians who come from what they claim to be a liberal church where they are more "laid back" can have such a narrow mindset, while there are some from a very strict catholic background who are more open and tolerant to other beliefs and opinions?
i tried to answer it, and my reasoning last night was this: in all its liberalness, they dont want to seem too free so they become more narrow minded.
to which i was replied "BULLSHIT".
well, it is a valid question and a very strong point, albeit a sweeping statement in itself, and let me try to answer it.
and this is just assumptions, i admit, with no solid proof, but its my take on things:
the term "Liberal" with which they attach themselves to, is, in my opinion, a method of self-assurance. this way, they can console themselves by saying they are not taking things out of context and being overzealous in their interpretations and application of whatever they think they should be interpreting and applying. self delusional? perhaps. besides, who actually gave them the security umbrella of the term "Liberal" in the first place? themselves.
now, in addressing the issue of WHY ARE THEY SO NARROW MINDED. it all comes down to how "Liberal" is going to be defined in the first place. if
- Liberal = letting other people have their say and their views while being able to have your own without being intimidated, and at the same time not condemning others for what they think, then liberal does not automatically mean narrow minded.
- Liberal = interpreting holy scripture as you see fitting to your liking, and letting other people have their interpretation (this does happen, eg: how people see the events at the end of the age unfolding) then this also equals liberal. BUT if you cannot accept another viewpoint and feel this incessant urge to try and convince others that you and you alone are right, then this is certainly qualities pertaining to narrow mindedness and borderline moronic.
so we take the second definition since that relates to the issue. now, back to the issue itself; WHY ARE THEY SO NARROW MINDED?
- bear in mind, it is a sweeping statement to say they are narrow minded because (and lets get all sociological about this) prior socialisation has to be taken into account. how were they brought up in the first place? if they were taught, from a young age, that its completely OK for other people to have a differing opinion, then they would probably be more open to other possibilities.
- in all their liberalness, there is the conflict of being moderate and not taking things too seriously. with religion, it is a very weighty issue that requires total and complete surrender at times when you give it "all to Jesus" et cetera. the conflict can either result in one being nonchalant and unaffected by religion OR the total opposite. narrow minded, "me first, me always right" mentality.
- who guided them? someone who is unaware of what they're getting themselves into CAN be fooled by the guise of the term "Liberal". if whoever led them is pretty Jesusy, then the follower, if he or she does not question or is not perceptive enough, can be influenced by the Jesusy leader.
now, the other part of the question:why is it that there are some from a very strict catholic background who are more open and tolerant to other beliefs and opinions:?
- with a strong enough grounding in their faith from their strict background, they are not intimidated and do not feel it is their divine duty to convince the world that they are right.
KEY PHRASE: THEY ARE NOT INTIMIDATED.
once again, THEY ARE NOT INTIMIDATED.
i do realise it is a sweeping statement that generalises people and their belief system and doesnt address minor issues but i am very open to criticism and they are most welcome here. anybody wanna contribute thoughts, ideas or objections can do so freely on one condition : have an open mind be mature enough to accept that not everybody thinks like you do and you're not always right.
12.14.06 (10:22 pm) [
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fukitol
life sucks.
12.12.06 (11:06 pm) [
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of hash browns and chocolate shakes
i have the strangest cravings right now.
hash browns and chocolate shake.
all in the same bite.
MMMMMMMMmmmmmm...good.
caramel popcorn and chocolate shake.
all in the same bite.
MMMMMMMMmmmmmm...good.
that drink with the aloe bits and milk.
all in one gulp.
MMMMMMMMmmmmmm...good.
ice-cream and chips
MMMMMMMMmmmmmm...good.
(but i'll never know why some people find that to be repulsive)
satay sauce and onions.
MMMMMMMMmmmmmm...good.
cheesecake and durian pudding.
um...
nah.
12.09.06 (12:03 am) [
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ah sweet relief.
i told my parents i couldnt go through with it.
my only regret is that i wish i'd have done it earlier.
12.08.06 (11:42 pm) [
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nigglet.
cute isnt it? nigglet.
i am getting chubby.
i better tell my dad soon.
about mara, not about getting chubby.
he'd just laugh about me getting chubby.
about mara though, he'd be upset.
but i dont want to make him the reason for 9 years of my life spent doing something i dont like.
thats cowardice.
its not fair to him.
not fair to either one of us really.
so i'm just going to tell him tonight.
and if he wont hear any of it, at least i tried.
then i can really tell him "the only reason i'm doing this is for you".
12.06.06 (10:29 pm) [
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oh so boring!
yesterday was world ninja day. and yesterday my cat died. whats left of her is just a red stain on the road in front of my house. poor Orca, she was so cute.
i'm bored at home.
i'm so bored at home.
wish there was something better to do.
you know what's really ugly?
i'll tell you what's really ugly.
FISH.
eeeewwwww......
why are they so ugly?
cause they dont have eyelids.
cause the mouth is always agape.
and cause they look funny.
so i dont eat them.
they dont look pretty enough to eat.
i cant even eat fish fillet.
truth be told, i'm kinda scared of them.
yes, because they're ugly.
and there's a bunch of other stuff i cant eat too.
but this is because they're too cute.
its dim sum.
why do they have to be so cute?
there was a time when i refused to eat meat.
cause i kept imagining the mass killing of the poor animals.
oh god.
and when you walk by the chicken rice stalls, they hook whole chickens up!
OH MY GAWD!
AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!! stop the madness!
i gotta find something better to do.
i'm scaring myself.
yeesh.
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the end of my 6 month break.
this is the first entry in a long time and i need to get tons of stuff off my chest. just for myself (and i know i promised myself i wont make this blog too personal but i need to do this right now) lets do a review of the long awaited 6month break that feels like it just flew by:
MAJOR EVENTS THIS 6 MONTH BREAK:
i had and ended a relationship that i cant explain to myself why i went through. main reason i went through it, looking back now, is because i really did think no one else would ever want me. low self esteem, poor self image i guess. i know i get the looks from guys from time to time, but its not about that. i'm looking for an actual human connection. it was about wanting to find someone who would want me for who i was whom i could relate to and respect as an individual and an equal, but when i did find someone who simply wanted me, the scary thing is that i just settled for it. i'm really glad and so relieved that part of my life is over.
made some new friends who have, in turn, made my life so much more colourful :) i still get a bit weirded out by them from time to time, but its all good.
had my first job. it was at the church kindergarten. and strangely enough, i feel attached to those children. kinda miss them actually. but i think i screwed up my job cos for the last month i was working there the Dragon Lady In Charge of My Salary cut my pay by half cause i didnt show up for work for 2 days. but that doesnt bother me cause i was in it to kill time rather than make money.
found an equal who is a unique and special individual, of whom i think the world of. and for whom i'd do anything.
and now we come to the main event.
Q: what is bugging me so bad that i made myself throw up my lunch (i have bouts of depression/bulimia) and cried over? and need to *gasp* blog about?
A: i'll tell you what made me throw up my lunch and cry. and need to *gasp* blog about.
in a few days, if i dont do anything about it, i'll be signing away 9 years of my life. 4 years to study a course in a university overseas that didnt have that course to begin with and only started up the course because they would be gaining at least 20 international students. and then 5 years working back my 4 years of so-called free education (YEAH RIGHT!) as an english teacher.
so what exactly are we dealing with here?
the theme of filial duty vs personal fulfillment. thats it in a nutshell. thats the big problem that led me to hurl out my lunch and cry over and *gasp* blog about.lets list it out in steps and stages so it looks less messy than it already feels like:
IN THE BEGINNING it was an offer under a certain organisation/trust fund (MARA!! its MARA!! them money-grubbing mismanaging buggers all deserve to die a fiery death) to do the cambridge a-levels locally and then continue to be under their sponsorship to do my degree overseas, most probably the UK. i would've been doing BEd TESL in warwick if it was the UK. but ithere was a bond, i'd have to work for them as a teacher for 5 years.
THEN i went and did the a-levels, and i remember my dad saying "just go try it out, if you dont like it then just quit and i'll pay back" (KIV that statement for now) it seemed simple enough, 3 subjects to study, score at least ABB in the a-levels and get at least 13 out of 15 points for those 3 subjects.
AND THEN it took 2 years to do my a-levels. we did it in 2 parts; advanced subsidiary (AS) after the 1st year and advanced level (A2) after the second. combine the two to get a final grade. reason we did it this way was because we would have a better shot at scoring the 13/15. if we messed up the first time we did the AS we can retake it with the A2. and so on and so forth.
THINGS GOT UGLY when the whole tesl batch did so badly for the first round of AS. we had to re-sit those papers 3 months later cause of complications unique to the subject we took (damn you english lit..you killed my love for reading) i did well, but not everyone did.
THINGS GOT UGLIER when it we were told "okay, you all not are not going to the UK, you're either going to australia or new zealand...wait, you really thought it was final you were going to the UK? you didnt read the fine print did you? your offer was OVERSEAS, not the UK". that got me slightly miffed but i just...swallowed it down and shrugged it off.
BUT THEN there was always this feeling of dread and of a dead end the more i thought of working back for this organisation i have been warned not to name, not even in my blog.
ITS MARA, by the way.
truth is i've never wanted to be a teacher, and while it is a decent profession, noble some would say, i've just never been attracted to the world of academia. it has a lot to offer and i know i can do very well in this field but its not what i want. i dont mean to make it sound like its beneath me and that i'm too good for this but i dont see the point of studying hard nd pushing myself for 4 years just to work back 5 years, so i dont owe them money, and then finish my deal with them. and then what?
only reason i'm doing this is for my dad. remember what i told you to KIV? well, i did try asking him once if i could just quit this programme and do something else. his answer was just NO. no explanation after that.
and in the next few days, there'll be documents arriving from this not-to-be-named organisation/fund which i'm supposed to sign in order to finalise everything. my dad's been paying for so many things, my travel expenses to sort out all this, the passport, the visa, the medical checkup, the gadgets..et cetera et cetera. i need to tell him but i feel so heavy hearted to do so but if i dont it'll be 9 years of putting up with a lot.
and how will i answer myself when i look back as to why i did it? cause my dad told me to... its not valid enough for me. it wont recover 9 years worth of effort. is it worth it? doing it for my dad? hate to sound selfish, but no. its not.
i want out. i want out real bad. i just hope its not too late.
so that was the 6 month break review up till the 5th of december 2006. this girl needs to go make some calls to find out some things. lets all hope that things start working out well for her, no matter what the outcome of this to sign/not to sign dillemma may be. till then, may God or the many gods have mercy on us all.
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