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Oh? So what makes us third world is how much our country and its fellow citizens earn annually? This is word vomit so please forgive me if I let loose and reduce myself to profanity.  My Kitchen.  The damned kitchen.  No.  It’s actually my damned housemates.  See, they don’t give a fiddler’s fart about the kitchen.  I’ve never come across people like these.  Really.  I know not all Aussies are filthy, but having visited some other friends’ place, gosh I feel like a LARGE amount of the locals here don’t give a fishcake about personal hygiene or cleanliness.  They consider us third world countries, but let me tell you something.  Yes, Sabah or any other Asian countries may not be spick and span, but let me tell you something, you Bogans from the Land Down Under, you ain’t clean yourselves.  You’re so freaking lazy to clean up after yourself that you pay a crapload of tax money to your government to hire cleaners.  You’re so d...

I’m not trying to stir a theological debate here, but one that affects us culturally.  There are times when I feel that the culture that I was brought up in handicaps my capabilities.  The notion of ‘face’ is always smacked straight into my face.  I’m sure there are many of us who find ourselves torn in situations like this.  I’m not only saving my own face, but the face of others’ around me as well.  I can’t help it, can you?  We know we are progressive beings who, at times, need to prioritize our own well-being.  But coming from a culture where social relationship is foremost the most vital aspect, face saving appears to be hindering us from achieving our full potential.  I went to a friend’s house yesterday.  My friend’s housemate is an Adventist and goes to church, occasionally.  Recently, he met a divorcee/widow who’s a decade older and they’ve been living together.  I’ve also encountered him at the uni pubs on my way back fr...

Literally.  This and That.  My guy who supervises me at my workplace told me before that I should never stuff the dishwasher with too many items.  Also, I should try to wash the same items at one go.  That means, don’t mix plates with pots, don’t mix cups with spoons, etc.  Well yesterday, another dude came in to fill in for my supervisor (supervisor is back in Thailand holidaying).  There was a birthday dinner going on and it went on till half past ten.  That means I have heaps and heaps of soiled dishes to do, plus pots, and stoves to wash.  Well, I was trying to make sure I did what my supervisor did.  Suddenly this new guy (he’s not new, he’s been working there longer than me) comes in and tells me to step aside while he ‘shows’ me how to do it.  He was quick I must say.  But he stuffed everything together.  I wasn’t sure whether or not tell him that my supervisor it was done differently.  I kept quiet of course, but I...

No, I didn’t get any piercings, my slipper did.  I found a thumb-tack stuck to the bottom of my thongs this morning after my shower.  I’m inclined to think that someone must have left it lying around on purpose… but who would be so spiteful?  I was, a couple of days ago – I shook a very very filthy kitchen towel (and I mean DIRTY, used to wipe counter tops and soak oil) over my housemate’s cake.  Why did I do it?  Well, angst and hatred have been accumulating over the past few weeks.  After my housemate baked a lovely cake for himself and his gf, he had the guts to leave it on the kitchen, not forgetting the mess as well.  This particular tea towel, it’s blue.  None of us except for the housemate-who-baked-the-cake use it.  That, too, he left lying on the table next to the cake.  It looked so inviting, not the cake, but the tea towel.  So I took the tea towel, imagined I was in a Chinese opera where the characters prance around with...

picture taken from here .   I went to the I Am Tour’s official website yesterday and saw that Malaysia’s not on the list, or was it?  Malaysia, a country a call my own, has set rather strict ‘surface’ rules when it comes to visiting performers like Beyonce.  Artistes who went their way to meet fans in this part of SEA have had to abide to the country’s conservative.  Those who expose a lil’ bit of themselves end up being scrutinized and fined.  But hey, these artistes are rich… to them getting fined would probably be like paying for a parking ticket. I can’t imagine Beyonce singing Diva or All the Single Ladies or Crazy in Love clad in a blanket.  Btw, have you seen how Malaysian artistes dress?  It’s nothing different than how Beyonce dresses up.  Cleavage is shown; figure-accentuating costumes; etc.  Some high ranking official mentioned that Malaysia does not need any of Beyonce’s sexy moves.  Damn right she’s sexy… and nobod...

rain, perhaps? but they said meatballs will fall out from the sky.  Incidents at my work place – Boss to Daron, “Daron, please cook one rice!”  Daron to Boss, “Yes, Boss!  One rice coming up!”  As I reach into the bucket where they store rice, my eyes quickly jump from one rice (what’s the classifier for rice?) to the other.  It’s SO hard to pick out which RICE that deserves to be boiled and served to the customers later.  I finally have my pick, I wash the rice twice with cold water, and then measure a droplet of hot water to boil the rice with.  I do all of these in a large 10 liter rice pot.  Please cook one rice please people.  other funny words encounter: mik entree, sepring roll, kali puff, I’m sure there are more.  I just need to fine tune my ears.  My two weeks of midterm holidays came to end yesterday.  It’s back to the grind now.  I still three more weeks of classes, a presentation of my research proj...

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no, I’m not talking about the machine.  I’m talking about the person that actually does the dishes.  WEAR GLOVES!!! Last night, at work, I decided to don the green rubber gloves that were hanging right in front of me in my temporary glamorous career as a dishwasher (is there another name for a person who washes dishes, ‘dishwasher’ rings strange in my ears'). Last night, I got told off for talking on the phone for 1:32 minutes.  As far as I can remember, I had already finished my dishes, and right after I was told off, the boss’ phone rang and she went away chit-chatting happily.  Oh, so the boss can do it and the DIVA can’t??!?!?!?! This week, I trimmed my hair.  I don’t know how I did it but I managed, with a pair of scissors of course.  It’s the first of October today.  For some reason I thought i was Halloween last night, must have been all those horror movies I’ve been watching lately.  Oh, I watched Jennifer’s Body and there’s th...