Monday, 28 September 2015

Monday morning rant

1)The underestimating  and looking down of other people

The person  who wears bata  flip flops, if she is of a certain nationality or ethnicity have to label them right away don't you?
Never ever judge .

2)The racists.

What I have been reading lately in facebook and newspapers currently  in my country doesn't surprise me.
I faced more racism in my own country more than anywhere else in the world.
I am not saying that  in Europe it's better because that  would be generalising the entire continent,I am saying through what I personally experienced working in Europe /European companies and colleagues ,I am being judged by the work that I had done, my achievement   not all this   "I am Malay  and don't speak cantonese, mandarin, hokkien  and do not touch pork  so I don't fit for the job " shit.
OR  "I am Malay a Malay chef and I automatically come from another state, renting   a room in the city and  go  rempit (street racing )at night and stutter in my conversational English" OR

" I am everything a caucasian chef can do, but  I am of a wrong colour ,yes  ...#onlyinMalaysia."

Not only  towards my ethnicity , but also towards other races .If you treat people differently because of their ethnicity  you might know this already  but let me tell you again....

You are an asshole,yes you are.

I am a Malay woman who want's to live in harmony, achieve inner peace , have comfortable money ,sleep well and eat 5 times a day.

SPG is so 10 years ago
3) it is awkward too when you fell for someone solely  because he is caucasian and you only dates the caucasians.But l am elaborating them below. I  do not  know how to summarise  the conversation I had with  one or two girls who exclusively dates  caucasian or when I was in the Philippines they  say "I only date foreignorrr"
I understand if I am hanging out in  a bar in Bangla road and having a chat with girls there....but well, how do I get to know these women?

4)Bad coffee
I hate bad coffees, being served a a cup of bad coffee is  really a curse for  a Monday morning.If I were in a hotel that my company paid for me to have a  good breakfast  and the hotel doesn't even care about coffee they served to their guests.That is an insult towards the hospitality profession.

I d not want to disclose those places out loud, but if you want  good coffee  I recommend below

Five times coffee    -the papua ones is my favorite


Il Gelato di bruno Surabaya
Historica ,Surabaya

Bangkok and Singapore

Why the hell do we  have to suffer  when  some big conglomerate capitalists are burning the forest /plantation to  make room for new plantation.
Kids can't go to school today because of this and hello! fresh air anyone?

6)Ppl who spl lik dis
I h8 u,x rite 2 me,x say hi 2me

we are not small kids, when you write please write properly.It is  disrespectful towards people you are writing to, yourself and  that written language, bitch.

Have a great day. Enjoy  your  coffee.

Wednesday, 23 September 2015

Of Bangladesh and beauty of a journal.

Long sigh....

After a break from writing  and thinking hard and being hard on myself.

I had  to decide to  either :
A.start a new blog  because I need to write (yes, i do)
B.continue  with this current one

I picked B

After all it's been a while that i have been blogging under this name.I know that my blog can sometimes be weird but I am not  really your "traditional - non weird "type of Malay girl.

After my last post that was  a little emotional  while listening to  "chandelier" by Sia.I have done a little bit of soul searching while travelling  for work , of course.

and when I was in Bangladesh I had  so much that I want to write about , so much to spill from my Malaysia airlines business seats with no one  next to me  enjoying chicken satay, the desire  was so strong to  just turn this computer on and let my finger dance on the keyboard BUT instead of doing that I finished  some work and ordered  loads of water to rehydrate+curb my desire to  write.

It doesn't work.

After  almost a month this incident happened , and multiple destinations later I have agreed with  what  the voice in my heart said to me before,
Love is not something you could conceal, and as much as I  so many times try to stop writing or loving someone, I can't remove this disgustingly cute warts from my life. (I am  typing this while  reading on a friend's message of  tummy turmoil  he have had in the next destination I am about to depart for)

I am running my life with a speed of Usain , spending most of time travelling, too focused on something that i should  not even be worried about, that sometimes i forgot  that in my front porch lays a  beautiful garden of roses that I never kiss it's delicate petals neither  inhale the gorgeous scent of perfume.

Please forgive me the almighty ,sometimes I do take you for granted of the life you had given me   and seldom sees  the beauty the universe you created have in store for me.

My life is good especially with  pistachio ganache  :)

Trying to count my uncounted given  blessings 

Sacrifice.Setiap kita  mempunyai cerita pengorbanan sendiri.
Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha.


thanks My for  this lovely gift :)






Fish sinagang my favorite!