I Discriminate!

Don't discriminate the radio station by it's language!
Yesterday I stumbled upon a radio channel which was pretty cool. At first when I switched on the radio and it was a Malay channel, I was like "Next!" but as I near-ed the radio to switch the frequency, the DJ/host was talking about BIOTECHNOLOGY.
Wow, that caught my attention...important subject for Pengajian Am and BM essay. "Ok la, listen to this first, and after this switch the frequency back to Mix FM la."
I really learned a lot about biotechnology :) It was interesting and enriching ^^
Then after the "Kerusi panas" session(the talk is called Kerusi Panas). as I was going to change the frequency, the section was English from BBC...Whoa, cool! OK,then I found out it was BERNAMA RADIO 24.
Bernama...the newspaper? Woah, no wonder la very informative :P. But there is a flaw, the music selection sucks la...LOL

Ok, next topic. Yesterday I walked home from school la. As usual, every time I take long walks I think...haha. Think about nonsense, think about the future, reflect about a lot of things under the sun la. As I walked back yesterday I realised that I am actually a very egoistic person. I place myself a level higher than my schoolmates and treat/consider them as second class people although it is I who is the "alien/foreigner"over there among their kind/land. It's like dramas or movies where a proud person is demoted and she thinks she doesn't belong there and thus treats everyone lousy! She doesn't realise that she is just a spoilt brat! That's Me!

I do still resent this school. Despite this negative feelings, when look more deeper, it's actually kinda like a missionary training...Missionary in a foreign land stay with the locals, interact, live, study, learn and then translate, and preach the gospel...I'm referring to pioneering missionaries la. Colin Kirton said something like 'A light doesn't need to shine so bright in darkness' (My apologies if I misquoted it...) Ok, anyways, I still do feel like I failed the training and have been such an @ss in school. Many teachers dislike me and take me as rude, proud, bad example in school, and I do not defend myself here because it is the truth. Ashamed, I confess that I'm a lousy Christ ambassador :'(

Next topic:Today after school, my father took me along to run an errand. We went to Bangsar Heights. When the guard asked why? My father said "ambil langsir untuk cuci"...I was suprised. The guard said, "Itu orang Myanmar"...I was double surprised...in my heart I was thinking "What? Now warganegara working for imigrant workers? First class working for second class?"
I am a horrible discriminator!

Anyways, my "Smart" father didn't bring any bag/s...he took the curtains down and told me to fold the curtains. I was thinking quietly "How are we going to bring down all these curtains, we need 4 plastic bags or 2 big sampah bag!" My father found a workers' lift and told me tahan it/keep the lift door open. Personally I was scared...a lift not for public use. A lift where I have keep pressing the "< />" aka "keep door open" button. I was a bit afraid that the lift would fall, afraid that the if I keep pressing the "open button", the lift would get spoilt and the "something wrong with the lift ALARM" would ring...Afraid people will catch us using the lift (guilt, paranoid, scared)...Not to forget we were on the 4th floor

I don't know if I accidentally pressed the "17th floor" button or was the workers lift an automatic "all the way up" type of lift. How many times I pressed "first floor" but the light didn't come on for floor "ONE"..So I pressed floor "3" mistaking it for floor "2" then correcting my mistake when I pressed floor "2". The light on floor "4" was on all the while we used the lift...(I was a bit worried) The lift went up all the way to the "17th" floor and then to the "3rd" floor and to the "2nd" floor pretty fast. (I have always been scared of lifts...too fast, or suddenly fall all the way down)

My father pressed the number "one" without letting go after we reached floor 2. I was afraid that the lift would go back all the way to the "17th" floor automatically or go to the "fourth"...(Trembling & shivering in my soul, wanting get out of the lift...really scared)
Praise and thanked God that my father's action worked for we reached the "First" floor. ( I was so relieved and glad to be on the first floor (the bottom-est floor so cannot fall ^^). But my father made me tahan the elevator again while he took out the curtains...( Faster la! So near to ground and yet still far away...feeling uneasy and restless but did not show it physically). After my father took all the curtains out. I quickly jumped out of the lift. So glad to be out! Stable ground...Really thankful Malaysia don't have earthquakes where grounds crack and split open.

I talked to my mom just now inquiring about what my father said to the guard. My mom said her customer Mrs Yee asked my mom ,"Susan, you got this type of service ar?" "Take down curtain, wash and hang up the curtain."(Cause Mrs Yee's tenant not there anymore).
I was like "Woad, new area of business? Take down, wash and hang up? Recession equals new area of services? Fuhlamak(Fuyoh+ Alamak). Got such job also". Yeah, recession means you must be willing to explore more options in order to gain a few more bucks.
Fyi: my mom specialises in curtain, wall paper, cushion cover, upholstery, vertical blind,venetion blind, carpet. Basicly she sews curtain and house furniture related la...I don't know what is it called officially...LOL