want. no. need. no. crave.

we.. as in Malaysians in Keele..
we.. have a dilemma.
overall,
the malaysian chinese unofficial chinese society
boasts no more than a wretched eight people.
chindians involved. heh.
no, we're not upset about anything.
it feels just right.
keeps things tight.
family-ish.
lovely.

but that's not why we're in a dilemma.
obviously.
see.. we hang out with other malaysians too,
none chinese,
mind you.
and it feels just fine.

that was until chinese new year decided to come round.
now,
i respect other cultures and all..
but seriously.
i need pork.
and of all the days to need and CRAVE pork,
chinese new year will be that day.
there will be no mercy.
generations, legacy, all that jazz.
pork sums it up.
i don't care what you say,
it does to me.

so here's the case.
we.. chinese.
we're gonna be searching for some chinese retau.. retau? retard?
chinese restaurant.
that serves pork.
and roast duck.
but should other ..people be added to the hunt..
people who don't eat.. pork.
well.
we'll be hunting for kebab stalls instead.
i just know it.

SO.

THE BIG QUESTION.

SHOULD PORK BE SACRIFICED FOR THE SAKE OF RACIAL UNITY??

YOU BE THE JUDGE.

..this will so get me kill'd.

Bring On The New Year.

i.. feel better.

=)

seriously.
the amount of support you guys gave me.
the verses, overflowing with comfort..
the calls..
the texts..
videos..

thanks.

and as a result,
i destroyed law today.
i think.
that's supposed to be a good thing.
they had to take the pen away from me.
that's supposed to be a good thing.

but i need a sixty percent to pass.
*fingers crossed.
i'll let it rest til the end of February.

i see it really fitting to say that i had my exam in the chapel.
literally.
seriously.
like God's watching me somehow.
no, not adding to the pressure,
but more of a.. comforting experience.
=)


Chinese New Year's coming up.
i need to find myself something red to wear.
that's basically just another excuse to go shopping.
but no.
new years resolution.
or chinese new year resolution,
whichever you prefer..
NO SHOPPING THIS SEMESTER.
yes.
it's gonna be tough.
even mom knows it's gonna be tough,
she knows well enough that i'm a shoppaholic.
a good mom she is,
she didn't send me for rehab.
yes.
no shopping.
i'll see how long that'll last.

and groceries don't count.