Tiring days ahead.

It's the end of February, might as well put one picture to commemorate my busy day this month. Been busy for the past few weeks. And injured too. Been meaning to write about that. Next time maybe. So this is me in blue Kebaya and the two lovely classmates, the bride and the groom, who wore a Bajau wedding dress for our EDU 3106 exhibition. Voila! Good job everyone! Assignments and practicum next in line. 

Oh how I look good in blue.  :D

lotsoflove

~taya~xoxo

Acridophobia

Since I escape my jogging routine today coz I am so tired cleaning my room, let’s write then.

I have Acridophobia. What’s an Acridophobia you say? It’s an abnormal fear of grasshoppers and locusts. Now you know. This is my greatest phobia of all. And I seriously mean it. This phobia might kill me anytime soon.

I don’t exactly remember when I developed this phobia. I remember when I was a little kid, I enjoyed catching baby grasshopper with my siblings. Those little little grasshopper is so tiny and cute. But then as I grow up, my grandma and mother used to tell me that grasshopper is a bad omen. It you see one in the house, catch it and kill it coz that’s probably buatan orang. The grasshopper may make you sick or some sort. I’m not sure if it’s true though. You know older people have different thinking and they always exaggerate thing. And I guess it probably influenced me and brainwashed me into thinking that grasshopper is a MONSTER!

I remember one time, I almost black out when I saw this BIG Black-ish ugly grasshopper in front of me. I even cried. Luckily Aldo was with me and I hide behind him all the time. Damn those grasshopper, can fly some more. So big like bird. Damn damn damn. I'm afraid I might grab anyone if I saw it in front of me again. I seriously cannot stand it.

I also afraid of praying mantis. I saw it one time at my house and I run like hell to hide behind my younger brother and forced him to kill it, on the spot. And I laughed crazily after that. My inner serial killer comes out. I don't have problem if it stays at one place, the thing is it can fly. It might fly towards me and I might hurt myself trying to get rid of it. You see how dangerous it is with me?!

My friends’ theory about why I have this phobia is that, grasshopper is green. I don’t eat vegetable which is green. That’s why I hate it. When I think of it, those grasshopper should be thankful to me coz I don’t eat their source of food. Damn this phobia.

They say to cure phobia is to embrace it. You mean embrace those ugly grasshopper, no hell no. Even the thought of it make me shudder. Excuse me, I go vomit now.

(I HATE INSECTS)

Taya hates MONSTER

~taya~xoxo

The perks of "looking" like Chinese. HCNY!

The second day of Chinese New Year. And here I am sitting in my room, eating chocolate instead of rice. That’s what happens when laziness strikes. And yeah, happy February! It’s gonna be a good February ahead I hope.

So 2 days ago, I went to pay my broadband with my buddies. After that, we went to Ipoh parade for a quick visit, and by quick visit I mean we went there without even entering any shops because we don’t have money! Dayum allowance! Ok so we did enter Popular and bought some books. Cheap book. So, when I went to pay my book at the counter, the cashier automatically speak with me in Chinese. Mandarin to be exact otherwise I wouldn't answer her.

You see, throughout the year I've been living in west Malaysia, most of the people always mistake me for a Chinese. I am not offended though because I can speak Chinese. Sometimes, they also mistaken me for either a Filipino, Thai, Vietnamese…the list goes on. Naa, I am not offended at all. Someday I will just answer yes to whatever question they ask me regarding my origin. And when they finally realize that I am a Sabahan, I’m just gonna laugh it off and let them deal with that fact. In your face.

Now, the perks of looking like a Chinese is that, you can get a discount when you buy from a Chinese store. I’m not sure why, but it’s true. It rarely happens at Sabah (I mean giving discount thingy) because most of the Chinese shop owners know that I am not Chinese. One prominent feature that most of Sabahans have is we have a slightly slanted eyes. I am sure Sabahans can relate. I always thought I have Chinese blood and when trace back, no, completely not. Am little disappointed at that fact.

Now, the good thing living in west Malaysia is that, the Chinese shop owner doesn't know I am not Chinese. They usually just speak in Chinese and I just go with the flow. My disadvantage is, my Chinese is getting rusty so when they begin to talk in “deep” Chinese, I have to stop them and tell them I am not Chinese. Their reaction is usually the same reaction I got every time, Super shock! Maybe that’s because I speak fluent Mandarin. But most of people in Ipoh speak Cantonese. I don’t speak Cantonese, but I understand it. Some of it. Watching Hong Kong dramas when I was little really help.

And so, once again, I am pure Sabahan who speaks Chinese. And I have slanted eyes but I don’t have fair skin though. Damn.

Happy Chinese New Year 2014! It’s the year of the horse! 

Taya who looks like Chinese but is not Chinese.

HCNY 2014!xoxo