SIGS

I suddenly feel immense pride in my School. After all, it was once upon a time huge back in the day. Zainah Anwar, of Sisters-in-Islam, one of the leaders of the progressive feminist Islamic movement, is from SIGS.

I have only faced an open racist taunt once from a teacher throughout 5 years I've spent there, with a blank shocked look I stared, the teacher responded "I am only stating the fact". Saleha was her name, a total contradiction to that veil she was wearing.

We bitched among ourselves, never brought it up to the big people. Thought it was going to get me expelled. Wasn't much of a rebel as I thought I was. Until today, I cannot forget how the anger boiled in me having to sit at the same table as her. And when she left, I blew.

I have faced numerous other 'race' based bias in respect to the co-curriculum sector. Red tapes and permission issues. Even if I wasn't the one directly dealing with the teacher, this was one of the demotivating factor that makes me regret to even want to be part of something.

Racism even existed between those who were teaching. What kind of students are they going to mould if they are so bent on reinstating the wrong discourse?

Once upon a time, this didn't exist. This is the reason SIGS's 'hugeness' was once upon a time.

I hope they try hard enough to get it back.

Mechanics.

Mechanics are awesome.

*sly*

Today I met someone I wish I hadn't. I believe people who can't get along, should never try. They should never fake it. Even if for some reason they do fake it, it takes a good deal of faking skills to not seem insincere with your body language. I am just not that kind of person who can do that. I'm very direct. It doesn't take rocket-science for people to read me. For some cases, good and for some not so. Of course, this aspect proved to be the worst for one of the most potential friendships I had in life. Lol.

But really. To be honest. There is this part of me that wished I was more forgiving as a person. But one can only tolerate this much. When lines are crossed, there is no turning back.

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1. Daiman's new badminton court is awesome! I super love the flooring. It beats wood any day!

2. Malaysian signage must improve. REALLY. (I got lost in Johor after I decided to detour on my way home)

3. Steamboat + Karaoke + BBQ. Omg. Loves.

4. Monopoly City is complicated but fun. HAHAHAHAHA. X)

Cleaner Air

I spoke to a stranger today. In a steam room. Random. Never got her name though but she was from Kuching, teaching in a university nearby.

There I was looking for an empty Steam room and too bad for me both are occupied (For some strange reason Pulai Springs was very crowded today). Therefore I crashed hers.

After a few moments of silence, the room started cooling down and we complained to each other the steam thinggy wasn't working. I know how this room works. It has temperaments. But the steam worked again shortly.

We were chatting about the state and as expected, she said what ALL (notice the caps) people say to me about this very place where I grew up in 17 frikkin years of my life.

She used the word JB and nothing-much-to-do in the same sentence! I suspected she was just being politically correct when she meant Boring.

Which I proceed to weigh the pros and cons of agreeing with her. Like as much as I hate to admit it, Johor is definitely nothing like KL.


There's no MOS in Johor.
The biggest mall in Johor is about the quarter the size of Pyramid.
We have a Sungei Wang equivalent in town.
We don't have much decorative lights.
We don't have a fetish for HUGE mega malls.
We have to fight with Singaporeans for parking space.
We have to pay to use the toilet.

BUT

We have cleaner air.
We have cleaner water.
We have cheaper food.
We have tall buildings. (and it's not made of wood)
We don't have to pay toll when we leave the house.
JB not that big. So when you travel you don't use much petrol either.
Cheap booze - Absolut Currant 2 Litre only cost 68 bucks.

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Haih. But there's no MOS/MV/1U/Pyramid.

Being a helpful Johorean, I suggested a few place for her to hang out in. But the things to do are either too far or you need to get on an MRT (cross the expressway before that even).

I realized I was sinking into the verge of a mental breakdown looking for something to say to defend my hometown!

Okay, I exaggerated a bit. But you get the drift.

Horrified with my discovery and a lacking opinions (LOL) I agreed with her. =P

Fine. JB is boring. I am feeling it too. I'm about to run out of things to do. I also do realize I'm about to live in a place that closes everything at 5pm next year.

*puts anti-seizure drugs in suitcase*

The End! (of my pointless ramblings).