I am Jane's top ten reasons why my mum and I cannot go along

1. Double standards. What she has done, I cannot do. Reason being the world has changed and there are more bad people around. I don't understand. How is it that humanity is worse now than it was before? Back then there were rapists and burglars as well. What's so different about today and yesterday? She went all over the world when she was 18. I'm already 19 now. Why can't I go see the world? I'm going to go overseas anyway, whether she likes it or not. So I might as well give it a try now before I get a culture shock later. At least it'd be easier for me to settle in.
   
2. Suspicion. If she had her way, I'd be walking around with a CCTV camera on my head. I know I'm still young, but somebody has to teach the woman how to LET GO! I wonder what would have happened if I got the JPA scholarship instead of my brother, or better still, we BOTH got some scholarship and went overseas. Why does she have to monitor everything I do?
3. Guys are Martians we cannot trust. Indian guys, they are the worse. At least that's what she thinks! It so happens that my best friend and my beau are INDIAN GUYS. She already knows that my best friend is Indian, and she thinks that we're actually going out together. And today, as she was rummaging through my stuff AGAIN, she found a GROUP picture with my beau inside and her direction skipped all the Chinese guys and went only to him. I don't understand why my parents are so racist and what's wrong with Indian guys. As if Chinese guys are any better. I've met a lot of HORRIBLE CHINESE GUYS (not to say I haven't met any nice ones), but I don't understand why skin colour makes a person worse than another.
4. Over-protective paranoia. I know I'm a girl, and I know I made mistakes, but I've long moved on, SO SHOULD SHE!! I don't like the fact that she keeps harping on one mistake and that she'll take it with her through out the rest of my life for as long as her lips can move. I want to see the world. The more she wants to suppress me the more I want to fly away. I think that children are like water, if you give them clear paths, and freedom to make choices, they will flow smoothly and gently. But if you suppress them, or block all their freedom, they will start to find little cracks and holes, and even weak points to break even the biggest dam on earth. That's exactly how I feel, the more she wants me to stay, the more I want to go. The more she nags, the more she suppresses me, the farther I want to go. And once I leave, I will never come back. The other day, my dad's friend and my parents were talking about how their children should not fly too far away so that their parents can visit. That's the whole point! We don't want you to visit. If we want to see you, we will come back.
   
5. Distrustful. To say that I've never done anything for her to distrust me would be an utter and complete lie. But sometimes, parents don't know what's best for you. If my mother had her way, I would have been in Taiping doing my Form 6 and I wouldn't be here because I would have definitely flunked it because what I hate, I cannot do. Nevertheless, everything I say to her is a lie. Everytime I'm out, she will ask me "Where are you?" "What are you doing?" "Who are you with?" "When do you plan to go home?". Sometimes, when she asks me whom I'm out with. I just simply babble a name because if I gave her some new name, she would ask who the person is, which would lead to who his/her parents are, what do they do, where is she/he from..etc. I'M OUT CAN'T YOU WAIT UNTIL I GET BACK BEFORE YOU INTERROGATE ME? Even worse, she tells me that I shouldn't walk on the streets while talking on the phone, but when it's she who's calling me, and I tell her that I'm walking or on the bus, she'll say "Okay, okay. Call me when you reach home, don't be late. Remember to SMS. How are you going back? By the way, have you eaten? Did you know this and that did this and that?" Seriously, double standards again.
6. Don't go out so often. I know my limits lar. In fact, I haven't been out for a very long time. I know that if she had her way, she'd put a tracking device on me, or even attach me to a leash. URGH!!! Now you know why I want freedom so much. When I was a kid, I wasn't even allowed to go for birthday parties until I was 9-10. I don't understand what kind of mentality she has. If she could, I guess she'd put me in a cage in a corner of the house.
7. Mental torture and abuse. It's true, the words she uses, it's not borderline abuse, it's downright abusive and manipulative! She makes me feel bad when I haven't done anything wrong. There's always this fear inside of me. Like I said, my biggest enemy is her. I guess my only motivation is to overcome her.
   
8. Misunderstanding. The woman can't understand simple English. I'm telling her A B C, she's telling me Z Y X. And then she'll insist that she's right. And when she's proven wrong, she still has to be right. This sometimes involves a third party PROVING HER WRONG and she making a fool of herself by still insisting that she's right. Sometimes it's embarrassing. I thank God I don't spend much time in Taiping town.
9. Violation of Privacy. I like the way I organize my things. Sometimes it's messy, but it's an organized mess. I know where my things are so I know where to get them when I need them. Woman comes and messes up my stuff. She'll dig and forage through my things, and then misplace them somewhere else. Not only that, when I ask her where she put my things, she'll give me the generic "How would I know? You're always misplacing stuff". Well, if you didn't touch them, they wouldn't go missing! Very often I go home and see my room VERY EMPTY compared to how I left it the last time. And so, I had to LOCK ALL MY TOYS in my cupboard because she likes to DIG. Everytime I go back, there's always something missing. I won't be surprised to find that my whole room is missing one day. She's even spread her violation over here, digging through my cupboard, finding the tiniest evidence of distrust. Ohmigod. Please just leave my stuff alone!
10. I'm just never good enough. Just because other children have lousy parents and they do just fine, I'm supposed to do better because I have supposedly "GOOD" parents. My parents don't spoil me, and they TRY to set a good example, but I think they're giving the wrong signals. So no, they are not the best parents in the world. My mum has to learn that. Somebody please tell her that she's human as well and is prone to errors. I don't want a super mum if it means having her only 10 times worse. If anyone can stand up to my mother and tell all these to her face, I'd be forever in your debt. I seriously seriously am so fed up of her. I want to run, but I can't run. ARGHH!!! I better find a way to escape before she drives me crazy!
    

I am Jane's Nearing Future

You know how you always hear people saying cheesy slogans like "The Future is NOW!" and stuff like that? Well, I'm guessing that they don't really know the meaning of it. But I do!

I have always been very enthusiastic when it comes to doing anything that will bring me closer to my future, i.e. escaping from mum. That being with an exception to studying real hard. It's not like I don't study at all, it's just that I don't study as hard as I'm supposed to. I know for a fact that if I really pay attention and really put in the hours, I can do much better than I am doing. Needless to say, I think I value life a little too much to spend it all on books. But then again, I don't really have a social life right now, safe for the little outings here and there. In fact, I myself, have insistently and purposely secluded myself and shunt out the world just so I won't have an excuse to stay out late on useless 'yumcha' sessions, with my heart beating fast because I know I should be home studying for a test in a few days time.

Let me get this straight. I HATE 'YUMCHA' sessions, and I even hate the term 'YUMCHA'. Why? Because it sounds so boring and lame. Not only that, I believe it's something that only old men do. BALDING OLD MEN, whose kids have left the nest, and who refuses to go back to a NAGGY MENOPAUSAL OLD LADY, who can't get enough, or rather who's not getting 'any', who gossip more than the women at the hair saloon, who wear those plain white shirts which fit so tightly to show their bellies, and whose pants are worn either too high right up to their diaphragms or too low because they couldn't get enough cloth to cover their big bellies. And so, I do not understand why youth today, who have much better things to do, have decided that they too, want to be like this old men who sit in the coffee shop with a single glass of kopi-o in those crack-filled, off-white cup-and-saucers shaking their legs, waiting for the first drop of rain to fall. I don't have anything against old men, I just think that 'yumcha' is a waste of time.

However, that being said, I don't really mind the term 'lepak'. In fact, I like 'lepak-ing'. Perhaps it's because 'lepak' involves other things BESIDES sitting down and drinking ais kosong at the mamak (seriously, I know people who do such things*hint: his name starts with G). It's not like I have to be on my feet all the time, walking here and there, I do enjoy sitting down at Starbucks (No, I'm not implying I'm highclass, it's just that I've so happened to ONLY lepak there), Hartamas Square, Republic, or wherever... (just not in a mamak, because I hate the smell of unclean floors, and I SUPER HATE looking at what they do with food). But at least, besides sitting down, 'lepak-ing' also involves walking around aimlessly, playing snooker, throwing your friends into the pool, and the likes. Now, how on earth are you supposed to do that, when you only limit your 'yumcha' to drinking tea?

I don't even know why I went there. Nevertheless, this semester has gone by pretty quickly, and I'm getting quite used to this lifestyle. In fact, I believe this has been quite a smooth sailing journey, despite my having being admitted into the hospital, ear bleeding, and stuff like that. I guess I'm growing up. I feel more composed, not all over the place. It's like I've managed to pick up the bits and pieces and hold them still. Let's just hope it stays this way. I wouldn't mind! I know it's a little bit boring, but dullness is easier to fix than heart break. I've even come to the point where I've succeeded in ridding myself of un-answerable questions such as "Why not?", "I wonder why", "Maybe", and "Was it a lie?". Because I feel that it's not worth it.

Nevertheless, in a blink of an eye, I'm finally where I envisioned myself to be almost two years ago. It might have taken me longer to reach here, but at least I'm here. I'm just praying hard I'll be allowed to stay HERE and not be force to step back. But now that the future is so near, I'm a bit apprehensive about what to do. I've always worked for it, but now that it's mine to grab, I just don't know what to do!

For example, the thesis project for my degree will be starting the minute I finish my exams. Being the typical me, I lunged right into it without any second-guessing! It has always been my policy to strike while the iron is hot because I don't want to miss out on anything (past experience has taught me that). However, that policy has its shortcomings. Like, not being able to get the best deal, and sometimes regret follows suit. Whatever it is, I'm sure I was the first person to enquire about the project, and obviously pay for it. Once you pay for it, that's when everything is final. I even looked up the lecturer to tell him that I want to start the project earlier than the rest. I guess it's justifiable since he is the only good lecturer left whom I know of and is approachable since the other lecturers have left or are not mentoring anymore. And I just looked up the topics of which I must choose from:

1. An organisation’s budgetary control system and its links with performance management and decision making
2. How the introduction of a new technology can assist an organisation in achieving its business objectives
3. The impact of an aspect of impending legislation on the operations and financial position of an organisation
4. The impact of e-business on an organisation
5. The effects of globalisation on an organisation
6. The key factors or indicators in the motivation of employees in an organisation
7. The restructuring of an organisation’s operational activities and the effect on the organisation’s financial performance
8. The business and financial performance of an organisation over a three year period
9. The planning and implementation of an information system in an organisation
10. The effectiveness of the use of costing techniques within an organisation
11. The financial and operational costs and benefits of the internal audit / internal review activities within an organisation
12. The possible effects of a proposed accounting standard on the financial statements and business activities of an organisation
13. The relationship between an organisation’s human resources activities and its business objectives
14. The business and financial objectives of a strategic investment decision made by an organisation and its impact on key stakeholders
15. The management of an organisation’s working capital over a three year period and its impact on the organisation’s funding strategies
16. The financial and operational risk management within an organisation
17. The quality of the corporate governance within an organisation and the impact on an organisation’s key stakeholders
18. The marketing strategy of an organisation and its effectiveness
19. The financial and operational consequences of a merger between two organisations or of the acquisition of one organisation by another
20. An organisation's corporate social responsibility policies, including business ethics, and their impact on business practice and key stakeholders.

(http://www.accaglobal.com/students/study_exams/qualifications/degree/RAP/topic_areas)

Honestly, I have no idea what half of them are talking about, and am just guessing the other half. I hate project like these where I have to CHOOSE!! Why can't they just give us an ultimatum; this, or that. Not, A, B, C up to Z! I'm thoroughly confused as to which one to pick. I know I'll definitely do something about costing and management accounting, but WHICH ONE??? I hate the fact that I'm over ambitious, I always want to do this, that and everything under the sun, but with time constraint (thank God for such a thing), and procrastination, I never achieve what I plan to do, only part of it. And being a perfectionist, I always go too in depth, hence not covering enough grounds. I just know that I won't finish this in time. I'll start digging for information, and at first, it will look as if I don't have anything to talk about at all. And then I will procrastinate, and when the time constraint suddenly hits me, that's when the bottleneck will come in. Suddenly, everything will look relevant, and all the relevant things will have more things relevant to them, and those things will have an even deeper and wider scope to cover, and all of a sudden, I'm talking about a totally different thing, and then perhaps, I'll consider changing my topic. How on earth do I overcome this? I just hope the P1 exam wont be like this.

Other than that, I don't know how many papers to do next semester. Can you imagine that??? I have a remaining total of 4 papers to do (that is, if I clear all the papers this semester), and the dilemma consists of:

• taking 2 papers for 2 semesters, which means that I will have to stay here up to December 2009, which means that my mum will have to fork out almost RM4000 extra (which I know she doesn't mind, but will remind me about it for the rest of my life) compared to the other options.
  
• taking 3 papers next semester, and in my final semester, start working full time, as well as take my last paper part time, with a basic salary of RM2600 (today's current market rate offered by BDO Binder), which would add to my PER requirement to become an ACCA member. However, one of the papers that I MUST do next semester is called P2 Corporate Recording, which means that Menon is back in my life. I love how she teaches, because I don't have to go back and study after that. But I don't like her attitude. We're students! Not crap! I was lucky enough to have a calmer Menon during my F7, but apparently the dropping passing rates are driving her up the wall again, let's just see what happens next semester, maybe I'll be lucky again. By the way, this woman gives 12 hours of lectures a week, which means that if I'm going to be taking 3 papers, I'm going to be killing myself with almost every day of class, again! And after what I've gone through this semester, with only a three-day-week, i really don't feel like stressing up myself like that. I find it so much easier to breathe with the space I'm having now.
  
• taking 3 papers next semester, and then one in my final, but working towards a World Prize. Maybe this is far-fetched, but something tells me I have what it takes. It's just that I don't have enough time. And so, perhaps concentrating on one paper will definitely ensure that I will get a World Prize, and of course, a better job opportunity. Perhaps I'll go freelancing around. I'm already freelancing and the money is good, although I know it can be better. So maybe I will be able to convince her to let me stay outside and get me a car. I will, anyway, be paying for it, and I will have to use it once I start working.
  

In conclusion, I don't know when to graduate.

I need to do a cost-benefit analysis. That's the accountant speaking, by the way. I love costing. I don't know why I didn't think of CIMA in the first place, which leads to my next confusion, to CIMA or not to CIMA, that is the question. I know I definitely don't want to stop here. I know I want to get a PHd, and I know I love costing, but do I really want to put myself through all the pain of exams once I'm done with ACCA, just to get another professional certificate? I know people like Peter will tell me that I don't need it, but I want it! And that's why I don't know what to do. Need and want are two different things. But what if CIMA will give me a better, happier, more self-satisfactory job and life? And what if it doesn't? Also, I will have to pay for not one, but TWO freaking expensive professional fees in FOREIGN CURRENCY. And not just any foreign currency, but in POUNDS!! Which is almost 7 times our own currency on normal days, and close to 6 during recession, which is still freaking EXPENSIVE. By the way, our DPM thinks that we MALAYsians have a very high saving rate. Yes, we save more than Americans, ON AVERAGE, but please go to the shopping malls, and see the way *ahem certain people spend money (I'm not talking about myself). It's as if there is no tomorrow! It's as if money is going out of fashion and they need two freaking bright red sofas from Ikea, when they can get 5 for the same price at their beloved Court's Mammoth, which is ironically situated near Ikea.

I don't even know why I'm blogging. Probably too stressed up. I've attended Mr. Goh's class religiously, although I missed the morning part of today's because the medicine made me so drowsy. I fell really sick two days ago, and yesterday, Auntie talked Sunil (I'm guessing it wasn't his own initiative since I'm not Calista) into drag me to the clinic. It was kind of weird because it seems like we've ran out of things to talk about. Maybe we're growing out of each other. I don't know. I don't have time to think about that. I've now developed a "whatever shall be, shall be policy" when it comes to friendship. I really can't be bothered about people who can't be bothered anymore. Because I've learnt to live with what I have and make the best out of it.

Anyway, I went to class in the afternoon, and I must say, I hate hardworking people. I hate people who think that they are better/ smarter than you are. I hate people who look down upon you. It's as if, if they cock-stared you down hard enough, you won't be able to rise up again. I so want to show this people that they're just not all that. And I don't know why I always work on negative vibes, such as nervous energy, wanting to prove others wrong, and wanting to make them swallow their own words. So let me rephrase that, I hate kiasu people, and I hate people who belittle other people. What happen to late bloomers and silent killers? I don't understand why they won't help and insist on lying. Urgh! I miss having Kuan and Angeline in class with me. Classes are so lonely without them, I still have friends, but they aren't as reliable and trustworthy as Kuan and Angeline. Am looking forward to next semester when they'll hopefully come back. I know that being a professional, your coursemates never last, but I believe in the case of Kuan and Angeline, we'll always be in touch. Because what one lacks, someone will compensate.

By the way, my audit lecturer is resigning. He was supposed to be the lecturer for P3 next semester, but now they've left it to Menon's brother (whom I heard, thank God, is nothing like her). But that would mean that there will be sibling rivalry again! Even Mr. Marcus couldn't steal time from Menon, so now I'm wondering how Dinesh is going to do the same from his much more dominant and loud sister. Funny, how I never liked my audit lecturer, but I do admire his brains, and the way he deciphers information. Makes it so much easier to swallow. At the same time, I don't like how he manages time and his favouritism. I guess everything has its pros and cons.

I don't even know what I'm doing blogging at this state. I'm supposed to be studying. I have to cover law, audit and corporate governance. I don't want to be over-confident this round. I want to do well, to keep my second class upper grade.

Here's to the future...Cheers!


By the way, today, or rather a few hours ago, someone turned a ripe 22.

Happy birthday boo...

will make it up to you with Mango Cheesecake when you come back..

I am Jane, paranoid!!!

Today, while I was rewarding myself with a short (but turned out to be long) afternoon nap, I felt this stupid mosquito fly around me, making their irritating sound. And being a person who DOES NOT kill mosquitoes or flies, or any other things, I decided to live and let live. Later on, when I was fully awake, I saw the same bloody mosquito again (because the mosquito population up here is not big, therefore the possibility of that mosquito being the same one that bit me is very likely), now all bloody fat and jolly flying around me. Apparently the greedy PIG mosquito decided that it didn't get enough and came back for seconds, maybe thirds or fourths! A closer look gave me a full view of its STRIPED BODY and STRIPED LEGS. And that's when the paranoia settled in. Apparently these creatures DO NOT deserve to live. Because they turn around and bite you everywhere! You won't believe what I did to kill it. I had to crawl under the bed, jump on my bed when it was resting on the ceiling, climb on the table when it flew near the aircond, and finally, I decided to use myself as bait, which worked. And now the stupid mosquito is resting in pieces on my desk, for close inspection. I google-imaged "aedes" to confirm my 'catch' and now I'm freaking out because by the time the incubation period and everything is over, I would be sitting for my exams!! :s some one please help, how do I kill the virus before it spreads? Why do stupid things like this happen to me?? ARRGHHH... I wonder if it has been slowly feeding on me before this, because for the past few days I've been having headaches and muscle aches..Shit!! This cannot be happening to me! Stupid bloody mosquito. You had better not bred in my room. I blame my housemates. They freaking don't know how to keep the place clean. My roommate is just as irritated. I hope the flies and cockroaches go over there, and not here.

I am Jane in Exile once again

Today marks the day that I will enter my last exam exile for this year. Hopefully, two more before I'm finally done. Wish me luck, and a miracle. Won't be on facebook, friendster, or any of that stuff until 8th of December, when I get emancipated, although I will still be working a bit. Don't tempt me!! You know, if it were a lot easier to post photos up, my blog wouldn't be so wordy as it is right now. Nevertheless, I like words, and if you don't then too bad.

Bye peeps. See you on the eight..By the way, Premzy is coming back for a week, although I doubt I'll get a chance to see her. :(

p/s: tried installing Photoshop CS3 just now and it drove me bonkers! So if anyone has done it, and has a fool-proof step-by-step dummies' guide, please send it to me.

I am Jane's Inspiration

It just comes like a bullet train and hits you faster than you can say "Why didn't it come before now?".

Unfortunately, it always comes at a time when I need to be doing other things; such as sleeping, which I'm obviously NOT right now. Although I really should, because I have class at 8am tomorrow, and I plan on waking up at 6am, which is like in one and a half hour's time.

And then tomorrow, or in a few hours time, when I wake up, it's gone. As fast as it hit me, it leaves just as velociously, just like a bullet train.


SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP!!! Why do I sleep so easily when I don't need to, sleep even more when I'm not supposed to, and CAN'T sleep at all when I need to?

I am Jane's 6-monthly routine

I wonder if it's some evil joke that my birthday is half a month away from the June exams and his birthday is a few days from my December exams, hence, we never got to do the whole "surprise birthday treat" thing. I know he'd say it's partially my fault, but I really wasn't in the mood during then, for what reasons I shall not say.

Tomorrow marks the beginning of my long-hours-of-class torture, with Mr Marcus, starting of the race. Seriously, I don't understand why 'smart people' like the ACCA admins would want to schedule non-stop long hours of classes for us (which sometimes can range from 8am to 9pm, no joke) when we all know that we all have short attention spans. Yes, I agree that the long hours are good because of the momentum, but i think 10 hours is a bit too much, don't you think? No point arguing, I still have about only a year left to go. So, let's just get this over with, shall we?

Right now, I have this stupid thought in my head. I just checked out CIMA's website and apparently I'd be almost where I am if I switched over. I so want to, but I don't want to because I want to finish what I started, but I just know that I'll do better in CIMA. And then there's the question of getting BOTH, and then paying a hefty annual subscription fee just to be a member of their 'professional body'. I don't know. Apparently I'm not the only one who's thinking about my dreams, ambitions and goals. I guess it's the season.

And apparently everyone has this "I-had-a-bad-childhood/school-experience-with-friends-so-I-bottle-everything-up-and-surround-myself-with-this-glass-ball-inside-which-nobody-can-touch-me" syndrome, or also the "Nobody-understands-me-and-what-I-go-through-and-they-all-want-me-to-listen-to-them-so-I-just-put-on-this-fake-smile-and-go-on-with-life" syndrome. It's got me wondering. WHY CAN'T WE ALL BE LESS COMPLICATED? This, coming from the girl who can't decide what type of person she is. Very original. Wait, I take that back. I DO know what kind of personality I am. I'm the very-hard-to-figure-out-myself personality. Ahahaha, so lame. I know. I blame the exam stress.

Was dog-sitting Kaiser puppy the whole of yesterday night and today. He has been a good puppy, except for when he pooped and peed in the kitchen umpteen times, and once in front (but not inside) of his own private toilet. Eventually, I got fed up and we had this understanding that he can roll and lick his own poop and pee for all I care, not that I don't care about him, but I know he's purposely doing it just because his master isn't home. Did I mention that Kaiser is sexually attracted to my beau? I don't know why. I had to constantly remind him that the beau is MY BOYFRIEND and he should go look for his own kind. His neediness really melts my heart, but his cheekiness sends me shooting through the roof! (and by cheekiness, I mean his pooping and peeing habits). There were times when he'd notice that my beau was sitting next to me, and he'd get all needy, and sit right in between the both of us. Although strangely, when he wanted to sleep, he chose to sleep beside me, under my armpit, or he'd literally walk all over me and then settle for my feet. Oh, Kaiser I'm going to miss you wherever you're going to be when your master leaves!

On another note, Sunil's curse is working. I think I'm breaking down. Can my undergrad doctor friends please graduate soon so I can bully you into curing me? It started with the numb ear, and the whole ear pressure thing which I've always had, and then I started making hollow noises when I breathed through my nostrils, and now, my the muscles on the outer part of my left eye feels dead. Not only that, I suddenly feel anaemic once again. Maybe it's because of the shortage of food. But I must persevere! The last time I felt anaemic was when I was in school, I'd get this black-out spells (although I've never actually fainted), and I'd feel as if for a split second my body just switched off and on again, sort of like a reboot. And sometimes, I'd just see stars although I didn't knock my head anywhere. Oh, what to do, what to do!

Last but not least, I am a genius, because I managed to book a room in a fully-booked hotel, which was supposed to be in low season, but we saw plenty of tourists there. The downside was, it was crazy waiting for your turn to check-in! And for once, I'm glad that I decided to leave early because the queue was even worse when it was almost our turn to check in. Apparently guests have been arriving since 4am to check in. Madness! Speaking of which, on the contrary, I never learn my lesson. The night before, we had planned to leave at 8am, seeing that we already booked the hotel, checked the bus schedule and everything. Guess what time we reached Terminal Putra? 8am on the dot. Okay, maybe a little before, but just enough time to get the tickets, and by the time I did that, the bus had already started its engine. Trust me for my impeccable timing. I'm never late, never early. Always on time. It's always the other outer factors that mess with my timing. Luckily, I have beau to nag me for that. He always get ready half an hour earlier.

However, our trip was unsatisfactory. Deluxe view room turned out to be a view of someone's back of the building. And when I checked it out, apparently the deluxe room with-no-view, have windows facing each other! how creepy is that. there's this tiny air vent area with beams across it. I bet if someone wanted to climb over, they could! As a kid, I remembered going crazy over this chicken chop which cooked in front of me on a hot piece of rock. I remembered it to be really good too. And so, this time around, being the first time in five years I will be visiting Genting, I decided that I should pay the old chicken chop a tribute. Turns out it was still there. The name of the shop is Hot Rock @ The Kopitiam, First World Plaza. The place has turned so crappy! I don't know if the rocks have been replaced, but they still looked the same. Although, the piece of chicken seemed to have shrunk significantly, and it didn't taste as good. Oh, the disappointment. By the way, can you imagine that the famously-labelled-expensive Genting has an equally famously-expensive MNG OUTLET there??? I tell you, if I had the cash to spend, I would have gone crazy there. In the words of the beau "Har, finish lar!". I also went into the casino =D. Yes, I'm very proud of myself, if you're wondering. I have no business to be in there, but you know me. I just want a taste of the forbidden fruit. No, I didn't gamble. Beau was all protective and stuff, saying that if I wanted to gamble, it must be done through him, and I cannot touch anything or if I got caught, I'd be in big trouble. In the end, he didn't gamble as well, seeing that their minimum was RM50 and he didn't believe in beginner's luck. Other than that, Coffee Terrace's sushi and sashimi was a disappointment, but luckily they had other food to compensate for the suckiness. Their desserts were served WARM (WTF!), and some looked good, but tasted horrible, and some looked bland, but tasted FANTASTIC! And needless to say, the next morning's First World Cafe Buffet breakfast was crappy as well. All in all, first world is just for gamblers to put up. And so, next trip, Theme Park Hotel. Photos will be posted later after my exams.