Thursday, 17 December 2009


although title sounds like a really controversial complex subject and if you're thinking its going to be a heavy post. it's not going to be at all.

I didn't specifically want to put Christianity, but thats what this post is mainly about. Firstly, I'd like to admit, I am not a Christian, nor do I follow any religion. I've noticed that there are lots of Chinese christians though, there's even a chinese christian fellowship in my university town, which really surprised me, well not really surprised, i found out about them last year when they shoved a xmas gathering invite in my hand because they saw that i was chinese. To be honest, the name made me laugh, it evoked memories of lord of the rings. I guess my point here is- I didn't realise Church was such a big thing for chinese students because all the friend i have, i never really go into the subject of religion, it just never came up and nor would i like to bring it up because it's not my preference.

I grew up without having any sort of religion forced upon me, this is talking in terms of my parents. Of course i had outside influence, i went to a church of england school that did have rare trips to the church [e.g lent] and the occasional barmy religious aunt. My parents, however, did not force any religion on me, and I'm glad they didn't. my dad was far too cynical and my mother, far too busy. We never had time to think and life just passed by peacefully. A lot of people found help in God, but we've never found the need for god, because my parents work so hard.

Friday, 27 November 2009

Defining the term 'Oriental'

Oriental is the term used in Britain do define anyone of east asian descent- be it chinese, korean, japanese, taiwanese etc.

There are huge differences in the usage of terms across geographical places, such as America and Britain, and call me a traitor but I prefer the Asian American train of thought so much more than that of the British. Asian Americans view the term as offensive and derogatory and I don't blame them, because it just rings heavily of colonialism. In this modern world, it is not at all correct to cling onto that part of history. Furthermore, as a history student, the term brings back memories of learning about the study of Orientalism, a term that defines and points out the flaws of historiographical evidence and research of Asia. The definition being that research about asia and the whatever asian countries they visited was purely a reflection on the colonialism and civilisation of their own civilisation-that of europe, the states and all things in between. I'm pretty sure that's not a good thing to be calling someone oriental.

I don't understand why British people are not making this term to be racist. the oxford dictionary states that it is 'a person from China, Japan or other countries in E Asia' and is 'OFTEN offensive' last updated 2005. 'often'? shouldn't it be always?

Tuesday, 3 November 2009

running, flying, independence

I run, when I feel pressured
I run, when i get bored
I run, when I can't take it anymore
I run, from my family
I run, from my friends
I run, in the metaphorical sense of course.

I don't intentionally run, of course. I ran from home to uni, whereas most of my british chinese friends kipped at home, and their uni was in london. I was so adamant in running, i made sure i didn't choose any london unis in my ucas choice list. That was the beginning of my habit of running away. I felt pressured if i was near parents and family friends, and i couldn't do that to myself anymore. I run from life's problems. I run from friends, which i don't intentionally do so, but I forget to call/ring because I don't find the time. i have the time, but i don't find it. =/ I also run when i get bored, i can't stay in one place for a long period of time, i much prefer to be independent and see the world for myself.

Im a bird. trying to fly. or so i think. and im not ready to give up running yet. Im enjoying it far too much.

Thursday, 17 September 2009


I'm having one of those depressing moments, when you feel like it wasn't worth it to move into a shared house, we have so much stuff to sort out, like bills, I AM CONSTANTLY giving out money to this place and its kinda sucking me dry, I really need to sort out a budget plan, but thing is, I don't have enough money to sort out a budget plan, I don't know when money comes through because i'm relying so much on my parents. siggh.

I'm having new house blues, where it's starting to hit me the reality of a shared house, like before, if i didn't want to deal with anyone, I didn't have to, i had my own apartment away from everyone in parkwood student village. My other three flatmates are USED to each other because they stayed in the same halls last year, so for me, it's REALLY hard to get into it, they all seem so close and also they don't piss each other off as much. Im feeling like I'm going to piss them off at one point and then it will be them against me because i'm pretty much the outsider here [because i lived in different halls last year]. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my flatmates, they are long time friends, but i haven't LIVED with them before, and i'm just pretty much scared by the thought of that. Plus i've found little things that are starting to bug me, like their food habits, I feel like i can't cook what I want because sometimes they are really fussy with food, like fish, I LOVE FISH, all i want to eat is fish, but they all have a fear of fish, like what it looks like and the smell. Same with seafood. Plus I'm a foodie, i fear no weird foods. They even find the thought of pigeon weird, whereas to me, I've been to a few restaurants that serve it, so it's pretty normal to me. I feel like if i do cook it, they'll say something bad about it, and when they do, that puts me off my food because i find it just rude to be narrowminded and fussy about food. call me a food snob but thats who i am.

Also, when they lived together last year, they formed a group of friends with some other people, that i still don't feel very close to. Maybe I'm not a great conversationist but it's still painful to feel left out. I know them but not great friends, there's still a gap between us and I'm 19, it's so hard to make friends, the older you get. Sometimes, because i feel so awkward, i can't actually be bothered.

ah sigh, maybe I'm just PMSing.

Sunday, 6 September 2009

cuteness overload

we got my two year old cousin his first lego set.


Sunday, 30 August 2009

when did saturdays die?

seriously, saturday's business has dropped EPICLY this summer in my restaurant. No one wants chinese food anymore =/

Wednesday, 12 August 2009

mr Killer Smile

There are days when you're feeling not that great at work and something comes in and makes your day. Cue mr killer smile. So here i was waiting for customers and this guy walks in, not that great looking and he asks if we have any jobs going, so i ask for his cv, he hasn't got one, and then i remembered my dad takes phone numbers anyways for potential workers, so

'You know what, stick your name and number down and we'll call you' I said
and he SMILES. Ohmygod. It WAS LIKE THE SUNSHINEEE. That instantly made him cuter.

Forget eyes, a great smile is what one needs on a dreary day. Perhaps this could be the weapon we need for our sushi bar, a waiter with an AMAZING smile.

Mr Killer smile definately made my day. =)

Sunday, 9 August 2009

Prank calls

Has anyone watched that channel 4 programme called FONEJACKER. it's the most hilarious thing i've seen, and theres always a prank call to a restaurant, which always remind me of some of the prank calls i've had at my restaurant. Clearly juvenile and always guys, what is it with guys that think prank calling a chinese restaurant for an 'onion bhaji' in an indian voice?

Clearly, if you're indian, you can make your own onion bhaji, and just because we're a chinese restaurant doesn't mean we have a CHINESY accent. It's especially fun when they do that and you say 'alright luv!' in a really british way and there's silence down the line. ANDD they're always laughing at the beginning, so you know its a prank call. =_= I mean, at least keep a straight face, I may be of foreign blood but I ain't stupid.

Friday, 17 July 2009

Thanks for saying it aloud

Don't you jsut hate it when you get those naiive friends/ relatives that don't know the meaning of too much information? Or the ones that never shut up. You love them and you hate them at the same time.

I have a friend like that. I've known her for years but she moved away to New Zealand a few years back and now she's back to visit me. =) So we're in a restaurant ( My parent's) and she'll shout over the table to wave at other customers or strike up a conversation. She's a lovable personality but then she turns around and says i talk to her too loud. Then i take off my cardigan because it's a little warm and she loudly says
other table 'I heard that'
I wanted to die, I spent the whole night is a fucking facepalm.

There's things you don't say out aloud L.
I love you but you're so fucking naiive with conversation.

Thursday, 16 July 2009





Tuesday, 23 June 2009

The waitress diaries, VOL.1

I realise that this blog is not only my place to release negative emotions at myself but also other people, mostly people i see at work, customers and staff that really make my blood boil. So like the nanny diaries, I'm starting to form this into one that i can relate to.


As some of you may know, I work as a waitress at my parents restaurant, amongst other things i do for them. Waitressing is the single most horrible job in the universe. Yes it's rewarding but 90% of the time, you want to strangle the customers, or your colleagues. mainly customers, which brings me to my next point, volume 1 focuses on CUSTOMERS, the bane of our existance and simultaneously, also the pain in our arse.

Depending on what restaurant you open, you get different types of customers. simple, yes? I work part time at the sushi bar occasionally, and yes, we are chinese people that opened a japanese sushi bar. Shoot me. No, we don't give a fuck that we're chinese and we're serving japanese food, because like any person, we're trying to make a living and at the time japanese was popular, it still is, just not in our town, we soon found out. Here, we also find customers that are STUPIDLY naiive about business. for example, they'll come in and ask whether we, the waitresses that SERVE food are chinese or japanese. we say the truth-chinese, these cunts customers immediately judge and turn away from the sushi bar. WHAT THE EFF. what the fricking eff is wrong with you, FYI you nasty little judgemental fucking bitches, your favourite sushi chains such as yo sushi, was even founded by a british WHITE dude. Wasabi, another chain is run by korean and wagamama was founded by a chinese dude. FACT.

Like them, we don't give a fuck, we just want $$$$$$. sounds selfish, but thats the way the world turns. you are seriously deluded if you think people open restaurants for the nice feeling... Restaurants are their lifesource, of course they're gona be fucking selfish. it's business.

I also have customers that think that they can treat us anyway they want, and they treat the staff really badly because they're not british. we employ from china mainly in the chinese restaurants and they're not great at english, but all they're trying to do is trying to understand what you want. No need to be rude. If you think the service is bad because of that, its because YOU treated us badly first. Big tip; be nice to the waiting staff, they're some seriously stressed bitchy people and they get nasty. [BEWAAARREEE]

Thursday, 18 June 2009

DRIVING. gaaah

I booked another driving lesson with another instructor tomorrow. I think I'm more scared than when i first started. I am SO FRICKIN' scared of driving. When i think about it, my heart beats really quickly and i hyperventilate. I am a bad driver, and i have proof of that, in the form of my last epicly failed driving test. I know I'm a bad driver and i keep thinking other people are going to laugh at me, I'm going to be the butt of people's jokes again. I always am.

I cant drive, I hat to drive and i'm still so freaking scared.

Tuesday, 16 June 2009

Home Sweet Home

I'm home, Uni's finally finished! I love being home, I'm elated to see my family again, but sometimes, they really grate on me. I know, it's been less than a day since i got back home and i gotta stay for a few months at least.

Seriously, Dad, the first words you say to me 'is how was your exam, i bet you failed because you went clubbing too much-thats the reason why you didn't come home?' WHAT THE EFF. I was only gone for 4 weeks, and the only place i went was town to see off international friends for lunch and one night at the summer ball. If you missed seeing me, in those 4 weeks, just say so, Don't be so damn spiteful. Saying i'll drop out because i didn't study because i went out is wrong. I have my own study plans, I'm freaking 19, I know you're paying for my studies, but I'm not as bad as you think.

Thats the thing, Everyone back home always ALWAYS think I'm worse than I am, and when i start believing that, I fall, crack, collapse in the worst way possible. It was the same with A levels, driving. One girl passed judgement on me before knowing anything, and in driving, everyone would joke how bad i was when they never saw me drive. I know, sticks and stones, but I'll admit, I'm not strong enough to deal with your judgements, I'm easily swayed by words, thats why i love reading. In reality, it's the worst trait possible.

The consequence, I seem to play down who i am now. I can't pinpoint any of my strong features. I've lost that girlish confidence inside. I get anxious when someone points out a flaw [e.g: personality, weight gain etc] I'm scared of my flaws.

Friday, 5 June 2009


So, mid-exam period. Nothing to do, because my next exam isn't until a week or so and being alone with only the 4 walls around me for company, I began to think. I thought alot in the past week or so, mainly my downfalls and thoughts and confusions that have plagued me ever since sixth form. Since i was 16. Most notably; Miss N.

Miss N was a girl who i used to be good friends with prior to being 16. She was in my classes at school and she was charming, smart, A grades, beautiful. She seemed genuinely like a nice girl. Oh how wrong I was. I was never great at seeing through people's facades. A flaw about myself which gets me hurt every friggin' time. When we were in GCSE, we virtually had the same subjects and in the summer of 2006, I introduced her to my then-boyfriend. Betch suddenly turns on me. very sublety. She basically flirted with him and boys minds wander. I expected it to. but she made sure i knew about it. At that point, I was 16, boys were just boys, relationship wasn't deep so, we broke up and i thought that now that she got what she wanted, she would stop making me feel bad. It didn't

In the next few months, she continued to annoy me, like saying how her other friends thought i wasn't hard working and they didn't know me. Why the fuck would you tell that to your friend if you know it will make them feel bad? everytime i talked to someone, she would butt in and take over the conversation, she would make friends with my friends. At one point, I would listen to a lot of indie, japanese and chinese music and she would too. She was trying to take over my identity, well cover it up. I wasn't pleased, didn't say a word. I got really bad grades that year, I guess i was depressed, but i didn't know it. I would eat to feel better. On results day, she saw i was crying over my results and bounded up to me full of life-'Oh yinnie, what did you get, I got all A's'

I finally realised, despite being less attractive, less brainy, less popular than her, I was still her target because when i didn't care, it seemed like i LET her win. She wanted to win fair and square. No one suspected that she was victimising me because she was so nice. It was so well deceptive. It was a totally horrible feeling.

Recently, i read up on psychological bullying because it really bothered me. Her traits match up 95% to being a sociopath. She has not real feelings, she victimises to win and thats her personality. I was kind of shocked because i didn't think such complex people existed. I had been a victim of sociopathological bullying and i don't like it one bit. I hate that these types of people are around.

Sunday, 31 May 2009

Been ill

I think this has turned into a blog outlet for my negative feelings, feelings deep down inside of me that i don't want anyone to see, the darker side of my emotions.

I've been ill recently, so everything has taken a back seat atm, i got a finals paper in a few days. I'm not too worried about it. Whilst taking a back seat on my life, i can reflect and reflecting is usually a bad thing for me, i don't have anything really to look forward to, as in long term goal. I'm just chugging away doing nothing, getting nothing. it frustrates me. Again, a certain figure pops up to rub it in.

I wouldn't mind flying away, running away by myself to start a new life. the only thing is, I don't have anything bad to run away from. I have lovely parents, family, a great uni, doing okay at studies. I would have loved this last year. this would have been enough. But atm, for me, its not enough, but i don't know what that thing is.

Thursday, 21 May 2009


I failed my first driving test today. EPIC-LY.
2 dangerous 1 serious and 9 minors. I think that's a world record.
I might sound cheery but i'm so far from it. Seriously, DID I HAVE TO FAIL THAT BADLY. What the fuck is wrong with me. I'm just not born to drive. and the examiner was such a nice guy as well, I felt sorry for him.

Fuck it, I'm done with manual, You've got about 10 million things to keep in your head, plus normal reality to think of, like essay deadlines. I'm driving automatic. Less hassle. GAH. I hate myself for failing, so epic-ly aswell.

Wednesday, 13 May 2009

facebook: for making us feel unsuccessful.

I realise i should probably keep in contact with my old group alot more than i should have, BUT I'M SO DAMN LAZY. I know a 'Hi How are you doing?' will suffice, but when i think back to them, they remind me of high school days. Don't get me wrong, I loved my high school days, just I haven't felt the need to reminisce stuff that happened a year ago. I'm not old enough for that. =) Also, I did try, but I did lose my phone way back in january and lost EVERYONE'S NUMBERS. Facebook is cool too, but I'm lazy to click a few buttons as well. Nothing personal against them, and I feel guilty, and if i do it now, its cuz i feel guilty, I want to be able to greet them like i mean it, not because it's right to do so.

On the subject of facebook, That news feed you get is the most nosiest thing ever. You get to see what your friends are up to, and also how people from your high school that you never liked are doing. I have a whole load of those. Especially one, I don't hate her, but her personality really doesn't appeal to me. It's partially because she broke our trust at close friends with her jealousy. She didn't have to be jealous, she was still better than me at everything, which to this day, I still don't get. I guess the girl has got some serious psychological problem. Well Miss N [let's leave it at that.] is happily doing well, has a ticket to oxford university, is gona be a doctor and is gona travel South east asia spreading her goddamn smiles around. She's gona do the world of good, because ever since her genius popped up at 5 years old, thats what she's meant to do. and she's gona get more beautiful than she already is and have an intelligent degree under her belt and i wouldn't be surprised is she did become a superstar with a herd of men behind her every step. And yes, who wouldn't be jealous? I know i am because I'm just the average jo-..sephine. The one that will graduate with a 2nd and go on to do an average job in a company, starting from the bottom and will find it incredibly hard to find a nice guy. I don't mind a normal life, but thank you facebook for rubbing in my face that i will never be as successful in life.

Monday, 11 May 2009

A letter to my 16 year old self

I was relistening to The all american rejects earlier on, and a flood of memories of my 16- year old self came back to me. At the time, I loved Pop-rock and all that shiz and was seriously backward about the world. I look back now, and if i had the chance, I would say so much to that young 16-year old girl back then. So here's my letter to the 16-year old Wai Yin Chung.

Dear, 16 year old me,

Hi, I'm writing 3 years on from you right now. You're so carefree and so confident in yourself, and my first advice to you is that, don't lose that inner confidence, don't let a certain guy rock your confidence about who you are. Don't let people you don't know rock your confidence. I know it hurts, but you're so much better than that. Even if you don't do as well, it's not the end of the world. There are so many options. DO NOT TRY TO BE A DOCTOR. You weren't cut out for science, honey! Focus on your strengths, the humanities!

secondly, you know that guy you're dating? It won't last long, and you'll get bored easily, You're that kind of person and its okay to be like that. Furthermore, a 16 year old is not suppose to handle, school, work and a relationship. thats too much for one girl. You can dump him, just say it, don't keep living in blind hope! It won't happen. I can say this, you're a strong person, You'll hide your emotions for the first few weeks until you forget about it, don't dwell on it. He's not worth it. Don't hide from him afterwards either, He's a nice guy regardless.

Lastly, I'd like to say that, Life is what you make it, not your parents. Live a little, Don't hide in your shell. Life is for living.

I'll write again soon. x

Saturday, 25 April 2009

26th April 09

This is my personal private blog, a place for me to vent without any discretions, to myself.

I feel like i need these because i've realised that in myself, I hide my personality too much. I don't think many people know the real me, not even my closest friends. Only me. I'm not always the happy go lucky optimistic girl with no troubles. Im far from that, I can be negative, pessimistic and i'm scared that i'll never find my niche in life. I don't seem to have any sort of talents or anything i'm 'good' at either and it's getting to me. It really is. Everyone seems to have something they're good at, and usually they seem to get normal stuff that i can't seem to be able to understand, like driving. Alot of people i know passed it easily, But then theres me, stuck in a rut. I don't like driving but i kinda know i have to learn. I lack the motivation and i know that. I'm just not a very motivated person. I try to be but deep down inside i know that even if i muster up all my strength and all that gusto, I will never get it.

I've been really pissy with customers too as well, and tbh i really think its from that call last week from a certain customer that reported me. I just think that I can't do anything right. or well for that matter. Not as well as other people.

gah I should stop thinking like this, but these thoughts have plagued me for years, if its not one situation, its another and its all the same concept, I don't feel good enough. I never am, but i keep trying and fighting a dying game.