Jaya Supermarket

Mom seemed to not be wavered when I told her about Jaya Supermarket's collapse yesterday.

Actually I was the one more worried because Ephyon was near the scene of the disastrous fall.

Then the pouring of one of the many blogs who mourned the collapse of "the earliest landmarks in Petaling Jaya".

I did not have much memories of that place, other than being able to stop by it once in awhile after walking from PC block to the bus stop back when the option of a car is not available.

When me and Ephyon had no cars and could only walk around holding hands while going to the grubby Popular bookstore.

Not a lot of memories for that place. I seemed to have more fondness for new buildings than old unless the old buildings come together to form a small little town.

But if it must have been a major spot for the many residents of Petaling Jaya here.

Oh well...gone it will someday. Pray that the casualties came out alive and not in another body bag.

Refrain

My mind's a blur nowadays. It's filled with all the latest information that I tried very hard to find, keep, to be used for reference in the future.

Or will it be used?

I refrain from commenting on my life so much that I felt the essence of even mentioning it started to flow away from my hands even as I pen it down here.

And then I would start asking, "What's the point of mentioning it?"

I wished to share the many philosophies I came across during the internship, that of which I have learnt to accept despite having hate for it. But I refrain from commenting on it because it involves my life.

I wished to share my many opportunities just looking at the events that I've attended. I really do wish to share it here but I do not know how to begin and how to end.

I'm astounded yet disappointed with the current media system. I chose to accept, love and hate it. I'm fascinated by it, attempting to research it, only to find much less of what is researched could not be used. Nothing much of Malaysia's media system that could be used for publications.

It's this sad fact: we are all but an empty core, all but a regurgitation of what others brought into and introduce.

The media system is nothing but regurgitation. We report, we publish, we are basically vomitting what others have expressed. The only times when opinions really mattered were those of book reviews and movie or music or even food reviews.

We have never experienced transparency and I fear that we never will be. If anything, we are genuinely afraid of being too transparent, that the citizens could read the law like a textbook, use it to their own accord to the abusive level, what was left was what of no value. The core value of law has vanished.

I'm not sorry to say that if any of the media companies in Malaysia deserves any awards for credible journalism outside of this country, I can tell them they are admiring a pile of vomit.

I'm at the same time deprived of any pop culture knowledge, any knowledge, readable or not. Despite portraying my capabilities of flaunting my language flawlessly without any hesitation, my editors pointed out I'm still obviously too young and too naive for any proper reviews nor could I become a analyst at this age when I do not have an all-rounded coverage over what has been going on for this while.

I'm at a disadvantage for giving into the foundation system, jumping too much for an age that discriminates you for being too young, underknowledged, not too acknowledged into the working class.

When I graduate, I'd probably be getting my ass out of here.

I'm dreaming of Europe, maybe to be more precise, Germany.

Stay tuned, I'm not going to be refraining myself a lot after this holiday.

What does not kill you, simply makes you stronger

What does not kill me, simply irked me to no end.

Thank you, No thanks. Goodbye