Saturday, February 4, 2017

To her

Just met a friend, great and mature she is, 
but not from age. 

Poor child, so young, yet some may see her stressed wrinkles as old. 
She's been through a great length of pain.

Once in love. 
Silly as they said. 
She did went through lengths for this boy. 
However, she did not see, that she deserved better than this. 
Not from him, not him. 

Out of kilter would be what people saw in him. 
Perfection was his image to her. 

One day, she came to think that marriage was the answer to be. 
That it is time, and that she would say yes. 
to him, only him.

Before any certain proposal, a tiny bump came to her beautiful life. 
They say when a woman is happy of the thought of a pregnancy, 
she's ready. 

The devil she's been with revealed himself. 
Forced the happiness out of her, through blood and pain. 
With no thoughts given through. 
The small bump of happiness was not given a chance by the devil for a head start. 

In pain she was, a pill down the throat, 
blood came riverling the once being a bundle of joy.

This story, however, doesn't end here.

The girl healed, 
she learned,
she moved on,
the girl grew stronger.

Now she is in a land of opportunities,
away from devil himself.

This story is still moving forward.

And I know it will have a happy ending. 

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

I was walked in on by a guy in the dressing room, and I was said to be “overreacting” by the Topshop Manager.

12 December 2016

Today, an American white male opened my dressing room curtain while I was half-naked. I cried in public from the experience. Without a sincere apology, the employees of the dressing room apologized to the male for having to deal with my “overreaction”, or what they deemed to be an “overreaction” on my part.

My name is Carmun, I am ethnically Chinese and I come from Malaysia. A few days ago, I graduated from Emerson College in Los Angeles, and decided to reward my accomplishment by doing a little shopping for some Holiday clothing.

Kitty, who is also ethnically Chinese from Hong Kong came to accompany me in shopping. Our first stop was H&M. I was changing into clothes, coming out to get her opinions on my new outfit. As I was returning to my dressing room, unsure of which stall I’d been occupying, my first instinct was not to open the curtain to just any changing room. Instead, I took the time to check by looking to see if there were feet sticking out below, indicating whether someone is in said dressing room, so to avoid walking in on someone else’s privacy. To me, that is common courtesy, or simple logic.

Our next stop was Topshop, at The Grove, a fairly famous upscale shopping complex. Kitty and I picked out a few outfits and went into the dressing room upstairs. Kitty’s dressing room was two rooms after mine, and someone else was in the changing room in-between ours.

As I was changing into my outfit, I noticed that the person from the dressing room next to mine came out. It was a guy, and he was standing just outside of my dressing room now, talking to the Topshop employee about an outfit he needed for an interview he is having. After hearing him speak, I only realized that I was in a unisex dressing room.

At the time that all of this took place, my shirt was stuck over my head, bra dangling off my arms and my pants were half-down. I was clearly in an awkward half-naked position. As the guy outside finishes his conversation, he opens my curtains without even checking to see if it was the right room.

The first instinct of this white American male was “opps” and closes my curtain. He runs back to his supposed dressing room and yells “sorry!”, just simply like that.

I was stunned by that, because everything that happened did not been registered in my head. It took me a few seconds to realize that, that “sorry”, was not genuine. I yelled “Dude, that was NOT cool.” He yells back “that was an accident, don’t make a big deal about it.

I repeat, in his exact words : “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

After getting dressed, I handed my clothes to the three fitting room associates, who are two African-American males and one Caucasian-American female. They receive my clothes like nothing had happened.

I ask “Does this always happen?” with my tears almost bursting out.

African American #1 says “what always happens?”
African American #2 explains “a guy opened her dressing room.”

I explain with tears (while I try to resist them) “In your country or culture, it might be not a big deal that a man walks into a female dressing room, but where I am from, that is not right.

The nice caucasian lady replies “I am sorry that happened, that is definitely not okay, let me give you a hug.” The lady then runs off to get the manager.

African American #1 tells me “Sorry that happened, however, if it makes you feel any better in the future, try not to use an unisex changing room.”

wow, okay, so it is my fault for being in a unisex room. 


This is where everything becomes utterly messed up.

First of all, I had no knowledge that this is an unisex room, it was not stated anywhere.

Then this is where it gets worst. The Manager comes in, who is an African American lady. She asked “What happened?”, the employee explains. The very first thing she does is, she walks to the fitting room where the White male was still in, and apologizes to him. That lady did not speak a word to me.

Kitty, who was still in the dressing room overheard the whole conversation between the Manager and the white male.

The African American associate #1 walks over to the guy’s dressing and said “Man, I am sorry about that, and that girl definitely overreacted, I hope you do well in your interview man”.

I, who was the one that got walk into, half naked. And I cried, because it was not right that it happened (that people could see this as not a big deal). All I got was to be called “ a girl who overreacted”. I was crying on the side, and the Manager walked out without noticing or even cared about my presence.

Kitty confronted the African American associate #1 and the guy the walked into my dressing room. She stood up for me, saying that the situation wasn’t right. Kitty demanded an apology from the white male, which he did, ignorantly.

The White Male comes to me and says “Look, I am sorry but I didn’t even look, so don’t make it a big deal, it is not my fault that had happened, not a big deal.


I replied with half sobbing breath “ it might not be a big deal for you, but I come from a country that it is a big deal. Since I am at your country, I don’t have a choice but to forgive you, isn't it?”

People, why I am telling you this experience I had is because I believe that I am not the first girl who have experienced this. To many, this might be a small situation because there are bigger things to be sad about in life. But for a moment, put yourself in my situation, or put your sister, mother or daughter, in my shoes. How do you feel? Would you ever want any female that you know and care, to experience something so shameful, and yet not get the apology that she deserves?

I am not sad because my culture is slightly conservative. No, I am so heartbroken by society that I was the victim in that dressing room, but the Topshop associates did not cared and went directly to the guy’s dressing room and apologized to him. WHY?

I did not caused this to happen, it would not have happened if he had the decency to just check if someone was in the dressing room. The associate and Manager even had to reassure him that I was the crazy chick that overreacted, while he was in no fault of this. How is my slight crying, overreacting? I wasn’t screaming or shouting, I clearly explained what happened. Yet, I am overreacting?

How can a person just apologizes and then says that it is not a problem, nor should I think it is a problem. It is a problem, it is a mistake that he has done, and he has no right to persuade me that what he did is not to be made into a big deal.

After this experience, I think to myself, am I safe in this country? Did I just experience this because I am an outsider of this country? Would it have been different if I was a upscale Caucasian American?

To all the girls that have experienced the same, please never let someone persuade you that they are not wrong. NO. They did something wrong, and all they had to say is sorry. All I needed was sorry, and not a persuasion. If it is something that is not right to you, you are entitled to that, because you were the victim. 

This is not about women and men equality. If I had stepped into a woman while she was half naked, I would have apologized admittingly that I am wrong, regardless that if it was female to female, or female to male. There are no excuses, no persuasion.

I hope that by sharing my experience, people who work retail will start noticing this as an issue. That making fun of the “asian girl that overreacted” is not right. That this could be all easily avoided, if there wasn’t an ignorant customer, and a better-trained manager. The manager could have brought peace to the situation if she had no biases and was well-trained. Unfortunately, my experience today was not dealt with the same professionalism and human decency that all individuals deserve. I hope this acts as a call-to-action for the TopShop managerial team to reflect on their hiring and training process so that employees are better equipped to handle similar situations professionally on par with their corporate standards. Not only am I dissatisfied and truly disappointed with the TopShop staff’s’ response, I am genuinely baffled by the lack of a human understanding and compassion shown today by both the white male who inflicted the whole situation and the TopShop associates whom I approached to seek comfort, help, and support in this situation.


Last note: How am I ever going to explain to my father what had happened to me? I don't want to break his heart that his only daughter had to experience this overseas.


To those who have read up to this point, you may have similar views, or not. But just to clarify, that I forgave the male who opened the curtains. I said "I forgive you" right at his face as he left to the cashier, because I know he will never understand how it feels to be in that situation I was in because either of his culture, that he is a male etc...
The way that the staff resolve the situation was the main concern of mine. They only cared for the person who from the country, not the one who is shock by it.
This post is just to reassure girls that was maybe at a similar situation, that it is okay to have felt that it's wrong. It's okay if they weren't comfortable, and don't let other people persuade you that it is not a big deal.


Friday, February 26, 2016

Past Present Future

This blog has become a site where I reflect back to my good old simple days. 
There are posts, where I have made them private. That's because those childish posts are just silly posts meant for me to remember and not everyone else in this web world (reputation to preserve).

I've been struggling with a new genre of problems, 
Just like everyone as we go through stages of life.

This genre would be the fear of aging and the future. 

Yes, "fear of aging" coming from a 20 year old sounds pathetic. 
People see a whole ultimate package awaits for me,
But honestly, I think time passes by so fast these days.
That this ultimate package might not be used to it's fullest.
People may then see me as selfish, where I want everything...
But why not? Because we only have this one life to live, and we "might" go through reincarnation, but since when there was one human being that was born into this world knowing it's past anyway.

I panicked when I turned 20. I remembered my best friend calming me down in my bedroom.
It's really silly, because imagine what if I turned 30... I might freak out so badly where I would hide from this world. 

I start to wonder... Why am I afraid? What are the causes of this anxiety? I start analyzing myself. 

One of the biggest reason of my anxiety comes from lack of planning or over planning.

When I was 12 years old in primary school, I remember this specific workshop that gathered all the year 6 students together in this open hallway. 
The speaker asked us to fill up a timeline sheet of our future goals and planning. 
I thought... That's easy, I will just put high school for next year, and graduate from high school with good grades after 5 years. easy peasy. 
As I receive that timeline sheet, I freaked. 
The timeline went from being 12 years old till the age of 80!
That's insane, I thought. 
And I didn't bother filling up the whole sheet, just the first three column - graduate from primary school, go to high school, finish high school. 
As I was done, I looked around. Everyone was so serious about this timeline sheet, but I gave no fucks. 
Then the speaker asked a volunteer to share their timeline. This boy, who was a discipline prefect (yes I have a great memory), volunteered to share his timeline. I was so eager to hear what he had, I mean I had nothing, I wanted to see what these kids were thinking.

The boy starts:
- At 13 years old, I want to get into high school at ___. (I was like mhmm, I can relate, but such a specific high school).

- at 17, I want to graduate from high school with a science stream spm, not to mention straight A's if possible. ( Mhmm, thats a lil ambitious for now, but lets see what else he can come out with).

- At 18, I want to go to college to do a doctor's degree. (oh, he knows what he wants to be already)

- At 23, I hope to have graduated to start my career.

- At 26, I hope to have gotten a stable career.

- At 28, I hope to marry and start a family.

- At 35, I hope to travel with my career and family.

- At 50, I hope to have retired.

.... THE LIST WENT ON TILL THE AGE OF 80. 

When I heard that speech, I really went "hell no, no way". How could a 12 year old be so sure of his future. 
I was really sad that day.

But you see, as a 12 year old that time, after hearing that... it still didn't hit me to realize that I should start planning...

Honestly my life planning only came when I was 17 ( which was really late and rushed ).
I wish sometimes that my dad had pressured me to think about my future at an earlier age (I am not blaming my dad for this). But even if he did, I wouldn't have planned anyways. Before the age 17, I have always been such a lazy person. Now karma came, I have to work hard to keep up. 

That workshop/prodigy boy story, showed how unprepared I am. But, I realize that I am glad to have that much freedom during my child/teen years. Not many people get the freedom that I have, and I appreciate that. 

So in order to cure my "fear of aging" anxiety. I guess I would need to start accepting the fact that people grow - physically and mentally. And I shouldn't be afraid, because that would only pull me back and put me in denial. 

I should plan ahead, but also let fate guide me a little. 
I should appreciate what I have and my capabilities for now, but also still be aware of what else I could do instead of being too focused, where I would be oblivious of people around me.
I should enjoy the moment, and not worry too much of the future. 
As how everyone always said to me 

"If you think so much of the future, then you wouldn't be living in the present." 
"Do not think so much, you would only create problems that wasn't event there."


Monday, November 24, 2014

Perception of love

Boston common, grave yard


Love?
Don't be silly, he says.
It does not even exist in this age.
Love is a trap that lil girls fall in,
think again,
do you really need love? says he.

Love?
I don't know, she says.
I never found it anyways.
Love is a mystery that makes you crave,
think again,
have you ever once not get hurt by it? says she.


Loved?
It happens, some says.
It came like an adrenaline but left unexpectedly.
Loved is hurtful because it became only memories,
thinking again,
was it really worth it? asks loved ones. 


Loving?
Its crazy, they say.
It is the reason for us to be living.
Loving someone is what we all hope for,
think about it again,
don't you want someone to be loving you back, 
says the person who loves you.


- Kah Mun

I wrote this awhile back, thought I would modify it a bit and post it up. 
What I have heard about love .


Recently bought a Fujifilm Instax Neo Classical camera
It's a fun camera to experiment with,
but I learned that I should really read on how to use the setting guides before shooting.
Had some awkward coloured pictures coming up *if you know what i mean ;)



Been decorating my room a bit,
now I have my heels and camera corner :)
With pictures of my love and loved ones 

Thanksgiving is coming up, hoping everyone have a great week!

♥ Kah Mun

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Inside


This pain inside
Heart pumping fine
Body healthy as ever
but the mind filled with thoughts
that hurts her deeper than ever.

I have felt sadness all my life
I have felt worst, I remember
But I dont know why
This time
It feels like it had drilled deeper.

This pain in my mind
Its not going anywhere for now
might as well just calm down
before the mind shuts down.

I thought it was going to work between us
I knew that you were someone special
now you're just like the ones who
ripped off my heart
like a thief that never got caught
let off by the corrupted governments
Cliche I thought.

This pain inside
increased when I smoke each time
Each puff signifies the pain you drilled inside
As the smoke disappear with air, I thought
why can't the pain do the same

It's then I realise,
though the smoke is invisible,
it still kills a dozen of people.
Just like the pain inside,
Invisible in my mind
Killing me alive.


Thursday, July 3, 2014

Not knowing what was meant to be


Ever since I was born in to this world 
Where expectations are meant to meet.
I was lost with only fairytales to see,
not knowing about the future that I have to face,
only seen my dad's visions, 
and it was me to chase.

Don't know when did I first realise that life is so hard
once I was a kid with no regrets that last,
I was troublesome and ignorant as kids can be,
not knowing about the future that I will see,
only seen people in happy endings,
and it wasn't me.

Questions are meant to be asked,
but answers aren't necessary meant to be found.
I was thrown with questions that were never mine,
not knowing that the answer was mine to find,
only went along with the words from the people's mind,
and so i was blind.

A Dreamer that's what they say,
Realist will be what I call they,
I was being confuse by the "experienced" surrounded me,
not knowing what is true to my heart,
only got confused by their alphabets,
and it was terrible, you see
when you are awaken from dreams to reality. 

Things that you enjoy may not be accepted,
being accepted is a step before you share your dreams,
I am still confuse with how the world works,
not knowing what to do about the questions still left at me,
only know that i have a goal to achieve,
and it is to be - who I meant to be.






Wednesday, March 26, 2014

God, you taught me much




As I was born, I knew it,
that I was more than just living,
that I was more than just a thing,
I was a living thing, alive, created by God for a reason.
Made by my parents, brought up through guidance of many. (my unexpected angels)

As I was a child, I knew it,
that my life was different compared to many,
that my life was not the prettiest,
I was different and lived in a broken family,
Made to be mature compared to many, and never really fitted in. (typical yet different)

As I am a teen, I knew it,
that my life has to be better than this,
that my life has to achieve more than this,
I screwed many things up even though i tried so hard fixing it "right".
Made to learn by mistakes, yet never stop learning. (try to be perfect like many)

As I grow, I know,
life will never going to be perfectly perfect,
you start off learning about family,
then you move to friendship,
and you end up breaking through love.
Either sequence,
You still break once in a while.
But that's totally fine.

We are made by materials, so strong,
that we can almost bare any emotions thrown to us "hard".
We are made to tell stories, stories that not everyone will experience
but to learn and help others with it.

God, you taught me much,
sometimes I think it's too much,
but as I travel around,
You taught me enough,
you taught everyone equal,
depending on kinds on situation.

So God, I thank you,
though I never seen you,
but your transparence presences kept me living,
and I will do my best in serving you,
which is to live,
to learn,
and to understand why we live with your unseen presence.  

God, you taught me much.