As Suanie Sees It

Actually I also don’t know how to begin writing this post, let alone write it all. The best way to start is to do it Suanie-style I guess…

THANK YOU EVERYBODY!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

Jaime, Janice and I met at Bangsar’s Chillis for our usual happy hour fix, after which we went to Telawi Street Bistro for their superbly delish strawberry iced tea.

Then Jaime suggested that we go bar-hopping… okay… strolled down the main street for a bit and finally entered T-Club, where a lot of birthday celebrations were held…

OMGWTFBBQ!!!

It was seriously a VERY NICE surprise to see Peter, Wuan, Fireangel, Delia, Duncan, Kimberly, ShaolinTiger, KY, Gary & friend (sorry I seriously cannot remember your name at this moment ) and my eldest sister Lyanna all sitting at the end corner. Then Eyeris appeared, then later Terence and Saint arrived and much later Chris came by.

Thank you Jaime for doing all this. She said it’s to make up for 4 years of not spending my birthday eve with me… but I think it’s mostly because she loves me so…

I LOVE JAIME!!!

There was beer, lots of it. I got some nice pressies as well.

This is Gary.

And this is Gary hustling me to get even more pissed drunk than I already was.

This is Delia and Peter. Delia fetched Peter and Wuan from Cheras… thank you sayang!!!

And this is Kimberly using my birthday as an excuse to kiss me. I know she laps me and she wants to kiss me non stop all day all night every hour every minute every second… tee-hee…

And this is teh KY pretending to look like me.

Me, Peter and Jaime. Peter is a very happy man.

Jaime, me and my sister Lyanna.

Me, Kim, ST and Duncan.

Janice, Delia, Chris, me and FA.

My birthday cake! I LOVE IT!!!

I actually remember this moment… They just showed me the cake and they were screaming,”YOU NOOB!!!!”

Some of the jokers who came… Terence, Eyeris, KY, Saint, FA, Kim, Peter and ST.

1 full glass and another quarter glass of the foulest tasting Graveyard ever, 3 glasses of beer, 1 tequila shot, 1 Kamikaze (which I thought was some lime juice that Eyeris kindly offered me.. bleahhhhhhh )… I was quite gone.

Even thinking about it now makes me feel like puking.

The actual day was spent with my sister Ashley at Ikano, she bought me lunch and a couple of very nice skirts… yay!

Thank you all so much… really didn’t expect it… a lot of people called and sent me SMSes and e-mails and comments and messages on my shoutbox… thank you all… tima kasih berbanyak

Kim has a post for me.
KY posted seriously incriminating photos…
Jeemee wrote me a birthday story.
Nic posted a birthday photo of mine from 2 years ago…
Dabido wished me happy birthday.
Peter has some nice things to say about me, and a whole gallery of more incriminating photos…
ST immortalised meh…

MWAHHHH TO EVERYONE!!!!!

We have had quite a dry spell, apparently (again) we are gonna be out of water blah blah unless Heavens bless us with lots of trickles.

O citizens of Malaysia, we are definitely gonna need help. Lots of it.

And yet again I have taken matters into my own hands. Somebody has to, else we would all be crawling on dusty cobble roads with rusty metal tins just BEGGING for a mere drop of kitty’s piss.

No, can’t do, not.at.all.

Enter Nic.

Although Nic is in UK, he is very much a philanthropic and he cares for the well-being of his fellow Malaysians, that is you and I. So he decided to pray and ask for help from the unseen powers that be, please oh please give them their daily rain.

Didn’t work. Nic was not a happy camper and went, WHY YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME ONE?!?

Fuwah, no reply wor. That made Nic angrier and angrier and if it is even possible, angriest.

Screw it lah, Nic thought, all these mass organised religions are over rated anyway. We should go back to the nature of our cave-dwelling forefathers, with a slightly updated version of course.

And that was what Nic did.

And boy, did he do it!

Let’s see if it works.

It feels like a Monday… most probably because I literally slept through Monday. Almost literally anyway, with the literal parts being breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper. Sigh… well if I am this tired without a boyfriend, imagine what I would be like if I had a boyfriend…

As a Chinese, I feel obliged to mention the ‘Mooncake Festival’ aka Zhong Chiu Jie that was last Sunday.

Happy Mooncake Festival.

I dislike mooncakes because they are too sweet and sticky and round and I just don’t like them ‘coz they are mooncakes.

Now you know what NOT to buy me for the rest of my life kthxbai.

The service at 1U’s Chillis totally sucked the dirt poor man living by a stinky river in a crappo dilapidated hellhole’s ass. We know it’s an isolated case because we get good-to-excellent service at other Chillis during our happy hour fix.

Am in the office now, using Abang N’s pc. He is so generous and kind and loving and all that jazz and I wanna pinch his cheeks until they turn purple because that’s just how appreciative I am of his generosity and kindness and loving and all that jazz.

It’s only Tuesday morning. If I had my way, I would be drunk.

The little ’shoulds’ in life agree.

When I purchased a copy of the Malay Mail today, I was more than a little tickled pink to see the face of our local hero blogger Encik Peter Tan splashed across the main page.

I am sure I am not the only one who thinks that it is high time Encik Peter Tan visits his local barber. Unless you find that sort of thing a turn-on, that is. Tee-hee.

OKlah, the issue at hand is quite serious. But you know, since when is Suanie a super duper serious person?

It is about some fella trying to be a smart arse going around various blogs with a very long comment on racial bla bla Malaysia bla bla Malay bla bla Chinese bla bla NEP bla bla. Nothing we have not heard of before. *Yawn*

But if a blog is a representation of our house on cyberspace, this sort of action means that our house is being shitted on. Normally most of us bloggers would just clean up the shit but this time Peter jai has decided that Enough is Enough; the shitter must clean up his own shit, he is tired of buying brooms.

Moral of the story:
1. Your shit stinks.
2. Don’t be a smart ass.
3. Be responsible.
4. That means cleaning up your own shit.
5. Better still, shit in your own home.

All hail Peter the blog-buster!

He’s so going to kill me now. La la la la la…

Further reading:
Offline by Peter Tan
Peter turns ‘blog-buster’ by Jeff Ooi
Freedom of Speech: The continuing stupidity by Edrei
S’porean bloggers kena-ed the sedition act by yours truly
So you’re getting fucking persecuted by T-Boy

Today we take a trip back down memory lane.

The moon and the star represent Islam, the official religion of the country. Just because it is official does not mean that *everyone* is a Muslim. Generally if you were not born a Malay (note that there is a difference between Malay and Malaysian - the former is a race and the latter is a nationality) you are quite free to choose and follow other religions.

Fourteen is the number of strips and points of the star - they represent the 13 states and 1 Federal Territory (even though we have 3 FT, they are all still under FT) of Malaysia.

The blue symbolises the unity of Malaysians, though I can’t understand the link. Yellow represents the monarchy. I think we have one of the most interesting monarchy (state and country) developments in the world, thanks to our ex PM.

We gained Independence on 31st August 1957 but became one on 16 September 1963.

Happy birthday, Malaysia!

We love you long time.