Archives for June 2007

spongefox vs planet earth

Over yum cha session…

Spongefox: I have a suspicion that this planet is conspiring against me.
Suanie: Huh why do you say that?
Spongefox: Now that I finally could make time for jogging in the afternoons, it bloody rains every freaking afternoon!
Suanie: Erm… it’s the monsoon season mah…
Spongefox: No, the monsoon season has yet to begin.
Suanie: Then it’s the whole global warming shit that is fucking up our weather thus fucking up Earth! Green house effect, pollution all adds up to global warming and now we get unpredictable weather all the time!!!
Spongefox: It’s a very elaborate set up.

it’s friday, so…

Ask me anything. I’ll answer every question I get. Bloggers’ honour[1].


[1] which doesn’t really say much, but someone’s gotta bring integrity back to blogging[2], eh? Heh… πŸ˜‰
[2] which in reality is not going to be me, but yes, I will still answer every question I get.

pimpage: big apple donuts & coffee/ satellite party

One day my sister came home with a big box of doughnuts. Very enthusiastically, she told me to try them. But I looked at box of doughnuts with disdain because:

1) I am not a doughnut person
2) I am not a doughnut person
3) Repeat 1 and 2

Then dinner was late that day, and I had no choice but to consume a doughnut to tahan lapar.



Then yesterday, I had this inane craving for doughnuts, no thanks to Kim and Nick. So during lunchtime, I drove to The Curve to get myself some lovely doughnuts from Big Apple Donuts & Coffee.

Big Apple Doughnuts

It’s a little shop between a shop being renovated called ‘The Apartment’ and ‘Eden’. They have ample of varieties to choose from — mango cream, bananarama, green tea, this and that icing, berry, glazed and semi-glazed, and so on. RM 2 for one doughnut, and RM 17 for a dozen. Can’t remember the price for half a dozen. Who wants only half a dozen anyway?

Big Apple Doughnuts close up

The owner of the shop, Mike was there. Friendly, amiable chap and we chatted for a bit. Mike had spent several years in the US and wanted Malaysians to savour the same doughnuts he had there. I mean, if you are in Malaysia and never been out of the country, you’d think Dunkin Donuts to be the heaven of donuts. I thought so too, then… πŸ˜€

Mike’s face literally lit up when he talked about his doughnuts. He said that he bought his machineries and ingredients from US, so I was thinking that his everyday cost must not be cheap lah. The outlet in The Curve is the first and they will soon expand to Sunway Pyramid and maybe other places. Even customers from Singapore are begging for him to open an outlet in the Lion City! Just a matter of time before world domination πŸ˜‰

Suanie eats a doughnut

You should get yourself some doughnuts from Big Apple Donuts & Coffee at The Curve too!

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It has been a while since I was so excited about a new band/ album. Even my late discovery of John Mayer was not this big, and I was pretty big on John Mayer. So excited I was about the following band and their debut album that I could hardly contain myself when I told Serena about them.

Satellite Party - Ultra Payloaded Introducing SATELLITE PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Granted some of you may have already heard of them, may like or dislike them, but it’s my blog and hence it’s my discovery!! Satellite Party is fronted by Perry Farrell who used to be in bands that I couldn’t care less about.

The lead guitarist is Nuno Bettencourt whose legendary skills can be heard in the song ‘More Than Words’ which is the sappiest song I’ve ever heard ( in a bad way ) and I cringe every time I have to listen to it. So I am glad he grew out of that.

The debut album is ‘Ultra Payloaded‘, released late last month, and it embodies fun, funk, Britpop, weirdness, happiness, a bit of metal, Jamiroquai’s spacey-ness, and I think it contains elements of warm, familiar tunes. Can’t name those tunes to save my life, but there you go.

With song titles like ‘Wish Upon A Dog Star’ ( first single ), ‘Kinky’, ‘The Solutionists’, ‘Awesome’ and ‘Insanity Rains’… I’ve been listening to them for a few days now and I grow more in love with their songs and music. My current favourite tracks are ‘Awesome’ and ‘Woman in the Window’. The latter has a couple lines that go, “Just try and stop us, we’re going to love.”

Yes I’m emo. Whatever.

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i don’t know the name of this meme

Meme stolen from Chen. Not linking her because she didn’t give permission to do so. Well, I didn’t really ask, but anyway…

1. What is more difficult for you: looking into someone’s eyes when you are telling them how you feel, or looking into someone’s eyes when they are telling you how they feel?

It is more difficult for me to look into someone’s eyes when they are telling me how they feel. I am assuming we are referring to a romantic relationship scenario. When it comes to friends, neither poses a problem for me. I may not do it, but that does not mean it poses difficulty for me. Because I could be driving, or something. Need to concentrate on the road πŸ˜€

2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. Why were you angry?

This morning when someone else bought the remaining sambal ikan bilis from my favourite nasi lemak stall. The second last time must have been when I was on the road.

3. You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You get enough time to make ONE phone call. Who would you call?

My sister. Because she is the glue of the family, she will know how to handle my unfortunate death with my family, and I also want her to tell Ryan how much I love him.

4. You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live.

(1) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die?

Why not? I’ll even blog about it. In fact I’ve informed my mother and sister on how I want my funeral to be, and my mother suggested that my corpse be burnt like how they do Kenny Rogers chicken.

(2) What do you do with your remaining days?

Write letters to everyone. Blog everyday. Sort out whatever I have to sort out. Spend time with loved ones. Visit my favourite Buddhist monk, Bhante Sumana. I don’t know. Depends on how sick I am. Most probably will have to rely on some mutli-colour wires and tubes to keep me alive for the remaining month.

(3) Would you be afraid?

Definitely. All the time until a moment when I finally manage to make peace with myself.

5. You can have one of the following two things: trust/love. Which do you choose?

Trust. Only with trust, you can have love. I don’t believe in love before trust. It’s dumb.

6. You are unfaithful to your boyfriend/girlfriend. Do you tell him/her?

Of course not. I’d be a slut, but not stupid.

7. Think of the last person who you know that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give one year of your life. Do you do it?

Yes. But then, maybe not. I don’t know. Would it have helped her? The last person I know who passed away was a tricky situation. I would have wanted her to reconsider her decision, but I don’t know if that was really her choice, and she wouldn’t have wanted another hour. So yeah, I don’t know.

8. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?

No. I suck.

9. Does love = sex?

Theoretically, no.

10. When was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you feel?

This morning, during a short meeting with my boss, when I told him that I honestly felt that we should push the dates back for something.

11. What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or that you do not love them back?

Telling someone that I don’t love them back, because it is increasingly easier for me to tell people I love that I love them.

12. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Why would it be hard to lose?

Food and more food. Because it’s awesome.

13. If you had to go back in time and change one thing, if you HAD to, even if you have “no regrets” what would you change?

I know the exact thing I would change, but I’m not telling πŸ™‚

14. Imagine. It is a dark night, you are alone, it is raining outside, you hear someone walking around outside your window. WHO do you wish was there with you?

Kuan Kong? LOL! Oh wait, someONE. So it’s a person. Hmm… No one. If something bad should happen, then it should only happen to me only.

15. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying?

If I knew how to do it properly, yes.

16. Are you old fashioned?

Depends on situation. I told my grandmother that I don’t think it was a big deal to be with someone much older than you are. Or was it not getting married at all? Can’t remember. Anyway she got worried out of her wits, and told my mother. Lol. I think kids should be better behaved and have respect for those older than them. Not reverence out of tradition ( I don’t believe in the ‘having eaten more salt than rice’ stuff ) but basic courtesy and respect, which is severely lacking today. So a mix of both, I think.

17. You are holding onto your grandmother’s hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other which one would it be?

I don’t know. If my grandmother asked me to let her go, I would. If she asked me to save her, I would too. I love my grandmother.

18. Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a heart break or have never loved before?

I’ve been through true love with guaranteed heart break ( I think ), and I will do it again.

19. If you could do anything OR wish anything, what would it be?

I wish I have unlimited wishes that would come true.

20.Excluding family love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them?

Kim. Just so I can answer this question.

rela tak rela

Question: When did the Federation of Malaya achieved independence?

Textbook answer: 31 August 1957.

Suanie’s retort: You think? You really think?!?

Forget the NEP’s policies that highly insult and degrade our Bumiputera and puteri. Sometimes I can’t get a goddamn Happy Meal or Starbucks latte without being passed over for a Caucasian standing in line BEHIND me.

Even the said Caucasian would get embarrassed and inform the server that I was there first. Then I would get to order my stuff, without the brilliant and dazzling smile I’d seen reserved for the Caucasian behind me.

See, I don’t need the brilliant and dazzling smile. It’s nice sometimes, but it is not a necessity. If I wanted to see people smiling like Miss Universe all the time, I could easily dress up like a thousand bucks and walk into various expensive hotels and ask crazy shit at the reception. Or I could fly to Bangkok.

I don’t need it because when I was younger, I was a waitress. I understand how fucking difficult it is to keep up your cheery persona for eight or more hours a day. Yes it is compulsory to smile at your customers, but it is understood that you can’t smile like a million bucks all the freaking time. Around here, people wouldn’t think that you are friendly; they would think that you are crazy. I am fine and comfortable with a half-smile but that’s just me.

But being passed over for someone else behind me?! And that someone ALWAYS happens to be a Caucasian?!?!?!?! Man, that just gets on my open pores.

Why is it sometimes more difficult to get service here ( any service, let alone good ) when you have anything but white skin? Bear in mind that I am not against having white skin — erm, it’s dumb to get upset over anything remotely like that. I am just mind-boggled at why ME — the Malaysian who is most likely to spend more in the long run in a particular restaurant or fast-food joint ( because I am not going anywhere ) would be overlooked just because? I am not unfriendly — in fact I always smile to people who provide service, even the toll girls. I am not going to run off without paying. I am not going to tip you but only because we are not in the U.S., and I am already paying for 10% service charge on top of the total bill amount.

So answer me. WHY?!?

( Actually that question was for dramatic purposes. I already know the answer. )

Today’s rant and whine was brought on by something I read last Sunday in The Star. It was an interview with Datuk Zaidon Asmuni, the director-general for RELA, and it seemed mostly a PR move to inform the public of RELA’s role, and to tell what really happened with the Indian national who was remanded at Petaling Street, who turned out to be a crew member of a documentary that was being shot here. Sunday Star, 10 June 207, under FOCUS, page F25. Go search.

According to the article, RELA was formed in 1972 after the May 13 incident. “The Government felt Rela was one way to unite the rakyat alongside Rukun Tetangga and the National Unity Ministry.” So how RELA became appointed and given full power to arrest and remand those suspected of being illegals in Malaysia is beyond me.

Yadda yadda yadda, cut through to bullshit to the third final question Shahanaz Habib threw at Datuk Zaidon.

What about the case of the Indian film crew member RELA detailed detained (thanks Chen) that got the Tourism Minister all riled up?

The Indian crew member was walking through Petaling Street at 9.30 p.m. If it’s a Mat Salleh (Caucasian), it would be easy because we would know he is a tourist for sure. But for others, we have to check. Under the law, all foreigners have to carry their passport or travel document with them all the time. […]

Suanie’s notes and observations:

1. Anyone who has been to Petaling Street at 9.30 p.m. knows that it is the peak hour when the place is bustling with activity. To hint that just because it is a street, it was night hence the implication that it was dark and dangerous and anyone would have cause to be suspicious of ANYONE who was there at that time, is nuts. Then you have NEVER been to Petaling Street so stfu.

Besides I read somewhere that part of the reason they remanded the Indian was because he was wearing slippers. I fail to see the connection.

2. Why is it instant confirmation that every Mat Salleh (Caucasian) is a tourist? Again, I am not against Caucasians or tourists. But Datuk Zaidon seemed to imply that Caucasians in this country are automatically non-suspects when it comes to law-breaking. Sorry all ye tourists from Middle East, Africa, Pakistan, India, Latin America, Japan, China, Taiwan, Korea, and non-Caucasians from every other country. Somehow someway, you must be illegals and must bear the brunt of racial profiling.

3. Based on the interview, the person in a very high position with a team given such power is seemingly a racist. Got to word this properly, else I’d be served with a law suit πŸ˜‰

4. So no, the British never left.

5. Time for lunch.

monday’s busy beavers

I have a lot of stuff I want to blog about, but at this rate it seems highly unlikely that I’d have the time to write them down.

There was one piece of shitty news that got on my nerves yesterday, but that too will have to wait.

So I have to leave you with a photo with the reason I was back home last weekend.

Suanie and Melissa the bride on her wedding day

Congratulations to you, my dear friend Melissa. I hope everything goes well for you and your husband from now on. BFF.

all i can think of now is…

Once in a while I take a step back from my blogging awesomeness and graciously allow others to shine. I am generous that way. Besides, one can’t expect me to write about anything and everything and expect the blog posts to be awesome all the time!! I mean, I understand the high expectations the adoring public has of me, but still.. like Michael Jackson said, I am only human. Well, minus the multiple nose jobs, skin bleach and millions of dollars.

So I found a really awesome blog post today. This one is more awesome than the others because it made me think — it brought me back to a mere couple of years ago when I relished well-written blogs with isi-isi penting that inspires you to come up with somewhat similar spiel ( or at best, a few hundred rungs down ). I’ve lost some of that zeal ( real life and laziness beckon. Priorities, my friend… ) but I am glad that people still write stuff like that. For FREE, mind you.

The opening paragraph of Is Beer the Key to Remarkable Blogging? by Brian Clark @ Copyblogger reads:

Many people feel that their blog topics are too common and mundane to be remarkable. The truth is, most businesses and topics are viewed as commodities, so itΓƒΒ’Γ’β€šΒ¬Γ’β€žΒ’s crucial to find an angle that sparks interest and separates you from the pack.

That was when I stopped reading because I’d have to scroll down, and that would make the heavenly image of the ice cold golden nectar of life disappear.

No, I’m serious. Go read it for yourself at the URL provided above.

I think my point ( before I got so distracted ) was something along the lines of, while it’s a revelation that ‘everything there is to say has been said’ is a myth, not everybody is a word smith, nor possess the ability to think out of the beer… sorry, box. In fact, only a handful are able to see, or perhaps are meant to utilise the thinking lightbulb. Most would be oblivious to the damn bulb even if it stripped naked, flaunted its lit chest and danced the salsa in front of them.

Or perhaps I should have more faith in people, and myself.

Perhaps I should go finish that last can of beer in the fridge. Bye.