Archive for August, 2007

selamat menyambut hari merdeka, yay!

Tanggal tiga puluh satuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Bulan lapan lima puluh tujuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
MERDEKA MERDEKA TETAPLAH MERDEKA
Ia pasti menjadi sejarahhhhhhhh!!!!!111111

Man, I was listening to this Sudirman classic while driving home yesterday. Suddenly there was a surge of patriotism clambering in my stomach, and I almost wanted to speed through the LDP with my windows down yelling “MERDEKA MERDEKA MERDEKA I SHALL DECORATE MY TINY CAR WITH MOUNTAINS OF FLAGZ AND YOU SHALT PH33R ME MADE-IN-MALAYSIA KELISA PROWESSSSSSSSSS!!!!111111″

Temporary insanity aside, the Sudirman song was sung with so much happiness and pride that it was child-like naivety. For 2 minutes and 44 seconds, you forget about the current governance. Instead you are transported to a place of lollis and rainbows, with the Tunku standing on a platform with his hand raised in the air, a pure moment of joy, honour and dignity proclaiming that this beloved country has officially reached independence. No more penjajah asing, he promised, you are on your own now, we now steer the country by ourselves, tiga bangsa dan lain-lain.

Don’t know why I am emo about it. I love Malaysia, and I love her dearly. And I don’t give a crap about overzealous goblok(s) yang tak berpelajaran who pollute her with selfish political ambitions. Kalau you tak suka, you keluarlah dari negara ini. Jangan pula kena hempak pintu kat sana tu…

wednesday assorted blah

You know, this morning I thought of something totally awesome to blog about. The concept was witty and funny, two traits that elude me at the best of times. Then just now I was racking my brains to recall what I had wanted to write about, and I simply just couldn’t. Well, there you go :(

Most probably something to do with our country’s governance. Oh wait, I think I remember it now. But can’t be arsed to write the whole deal down now. Maybe tomorrow or something if I can remember it again.

So knackered from attending the launch of Royal Selangor’s Autumn 2007 collection yesterday. It was mighty great fun, mind you, but I haven’t been sleeping properly the last week, and that probably got to me. Could I be getting… *gasp* OLDER?! Blah. Will blog about the event later + photos + video.

Nuffnang kindly gave me two free movie vouchers to go watch the rat movie. Since I’d watched it before, I decided to ask my sister to take my mom to the movies. Sort of like a break from taking care of Ryan all the time :D Since my second sister had way too many things to do before she leaves for her diving trip, I asked if my eldest sister could take mom to the movies. She said yes of course, and told my second sister to go redeem the vouchers (which specifically stated the rat movie’s real title), and to purchase an additional ticket for my brother-in-law.

Then this morning my mom told me the story. The three of them (my mom, my sister and her husband) went to the cinema, entered the hall and sat down. Then ‘Rush Hour 3′ began to play. My brother-in-law asked, “Dear, why are they showing ‘Rush Hour 3?” Then my sister was also puzzled, and she replied, “Must be trailer lah!” Then after a while, my brother-in-law asked, “Why trailer so long one…?”

And that was how the three of them ended up watching ‘Rush Hour 3′ instead of the rat movie. Apparently the ticketing boy was a noob, and gave out tickets for the wrong movie. My second sister was in a rush and she didn’t double-check the tickets. I just thought the whole thing was damn funny lah, since I can totally imagine the expressions on my eldest sister and brother-in-law’s faces when they had that conversation. Hehehehe….

Must remember to take video of Ryan as he recites his favourite nursery rhymes.

zouk did it again

Got this from a forum somewhere. Initially I thought it was a hoax, or just another fluff thing. But then rajulkabir stated that he knew the two women involved, and had actually watched them go into a cab to go to Zouk that very night. And I (sort of) know rajulkabir, and I know he doesn’t fib about these things.

Gonna copy and paste the entire post from the Lonely Planet forum:

Alert - Hate Crimes Against Foreign Women in Malaysia

Recently, two expatriate women (US and Canada) were attacked in the middle of the dancefloor at Zouk nightclub in Kuala Lumpur. They described their attacker as an older Malay male (with bodyguards!) who claimed they were dancing “too close to the VIP area”. The women, both teachers at International Schools in KL, were celebrating the end of the school year and saying good bye as the American teacher was transferring to a school in Buenos Aires.

Sensing that this man may have been problematic, they moved away from the VIP area and continued to dance. What happened next brought tears to my eyes. Our Canadian friend said that the Malay man returned to the dancefloor and began shouting at them to “Go back to where you came from” and called them a variety of choice names. He then grabbed the American woman by the ears and head-butted her in the teeth. Stunned, the American started after the Malay man as he stomped off toward the VIP area. The Canadian woman followed her, and was cold-cocked to the side of her head by…the bodyguard!!

Meanwhile, Zouk’s bouncers as well as the club- goers did nothing. It gets worse.

The Canadian woman clears the stars out of her head to see the American woman being held - an arm by each bodyguard, while the Malay man kicked her repeatedly and savagely in the stomach - so hard, that she defecated on the floor. All the while, the Malay man uttered racial and sexist epithets against the women.

Zouk’s bouncers did nothing.

Oh, wait, yes they did. After the older Malay man with bodyguards finished pummeling the American woman, the bouncers grabbed the two women and threw them out of the club. Period.

They went immediately to the police and filed a report.

Following up two days later with the police, they were told that the security footage was too blurry and that they couldn’t do anything. Sorry.

Well, they may be sorry, but Zouk nightclub let all this happen. I had heard stories like this before, but this time it happened to two friends of mine and we’ve alerted our Embassies. People’s children go to Zouk; imagine this happening to an expat teen?

I will never step foot in Zouk again. The older Malay man with bodyguards may be some over-privileged sicko from the Royalty who will never amend his crime against the women due to the corrupt justice system here in Malaysia, but it happened at Zouk. And all travelers coming to Malaysia should know.

If you are a western female, be very careful here. Another incident happened to a German woman we know - racial and sexist epithets uttered while a brick was heaved at her head from a younger Malay man on a motorcycle - she had to have her face stitched up!

Be very very careful coming to Malaysia.

First of all, I think the title of the post is a tad misleading. Perhaps it should have been amended to specify that the venue of the incident was Zouk, then perhaps it would make more sense. Why? Well it’s not the first time such a thing has been reported to happen in Zouk.

Secondly, not all big wigs who go partying are bastards. One time we were at Rum Jungle, and the waiter shifted us to the next table because our table had in fact been reserved for a major big wig. The dude arrived with his bouncers and chicks, and they didn’t bother us at all. In fact they smiled and were friendly, and we partied on as normal. Our only grip was that our dancing space was significantly reduced, due to the sudden presence of so many people in that tiny area upstairs.

But I heard of big wigs who should be renamed big turds. Though this is the first time I’d heard of a big wig’s bouncers who abused random strangers that way. Turds.

Thirdly, wtf is with Zouk KL’s management?!

Spread the word, kthx.

Afterthoughts: Hmm maybe it’s a tad irresponsible to hold Zouk KL management solely at fault. My third point, that is. They can’t help who decides to go to their premise, let alone a big wig that wants to go partying there. If the big wig is well-connected, more the reason Zouk KL cannot offend the said big wig. Not that I know who the big wig is. But just saying, the bigger the wigs, the more connections, the more the management would be reluctant to sour any relationships with them. And I don’t blame the management if they think this way. It’s purely business after all.

Also if you have been to Zouk especially on a busy night, you would know how the place can get. Lack of proper air-ventilation could make people do the weirdest things ;) I avoid the place if I could help it; unless there’s an event invitation or something or the other… but if this post gets around, I doubt I’d be invited back lah heh.

I disagree with the ‘be careful when coming to Malaysia’ bit. If on the basis of racial discrimination, then it happens all over the world. Perhaps if you are a tourist standing in the middle of the street holding the biggest map in the world trying to figure out where the heck you are, then yes maybe you are a target for petty crime. I heard Italy is huge on crafty pickpockets. My ex-colleague lost RM2000 in that country, in an ‘accidental bumping’ situation. Bummer. But yeah, not to credit Malaysians of being racially-blind (wtf are you nuts?!) but I don’t believe the majority of Malaysians would hurt another just because they are of a different race/colour. If you are not street-savvy anywhere, then you are just not street-savvy. Generally lah.

But if there a growing dissent of expatriates in the country leading to the alleged incident as stated above? I don’t know. You think?

monday’s assorted blah

Sigh such an awesome morning to sleep in also..

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Yesterday the tai kor asked a couple of us to get-together, for Kenny will be leaving for Dubai soon (maybe).

Lainie, Hans, Dale, Wingz, Suanie, Kenny
Spot the bloggers!

During a conversation with Han, he was telling me about sandstorms. Or was it Nick? Heh… anyways I searched for photos of sandstorms, found a nice one here.

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Random conversations:

buckie: But you are a woman. By the time I could read your mind, you would have changed it again!

PaulTan to Spongefox: All my nuggets are belong to you.

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Google does not know it all, evidence as follows:

No I meant spongeFOX u dumb ass

No, I meant SpongeFOX, you dumb ass! Who the fuck is Spongebob anyway?!?

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oO Just browsed through Harian Metro, there’s an ad for a documentary ‘Becoming A King’, airing tonight on National Geographic.

Synopsis: Malaysia has a new King - Sultan Mizan, who has the reputation of being a royal action man. National Geographic goes behind the scenes to see how a modern Coronation is staged. We meet the top palace officials, the Royal Comptroller and the Grand Chamberlain who must ensure that the smallest details will be done just right. If they make a mistake, it will be broadcast live on national television. As in any big production there are moments of despair and high drama. As the Coronation comes ever closer, we reveal the public and private life of Sultan Mizan - in the last hectic days before he becomes King.

Sounds interesting, I’ll try to catch it. 10 p.m. yah.

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What will you be doing this weekend?

this is where ryan rejects me

Sad but true, and here’s the video evidence. All in Mandarin though, but even if you don’t understand the language, it’s still all too clear that I was being rejected… :(

*sniffs* I’ll live.

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