Archives for September 2007

erna’s blog post suggestion

A blog post suggestion from my earlier post, Blogger’s Block, suggested by Erna.

I think it’s a getting-older thing. The older I get, the less inclined I am to get angry with natural born morons and idiots. But once a while I get unreasonably pissed off, but only when reminded. For example, when I joined the Facebook group “I Secretly Want To Punch Slow Walking People In The Back Of The Head”. Then whenever I access my Facebook account (which is very frequently) and I see the group name, I am reminded of how much I get pissy with people who take their own sweet time walking ever so slowly and hogging the walkway.

This phenomenon is prevalent in Malaysia, where we are blessed (or cursed, depending on how you see it) with one too many shopping malls in town. During the weekends, these shopping malls would be visited by one too many people, a lot of them being out-of-towners visiting the city, doing some shopping with their big families. This particular group of people makes me want to revive Saddam Hussein using my superawesome powers then bomb him to oblivion, rinse and repeat. They make me want to take Britney’s kids away and laugh manically at her, then yank out her silly hair extensions. In fact, they make me want to have hardcore sex with Tommy Lee and contract herpes. Anything, ANYTHING would be more pleasurable than being stuck behind people who walk too damn slowly.


Last year, my eldest sister got married. It was lovely. My brother-in-law treats my mom better than I do. Paiseh sometimes πŸ˜›


When I was in primary and high school, I used to hate Septembers with a vengeance. This was brought on by the sad fact that there were no, in fact ZERO public or school holidays during the month of September, and it used to depress me till no end.

September is also my birthday month (I am guessing that Erna has this in mind already before asking me to write about it πŸ˜‰ ). Me and my two twin sisters were born in the month of September. Kudos to my mom for the good timing. If she had delayed giving birth to me for a couple of days, I would have ended up being a Leo rather than a Virgo.

And all that means absolutely nothing to me. Lol.


For my birthday I greatly want $1 million bucks. If that is unattainable, I wish for world peace. Because I personally believe that U.S. Americans are unable to do so because.. uhmmmm some people out there in their nation don’t have maps and do not know that they should stick their army and guns in their own countries and uh… I believe that their education like such as uh, South Africa, and uh, the Iraq, everywhere like such as, and I believe that they should, uhhh, their education over there in the US should help the US, uh, should help South Africa, it should help the Iraq and the Asian countries so we will be able to build up our future, for us, by being able to obtain a goddamn map in the first place.


I am not a vegetarian because I have been brought over to the dark side of William’s evil mission to take over the world by serving incredibly insane amount of food on a single plate.


If I ever had to leave Malaysia, the one thing I would miss most is the… you guessed it, food. Where the fuck else can you get a hot piping nasi lemak at the ungodly hour of 4 a.m. (Darus in Uptown)?

Friends? What friends?

Ouch πŸ˜›

ky is so great

A blog post suggestion from my earlier post, Blogger’s Block, suggested by KY.

KY is so great that he makes the stupidest faces and NOT scare away children.

KY is so great

KY is so great that he makes the beach his bitch.

KY is so great - at the beach

KY is so great because he gets to hang out with me, who is greater πŸ˜€

KY is so great - with Suanie

KY is so great. I like KY because he is so great.

blogger’s block

For real.

I do have stuff to write about, but they are scheduled for later dates.

In the meantime, please help this blogger out by suggesting topics for her to blog about. As a ‘thank you’ for helping me think, I promise to blog about every suggested topic*.

I am really, really drowning here. Save A Blogger? Kthx πŸ˜€

*within reason, lmao!


Ohai Ryan!

z0mg colours and more colours!

This was meant to be published yesterday, but after gallivanting around with le Paul, I was rather tired, and almost immediately fell sleep until the next day.

I managed to score myself two free tickets to go watch Tunku the Musical, courtesy of YTL. I invited FA for the Saturday matinée, and we managed to reach KLPac ‘on time’. Phew, would hate to see the tickets go to waste.

At the start of the show, Joe Hasham, Malaysian performing arts extraordinaire stood up to apologise for Tony Eusoff not being able to perform in this second staging of the musical. The latter had been hospitalised for acute appendicitis, and was in no way near fit to sing for us. Nevertheless the show must go on, and thus the musical was amended and improvised to mask the lack of another leading role. I was happy that they did not choose to shut down production immediately, but after the show I couldn’t help but to wonder what it would be like if Tony Eusoff was there. For someone who has never seen the show before, Eusoff’s appearance was missed.

But it was a rather spectacular performance, in the sense that I was truly awed by the songs, the singing, the backdrop, the lighting and the costumes. The only part that I wasn’t impressed with, and unfortunately it was a pivotal part was the storyline. When you watch Cats, you’d expect to see performers dressed as furballs running around the stage mimicking the meowing of cats, and rightly so. When it comes to The Lion King, I guess you’d been influenced by the cartoon of the same title to anticipate a lion’s coming of age. In the same way, you wouldn’t be misled by The Phantom Of The Opera, or even Puteri Gunung Ledang: The Musical. So it was rather baffling for someone like me, who cannot in anyway be misconstrued as a musical aficionado nor be lacking in appreciation for them, to sit through two acts spanning nearly 2 hours of wondering, “What has this really got to do with our first Prime Minister?” Maybe ‘Merdeka: The Stories After’ would have served their purpose better.

Tunku the Musical opened with Douglas Lim as a reporter going around asking various people dressed in local garbs what they felt about Merdeka, and if they would rather be back under the British. There was a moment that I really liked — the part where a sole man sang ‘God Save The Queen’ only to be drowned out by a melodious, chorus of ‘Negarakuku‘. Then it was 1965 with the separation of Singapore from Malaysia. In between, we learnt that Tunku’s favourite laksa was Chinese laksa rather than Malay laksa, and that a fictitious political aide to Tunku called Tuan Syed forbade his son, Malik’s romance with a young Chinese-born lady bred in a Malay household. And that the fictitious Tuan Syed had a non-Malay mistress and subsequently broke her heart by denying any kinship when asked by the press.

(But did you know that Tunku’s wives were (in order of marriage): Chinese/Thai, English, Malay, Chinese? Erm, does it matter? Lolz.)

Then it was 1969, dubbed the blackest year of Malaysian history. You all know what I mean. Scenes of political voting, Malik’s lover being raped, Malik being killed (very Romeo and Juliet-esque), then the final chorus performance of hoping that Malaysians will be truly colour-blind in the next 50 years to come. The end. Abrupt? I thought so too. Good intentions, people but I wasn’t sold. Too many potholes in the ‘jalan cerita’, too many questions that need to be answered (heck, I didn’t know Tuan Syed was a figment of their imaginations until I googled for it later), and in short, too idealistic like building castles in the sky without Jack’s beanstalk. Not to take anything away from the cast and crew, because like I said earlier, I enjoyed the songs, singing and such, but somehow one couldn’t help but to feel let down by the promise of a musical with said title. Abstractly I suppose it refers to Tunku’s vision of a united Malaysia, but perhaps I would have enjoyed it more if there were less hazy references to Tunku.

Maybe it’s just me lah πŸ™‚

But one thing that was on my mind throughout the musical was, “erm, where are the bits that referred to, or even acknowledges Sabah and Sarawak joining Malaya in 1963 to become Malaysia?” Sorry Borneo folks, you don’t even count in a musical, lolz.

Talking about racial harmony, I guess you would have to live in Sabah and Sarawak to find out and appreciate the whole colour-blind communities they have going on there. It is only when they arrive in Peninsular Malaysia when they learn that the South China Sea is not the only thing that separates East and West Malaysia. Especially if you look like Erna, who doesn’t ethnically look like anything in the ‘tiga bangsa’, who frequently gets stopped by the police because they thought she was ‘pendatang haram’. It makes for funny stories and laughter over teh tarik, but in reality it’s rather sad lah. All the more Sabahans and Sarawakians feel less welcome than Indonesian migrants.

So, colour-blind in 50 years to come? Good luck lah.

Happy 44th birthday, Malaysia. I (still) love you.

the red kebaya house partayyy!!!

The Red Kebaya won 4 awards at the 20th Malaysian Film Festival (Best Actress – Vanida Imran, Best Costume, Best Poster and Best Sound Effects), so they had a small house party on Monday, and kindly invited me and Fireangel. Yeay!

The buffet spread was excellent, the setting was excellent, and Addaudio peps proved to be excellent hosts.

TRK party - Patrick, Min, Suanie, FA
Patrick, Min, FA and me

Some peps working at Addaudio put up a brilliant performance. Jinx and Sherry were most entertaining πŸ˜‰ Fauziah Nawi also did an impromptu joget/rap, first of its kind πŸ˜‰

TRK party - performers

Producers Andre Berly and Ramli Hassan, director Oliver Knott, actresses Samantha Schubert and Vanidah Imran (accompanied by her husband Rashidi Ishak) and a couple other cast were there…

TRK party - cast
Stars and the hardworking Addaudio crew!

TRK party - Patrick, Daniel, Suanie, FA
Patrick trying to camwhore, me and FA with Daniel who kept running away from camwhoring with us…

Thanks Addaudio, especially Daniel, Patrick, and Kate for taking such good care of us πŸ˜€

paul’s pop-tarts

Paul bought pop-tarts.

Paul's poptarts
What’s more precious than a pop-tart? Paul smiling in a photo!

I’ve never had a pop-tart, so I nicked one off Paul.

Suanie holding a poptart
Hari ini dalam sejarah: Suanie’s first pop-tart, ever!

Then the bloggers in us took over… z0mg Spongefox so kiut!!!11111

Poptarts for Suanie, Paul, Spongefox, Jeff
One small bite for (wo)men…

How Jeff ended up camwhoring eating a pop-tart was because I stole him from his friends for a couple minutes πŸ˜€

So, uh… pop-tarts. Yeay!!!1111 πŸ˜€