Archives for June 2008

just another wednesday

Car sputtered and died this morning. Sister kindly sent me to work, not before fetching Ryan from pre-school. Took a few photos of him pretending to be animals.

Ryan is an animal
Clockwise: A snake, a tiger, a monkey and a… I forgot. Could be Ice-T.

Later his mom e-mailed me the following conversation that took place after I got out of the car:

Ryan: Where’s A-Yi going?
Ryan’s mom: A-Yi’s going to work.
Ryan: Why A-Yi going to work?
Ryan’s mom: To make money…
Ryan: Make money for me?
Ryan’s mom: No. Make money for herself.
Ryan: Cannot. Cannot make money for herself. Must make money for Ryan.

hk june 08 – what little alcohol tales

The last time I had a beer in Hong Kong was at Delaney’s along Peking Road. Well, it was actually more like the basement of a building. Back then I was drinking alone. This time round I had a friend to drink with me!

I think it was the second evening when we had our first beer. After walking around Central, looking for Pottinger Street (as recommended by Su Ann), we went back to Lan Kwai Fong to freshen up, heheh. Only a couple of bars looked promising, and we ended up in a cosy little bar along D’Aguilar Street.

Suanie drinking Carlsberg in Lan Kwai Fong, Hong Kong
Suanie with her Carlsberg

D'Aguilar Street, Lan Kwai Fong, Hong Kong
If you know the area well, you’ll surely know where we parked our arses

Some genius in a flashy car braked and a policeman (or traffic dude, don’t know which) hit him from behind. Provided lots of entertainment (for me).

Accident with policemen, Lan Kwai Fong, Hong Kong
Padan muka

The next day, the pub was closed so we went to a German pub up the street, Schnurrbart where I had a Warsteiner and a Kânig Pilsener. We also had our dinner there but that belongs in the food post.

Konig Pilsener at Schnurrbart in Lan Kwai Fong, Hong Kong
Yummy German beer

Since some clever peeps did not lock their router, we were able to leech off their Wi-Fi and so had a spanking good time catching up with e-mails and stuff. For me at least, because Erna bought herself a Wi-Fi access thingy.

At Stanley, I saw this poster on the wall and I just had to take a photo of it…

Jet Li endorsing San Miguel
Jet Li endorsing San Miguel

I don’t like San Miguel. It sucks.

Also spotted at Stanley Market, an advertisement for Baileys Haagen-Dazs!

Suanie next to a Baileys Haagen Dazs sign in Stanley Market, Hong Kong
Hello, come to Malaysia, can?

Unfortunately it was too early in the morning for Baileys, ice-cream or not. What, you think I’m Fireangel ar? πŸ˜›

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All blog posts on this trip:

hk june 08 – the obligatory ‘i waz there’ photos
hk june 08 – food food food
– hk june 08 – things you can buy with money
hk june 08 – what little alcohol tales
– hk june 08 – when relieving yourself is not a relief

Flickr set for Hong Kong 2008 trip

round and round the mulberry bush

Rather than being angry about the recent fuel price hike, I decided to channel my feelings and energy to scanning some stuff instead. Turns out, I only managed to scan about 4 items before I got massively bored of having to wait for the scanner to scan, then photoshop to edit and enhance. So maybe I wasn’t so angry after all.

First up — my colleague’s girlfriend bought a copy of Majalah Remaja (May edition) and told my colleague that I was in it. As this was the same couple who claimed they spotted me and ShaolinTiger on a food/ eating programme on 8TV giving our recommendations (or something, which I have no recollection of so it most likely was not us), I was not so inclined to believe him. But he passed me the magazine the next day, and true enough…

Suanie in Majalah Remaja May edition

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Sure, it only occupied 1/4 of the page. But it’s the first time I am on a Malay-language zine! Tra la la la la la.

(For those not in the know, click here to read about the Nokia Wireless Adventure II, then be ashamed of yourselves for not reading my blog every single day, even if I don’t update. I mean, what other counter-productive things could you be doing?!?)

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A cat got itself stuck between a tree and a fence at my home then proceeded to die.

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A friend’s uncle, Adnan Osman who is 65 years old is on a 9,000 km cycling trip from Kuala Lumpur to Beijing (hopefully in time to make it to the Olympics and support the Malaysian contingent there!). I am in extreme awe, shame and embarrassment because the last time I was on a bicycle, I managed to make it to the nearest pasar malam, bought tonnes of delicious food home and had a massive pig out after which I fell asleep because I was too full and fat. And that was 8 years ago, so I imagine I wouldn’t be able to cycle past my front gate now.

In any case, the most admirable Adnan Osman’s blog is here: oadnanxtreme.blogspot.com so you might want to head over there and show some love.

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Eyeris has a new blog for music that he likes, which means it’s a pretty good blog and one that I’ve added to my blogroll. Already I’ve listened to Coldplay’s Viva La Vida, which I would never have heard otherwise because: 1) I don’t listen to radio stations where they play new songs (then have them on rotation till death), and 2) I get less inclined to try new things as I age. It’s a pretty nice song so I’m happy to hear it and I might get the album.

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Here are the other 3 items that I scanned from my grandfather’s personal stash:

Grandfather - Sri Gading Electric Company
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A receipt from payment to the Sri Gading Electric Company in 1963. I think another one stated ‘2 lamps’ or something, so I am not sure how it was calculated. Need to ask my mom more on this. I think the Sri Gading Electric Company was bought over by TNB (or what TNB was called back then). But I would so love to know how they operated… All my life I’ve known only one IPP, so it would be interesting to know how it all worked.

Grandfather - bicycle registration card
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A bicycle registration card! If you’d see the larger version, does it say registered in 1985 or 1937? Can’t be the latter… right?? Anyway I don’t know which bicycle was this. I know that my grandfather has a big black bicycle though (will include the brand here when I find it out). Growing up, I was both scared and fascinated by the bicycle. Then at the age of 11 or 12, I finally mustered up enough courage to ride it. And fell in love with it, and always tried to take it out, risking my grandfather’s (gentle) wrath because he wanted to go out and couldn’t because I stole his bicycle hahahahah!

Grandfather - aliens ordinance?
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Aliens Ordinance, Certificate of Admission in 1951. My grandfather was 28 at the time of this certificate, and I’m not sure why they put his country of birth as ‘undetermined’ padahal he was born in this country. Oh well, no evidence, kan? Well, times have changed. If anyone would call me an alien in my own country now, I’d sue them.

There are a lot of other interesting stuff in his stash — marriage certificate (which is a red colour rolled-up piece of paper like what you see in Chinese period dramas), good citizenship cert, letters from China (which I think I have permission to have it translated — obviously I can’t read Chinese), assorted this and that. There’s also his life story that I think I want to document, but it’s a bit hard because I am not in Batu Pahat and I don’t go back often these days. Will need my mom for this project, need to think of a way to entice her and make her very interested to spend hours interviewing her dad on tape πŸ˜‰

Mom, are you reading this? πŸ˜€

See how lah. By the way this is the same grandfather who has a road named after him πŸ˜‰

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