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

walkers salt & vinegar crisps ftw!

My first husband went to London, and all I got was Walkers salt & vinegar crisps! And that was because I asked him to buy them for me!!!

Suanie and Tock2 with Walkers crisps
Walkers crisps ftw!

It’s more than awesome, seeing that I neglected to get him anything from Hong Kong, thanks to my no souvenirs stand. He didn’t ask for anything from me also mah… πŸ˜€

When I was a kid –> teen, the only crisps flavours I knew were ‘original’ (which means lightly salted, I guess), tomato and BBQ. I don’t consider Super Rings as crisps lah, naturally. The first non-original, non-tomato and non-BBQ flavoured crisps I had was Walkers’ Salt & Vinegar crisps, brought back to tanahair by some awesome people – my ex-boss I think. From then on, I was HOOKED. Where previously I thought salt and vinegar was the weirdest combination to ever exist on planet Earth, well I guess the older I get, the weirder I get too.

I’ve tried different salt & vinegar flavoured crisps brands, but none came close to Walkers. They aren’t available in Malaysia, right? Or I haven’t seen them yet because I am a semi-recluse and I don’t go out of my comfort zone (which is pretty much Centrepoint).

Anyway, thanks Tock2! Heart heart.

And btw Simon, that bag of crisps you devoured at Tock2’s house was MINE! Grrrrr….. die!!!!!

hk june 08 – when relieving yourself is not a relief

There comes a time when you realise that some age-old theories need serious revamping. For example, when Maslow put to triangle his hierarchy of needs (then he sold his theories to assorted ministries of education around the world who then proceeded to bore the crap out of us by forcing the psychological structure upon our already overloaded minds. I mean, human beings need food and shelter to survive? No shit.. ), he forgot to include the very important layer of “fuck you give me a water tap in the bloody toilet”.

To read a previous post on almost the same subject, click here. To avoid TMI and perhaps graphic description of… things, click here.

The last time I was in Hong Kong, I sort of mentioned that the toilet in the hotel where I stayed did not manage to suck in every bit. Initially I thought it was due to the el cheapo hotel I was at; however my friend John who lodged at a hotel where guests have personal butlers reported the same problem.

This time round, we stayed at BP International for the first night. Not sure if they had some renovation work done, but the toilet was awesome πŸ˜€ From the second night onwards, we stayed at the Guang Dong Hotel… not too awesome.

Hotel toilets are the least of my concerns, for one may easily reach out, bla bla bla yadda yadda yadda. As you may know by now, the rest of the world is not very sympathetic to us Malaysians (well okay, and some Singaporeans) regarding our little penchant for water taps/ dipper/ bidet. Baby wipes just do not give out the same kind of satisfaction.

So the first day in Hong Kong, I was rather conscious about not drinking so much water so I would not have to scramble around looking for a toilet. But I got a bit dehydrated and decided that such senseless self-sacrifice was not worth it. That was when I found out that public toilets are in such great demand that they moved to the first world and operates only on certain hours and days:

Public toilet in Landmark, Central in Hong Kong
At Landmark in Central District. Wtf?!

Yes, I sound bitter because I *am* bitter. You wouldn’t believe how many people I had to ask to get to this damn toilet.

By the way, what do Hong Kong girls, Hong Kong toilets, Hong Kong changing rooms and leprechauns have in common? …. .. …… .. …….. They are all tiny! Bwahahahhahahha!


Anyway, at the Hong Kong airport waiting to board, I had a rather miserable time holding everything back in. Never been so glad to see the KLIA…

Okay, I’m done on the subject.

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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

back from hong kong

Suanie's shoes bought in Hong Kong


so long till tuesday!

More notes before the taxi arrives at 6 a.m. :

The year 1998 was my final year in high school. Early this year, I proposed to some of my high school friends whom I still keep in touch with to hold a 10-year reunion/ anniversary. I reckon we have more or less 200 people in our batch, and my target for the reunion was half the number. The date was set for this year’s Wesak weekend because I figured that a lot more people would be able to attend, thanks to the long weekend.

Unfortunately the final turn-out is 34 (I think). Well, not bad what πŸ™‚ We held it at the Katerina Hotel in Batu Pahat (yes, ze hotel), the staff was really good to us (mental note to write a ‘thank-you’ letter to the staff) and it was a lovely, lovely time catching up and so on.

Well, this is us πŸ™‚

SMK Convent 1998 reunion
SMK Convent Batu Pahat, Class of ’98. Click on the photo above for a larger version

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Last Friday Tim invited me to his birthday dinner at Michaelangelo’s at Pavilion. I tumpang-ed ST‘s ride because I am a lazy arse who couldn’t be bothered to drive all the way to KL by myself. Emo Firdy chronicled the dinner at his blog — from his fresh and unique perspective, of course…

And because Uncle Patrick screams for morons to learn some Engrand, I cannot wish Tim a happy belated birthday. How about, “I LOVE YOU LONG TIME!” ? πŸ˜€ Heh.

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Last weekend was my maternal grandfather’s grand birthday bash. Most of the clan went back to Batu Pahat to celebrate his 80th birthday (or was it 81st? Hmmm…) and it was great catching up with my cousins. I like them very much πŸ˜‰

This is us!

Suanie's grandfather's clan
Photo stolen from my uncle’s blog πŸ˜‰

Personally it was a very fruitful trip for me, being able to consume Mat Shah’s nasi beryani and lontong in Sri Gading. Life’s little treats.

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Finished packing! Erna is bringing a single backpack whereas I will be lugging a proper suitcase to be checked in. Boss tumpang-ed me to buy 2 DDR and it’s not the RAM -_-”

Ryan in a Jurassic car
I’m going to miss him πŸ™‚

So long, and thanks for all the hits!

(Until Tuesday).

project petaling street is 5 years old

I read that Aiz was looking for PPS testimonials. Maybe this is a bit too late, but as you may have noticed (besides the fact that I keep repeating it) I have less time to blog these days. Well okay, maybe if I applied myself, I could always find the time. But that would mean giving up some of my chilling out/ destressing time which includes gaming and mindless clicking on assorted photos on Hot Or Not. Half-naked, well-fit male bodies or blogging? Hmmm…

I don’t remember the first time I access Project Petaling Street (PPS). I do remember (sort of) its layout where you could ping your posts, and there were RSS feeds of a few selected bloggers on the sidebar. Back then Jeff Ooi was yet a YB (and definitely more ranty and accessible πŸ˜‰ ), the blogosphere was much smaller hence more intimate… well it was (and some parts, still is) loads of fun.

In 2005, Aiz and gang organised a PPS bash to celebrate PPS’ 2nd anniversary. It was held at Charlie’s Place (now closed) and it was the first time I could put many faces to the blogs. Of course there were other bloggers’ gatherings prior to the party, but they were on a smaller scale, though no less fun.

In 2005 I was 24 years old. Hence I had no qualms of putting myself out there in wacky posts (though they’d be considered tame in today’s standards) such as parading in assorted outfits to be worn to the party. Another reason I could do that was because I was not as fat and pudgy as I now am, and I could fit into all those clothes that I had. I am not even going to put up the photos here because every time I look at how I used to be, the desire to pick up the nearest knife and duly and painfully drag it across my chest is so strong that I may not be able to stop myself. So, click on the link above if you would like to see them.

The party itself was rather fun for me. Met lots of people, had an absolutely grand time. Then we kept waiting for the next party, but I suppose life happens. Now that I am older and can better understand working life, I can thoroughly appreciate the hard work of organising and managing a party of such scale on your own time. Thanks to the lot πŸ™‚

As it is, I’ll always have a soft spot for PPS. Happy birthday!