Happy Merdeka From The Somewhat Selfish Malaysian

I’m not quite sure if I feel like a pengkhianat negara for going over to pay our favourite neighbour a visit(for me, it’s a certain favourite boy and the cast of a very favourite tv show) on the 50th anniversary of our country’s independence.

In between my constant dozing offs, I did look out the bus window and wondered if I’m missing out on anything on this extremely revered day. I pondered over the question and dug deep but strangely there was no guilt. All I was slightly disappointed about was my annual fireworks show at Sunway Lagoon observed from the overhead bridge connecting SS14 to SS15.

I’ve been reading the blogs of my peers(Hey Mel! Hey Pau!) and they all seem to reverberate with the same sentiments. I’m not very different from them or from any other young Malaysian who reads a fair bit of newspapers and other news portals(you know, the ones that the governments are forever trying to clamp down on) and I can tell when the media uses distractions to keep us happy and blinded towards the other things that irk the unsatisfied ones among us.

As much as I frown upon some of the silliest things that I read in the newspaper, I will not indulge in over analyzing the supposedly sorry state of our country. It’s not the best, but it’s home. 🙂

In Malaysia, I believe that I have many things to be grateful for. The government has given me a few things, even though I am chinese. And sometimes for me, that’s enough. But for other people with a more different background from the one I have, I can understand why they are frustrated with their own welfare. When I have the voice and the ability, then I will stand up against whatever that I do not see fit.

But for now, I feel that I have enough.

I’m happy that my parents can buy a house for my family to live in. It’s okay that we didn’t get any discount, as long as we could afford it, I’m happy enough.

I’m happy that as a woman, I get to have an education in my own country. With whatever means that I have.

I’m thankful for the free vaccinations given when I was in primary school and secondary school.

I’m thankful for my parents for speaking English to me at home.

I’m thankful for my teachers for teaching me BM in standard one and photocopying papers which painstakingly taught us how to pronounce Bahasa Melayu in a Bahasa Baku way.

I’m happy that the government allowed Astro to establish itself which means that Wah Lai Toi would then be able to contribute to my wonky Cantonese.

I’m thankful that there are some chinese schools in Malaysia because now in university, I have friends who will try to teach me mandarin because I was the pitiful one who went to a national school.(My boyfriend, who went to the chinese school next to my primary school, has weird sounding mandarin now since he left school. Don’t want to speak mandarin with him! hmmph!)

I’m happy that I’m allowed to drive in this country because I need to go to places.

I’m happy that I can enjoy all sorts of food in Malaysia(So cliche, I know) even though I can’t take spicy food.

I want to say that I did enjoy colouring the red and white on the Jalur gemilang but most of all I enjoyed colouring the blue part of the flag the most. I didn’t really like colouring in the moon and the star. Too many sharp points to tend to. I always felt that it was too much effort.

This might sound strange, but I’ve always been amazed that everybody in Malaysia can speak BM. Well, there are a few pitiful few who can’t, but it’s one language that we will resort to when we can’t converse in any other language. Have you seen two chinese people speaking in BM? It’s the strangest thing, but as this is Malaysia, it happens. 🙂

I always look out for Malaysia whenever I see a list of countries. Be it in a book, an online form, a travel brochure, a magazine, a pie-chart on certain statistics… I get a tinge of happiness when Malaysia gets acknowledged on the international front.

I grew up with a grandmother who loves Mahathir and calls him hensem. I think he is hensem too. And I respect him alot. He is a powerful man. I don’t know why I sound like an Easy-To-Read kindergarten book. T_T
I’m thankful that the government gave me the chance to skip a whole year to go standard five thus allowing me to feel damn proud of myself whenever I’m the youngest among my peers.(but not necessarily the smartest. T_T)

I’m also very grateful towards the PTPTN loan the government gave me and allowing me 20 years to complete my repayment upon graduation.

I’m happy that my father can still afford to put me through university even though I didn’t qualify for scholarships.

I’m happy that my forefathers chose to come to Malaya to cash in on the tin-mining business. Oooh ooh! By the way, I am related to Yap Kwan Seng!(My dad’s cousin did a family tree genealogy thingy recently). Apparently he is my greatgrandmother’s(paternal grandmother’s mother) greatgrandfather! Now I can walk in the middle of Jalan Yap Kwan Seng and don’t care if people scold me, “OI! Your grandfather’s road ar?!!” to which I can proudly answer back, “Yalah and then!”

I’m happy that Roti Canai and Teh Cina Ais still costs RM0.40 each. If your Roti Canai costs more than mine, ho ho, sucks to you!

However, here’s my wish list as a Malaysian:

-I believe that friends are not a matter of race, sex, religion or age. I want to meet more Malaysians who are on the same wavelength as I am.

-I want to hear less discrimination and witness more open mindedness.

-I want to eat more non spicy Nasi Lemak. They roXxXo.

-I want the police to be paid better. If I was living in poverty, I wouldn’t be very happy doing my job too.

-I want to plant padi, just once! It’s a must as a Malaysian. Heh.

-I still want Pudu Bus station to relocate elsewhere. If not, lay down some more train tracks, damnit. Bullet train that gets me to Kedah within 2 hours. Yeah, baby.

..see, there are so many things to be happy for and perhaps a few more things to wish upon. I’m not ashamed to say that my points are very self centered. I do care about my fellow Malaysians but I do not feel that I need to count the ways about how much I wish things were better for them. I will do what I can, but for now, I cannot do as much as I want to so I will not say anything. Give me time and I will be a part of the generation that will improve Malaysia.

Putrajaya Fireworks Jam, Sush Is Back!, DIY Lanterns, My Second Self-Help Book

If you haven’t already checked out the fireworks at Putrajaya, make sure you go as there are only a few more shows left!

I was in my die die must go mode and poor Chee Kiang had to endure the one hour drive there(with minimal complains) and then the two hour jam home(he was pretty frustrated already at this point, hehe). I guess I would say it’s worth it? But with a better view, it would’ve been spectacular! So do go early if you plan to go. Team Japan is on the eve of Merdeka. Japan should be quite a show.

Bring your MPVs and SUVs along as the sun roofs will come in handy. So many people popped their heads out of their car to see the fireworks as the cars were merely crawling along, trying very hard to get closer to the main area. It was held at PICC.

It was so jammed that I could even go down and take a photo of Chee Kiang looking pissed off at the traffic.

I guess everyone had the same idea to just leave their cars in the middle of the roads when the fireworks started.

My shots are crappy but this is to show you that I saw fireworks. 🙂

I guess I can associate my love for glitter with fireworks. Sparkly and beautiful, I just can’t get enough of it.

This was the grand finale. Quite spectacular towards the end. Team Italy. Yay.

We had to wait awhile as some of the cars’ owners had walked a long way up the road and were no where in sight.

That’s self timer mode and a car as a tripod. 🙂

Since we were stuck in a jam, Chee Kiang and I played hand games!

“HAND GAMES?!?! HAIYOH!!” exclaimed my dad, in a tone of disgust when I told him what we did during the jam.

“Eeeyer..dad..!! As in Zet Zet Zet Bom Bom Bom. You know, things we played in kindergarten,” I laughed, knowing fully well that what I said had a double meaning. I love saying these things to scare my parents. Ho ho ho.

Quite a lot of games we played actually. He taught me one that he learnt during his juniors’ orientation. It’s so simple and fun that I can even teach you now. Sit in a circle with a group of friends. The first person says “One!” and the second person would say “Shoot!”. The third person would then say, “Bang!”. The fourth person would say, “Two!”. Fifth person says, “Two!”, sixth Person, “Shoot!”, seventh person, “Shoot!”, eighth person, “Bang!” and nine person, “Bang!” …. eh, get it? As in as the number increases you must say the word the same amount of times. Damn bodoh but damn exciting also.


Sush came back from UK after completing her internship at a firm there. Mel, Sush and I went to Melur for a good dose of roti tisu and a loooooooooooong catch up(read: major super duper gossip.) session. Even my dog’s personal life wasn’t left out of our topics.

And of course, a photo. 🙂 The girls demanded for another shot as the first one “made them look ugly”.

In the second one, *I* look horrible. But I’m the bigger person here, I will sacrifice my graceful elegant porcelain tau foo fah yong tau foo beauty to look like my dog’s twin sister(same hair, see?) when my two babes are satisfied with the way they look in the photo.

I’ve not seen Sush for over a year(and Mel for like 4 days, lol), I’m just glad that she hasn’t developed a UK accent. I’ve got dahlings in a few continents, specifically Chien who came back from Sydney and She Dee from Hawaii, each sounding like a native from their respective ..er…study lands. The former used to end everything with a question mark when she first got back and the latter had a hint of Paris Hilton-accent.

If Sush really came back with a British accent, I’d be damn disturbed but wouldn’t lose out and would start talking in a Kedah accent. Loghat Kedah.

Tak poh, asalkon kawon kawon mai balik, sayo gembiroh. Tigoh kupang, terimo kasih.

(actually bluff you only, the only two words I learnt in Kedah is Mai which is mari and Kupang which means cents. But to my defense, I also learnt quite a number of chinese words. Toya is taugeh in mandarin.)


Strolling around Jaya Jusco in Bangi(don’t ask me why) yesterday, I saw a stall selling the really really old school lanterns that I played as a child. This signifies that the mooncake festival is drawing close. Touching the metal and taut glass paper on the lanterns, I thought, “Hmm, this looks easy enough,”. All the designs were your usual ugly fare of dragons, fishes, pigs and what have you. I was thinking, “Hmm. What if I design some myself? I could make them look girly.. so that girls my age will adore them, like how we gush over things from pink super girly shops.”

That’s when I had the brilliant idea to break into the lantern market. Hehe. I was itching to go out to buy my materials but it was a Sunday. I just hate it when I have an idea that I am extremely enthusiastic about and would have to wait till the next day to execute it. It’s damn tormenting one, okay!

Yeah, so maybe if I can master the skill of making beautiful lanterns for the fashion conscious girl, it might sell!

So, on Monday, I immediately gathered the materials that I would need:

1) All possible colours of glass paper(transparent tinted plastic wrapper-paper)
2) Soft-enough wire(must be bendable)
3) Wire bender(or do you call it a plyer?)
4) Scissors
5) Blade
6) Glue pen
7) Cellophane tape
8) Jars and packets of glitter
..and I was set!

However, lantern making wasn’t as straight forward as it was made out to be. Plus, I couldn’t get any information off the net.

I won’t go into the details about how I cut the wire and bent it as it is damn frustrating. What’s more frustrating is when I had to cut the glass paper according to the shape of the wire I bent. Grrr.

I made two blue hearts and joined two pink triangles together. It’ll form a fairy when I’m done with it. Just you wait!

Wait for it…

The wings can be spread one, okay!

Diffuse glow for that marketing gimmick touch. (Sabar lah, after a while I’ll get bored of this photoshop function.)

Can insert a tiny fairy light in between the triangles. Hm, I’ll think of a way. But hey, it’s good practice what, right?

And I think for now I better make for myself first. T_T Too ugly to sell. And making one already gives me blister and takes damn bloody long. My dad was telling me that any business that involves manual labour is not a smart business. ;\

He was also talking about how he tries to tell his subordinates off nicely. He didn’t like it that some of the factory people didn’t wear helmets and he would summon them to his office. His tactic would be to make them remorseful, not angry at him.

He’d tell them things like, “Kalau ada apa-apa hal, saya mesti menjawab kepada isteri kamu dan anak-anak kamu…” bla bla.. and they’d feel so bad and put their safety helmets on.

But what’s most funny would be when my dad googles Simpulan Bahasas up to use it in his ‘lectures’ to make his messages more ‘deep’ to his staff. I was laughing so hard. It’s like he simply apply only, so that his staff would be in awe. I’m thinking of looking for a primary school Malay workbook with Simpulan Bahasas for him. I think he would prefer those rhyming sentences. What was it called already? Tatatertib? Tatasusila? Tatasilangkata? Tatabahasa? Wtf? Oh you know, the longer ones that are mentioned as the moral of a story in our primary school textbooks.

Speaking of books, I couldn’t find the eBook for this book called, “Why Men Marry Bitches”, by Sherry Argov. So yeah, I bought it and now I’m on my way to becoming less of a demure Asian wife(wtf.. i wasn’t even demure to begin with) and also to answer all these questions in my head when I see really good guys dating extremely horrid girls. The book really explains you know. If you want to borrow it, get in line. Melody chup already.

Okay, goodnight, gonna indulge in this book a little bit more. AND I HAVEN’T EVEN FINISHED HARRY POTTER YET!! #@*$#^^%. Shaddap! Don’t say anything!

To KLPAC To Watch Tunku The Musical and The Pink Ikea Experience

editted: -___- since most of you said that the legs of my new pink stool resemble a pink *to quote Chui San* african-american penis, I guess I had to make some changes to the photos. Scroll down to see if it’s less gross!


After lunch, I took a long nap while hugging my dog as a bolster. My grandma was right, never sleep straight away after you eat. I had a really really weird dream.(so what’s new?)

it was set in Cameron Highlands and I think it was at a hotel. I was in national service but because I was outstanding, I landed a role as a guest star on Desperate Housewives as an army girl in a forest where Susan is once again lost.

After returning home to Subang Jaya, the entire cast of Desperate Housewives minus Edie but inclusive of Mary Alice paid me a visit at my home. I hugged Felicity Huffman in my living room and the rest of the cast sat around with their babies and watched television. They were all rather amused with my dog’s antics. I was beside myself as I was rubbing shoulders with uber famous people!

There was a wedding up my road on that day and there were many people attending it. Almost the whole of Subang was there. The cast of Desperate Housewives and myself were posing outside my house for a big group photo. People were stopping to stare because Damn! It was the cast of Desperate Housewives! Hahaha. As the crowd milled about, I spotted a familiar but grown face in the crowd. It was my standard 3 crush, Jin Yang. Next to him was this Indian guy who looked nothing like the little Indian boy who stayed behind my grandma’s house in USJ, whom I would play Ice and Water with and who used to tease me about Jin Yang. Jegan has grown up so much that I could hardly recognise him anymore. I exchanged hellos with Jin Yang, but having seen him around in secondary school it was not that a big a deal. I immediately gushed about how long it’s been to Jegan and admitted to him that I’ve tried googling him up to no avail. We got into his car and drove around my area while we talked and talked about our early primary school years.

So conclusion of the dream? I guess I really can’t wait for the next season of Desperate Housewives and I do really miss my primary school classmates. We were all in the same class from standard 1 to 3. I’ve met most of them back in secondary school and have most of them on Friendster.. like Wong Poh Wei, Wayne Adam, Clara Choo, Yeoh Huimin, Alan Lau, Ambiga, Shariman, Tengku Noordiyana, Loo Elaine..all except Jegan. Where is he? =/ Strange dreams.

On Tuesday, I dragged Lie Yuen, Poh Yee, Dennis and Derrick to watch Tunku The Musical. I’ve been raving about musicals to Lie Yuen for the longest time and since we were all back home, it seems like the best opportunity to get all of them to come watch a musical with me.(which OF COURSE, has Douglas Lim. Hohoho.)

I had another ‘learn the way to KLPAC’ tutorial from Dennis again. Since we were early, we decided to have dinner before going for the show. I raved, “There’s a dammmmmn good bak kut teh shop in the area.” All the way from Subang, I was already raving about the bak kut teh that we would be having for dinner.

The rest were like, “Are you sure it’s damn good?” and I was nodding vigorously, “Yes. Not nice I pay. I’ve been to the shop before and it was so delicious, trust me!”

After making Dennis drive around the whole of Sentul(and we nearly ended up in Kepong), I shouted, “THERE!! THAT ONE!! THAT’S THE BAK KUT TEH SHOP!”

So we parked the car and made our way over. All of us were eager to sink our teeth into some delicious pork. As we walked in, Dennis said, “Uh, Jo this is a dim sum restaurant.”

-__- Turns out that it was actually a dim sum shop that I was raving about. I remember having good food… but don’t know why my brain was so adamant that it was a bak kut teh shop. Shy only. The whole night they were like, “Eh Jo, this bak kut teh steamed one hor, no soup one hor! No yau char kwai today hor, Jo? Wah Jo, the bak kut teh damn nice.. take some..”

So embarrassing.

This was the look that Dennis gave me.

Poh Yee and Lie Yuen making do with the bak kut teh substitute.

L-r: Poh Yee, Lie Yuen and myself after Dennis parked his car at the KLPAC carpark.

My KL road tutor Ah Kor Kor Bear and myself.

The three of us enjoying the lighting.

Giving Dennis a chance to have his photo taken to. (More like I forced him lah)

Derrick arrived soon after… we were commenting, or rather, he was telling us that some people have said that he bears some resemblance to Douglas Lim. So apparently at the end of the play, I didn’t have to take photo with Douglas Lim but a photo with him(Derrick) would be good enough. -_-

L-r: Dennis, Me, Lie Yuen, Poh Yee and Derrick before we went in.

Another well lit part of KLPAC.

Tunku The Musical was ..satisfying. I’m not exactly raving about it but there was Doreen Tang’s voice and Zamil Idris(is that his name?)’s manja voice singing, “Sayaaaaang….sayaaaang..” I quite liked that! And of course, Douglas Lim. 🙂 🙂

I didn’t stay around this time to wait for him to come out to say hello. Wanna play it cool abit. Don’t over do the whole fan stalker thing. 😀

And after many many embarrassing moments at play where I accidentally let the flash go off amidst the entire observant audience, I finally realised that my handphone could function as a camera without a flash. ;\ The feeling of your flash going off during a play/musical is damn fuggin’ embarrassing one. So embarrassing that you can’t sleep for days. But I don’t have ill intentions when I take photos..I just want to blog. 🙁

The next day, it was a trip to Ikea with Poh Yee and Lie Yuen! Lie Yuen wanted to look for a small table so she could study in my room and enjoy my motherly company. She feels lonely when she studies in her room.

WE FOUND THE PERFECT TABLE! Powder pink! I forced Lie Yuen to buy it.

I was at the kid’s section and I saw some stools going for RM20. I was damn sad because I really wanted it YET I had no reason to buy it.

The blue one was just as nice as the pink one. I was obviously torn and heartbroken.

The pillows were damn expensive but so comfortable!

After picking the tables from the aisles, I decided to fuck it and just get the stools. Hehe. I would have classmates or the occasional juniors popping over for a visit. Some cute funky stools would be nice.:D I is very happy.

If you think I was irrational, try Poh Yee. She bought a freakin’ dragon soft toy. LOL. Actually we conned her into buying it.

I tore the plastic bag containing the pink stool and took out one stool leg for Lie Yuen to be used as a back massager.

It was also really cute to camwhore with.

Sorry lah, I just love diffuse glow so much. That’s me playing Reporter-Reporter with Lie Yuen.

Oi! Sunlight okay! I HAVE THE PERMISSION TO CAMWHORE! Now just layan and see all the photos of me, all the way to the bottom of the post.:) You can do it!

Ah, the hair’s so nice in this shot.:) Some more with diffuse glow. Glamournye.

A dash of sunset.

I guess I was trying to see if I could come upon a nice profile photo for my facebook/friendster. 🙂

Looks familiar eh?:D

Sorry.. abit more.

By this time, Lie Yuen was quite embarrassed by the curious on lookers from the neighbouring cars.

Possibly the only thing one can do with two stool legs.

I love pink!

Eew. Skip.

I’m a unicorn! with an inflamed horn.

I’m also a soulful singer.

Alright, going down to Section 14 to pick Chee Kiang up. He’s back for the weekend. 🙂 🙂 🙂

OH Oh! By the way, I’m going down to SIngapore again over the Merdeka weekend(30th to 3rd!!).hohohoho. I’ll be at Vivocity to catch Heroes as they’ll be making an appearance there. Only Hiro, Mohinder, Nikki, Nathan and Parkman will be there. 🙁 No Peter. boo hoo. Wait, no Sylar!! SOB! I think Sylar’s damn hot. And also, of course to visit my dear bf again before I start classes a week later.

I was abit apprehensive because I would be missing out on the Merdeka celebrations. As I told Dennis, I feel quite…troubled by this certain thought of mine. What if I live up to 70 years old and witness the 100th birthday of Malaysia..and if some journalist from The Star wants to interview me about how I celebrated the 50th Merdeka?? I’d be too embarrassed to tell him that I went to Singapore to watch this superheroes(an obsolete term of the future) tv show’s cast live at a shopping mall there. 🙁 Then I won’t get to appear on the newspaper coz my story won’t be interesting enough. 🙁

Ah well. ;|