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parts made in KL,assembled in SITIAWAN

“i’m from SITIAWAN,Perak”

that’s what i answer whenever people in college ask me about where i was from.did you know i was born in KL? fact,i only moved to sitiawan when i was roughly 3 years old.i thought that the fact that i was born in KL does not make me an original Sitiawan product,but i feel that this small,humble town made me into what i am today.

naval base

this is what got me into sitiawan in the first place:the naval base.haha.i can’t offer any pictures beyond the gate.very mafan .you need to leave your IC and particulars at the gate.then as you exit they will check what’s inside your car boot.gosh.very troublesome.anyway,my dad got transferred to the navall base in lumut.that’s why we moved and settled down in sitiawan.


yeah.this is my first house.i got a shock when i came to take a photograph of is not like when i lived in it.there used to be a lawn,a place where i could play all day,and pots of flowers which my mum made me water every,it looks like a joint for drug addicts.gosh.what was left of that beautiful  home is the white house.


i can’t find any full frontal pictures of my you can see,it was much more beautiful last time.


i still can’t make the same face since this photo was taken.hahahaha.yeah.i had the furniture since damn troublesome to keep.DON’T buy these types of’ll regret it and your children will hate you for buying them!


this is my first birthday party in sitiawan! 7th birthday.merdeka you know my previous birthdays were held at my grandma’s house in hulu langat,kl?!it means that whenever its time for my birthday,we had to drive all the way to KL in my ancient taufu-lou honda accord just to throw a party.hahaha.mum got fed up and organised it in sitiawan on my 7th birthday.


i OWNED this stretch of road!haha.i remembered riding my blue bicycle as fast as i can.hahaha.there used to be lots of first fall on my bike was under a tree  but i can’t remember where as most of the big trees were chopped off.hmmm


i bought peanut butter biscuits (my favourite at that time…tak tahu pun oreos existed) at this shop.hahaha.i had my first siu mai,lou ma kai,fishballs,charsiew pau and stuff you find at coffeeshops in a silver steam cabinet.not here la but at the coffeeshop next is where i spent whatever coins i could find at numerous tikam machines.hahaha.and and and the owner of the shop has a pretty niece who taught me at kuok ming school.hahaha.i went there in the afternoons to study chinese.hahaha.i used to be able to read and write chinese but now i’m hopeless.yeah.back to the niece.i always looked forward to her lessons.she taught me moral during my first year and maths during my second year.yeah.mondays,wednesdays,fridays.those were the days she would teach my class.once i hitched a ride home with her,i  was silent the whole trip.ahahaha.and she asked me why i was quiet.muahahahaha.kuok ming school.yeah.i broke some furniture that belong to this man who actually has a house in the school compound.and as what true boys do at that age,i ran!he didn’t claim for the damages but he did glared at me whenever i’m nearby.gosh.sorry old man!


a basketball court RIGHT in front of my house.if only i stayed there till now,i might grow taller or become better in basketball.hmmmmmm.sadly,that’s not the case.i moved  into my current sitiawan house when i was forward 11 years,i now have a japanese neighbour,a hairdressing neighbour and some vietname neighbours!hahaha.there’s so many movement in and out of the house every night.hahahahahahaha.some of them are sexy you know.


this small building played a huge role in my life……


tadika linden!!!hahaha.did you know most of my friends went here for kindergarten?yeah.i have a tendency to remember all my firsts.i was cheated by my mum to go to kindergarten.i thought that my mum bought me a cool new red shirt and white shorts to wear for outings and such.then she told me to wear it and took me to tadika and left me on my own after 2 soon as i reached home i cried.i hated it so much.hahaha.i wonder if miss chan and mrs jeba are still there teaching young brats like me?hmmmmmm.


yes people,this is my primary school.we all fit into that building;standard one to standard six.hahahahaha.this is my school’s hall.KECERMELANGAN MATLAMAT KAMI!what a catchy slogan.


my primary school is located just beside my secondary school,separated by a wire fence.on saturdays,the hall will be filled by taikwondo students.ahhahaha.teacher’s day celebrations are held here and so does the many episodes in which tuantynn avoids tizebin.hahaha.did you know that tizebin has a crush on tuantynn?and tuantynn would avoid him when he crosses her line of sight?gosh.epic man.hahahaha


they said the hall is can hear the piano playing by itself at nights,they claim.i haven’t heard it so far.


that is the scariest classroom ever.just going up the stairs gives me the chill.gosh.i don’t even know what’s those who went in,let me know ya.


this is where the japanese prisoners dig their own grave.and we were running around the field every single day.gosh.this is another rumour someone told me.hahaha.


the looks disgusting.frankly,which school toilet doesn’t?however………….


it looks damn decent for a school toilet.


the basketball court actually served as a tapak perhimpunan.and as prefects,our weekly spot check during assembly was to see if students wash their shoes or got nothing else better to do.actually,i was a librarian for 2 years before becoming a huh.hahaha.special shoutout to ramanan here!he was my first friend in primary school.hahaha.i also had my first discipline case in primary school.i “extorted” money from tizebin.hahahaha.we had a bet about whether ultraman would air later in the day during a tuition class.i was thinking “gosh,easy rm1 for me”.so the next day when i went and claimed my prize,he reported to the rm1 i got a discipline case.hahahaha.small kids those days…sigh.


small kids these days!!!hahaha.they have no shame at all.if you can see clearly,there’s a taikwondo student peeing behind the bush.hahahaha.he’s so unlucky i was there to take photos.ahahahahaha.


the owner of this shop is one of mankind’s greatest contributors:his greatest contribution to the world is none other than IVY har,you are one good man that shall be remembered by me!hehehe.his 2nd greatest contribution to the world is the fact that he sold me a selling the PC,he gave me access to the internet.thus the birth of my blog.if it wasn’t for him,you wouldn’t be reading this post at all.


home curry house!if there’s a restaurant i would frequent for every meal for a whole month or two,it’s got to be this kick-ass joint.ok,maybe the food is not that great but its definitely convenient.i used to walk under the scorching heat with ang on days our mums got too lazy to we drive as we are too lazy.hahaha.super gay since last time.


this is the place to get both NST and the star after 11am.during school holidays when there was no newspaper from school,i used to cycle all the way to this joint.hahahaha.why 11am?that’s because i usually wake up at then its way too late to get english newspapers at stands near my,what has to be done must be done.i have to get them newspapers!


capri.hahahaha.this is my most favourite place to eat.fine,maybe fullpann has better food.fine,fullpann has air con.fine,fullpann has no moaquitoes.but i really really like capri.maybe its the atmosphere.hmmmm.i should stop thinking about it.i’m already drooling.


hehe.sitiawan’s local’s kinda an amazing building if you had witness it transform from a rundown building to one of sitiawan’s money-milkers.yeah.this building has a rich history.countless tamil movies have been screened here,countless (actually there weren’t many)chairs thrown within the screening halls and countless pink tickets sold by the old chinese ladies at the counter.yeah.i wonder what happened to the old aunty.


i give you sitiawan’s main shopping hub:THE STORE!!!hahaha.yeah.sorry about the poor picture.its kinda dangerous to take a picture while driving.bolehlah,the picture is kinda decent.anyway,here is where samuel gets most of its clothes (this line is referred to his friends who were/still studying with him at the UK).hehe.yogurt here is very fresh,unlike what some people claim.anyway,its still going strong despite competition from billion,ceria,econsave and giant.that might soon change with jusco being proposed to open a branch just opposite to giant.hehe.finally,a well known branch of deparmental store since parkson.hohoho.


this is where you find a lot of people on a thursday afternoon:the thursday market.i used to think that the thursday market was on a grand scale until i came to KL and witness connaught night market.if thursday market is a proton then connaught pasar malam is a mercedes.hahahaha.i opt to describe connaught pasar malam as a mercedes as i’ve heard there’s a bigger pasar malam somewhere in KL.hehe.anyway,this place evokes many memories.the most significant one was when i went there on ang’s motorbike without a helmet and was caught by my a result,my license classes were DELAYED.i was furious and so was she.hahahaha.the worst part is she sent an sms to ian’s phone informing me that she was going to delay my license embarassing was that!!!apa mau buat?i didn’t own a handphone at that time.and when i thought i owned one during post PMR,it was stolen at Lost World of Tambun.damn!!!!


this is what could be a specialists center in the future.the doctors that might run this place is daryl yeak,ian goh,ling j-cyn,samuel ding and maybe a few dentists.hahaha.manjung parade!!sitiawan’s most tak laku punya once housed lookinggood,a was not a nice place to shop.i only remembered it as there was an A&W outlet.if there’s one reason to force me to lookinggood its A&W.then it was institut tech,a tuition center where the air-con was freaking cold.there was a store selling pokemon cards too there.there was also a gym.that is until the building housed a snooker center.hehehe.


C&E beauty house.I STRONGLY URGE YOU PEOPLE OUT THERE TO NOT TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS WITH YOUR PHONE WHILE DRIVING!!!!!hahaha.its dangerous and your photos don’t come out that good.anyway,i now have to start looking for a facial shop nearby my house here in KL as i don’t think i will go there for facials in the future.i will really miss the relaxing face massages and the countless advice to drink more water from the aunties.hahahaha.

tucky light at the traffic light.its ok to take a shot.if there’s a notion to eat chicken rice then i would gladly drive all the way to restoran tucky.hahaha.


this is by far the most important building in sitiawan:SMK Methodist (ACS),EST 1903 does not mean there are 1903 students who got an A1 in English for Science and Technology (EST).in fact,we did so badly for EST until the school opt not to offer the subject anymore.EST in this case means basically my school is 106 years old this huh?


this is my class block from form 1 to form used to be in white but it has now transformed into a butter/balai polis/mr bean school.why yellow dr ashleigh?haha.i used to walk slowly along this road after school so that two girls will shout “BYE BYE SACHIN!” if they are still there.well,i only wanted to hear it from ONE of the girls.the other one just kacau!hehe.but after 2 weeks they got bored of saying bye-bye to me.sigh.anyway,my class would be at the front end of the block except in form 1 where i was in 1A3.hahaha.the class was so much fun.


the canteen:where we escape to after hours of studying (more like daydreaming,sleeping,reading newspaper,buat bissing,gossiping).i will always remember fear factor uncle who has left school after the class of 2007.mingsern used to be his usual customer until 2005 or sometime then.i think he did not like his ‘happy meal’.in fact,many didnt like the free gifts that came with his ‘happy meal’.they went and lodged numerous complaints because they found cockroaches,flies,lizard’s tail (nice wat the cintan mee,sup ekor wert).once,ang found a rubber band in his fried sotong.WTF.hahaha.i would always go for indian nasi lemak.then i will tambah fried egg,chicken,sambal telur (the sambal of the sambal telur way way way better than the normal sambal).at times i will get sirap cincau to drink.hahaha.if i were to drink it on a daily basis sure i’ll get diabetes.anyway,the quality of the sambal has deteriorated since i left.the highly addictive chicken nuggets there are now sold by mr burong’s wife:5 for rm2.damn.last time the chinese aunty sold 3 for rm1.maybe yihan got discount or something because he’s always seen hitting on taliking to the aunty.hmmm.maybe yihan got discount from the indian stall instead since he’ll go for his customary 2nd round of kueyteow with cucur smothered in sambal.hahahahahaha.i will also remember air suam kurang manis and teh tarik kurang manis tambah susu.WTF again.


the forbidden are not allowed to touch the shown pole.its contaminated with chiaching’s booger!


basketball court.recently it has been resurfaced and the backboard was replaced.i had many memories at this court.i joined the closed competition first with NUMB (hahaha…we were easily distinguished with our football jersey tops) and then with CDMC Avengers!hahaha.we were the worst team ever.we lost all 7 of our matches.i did end up as the team’s top scorer.oh ya,i broke a flower pot in frustation as well.hahaha.sachin the vandal!!!!


our school has a tennis huh?


library.guess which one of them is my sister.hahahaha.


guys’ toilet.only open whenever the janitor feels like is the newer one.


guys’ common toilet.always can find cigarette boxes in the flush tanks.once during a spot check,i found poop in the it got there remains a disgusting’s so high on earth did that guy pull off an upper decker?


ladies’ smells worse than the guys’ toilet.i kid you not.


this is my form 2 class photo.somehow my face is scratched off.aiyo.haha.i had misplaced my form 1 class photo.


form 3 of mums’ worst nightmares:their sakai sons in white pants! mum had a super hard time cleaning my pants as they get dirty way too easily.hahahaha.


form 4 class would have been so much better if there are a few people from 4Sc2 were to be in 4Sc1 and melissa would just vanish from the face of the earth.i had a torrid time in form 4 being teased.aiyo!


form 5 class ever!hahaha.


this is where i sit:at the side of a’s seriously an ideal place to sit because……..


i can actually see more of the class used to be in white.its so much darker now.if my class was pink 2 years ago surely i cannot really see *ehem*….i’ll stop guys must not know what and who i always see in class.hahahaha.


the arrow points to where clarence and another fella will flirt with kuanpeihuang.hahaha.samuel,please don’t leave nasty comments about her or her sister later ok? can seriously look at the pretty girls who pass by.hahaha.

did you know i have 49 crushes in school?hahaha.i kept score ok but mostly they are mini crushes.full crushes are rare and few in between.and only a few of those full crushes actually developed into something more (i mean my feelings,not our relationships).hahaha.out of 49,2 of them are 1 year younger;3 are 1 year elder,5 are 2 years elder,4 are 3 years elder,and the rest are all of the same age.however,of the few that i will certainly remember for the rest of my life………


i will always remember ling yiwen.she was my FIRST high school crush.ahahahahaha.chiaching,alan must be going wtf wtf what.i had a crush on her until i knew of changyung’s existence.hahaha.its really a sad way to know somebody exist because he got through to your crush’s heart.hahaha.its ok next (full) crush was way hotter than her.ahahahahahahaha.

i will remember the crap we talked and did in school.hahaha.there will always be a poll created by snow whitetigress about who is the most handsome in class,or who is the manliest in class.i never got the highest rating before (which is 1) from anybody in class.hahaha.then samuel who clearly is incensed because he didn’t get the highest rating would condemn the act,saying that chianwoon and the girls are wuliao.hahaha.i’ll be singing along with him because i’m also a tad bit disappointed because i didn’t get no really serves as an ego-booster if you get a very high rating.muahahahahahahaha.

i will always remember the scout camps in school and what fun can the presence of a few motorcycles can bring.romp-it outings were memorable especially during ang’s birthday.hahaha.just so that i won’t forget,i was the director of pillion riders.i have no idea what the positions are for.all i know i was riding pillion.favoured destined rider will always be ian goh,director of safe riding.i’m almost certain my life is at great hands whenever i ride pillion on his blue lagenda.hahaha.i also remember the time when chiaching took jacob’s motorbike and rode with the others for makan.then he met an accident at the crystal hotel traffic light.the first thing he did after he got up is to see whether his tapau-ed milo was spilled or not instead of inspecting the damage done on jacob’s motor.jacob never let anyone borrow his bike again…………

the reason i’m writing this post is that i’m leaving for india for the next 2 the time i’m back i won’t return to sitiawan as my mum finally shifts to is a very disheartening situation you know.i grew up in a small humble town and watch it develop alongside me.there was no 7-11 before i took my there are 4 outlets.people from sitiawan would eat mcdonald’s whenever they travel they eat something else because they got sien of eating mcdonalds since there’s a mcd outlet here.i use to pity those lala mui-s of simpang tiga who dress up nicely to go shop at econsave but soon they can dress up to go to jusco in another few years time.

i’ll miss you gave me kongpiang,late night nasi lemak,fresh seafood.but most importantly,you gave me the best memories and the time of my life.


this was the most recent outing:my farewell is the most gut-wrenching outing so far.hahaha.justin got me this batman lantern.this is the best lantern ever.when i was forced to make a speech before i cut my cake,i almost cried and winnie was recording would be so not macho if i did cry.anyway,i got hanshin to feed me the cake.hahahaha.

the memories are there because of you people are pieces of a puzzle.if a few pieces are missing then the puzzle would not be complete and you will not see the full picture as the pieces could not be are pieces that i would like to keep forever.sounds familiar right yvonne?i copied and edited your guys mean the world to me.i will miss you guys a lot.i’ll miss HER more though.ahahahahaha.

i started blogging because it was a trend back then but now i trully realised what the purpose of blogging is for:it serves to a be a reminder of the joys and treasured memories you’ve accumulated throughout the years and the happiness is shared to those who mean the most to you.i will update my blog more when i get there so you guys would know what is going on there.someday,i will return to sitiawan.the only problem is i have no place to stay.ang budget hotel and recreation centre:your favourite customer will be a place for me will ya!


the boy who is able to celebrate a huge festivity due to one half of his cultural upbringing

to those who bugged me about not updating my blog,i said i was returning after chinese new year!!if you are smart enough,you would know that there are 15 days before chinese new year officially ends.technically,i’m only 3 days late.

anyway,i celeberated chinese new year in sitiawan this year.i did not get the expensive tickets back to my mum’s hometown which is located at East Malaysia and accessible only by aircrafts (although a ferry would do but it is NOT a sensible choice).here are the things i did during chinese new year

chinese new year eve

i had reunion dinner at home.haha.its very weird when my family actually sat down at the dining area and eat.usually,i’ll eat and finish first followed by other family members.i guess that’s what reunion dinners are for.later,i went over to chianwoon’s house at 10pm.i fetched arronan with about 10.30pm,ang proposed a notion to meet with azizi TNB.haha.i haven’t seen him in a year so i decided to pay him a visit.but as we made our move,yvonne scolded us in chinese.i couldn’t get what she was saying but i certainly can feel her displeasure from the tone of her voice.anyway,spent a good 20 minutes at his house before sending arronan home.reached home around 11.15pm.yes,i went home early to hit the sack so that i could have sufficient energy for the ipoh trip my mum suggested the next day.however…….

first day of chinese new year

…THE TRIP WAS CANCELLED!!!!!wah.i was so pissed when i found out the next morning.i was really really really REALLY looking forward to the ipoh was so unfair.i went home early,i slept early,i woke up early but i didn’t get to go to ipoh.mum knew about my displeasure (i think it was etched on my face) so she made up for it by bringing me to fullpann for dinner.hahaha.i prefer capri though but hey,beggars can’t be choosers.there i met joanne ho,my tadika girlfriend (sort of…hehehe) and her family of course.haha.she was my best friend in tadika.even my dad remembers her name!!haha.when my dad remembers one of my friends,he/she must have made quite an far,he could only remember ang,justin,arronan,ramanan,glenn,chiaching,yihan and erm,the list ends there.haha.sadly,joanne and i grew further apart (guess its my fault).anyway,my mum’s treat of redemption doesn’t end there….

second day of chinese new year

i started off the sunny,beautiful day with……


 A NEW PAIR OF SANDALS!!!woot.haha.yeah yeah amazing pair of footwear that was bought when the day was still young.i forgot what was the model of the sandals was something like weatherwalker 4 or something.haha.who cares.i’ll just rename it as magic sandals 3 in line with my other magical first pair of sandals lasted me a good 2 years before succumbing to the harsh wear and tear inflicted by my big second pair which costs rm10 more outdid itself by lasting 3 years!even the longest serving magic shoes i have is in its third year (its because i barely wear them).since my new sandals cost me more than double the price of the previous pair,i hope it will last more than double the time,which is more than 6years.


isn’t it a beauty???turns out that daryl and supposedly kennyhar has the exact same pair!!great minds think alike!

with a brand new pair of sandals,i made my way to jiayo’s was surprising that her dad knew me.that’s because i’m sure that i have never met him prior to her daughter’s invitation to the organised gathering.he even served me tea.j-cyn wore a skirt that day.really surprising.when i asked whether the skirt was her mum’s,she gave me her stern (albeit not that intimidating) look and said “ITS MINE!!!”.haha.sorry???

anyway,after a quick lunch,we went to hanshin’s house.yeah.i had a mini crush on her but that was a long time was so cosy that you can practically sleep there.the weather was sleep-inducing was raining heavily.i notice daryl dozing off for a few minutes.that was before……BLACK JACK!!!


hehe.daryl looking to win big.he was at first.hoesiang was the unfortunate one to be the banker.he was giving out money like an ATM


haha.chiaching getting all hyped up.i got a small gain from gambling there.with a rm3,i made a profit of rm5.woot.but the biggest winner of was hoesiang.he made a profit of rm150++.the reason for his big win?aunties who bet big!


haha.valentine’s day is this saturday alan!!!go for it!!!

then we went over to yuanwen’s house.she has a nice backyard.


we continued blackjack.i quit when i lost the rm5 that i have won.hehe.gambling was so stressful.


that’s why its best to have your own OSIM human masseuse!haha.she has great hands you know.its sad how she could not massage me harder.

later that night,i went over to chooiping’s turns out we were gonna celebrate her birthday that night.had cake and played with firecrackers.


gosh.i’m fatter.need to shed the fats A.S.A.P.hahaha,we didn’t get to set off the rocket because chooiping’s dad said it was dangerous.hahaha.we had fun especially yuanwen.she never played firecrackers before.hahaha.somehow hanshin looks very attractive when playing with firecrackers.hmmmmm

third night of chinese new year

we went over to weijian’s house.


weijian is a very generous man.he gave me rm5 after 4 rounds of gambling.woot.i stopped after winning rm5.i don’t gamble much.hehehe.anyway,i decided to play “slap dai dee” with chiaching,daryl and yvonne.its “cho dai dee” with a twist really.the winner gets to slap the loser.2 cards=1 slap.”dai dee” was never my a result,i got 3 slaps from chiaching,1 tender-loving pat on the cheek by yvonne,and 7 heavy ones from slaps received=14! total slaps given=4.haha.not bad.i won and got the chance to slap daryl. “slap him hard…don’t give face…you’ll regret!!” chiaching told me that it would be a mistake for not slapping daryl full force.i was overcome with guilt when i slapped daryl.when he slapped me,i know why i shouldn’t have held back.7 heavy,monstrous blows.they were like punches.serious.his hands were big.chiaching’s slaps were not as painful as daryl’s,but they lingered on for a very long time.guess it’s because of his long,thin fingers.i wondered how my slaps feel.hmmm.anyway,we covered our ears when we received the’s to ensure that we don’t damage our eardrums and go deaf.think twice before slapping someone.

the night was still young as we entered the……

fourth day of chinese new year

i followed chiaching’s car to was the most hillarious car ride i’ve sat on.its amazing how alcohol really affects the brain.alan was saying stuff that only a drunk alan can cay.its too explicit to be written down here.if you wanna know what he said,just get him drunk and most probably you’ll get the same thing i got.

chicken prosperity burger was not bad,but not good either,rm16++ for a combo is really expensive but when i got twister fries,i ain’t,we went to titi panjang to play snooker.well,they played snooker.alan,chiaching and i went to sing karaoke.rm1.50 for a was not a bad price.after paying for 7 songs,we went into the room only to be joined by ian,ang and eventually the rest of the gang minutes into our first song, mambo no 5.i now know why people sing was a stress reliever.we had so much fun singing songs like YMCA,mamma mia,you give love a bad name,country road among others.then we paid for more songs.we even sang songs from weijian’s favourite band,the backsidestreet boys.hahaha,truth to be told,every boy dreamt about being a backstreet boy when they were younger.that is until they reach their teens where their taste evolved into something more like coldplay,foo fighters,kanye west,alicia keys,john legend just to name a was fun being a backstreet boy!!!anyway,i just let my friends know that i’m a terrible singer.frankly,i knew this day would come and i don’t care!!!

the day (night actually) was not over yet.i reached home at 3-ish.slept and woke up at 3.40-ish to gastric painful.i couldn’t sleep and i finally gave in to the pain,seeking help from mum to send me to a 24 hour clinic.i was charged rm 65 for a bottle of milk of magnesia (rm2 at megan kong’s mum’s pharmacy),9 orange tablets (rm2 for 12 tablets at a local pharmacy),5 white tablets (price unknown) and a jab at my right cheek (waist down).the jab was more painful that a shot in the arm.time i slept=7am.

then i woke up at 11am.took my bath and breakfast and went for an avatar-and-dexter-receiving,ego-boosting trip over to yuanwen’s.we talked for a short while before i’m off to home.i then hit the sack again.

woke up in time to go to yuki’s place for CNY gathering.she was having a barbeque.i only had fried meehoon because i’m supposed to avoid oily and spicy food.we then played electric current.yvonne tried to get the boys to play “slap dai dee” but no one was willing.she was trying to convince people to play.i’m not sure but it seems like she likes to see men in pain.S&M fan maybe???ouch.haha.then i found out that another person knew who stole the cookie from the cookie jar.since she knows,i’m assuming that her friend knows as number of people who knows who stole the cookie from the cookie jar=6-ish (it could be 7 depending whether the 7th one is sure or not).too many people know who stole the cookies.guess i have to erase them one by one starting with a certain yellow bear who wears a tight red shirt.just kidding.frankly,it does not really matter if everyone knows who stole the cookie from the cookie jar.on that note,it is still inappropriate for those who know to spread the news.if word leaks out,i’m coming for your head yellow bear!

chinese new year celebration in KL

haha.i only went to two houses to celebrate.


jueanne’s birthday was on the 2nd of february.her mum invited us for her surprise party.i made her a birthday you can see,my artwork is atrocious.haha.we played cards and had a slice of suchan cake.the cake was fantastic.a few days later went over to yiwen’s house.haha.more gambling ensued and i lost rm15!!!that was my modal.lost it completely.haha.on a plus point,a girl taught me how to view upskirts.i’m so not kidding you!!!!

hahahaha.CNY to me,is just another event to bring friends and family together.many youngsters today care about the drinking,the gambling,the girls in sexy clothes and not to forget the red packets.they have lost sight on what’s really important about

most chinese (and indians) drink during CNY.get a designated driver.please…..


don’t drink and drive!

the boy who thinks that the world is orbitting the sun a little bit too fast

is it just me or time flew really fast.the final day of 2008 (as of today)  and tomorrow will be a brand new year,brand new beginning and a brand new chapter in my life.

a lot has happened this year.friends took different paths to achieve their goals.some of their paths crossed and some seemed like a twisted,neverending road with no visible junctions in sight (like mine).

i made new friends along the way.some as acquaintances,some as good friends (i hope).

i never achieved any of my resolutions made at the start of the year.guess i shouldn’t have made resolutions.instead,i should make goals throughout the year.

i let my hair grow.some liked it,some disliked it.SHE likes it.then i shaved my head.some liked it,some disliked it.SHE had no comment.

i had regrets (who doesn’t).from decisions that should have been made when the sun has not risen,and those that should have been made ages before i left.things would have been different if  i took the risks.alas,i’m just a indecisive fool  not willing to take’s time to look for new ones.

my facial hair is a matter how long i left it to grow,it still can’t grow hands are no longer as smooth as they used to be.time to apply lotion.

i lost in size now.

i’ve waited for the plane but it crashed before it could land.i missed another flight as i was waiting for the earlier-mentioned plane.i wanted to board another plane but there were no tickets.i’m still stuck at the airport.alone.

i finally worn my sandals out.going to buy new ones.currently in flip-flops.

i gained a new skill.lost my shooting touch.still can’t dribble well with my left hand.hangtime is longer than before although there’s not much elevation.i now have ‘the floater’.

i’ve become help from whitening creams.just grew fairer naturally.

still short.haven’t grown in height.but grown in stature =p

controlled my swearing self.became more polite.reserved.rarely hyper.but still immature.

my chinese is still of primary 1 cantonese is tamil…………my BM has english is not as it used to be.

coldplay rocks.keane’s good.just discovered james morisson.sang to all james blunt’s songs.shaking my head to kanye west.relaxed to john legend.think things through with alicia keys.

i’ve changed.SHE has changed.YOU have changed.i don’t know YOU anymore.a new vase for a new plant?i liked the previous flower better.or maybe i missed out on the growing plant………a new trim job as an excuse for a new vase??

this song’s for YOU……..

She got out of town
On a railway New York bound
Took all except my name
Another alien on Broadway
There’s some things in this world
You just can’t change
Somethings you can’t see
Until it gets too late
Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I’m up against out in this world
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You’ll find something
That’s enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don’t receive you
You should turn yourself around
And come on home
I got a hole in me now
Yeah,I got a scar I can talk about
She keeps a picture of me
In her apartment in the city
Some things in this world
Man, they don’t make sense
Some things you don’t need
Until they leave you
And they’re things that you miss
Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I’m up against out in this world
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You’ll find something
That’s enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don’t receive you
You should turn yourself around
And come on home
Let that city take you in, come on home
Let that city spit you out, come on home
Let that city take you down, yeah
God’s sake turn around
Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I’m up against in this world
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You’ll find something
That’s enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don’t receive you
You should turn yourself around
And come on home
Come on home
Baby, baby, baby
Come on home
Yeah, come on home
Yeah, come on home

matchbox 20-bright lights.fantastic song

i’m looking forward to my last year as a teenager.i haven’t done anything that i can best remember about my teenage life so far.what ever happened to the proposal of hiking up to Genting Highlands?

my hopes for 2009

  • a healthier year for family,friends and me
  • a death free 2009
  • an uncle cured of cancer
  • a dad cured of whatever he’s having
  • klang bak ku teh
  • transformers 2:revenge of the fallen
  • terminator salvation
  • sunsilk modelling contract..ehehehehe
  • the end of the economic recession
  • the end to PAS’s idiotic political stands
  • the end of Arsenal’s barren trophy spell
  • bigger build
  • firmer butt
  • an end to my mum’s views on my blog
  • moving on to bigger things

happy new year!!!!!

my 18th birthday wishes!!!

the 6th of August is a really important date in world history.nope,it’s not the anniversary of the atomic bombing of Hiroshima in world war 2.and nope,it’s not the anniversary of “turunnya wahyu pertama kepada nabi muhammad s.a.w oleh malaikat Jibril”.and certainly a big no-no as the day after chiaching’s birthday.yesh,it is at this date 18years ago where one of the world’s most important event had occured:THE DAY WHEN A GREAT HUMAN BEING WAS BORN WHICH HAPPENED TO BE ME!!!!!

i remembered this scene from lion king where every animal in the jungle went and see rafiqi hoisting mustafa/simba’s cub.i remembered being awed just by the sight of every animal bowing to the young’s a very significant event.something like my birth la but the doctor hoisted me up only for my mum to see.haha.i don’t have a baby pic for you guys.however,yvonne told me that i look pretty much like an indian when she saw it.i don’t know what i look like to her now!!!ahahahaha

simba’s birth=significant——1

my birth=simba’s birth——–2

compare 1&2, my birth=significant

muahahahaha.hell yeah.from a small cub i have turned into a great lion

hehee.i never had a handphone before so the multiple vibrations of my phone from 12midnight onwards was a new experience for me.yuanwen was the first to wish me,followed by jueanne,arronan (he called me…hehe),chiaching,hoesiang,tuantynn,ang,cheryl (till 12.30am).after replying tuantynn’s message,i slept.replying messages after 12.30am (except on certain days) are highly unlikely so sorry to ang and cheryl.chiaching’s message was said “blessed birthday short man! ur legal” haha.cheh.yuanwen said  “grow up and’re 18 already!!!” i’m not childish,ok!!!j-cyn said i can do anything i want since i’m 18.i wanna shave your head bald can a,j-cyn?? haha.i’m just kidding.

finally i’m 18.i can legally buy cigarettes,watch porn,watch 18++ movies in the cinemas and many be honest,i’m a bit miserable when it comes to  celebrating my birthday.i don’t really celebrate it with my friends (ang celebrated it with a Romp-It outing…ian with 8 ppl shaving our heads bald).i have decided that i wanna do things different from now on.hehe.i wore my batman shirt to college today



its spelled as B-A-T-M-A-N!!!!!haha.i had yogurt for breakfast without oreos

*photo from archives


this will happen tonight.i still have 2 more big tubs of yogurt.i’m gonna get the oreos’s now time for my birthday wishes!!!

*disclaimer:any friends of melissa the big fat b*tch (if she has any) should skip reading wish no 2

  1. i wished that my grandmother is here to celebrate my birthday.the last time i celebrated with her was when i was 6.too bad this wish cannot be granted.
  2. i wish that melissa the big,fat bitch (not melissa khoo…hehe) will die soon (as in as fast as possible).she’s still depriving african people of their food supply.
  3. i want my limbs to extend as long as they short, i want to GROW TALLER!!!!!
  4. i want the muffins that i’ve pre-ordered since january.hehee.however,i’m don’t think i’ll get it.i’m going to forget about it.
  5. i want arsenal to win everything that they are contesting in.forget torres-keane (so called) deadly partnership or ronaldo-rooney double act.we can win as long as we don’t fall under pressure.
  6. i want a batmobile!!!haha.i’m not sure whether i want the one with the batpod.
  7. i want my justice league collection to be completed. i still have 6 more figurines to collect.
  8. i want my greek goddess!!!haha.not sure whether she wants me or not.hehe.better not bother her since she’s very busy.
  9. i wish that my first sem results are good enough for me not to repeat it in january.
  10. i wish that stephanie chai or amber chia or marion caunter or shanna/laura of cornetto love?perhaps!! to call me and wish me happy birthday.
  11. i wish that all the ladies mentioned above would call me
  12. i wish that i can control the element of water.haha.i’ll just kill anyone by saturating the air that they breathe in with water vapour (g).when the air saturated with water reaches the lungs,i’ll just turn it to water (l) and flood the lungs.hahaha
  13. i wish that i can dye my hair dark green (not the joker’s shade of green)
  14. i wish that i have an siberian huskie
  15. i want everyone to not mispell my name
  16. i want everyone to not ask me why i can’t speak tamil.just accept the fact that i’m a mangosteen ok!!!
  17. i wish that my dad will repair the seatbelts in my wira.hahaha
  18. you know what?i’ll think i’ll do it.chiaching,i shall go for it!!!ang,i’m gonna do it!!!i’m gonna tell her what i want from her.wish me luck!!!!!

i’ll update on my wishes in the coming weeks (if i have any).let’s pray most of my wishes come true.haha

the boy who went to his former school with his friends whereby one of them told him that his cousin told his aunty, “Justin kor kor friend car POM!!!!”

it was prize-giving ceromony day at my school so i went there. i was in line to receive three prizes. one of them for my king scout. i don’t want to wear my uniform because i have follow a certain set of steps to receive any awards three freaking times. luckily justin decided for us to wear formal attire.

i went and met friends that i haven’t seen in a long time. the ever-beautiful yvonne har does not look like she went for NS training. she does not look tanned. j-cyn (who herself just got a bit darker) told me that she will in a few weeks time. chian woon also was not tanned. guess it’s hard for snow white to become snow brown, eh. jiayi wore a white dress which is one of the rarities of sitiawan and other classmates. notable absentee would be chiaching, chee, daryl, samuel and winnie as well as colin boo.

king scout batch 2007. the teachers have mixed reviews of my hair. Pn (maheran, yusnita,) said that my hair does not look good in the eyes of old people. Pn (siti hajar, rosma-“fly-fly”-wati and rosnah) said we (me, weijian,ian and ang) look like Fahrenheit (a chinese boy band i think). a teacher also asked me why i didn’t cut my hair. i justtold her my grandma just passed away and i’m not supposed to cut my hair for a certain period of time.hehe

another shot of us.

the contestants of “malaysia’s next top buttocks”. who has the nicest ass? do vote. ahahaha

i learnt a lesson: never give your children long names. my dad made the mistake and now my name is too long to be engraved on the plaque. it was also constantly mispelled. however, i’m proud of my unique name. anybody else has a name which its letters are longer than the alphabet?? (i have 27 letters in my name whereas the alphabet has 26!!!)


“oi…in front got car!!!”


my dad and i met an accident. our car was immobilised/totalled/crushed. guess what? i’m not the driver. my dad was shocked. it was his first accident. it was raining.

if i were to say my dad has no skill, it would be a false statement. if he really had no skill, i won’t even be writing this post. heck, you might see me in a black plastic bag. so i thanked god for not taking our lives. we always complain that proton cars are soft; one punch and there would be a dent. luckily we were in my dad’s proton. the very-easily crushable front portion of the car increases the time of collision thus reducing the impulsive force which in turn had no effect on the passengers in the cabin. if we were in my honda (not so easily crushable) , i would be in the hospital.

we had to be towed. its funny how i asked my father if i could drive us back to kl and he refused. “dowan…we’ll reach home late if you drive”. well, he drived and we reached home after 6 and a half hours. who’s slower???

so people, no matter how skilled you are or how good is your car; drive slow in the rain.

this is a community message brought to you by the ministry of health and thr royal malaysian police;NOT!!!!!!!!

*i’ll be back after 2 weeks so no new material until after my trials*

the boy who kept in touch with his inner child

this post should be up 3 weeks ago but there were unexpected events that delayed this post.

this small kid pretty much reminds me of myself. he’s highly imaginative. he will greet me everytime i reach home from college.

as you can see, his name is written on his birthday cake

as you can see, his name is spelled on his cake.

here are some pictures of him

during his party

he calls me khanecksha. in fact, everyone here (excluding college) calls me by my second, longer name.

neighbour’s kids during his party

he’s 6 this year

he cried because he can’t finish his homework in time to watch cartoons

he tried to hit me when i took his picture

he got a bicycle for his birthday. he was ecstatic. every single day since he got it, he would cycle around the taman until we forced him to come inside. he got it during the days leading to the elections. the candidate who lives near my house distributed lots of BN merchandise to the residents. lets just say the boy wants to accesorise his bike.

it looks like the candidate gave him the bike. its free campaigning for him. he’ll cycle around the taman with the BN flag, keychain, bandanna and stuff in his bike. and the residents could not harm him because he’s just s small kid.

his bicycle really intrigues me. i was bored really, so i decided to do one of my favourite childhood pastime.

i’m the red reject ranger. it means that i have all the necessary qualities to be a power ranger but they rejected me because i’m too short.sigh. the world is so unfair. but i’m still a ranger. haha

have no fear, the best superhero is here in his thunder tricycle. muahahaha. evil do-ers and monsters beware!!

hey, you’re not a power ranger unless you have a zord. my car transforms into a megazord by its own. however, i don’t need to use my zord because…..

now all the monsters i’m fighting are around his size.

soon mattel will come up with hot wheels with my face on it.ahahaha.

as the red reject ranger™, i’m searching for other rangers. so far i have identified a suitable girl to join me. she’s from sitiawan. she has short hair, childish, likes fishballs, likes basketball and she’s very short. i’ll try to convince her to join me. at least i have an apprentice that she can train with.

i seriously want to see winnie in this costume. ahahahaha












knocking on heaven’s door

“hfdlhksewqjpoko…..mak!! mak!! ajfga;g;l’;”

if you don’t understand it, so did i. my mentally-ill uncle came ruching out of the house and started telling me in his own language something bad has happened. i was shocked, i had never seen him panic before since he was mentalli ill a few years ago. however, i could make out what he was trying to say; something really bad has happened to my grandmother. i quickly parked my car and ran into the house only to see my aunties crying in her room. i asked what happened. my neighbour whose checking her breathing said, “her breathing is very weak”.

“let’s go and get a doctor here. drive me to the clinic” my neighbour, Rani, told me.

so i sped off with rani and her son in my car. “what happenened to pati??? is she going to be ok??” clearly the small boy was very afraid. he has been babysitted by my grandma and has since became a member of my family. he had no time to be the little devil he has always been. he’s worried.

“dah tak ada dah. maaf (she’s gone. sorry)”

my uncles and aunties started to cry. in fact, everyone in the room cried including the neighbours. i was the only one left with dry eyes. deep down inside, i thanked god for her demise. it’s time for her suffering to end. i called my mum and asked her to call my dad who is in hawaii. later, i sent the doctor home. when i was on my journey home, janet jackson’s song, “feedback” was played on Fly FM. then i was thinking, my grandma will no longer give any feedback after this. it is kinda ironic.

everyone rushed back except my dad. he could not find a flight home in time. it was his turn to organise the funeral but he could not make it. so, my uncle had to do it. my grandma’s elder sister was the first to come and cry on my grandma’s body followed by other relatives. bury her tomorrow, my mum said. clearly she wants it done fast. my dad cannot make it in time, so why bother delaying her funeral.

so i skipped school and informed my secretary, jueanne and asked her to tell the teachers that the most notable absentee is absent for a valid reason. there were lots of people who came and pay their last respects. i didn’t know that i have that many relatives. heck, they even know about my existence but sadly it was not the other way around.

the one most badly affected by this tragedy is none other than the small boy.


the shirt he wore displays our house number here in KL. it’s not like he chose to wear this shirt on my grandma’s funeral (he can’t even wear his shoes correctly), it’s just a coincidence. this boy is babysitted by my grandma shortly after he was born. she was paid at first but she decided not to accept any payment after a while as she has treated him like one of her grandchildren. that is why he comes over everyday right after kindergarten.


he is deeply attached to my grandma, my aunty and my mum. so losing my grandma was quite a bitter pill to swallow. during the proceedings of the funeral, he held my arm tightly and didn’t let go.

my grandma is quite a popular figure in the area. i’m not sure why. so when my mum, the boy and i went to the nearest shop to buy sweets (my mum promised the boy sweets), taiko, the shopkeeper, decided that the drinks we purchased are on him. heck, he even stuff the small boy’s pockets with free sweets. that boy always go to his shop and get the same sweets so taiko knows which sweets to stuff in his pockets.



this is where my grandma frequent during the last months of her life. thank you, doctors who took care of her even though you knew she was on borrowed time.


guess i didn’t follow the rules in the hospital.

a lot of people came and witness the ceromony including our new human resource minister, datuk s.subramaniam. not kidding. i don’t have a picture to prove it but he’s friends with my uncle who lives in segamat, johor. came all the way from johor, i thank you. i didn’t cry throughout the two days. i never thought i would cry. i was wrong. the moment they close the coffin, i broke down and shed tears. i hugged my mum. i realised i will never see her again.


i have never seen such a beautiful flower arrangement in my life. clearly it befits my grandma’s colourful life. i din;t actually wanted to take photos on that day. i was not sure whether i can take them. have you ever seen people taking photos of funerals (except celebrities)?? then my uncle told me to take it. it was our business, he said. he even scolded me for not snapping the moment where he shook hands with the minister. so i took three pictures only as it was near the end.

i will never forget my grandma. i have some regrets of not celebrating deepavali with her last year. i celebrated with my friends in sitiawan as it was a week before SPM. how would i know she would be gone this year. i always remembered that she will always give money whenever i stop the ice cream man. i would always remember the funny ointments she gave when i was in pain. i would always remember the comparisons she made with my father. i would always remember her shouting at people when she’s not happy. i would always remember the times where i would stupidly ask my grandma “still not finished?? what episode is this??” whenever she watches her favourite tamil dramas on astro (thank you, astro for giving us vaanavil and sun tv). i would always remember that you woke me up before 9 on whenever i’m there because you hate people who wakes up late. there are more things i would remember of you.


she was buried beside my grandfather at our family graveyard. not that we own the land but most of the deceased family members are buried there.

on tuesday, a day after she was buried, my youngest cousin came and asked, “pati mana??? (where’s grandma??)”. my mum told him that she took a flight and went travelling. we won’t see her for a very long time, she told him. small kids are innocent and easily cheated. then the small boy placed a stick he found by the roadside on the altar, beside my grandma’s photo. he said when she was alive, she would always find a stick to beat him. so in order to make things easier, he placed it there. that small boy can sometimes touch your heart.


her death can be considered a blessing from god. at least she found the exit from her pain and suffering. try staring at the ceiling for almost a year. if i was bedridden, i would ask the doctor to end my life.

so goodbye, pati. hope you’ll go to heaven and meet up with tata and mo-appa. may your soul rest in peace