We R Malaysia...it's a musical thing

WE ‘R’ MALAYSIA – THERE IS HOPE, 
THE MUSICAL

There Is Hope, The Musical is at first, a brief travel back in time through the history of the Chinese in Malaysia. From the first and second waves of Chinese initially arriving in the 1400’s and later in the late 1800’s, the story continues to the struggle for Independence. Merdeka marks a turning point in Chinese sentiments towards Malaya. With origin initially rooted in homeland China, the post Merdeka Chinese generation are now granted citizenship, and make Malaya their new home. The 1980’s experiences unprecedented economic growth from an agricultural economy to an industrialized one. Crossing over to the second millennium, an emerging generation is born into an IT economy era. The past of hard sweat and struggles are mostly left behind and a younger and more affluent generation faces fresh challenges, different from what their forefathers encountered.




.....you know what? I know you couldn't even finish reading the third line. Grab the tickets and watch it on the 4th of December at Dewan Lee San Choon located at Wisma MCA Kuala Lumpur. 






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..this was shared with me by Erin Marie.
If you've supported Nasi Lemak 2.0, you might as well do the same for this. 
Oh, it's an initiative by PPBN... google it up!








Cheerios pumpkins!

Never been

I love falling asleep listening to snores like kids and their lullabies.. Best accompanied by some jazzy bossa novas. What a relaxing night, like I'm ready to move forward. I think I am. Over the weekend, I've proven the statement of Women Can Drink, when I beat a man at drinking. Ecoba has never been this fun nor Carlberg been this tasty. A toast to Oktoberfest!

Chained Up

She was finally set free.. then got caught again, fell right into another hell hole. Stupid bitch. Taken for granted, she's signed up to be emotionally beaten by someone whom she once was. This, I call it karma. Lesson never learned. Maybe she's just self-challenging, self-abusing, preparing for the worse to come. Maybe. May it be worth while. God bless her.

One night, when we decided to drop by Movida after Craig's event at Shah's Village.

My boys' first time there, didn't like it.

Gave next table a MAGIC finger for some chap was being an absolute turn-off.

My bad. F-Off mode switched on then.

One night, when Lil'Jean invited us to some private party at Lust.

SiZZLE~SiZZLE indeed. Sweats much?

Meet the Baradarans of TCM.

Zoo Mission

It happened over the 1-week holiday last week, I believe it was a Wednesday..

Honestly, I've lost track of my days since my alcoholism started. I even think I murdered something last night. I remember.. it's...... an ant. BULLS!

So back to my story, on that very particular day, I read off Facebook about 3-4 group of my friends who also visited the zoo, all different timing! FREAK.

Wait, back to my real story. The six of us - Clayton, Steffie, Penny, Mark, Geoff and yours truly, me, drove down the hundreds and hundreds of miles to Zoo Negara after an unsatisfying Dim Sum breakfast at 'Yuen Garden' or something.. (It's in SS2, same row as Sri Siam, at the corner)

The trip was a disappointing one. I guess the cheap thrills we enjoyed when we were toddlers simply aren't meant to thrill us anymore. Take my advice, just leave it as that. I rather comfortably be couch potato switching onto Astro Discovery Channel at home to watch the animals eating off one another with more wild actions. I could easily google 'zoo animals' to see how hippopotamus and leopard looks like, really, bet you it'll be more fascinating.

Also, the large crowd didn't help. There were more migrants than animals! I dislike crowd like that, just like I never enjoyed concerts unless if I'm given the VIP area.. I need not build interpersonal relationship by rubbing sweaty, sticky, sweaty hands with them nor to lookout for pick-pockets.

Enough. Goodbye zoo. I never liked you anyway..

Serving Karma

Serving karma. Hell fuckin yeah.
It's true when they say "do unto others what you would have them do unto you"
Just wish I could jump onto the next flight out to some secluded place and blog about this facial mask on my face or how shoes stink after a long day out or how gorgeous the man I bypassed today or how Gerald Butler love sucking my feet... no wait, I meant my toe.

Relationship for men.. Isn't it rocket science?
Fholes aside..

Oh Oh ask me how's my new job! Erm.. Better than a bowl of chilled rubbish-tasting soup.
Nah.. KIDDING lah.. Getting the hang of it. Processes are such boring routines, I kid you not. Just can't wait to get my hands on the keyboard for some concept ideas generating again. I call it my very own 'Project Shortcake'.
Now it's all pretty mundane but the satisfaction when a job's completed, BLISS. Repetition of yadda yadda, daily.

It's part and parcel of life. Suck it up. *pats self*

Cheers y'all. Counting down to Friday.. PUBLIC HOLIDAY baby!