The Revenge of the Anak Taukeh of SKF

ah yes...by this time i'll have had succeeded in uploading all the necessary photos i needed to post in this blog...

this is a tribute to the anak taukeh of SKF...for you people who live in ignorance of the social heirarchy of Kajang...*tsktsk...katak dalam tempurung ALL OF YOU*...SKF is Syarikat Keng Fatt, glass-maker and framing, er, you know what i mean...not the framing as in 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit'...but framing as in making frames for anything that needed to be framed..

ah..you can forget what i just said just now.

just remember this: Linda is rich. now repeat that like a mantra...Linda is very rich Linda is very rich Linda is very rich Linda is very rich...

ah so yes, have i already mentioned that she helped boost the economy of Sydney city...well done girl! hahahaha...

ah..i guess that's all..read the captions for further elaboration on the places that we've been to...there were so many things that i wanted to post about..stuff that we talked about or laughed over..but i can't remember any right now...i'm getting old...i think they say it's normal...

without further ado..enjoy the photos..life's too short for me to be a social commentator and lament over the flaws of humanity...instead i will now and forever attempt to subject you to meaningless day-to-day updates and photos about my life...

MUAHAHAHA....


Proof that too much chocolate is actually bad for you...that's a chocolate brownie WITH chocolate ice-cream btw...


Drink iced chocolate...it makes you happy..see??


Yes, people...all that was brought to you by Lindt Cafe!! Browsing through the menu was somewhat redundant because there wasn't really much choice except Lindt chocolate, Lindt chocolate and more Lindt chocolate...




Her and her AUD540.00 Diesel jacket...that i mention that Linda's very rich?


When the waters of Circular Quay looks inviting and calls for comtemplation...you know there's something wrong...JUMP!


It IS rather inpressive, i must say...


...Don't even begin to ask me why...this is what i have to put up with for one week...


Looks rather nice ... in case you didn't know..that's the Harbour Bridge..


Extinguishing the flame of knowledge...ha ha ha...


WHY are the waters of Sydney SOOO interesting???


The finale..

She came, She saw, She conquered the consumeristic world that is Sydney

Did you know that 7 days actually passes by very VERY fast?

Linda's already back in Melbourne, i can't believe it..it's just as if she'd just arrived last Wednesday, when i was frantically preparing her bed/mattress-on-floor and now she's already gone back to whence she came from...ah...i'm getting sentimental...*sob*...

ah well..it'll be peace and quiet for me for exactly ONE day before i meet up with Daniel and Natasha...one day...that's all i ask for..i guess that's all i need..

my mind is a bit...scattered at the moment...i think it's due to the fatigue of shopping and running around catching buses and trains and ferries and also waking up at god-forsaken hours e.g. 7/8 am in the morning ON A UNI-HOLIDAY...brain frizz...overdrive...

i'm still trying to upload my pics...as of now..the photos aren't ready yet..i'm not sure how long it'll take but hopefully you'll be able to see some at the end of this post..if you do..give a big cheer and pat me on the back...bebo is spastic...oops..i mean, bebo is retarded...uh, i mean...bebo just sucks.

right now though i'm listening to Manenek's blog's song over and over again...i think this is the 10th time it's repeated itself..it's really nice..i like it...it's sad...and it's making me think about some things which i will not divulge in now..cos my brain just won't let me...not that i have anything against you or anything...it's just me...

ah..the 11th replay of the song has just come on...Sookie!! if you know what's the title of the song..lemme know..i've gotta go look for it. thank you!

hahmmm...the pics aren't done yet...so's i'll just talk about the whole Linda-trip. it involved a lot of shopping..and when i say a lot..i don't mean the mediocre quantity that one connects the idea 'a lot' with..i mean..seriously A LOT! after 6 days and 7 nights, my bedroom looked like a war zone littered with the remains of numerous plastic and paper bags. if i had a picture, i'd show you. but sadly i don't. so this is a time for you, my dears, to use the gift that God gave to each and everyone of us, that is imagination.

*12th replay*

ahz..i can't think. i'm gonna go play Freecell...i've gotten quite good at it..i can send a puzzle packing home under 5 minutes...is that good?? can someone out there tell me if 5 minutes for a freecell game can be considered good?


At the Sydney Fish Markets enjoying our seafood platter for 2...it was a little bit of a rip-off cos we only got 1 oyster each...DAMN YOU, FISH SHOP!


At the City Extra at Circular Quay...forgive me..i only had 5 hours of sleep cos it was post-Tammy's-Dance-Comp...and then shopping at the Rocks Market...


MellyLinda...feeling happier cos we just ordered...thinking of our vanilla milkshake and iced chocolate..damn. her ice chocolate was way nicer than mine.


Stepping on a little piece of history circa 1844


At Hyde Park...you need long arms when there's just 2 of you..to hold the camera away from the face, that is.

Melby invasion

Alright..i don't have much time so listen and listen good...the first of the Melbies will be touching down at Sydney International Airport tonight at approximately 8.35pm...it's the invasion of the Melbies...they're coming this holidays..they're coming for me...it will start off with Linda, then it'll be Daniel...SSH! Just listen!! i told you, don't have much time...
they're coming for me..they said that they were coming in peace...they were all like "our only targets are the multitudes of cafes and shopping malls and touristy spots"..but it's a lie...it's all a cover-up..they mean to take over the world wearing their business suits and holding folders..insidious, i know...and i've gotta prepare myself..did you get all that?? good..if you don't find a new post within one week..i want you to run away..as fast as you can...run for the hills wherever..just run...and inform the world...the world needs to know that the invasion of the Melbies have begun...if not, that'll be it for you...that'll be it for you..you'll be serving the remainder of your lives working at 9-5 jobs chained to a 2x3 desk...

wait..i think i hear the car coming...i've gotta go..you've been warned!

Don't you just hate it when things screw up?

Sydney University Association of Malaysian Student
Annual Dinner and Dance 2005.

Venue: Starroom, Darling Harbour.
Date: 16 September
Time: 6.30 pm
Attire: Strictly formal


Table 10...Classic table settings i must say...impressed.


Me&Rosalind...Dom's sister..surprise surprise..! This photo was taken relatively early during the night..


5 hours and copious amounts of red wine later...


Matthew Chan...person responsible for the spamming of mail inboxes with SUAMS newsletters..also a member of Table 10.

It was a fairly entertaining night...there were Bollywood-style song and dance routines set-up by the various Malaysian societies' committee members, a 'beauty pageant' which relatively involved 10 rather (un)fortunate individuals get hauled up, shake their booty to the crowd, do a prancing catwalk and humiliate themselves utterly by answering 'intelligent' questions set by the emcee of the night...e.g. "You are at a formal dinner and you need to fart. What would you do?" hhmm...the answer's obvious isn't it?

and in due accordance and respect to Malaysia, the infamous Malaysian-time prevailed..i believe that the organisers made a mistake of stating whether or not the '6.30pm' time written on the card was relative to Sydney-time or KL-time...because everything kicked off only at 8.30pm... *sigh* how nice...and the 2-hour time difference between here and home definitely helps.

of course, the alcohol made everything seem much better. and the food was great too..i should've taken pictures of it..aih..well..no point in regretting.

overall, i would give it a 7/10.

as an aside, i'd just like to state that for the first time in 19 years, i've only got 4 hours of sleep last night, woke up for badminton this morning at 8, survived a massive traffic jam at Parramatta, watched 2 anime movies from Studio Ghibli..i'm impressed, i thought i'd have conked out by now..but evidently i'm still going strong..it's already 11.09 pm now..i amaze myself sometimes...of course, having blurry tunnel vision and vague buzzing noises in the upper-head region is another totally different and unrelated thing.

and another thing, someone told me that i was being rather insensitive when i said 'fcuking Aryans' in one of my previous posts...i admit, i think he's right. therefore i'm out to make amends now...i'm sorry if, at the heat of the moment, i grouped ALL Aryans into the same category as those 4...i should i have put 'fcuking 4 Aryans that i met while walking up Pitt Street'... don't hate me...i'm all for holding hands and twining flowers in each other's hair and singing folk songs around a campfair and ala the great John Lennon, Make Love Not War..

but if you're rescist, no matter what you are...Shame On You...

OOkkaaayy...side effect #2 of lack of sleep...incessant rambling.

[p.s. this post was originally written last night but something was wrong with Blogspot...hence it could only be published today...and yes, i've got my full 10 hours of sleep now...]

urgh..discrimination

Today would have been yet another boring and uneventful day for me...EXCEPT! this one thing that happened whilst i was walking back to the bus-stop from uni.

As i was going along Pitt Street...there was this group of White-Australia Australians walking down the street as i was walking up...blonde, tall, oozing of Aryan-ness...every single one of them.

and one of them was actually harassing this Asian lady in her car, because she drove into an alley and blocked his pathway... that's pretty shit..but that isn't what i want to highlight tonight...

anyways..in the group were these two long-haired blondes, tall, thin, and once again...with pure Aryan-ness oozing out of every single pore in their bodies...

as i walked past them, one of the girls deliberately slammed herself into my shoulder and walked off sniggering to her other blonde, tall, thin Aryan friend...and i swear i'm positive i heard her say something that sounded like 'fcuking asians..' but it could have very well been 'barking patience' or 'marking cadence'...my hearing was never one of my best senses and it WAS pretty windy in the sity today...BUT i won't give HER the benefit of the doubt.

but since i'm a cool-head and i don't flare up easily..i just walked past..no point making a hassle when there's 4 of them and one little old me...ok...let's just say i don't like confrontation...

what's left to do then? say a little prayer to Jesus and everything will be alright..

'Dear Jesus, please make her trip and fall flat on her face and break her beautiful little sharp nose...Amen'

my prayer wasn't exactly made into flesh..but somehow i felt calmer then.

fcuking Aryans.

The secret to success in Sydney...

to survive in Sydney, you need...CONFIDENCE!

*nyuknyuknyuk*

take this scene for example...

Asian-female-uni-student walks into David Lawrence looking for a dress for the Malaysian ociety Dinner'n'Dance this Friday.

Spots a gorgeous red strapless number, picks out a size 10, glances at the pricetag- a whooping AUD229.

Asian-female-uni-student takes a deep breath and steels herself...walks up to the changing room.

Accosted by the female-store-attendant in the store.

Female-store-attendant asks Asian-female-uni-student if she wants to try the dress and Asian-female-uni-student says 'YES.'

Asian-female-uni-student goes into the changing room and tries it on...it's beautiful.

Female-store-attendant knocks on changing room door and asks if she can be of any help and if there's anything she can get for Asian-female-uni-student.

Asian-female-uni-student pops open the door and says,
'Do you think this looks too big for me? I think i need a size 8...can you get me a size 8?' *note abscence of the word PLEASE*

Female-store-attendant obliges and goes hunting for the elusive size 8 whilst Asian-female-uni-student starts laughing behind the door and wondering how screwed she's gonna be when she hands the dress back to female-store-attendant.

Female-store-attendant returns with a size 10 and Asian-female-uni-student points out the mistake and sends her back to get a size 8...finally the elusive size 8 arrives.

Asian-female-uni-student tries on the size 8 dress...it fits even better than aforementioned size 10...BEAUTIFUL! Asian-female-uni-student starts to swoon...but then..HARK! trouble lurks around the corner...

Asian-female-uni-student is unable to zip up the dress all the way due to constraints posed by the *ahem* bust department.

Female-store-attendant knocks on door once more... 'Can i be of any help?'

Asian-female-uni-student pops open the door once again and says,
'Can you help me zip it up?'

Female-store-attendant obliges once more but is unsuccessful...due to aforementioned *ahem* bust constraint.

Female-store-attendant tries to look optimistic and says..'We do alterations here...we can help alter the size 10 for you..'

Asian-female-uni-student looks at female-store-attendant and smiles sweetly...
'I'll think about it'...and shuts the door...all the while laughing in the room.

Asian-female-uni-student picks up the clothes and hands them back to female-store-attendant...and gives her a 'Thank you very much' and walks out of the store, never to step in again.

Hahahahahaha...i can't believe i pulled that off...fcuking Aud229 man! i just tried on an RM690.00 dress today...i'm in heaven.

Melanie Ho, i'm SO proud of you...

see..? that's really all you need...confidence.

ode to Ben...

I have a little miracle and his name is Benjamin. ok...technically, he isn't my little miracle, he belongs to my cousin...but i can still lay claim can't i?

Behold, his transformation from reddish-crinkly-skinned little week-old baby to the handsome little 6-month-old that he is...


The many faces of Benjamin Chai.

Amazing huh??

the family came down on friday night for a visit and GOSH has benjamin grown! he can now make little audible noises, scold you if he's feeling cranky, talk to you, eat mashed bananas and vegetables..(poor thing..the vegetables i mean) and loads more!! it's just fascinating watching him.

and...sigh...joshua is here too...can someone tell me please...how can a 5-year-old be so annoying? i swear, my patience is running thin with that little guy...

and i'm dead serious when i say that in Joshua's Little World of Social Heirarchy, i'm at the bottom-most rung...just above vermin and pest, but below the Untouchables...sigh...the life of an aunty is hard indeed...

oh well..we're here to ogle at Benjamin..so yes..here are a couple of pictures i took of him...




I would LOVE him to be a maestro on the piano...gotta start young..hehehe..



GOSH!! i just LOVE him to bits!!!

p.s. i spent the whole day mashing up bananas with milk and feeding it to him...the little tyke loves it...hahahaha...

Dumb nasal appendage...

Anyone who knows me will have, at one point in time, had

(a) commented on my flat nose
(b) been too polite to comment, but still thought about my flat nose
(c) heard me lament non-stop about my flat nose

well, if you didn’t fall into any of the above categories before, well, congratulations, you’ve just been grouped into Category C.

I have a flat nose. I don’t understand why. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always wondered why my nose was so flat. The moment I understood what plastic surgery was, I told my mom that I’ll ‘go fix my nose’. Every time I look into a mirror, all I see is my flat nose. It’s horrible, makes me feel awful and inferior to anyone and everyone with a decently sharp or high nose. and over time i've developed this compulsive behaviour to pull at my nose bridge in vain hope that one day it'll be higher and sharper.

ARGH!

Therefore over the years, I’ve come up with millions of reasons why my nose is so flat.

1. I fell down when I was a baby and broke my nasal bone thus resulting in a flat nose.
2. Someone punched me in kindergarten and I’ve not recovered since.
3. My parents both have equally flat and roundish noses…therefore
(flat) x (flat) = flat^2 … how can you beat that? It explains everything.

SIGH…

Therefore, also, I’ve come out with 101 reasons why having a flat nose is better...it makes me feel better...

1. When you fall down on your face, it doesn’t hurt as bad, say, if you had a really sharp and high nose.

2. You have a marvelous asset that acts as an ice-breaker… ‘Hi! I’m Melanie. I can do some wonderful things with my nose…see?’ *presses nose down till it becomes flat and parallel to face contour*

3. It doesn’t hurt as much if someone pinches your nose.

4. No one will have high expectations of you to actually win the next Miss Universe title…so you’re free from the pressure.

5. Peeling off the stupid Biore Pore pack is less painful, because your soft flexible flat nose is better able to contort to the stupid thing.

6. No one will ever say that you’re snooty or ‘Berhidung tinggi’ (snobbish in malay-actual translation mean ‘high nose’) because if they did say it, it would make completely no sense.

7. You have an excuse to put more make-up on… ‘I’m just trying to make my nose look pointy-er!!’ … not that I put make-up though…

8. Chances of winning a boxing match would be in your favour, because flat noses absorb the impact of a smash to the face better than a high nose.

9. Even if you don’t box, you can still snigger at the guy whose nose just got smashed…there’s another flat nose to join the club… nyeknyek..

10. Due to constant pulling at the nose bridge in vain attempts to make it ‘higher’ your nose will
be fairly clean of blackheads…because you’d have pulled it all out by the time…either intentionally or otherwise.

11. Believe it or not, some people actually find it cute…so there you go, another point for the flat-nosers…

Ok…I know I said 101 reasons, but due to my flat nose inhibiting my hormones from functioning properly and hence appropriate signals cannot be sent to the brain, you’ll have to be contented with just 11 reasons… I’ll try to think up another 90. No worries, us flat-nosers are VERY determined individuals.


Compare the pair:

Nearly the same age...
Has 25% of same genes...
Both are asian...
Both are females...

Now...look at the noses...Aaahh...revelation and proof at it's most glorious...

my cloud DOES have a silver lining after all...

ATTENTION EVERYBODEE!!!

i'm now officially a happy HAPPY girl.. i think technology loves me after all...WHeeEE!!

hahahahaha..you should've been able to guess what's happened by now...if you didn't, well, shame on you, and you say you're my friend...boo hoo.

ANYWAYS! i've finally managed to view the 150th episode of Naruto!!! Praise the Lord..!! came home straight away after uni and went online again...i was adamant that i'd be able to download the damn thing AND watch it...nothing can stop me! nothing can come between me and my Naruto!! MUAHAHAHAHA!!

and yes! someone above must've been touched by my apparent efforts and devotion and so YES! i've just finished watching NARUTO! you CANNOT begin to imagine how i felt when i heard the opening theme song play....i was just...thankful...yes...THANKFUL! for the first time, the 7th opening song actually sounded BEAUTIFUL to my ears!! when it started to play...all i could think of was..."OH YeS!!!"

and yes..my exhilaration lasted only 20 minutes! damn it! i'm so SO used to watching naruto episodes back-to-back because of the cds..now i've gotta wait...

AND!! i managed to find the dumb Data Analysis thingy on Excel too!! and i've finished my draft!!! happy happy! the world's smiling upon me again!!...don't ask me how i found it...i'm too embarassed..just leave it at that..

OOOooohhHH... this is gonna be harder than i thought...

oh..and i've gotta tell you something really creepy...yucks..still creeping me out.

today, when i was at the bus-stop waiting for the bus to come home..lo and behold came this old man and pushed his way in between me and this other man...in short..cutting the queue la...but since he was old..(i think like 60+ or 70)..so we didn't say anything.

THEN..! he suddenly turned around and started chatting me up...i swear, he's either greek or italian...anyways..yea, he asked me a lot of general questions, like..was i studying here, where am i from, how long am i gonna be here..stuff like that..

so yea, here i was thinking .. 'another lonely old man with no grandchildren to occupy his time' when suddenly he asked me if i wanted to have a cup of coffee with him..

WTF????

politely..i declined..so yea, he left it off and started asking other stuff..like what i did when i got home, do i study, what am i studying...then suddenly, there he went again...

"are you sure you don't want coffee?"

WTMF?????

once again..' no sorry...no thanks..*polite smile*...

silence... then suddenly...

"Why not?"

"erm..sorry, i don't drink coffee.."

"Oh, you don't need to drink coffee, you can have something else.."

"oh no..i'm fine...thanks for asking.."

"come on...let's go for coffee.."

"No. Thank you."

by this time...my patience was already wearing thin...i could see the man before me (the one whom this old guy cut us off) start to get wary at where the conversation was leading to, and was keeping an eye out for me...THANK YOU KIND MAN!


GASP!! *shock horror* what WERE you thinking, old man??

anyways...after lengths of repeatingly declining his 'invitation'...suddenly a saviour came... YES! it was UNCLE RICKY!! YAY!! thank god for him....when i saw him, i said BYE to the old man and started chatting up with uncle ricky..trying not to make eye contact with the old dude...

WARGH!! thank god uncle ricky was there...i dread to think what would've happened if i got on the bus alone and he insisted on sitting beside me..*shudders* ... don't even want to think about it. and the thing is, i have NOT seen him on the bus before...and trust me..i know about 90% of the people who take the bus now...cos it's such a selected few...

anyways...i was wondering if he was trailing me..and then i got paranoid...all the while on the bus i was begging that he'd get off any stop before mine...but it didn't happen...when my stop loomed ahead...i was DAMN PARANOID LIKE SHIT! i was thinking of what i'd do IF he did get off at my stop...should i walk with uncle ricky..? should i tell uncle ricky? should i run..? fark...can't i even outrun an old man..?!

anyways..yea, when i got off...he didn't follow...but i could see him from the window and he kept staring..and not in a good way...YARGH!! giving me the creeps now..

and as i was walking back, i kept glancing behind to see if anyone/ him was following...i'm telling you...that few minutes on the walk back home really made a wreck outta me..i was TOTALLY PARANOiD...not good.

what's with old men and Sydney?? GEEZ!! at least the old dude on the bus before (old old post) was nice...this one was just...creepy...urgh...

anyone who's thinking now that i'm such an unfriendly bitch and that he's just trying to be friendly...WELL...i've just got one thing to say...YOU WEREN'T THERE! ..so be quiet. NO ONE... especially not an old man would INSIST that you have coffee with him...when it's obvious that we were going home...

now...tell me....why couldn't he have been this handsome tall white guy about my age?????

DARN YOU UNIVERSE!!!