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Thursday, June 26, 2008

Traveling Solo 101

Handy travel tips you will never follow :

Me : OMG OMG OMG I just booked the ticket its official I'm coming to Sibu !!!!!!

Sis : Thats great !!! Now you can bring me all the stuff i need. I'll e-mail you the list of things i need u to bring ... *mutters* need my toaster , books, clothes ....

Me : Do you really want to see me or just be your courier service ?

Sis : .....oh and don't forget to bring some food from home

Dad : So Mala have you packed for your trip yet ?

Me : I still have 1 week till i leave !!!!

Dad : Yes but better be safe then sorry

Me : Well the Rejang river tour , that i MUST do

Mum : What !!!! No No No better not go to near the river n all, its not safe

Me : Ma then what u expect me to do there, i wanna go visit the Orang Asli village

Mum : What !!!! No No No better not go to Orang Asli villages alone, its not safe

Sis : Eh half the time I'll be in the Hospital so you go exploring by yourself ok. Take the bus can go everywhere

Me : SURE :D

Mum : What !!!! No No No better not go exploring alone without your sister, its not safe

Me : Wait for her to come back !!!!!! What will i do till then ?

Mum : Well you can help her clean her room or watch tv

Me : Yes ma i went 29820934 miles to be a maid n watch TV . Something i can only experience in Sarawak

Dad : So Mala do you know the number one rule of traveling solo ?

Me : There are rules ?!?!?! *I thought he was talking about travel rules implemented by the government i didn't know about*

Dad : Make sure you don't talk to strangers

Me : O_o

Dad : I'm serious ok . You are forever talking to everyone as if their your long lost relative. This time your alone how if they cheat you? Ah speaking of cheating , make sure u don't let anyone check in your bags with you, u never know it might have drugs.

Me : *mutters* I'm not an idiot lah

Dad : What did you say ?

Me : Ok .

Me : Eh i bet your gonna miss me . Don't cry when i leave ok :D

Mum : Finally, there will be peace and quiet at home

Me : Are you sure i wasn't adopted ?

Mum : Eh Mala remember ok. Once you get off the plane the first thing you do is go and take your luggage

Me : No i wont, because i want to run around Sibu naked

Mum : Now don't you be sarcastic to me. Who was the one, who came back from school one day without her school bag because she forgot about it ?

Me : THAT WAS WHEN I WAS 8 !!!!!!!

Mum : Same thing.

Dad : Ok Mala, you are going to a new place. So try not to attract attention to yourself. Act Local

Me : What do you mean act Local . I am LOCAL !

Dad : No no ... pretend like your from Sarawak. By that i mean don't take pictures of every bird and tree you see there like you always do.

Me : Daddy , since 3/4 of the town is populated by Chinese. Me being Indian for one would stand out n i think they wouldn't buy my cover being local .

Dad : Well if you pretend properly they would think your part of the 1/4 of the town which is not Chinese.

Me : *mutters* It would never work

Dad : What did you say ?

Me : Ok. I'll try

Ehem ... as you can see my parents have trust issues . Can you tell :) Rest assured i have researched my trip well, while having a Rejang river tour is at the top of my list , cleaning my sisters room is at the bottom of the list .. wayyyy bottom . Anyways i don't know what my parents are worrying about . According to Wiki Travel the number one danger i should be worrying about while visiting Sibu is :


believe me ? See this :

Stay Safe

Travelers should take note that gossip is an endemic problem in Sibu. It can be difficult to escape unwanted and intrusive attention but keeping a low profile can help to reduce the extent of this problem.


Don't worry surviving high school has trained me how to handle this 'endemic problem' . Ok guys wish me luck !!! Will be back next week . BYE :)

“Not all those who wander are lost.”
- J. R. R. Tolkien

Sunday, June 22, 2008

On Crossing Milestones

I was reading my past blog entries and i came across this :

"On a random note i'll be starting University at Monash tomorrow . I'm felling Nervous . Scared . Happy . Excited . Worried . Hopeful ."

I cant believe its been nearly 5 months since i wrote that and I've already completed my 1st semester at Uni.
Uni life so far has been like going on a never ending roller coaster ride . Full of ups n downs. twist n turns. scary n fun. But despite everything its certainly one ride I'm enjoying .

I love everything about it so far, the subjects, the people, the lectures, dam there are days when i even enjoy the assignments. (although those days dont come often)

I enjoyed Monday mornings where i got to watch interesting movies I've never heard off.

I enjoyed Wednesday mornings where we discussed these movies in class.

I enjoyed Monday afternoons listening to Dr.Yeoh's lectures on Media Studies. A subject which thought me not to just look at things just at face value. LoL now when i look at an advert all i think of is the overt n covert message its trying to convey. Not forgetting counting how many brand placements each movie has :S

I enjoyed Tuesday afternoons listening to Dr. Helen's Lectures . She made going to classes n watching those depressing 'People's Century' video's worth it. I don't think i got through a single class without watching people die

I enjoyed Thursday mornings at INT tutorials where we looked through the black and white of an issue and saw the shades of gray in it.

I enjoyed Friday afternoons at Journalism class where Chin Huat always challenged us to think outside the box. Although now whenever i write something I'm constantly expecting someone to ask me to justify it :)

I enjoyed all the activities i went for

I enjoyed the trips to Sunway Pyramid to de-stress after assignments

I enjoyed working hard on an assignment and doing well in it

I enjoyed reading back my essays n going 'Dam did i write this?'

I enjoyed finally handing up assignments i lost weeks worth of sleep over

I enjoyed staying back to study at the library

Most importantly i enjoyed meeting amazing people who make Monash an enjoyable place to be :)

But of course it wasn't all peaches n' cream everyday . Are you kidding me my life isn't perfect. There were bad days too ... feeling stupid in class, messing up, getting crappy marks in assignments, bad presentations, procrastinating in everything in between.... But one things for sure there was certainly more good then bad.

At least thats how I'd like to remember it as.

So in 3 weeks twill' be time for me to get back on this crazy roller coaster ride.

Back to early mornings and late nights. piles of assignments. mountain of readings. oceans of coffee. stress. zits. Fits.


"That is what learning is. You suddenly understand something you've understood all your life, but in a new way."
-Doris Lessing-

T . A . G

Because its rude to ignore a tag .......

1) What is the most important thing in your life?
Family n friends

2) What is the last thing that you bought with your own money?
Hmmm.... Nail Polish

3) Where do you wish to get married?
At the beach in Goa . Sigh ... *Insert sappy music here*

4) How old do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?
Permanently owned ? are u kidding me what is this the stone ages .... Love or no i am answerable only to myself

5) Are you in love?

6) Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?
With a friend at the Mamak in SS14.

7) Name the latest book that you bought?
A child called 'it'.

8) What is your full name?
Malati Siniah

9) Do you prefer your mother or father?
I cant choose they both annoy me equally :)

10) Name a person that you really wish to meet in real life for the first time.
1. Anderson Cooper (Sigh.... i heart him so)
2. Leonardo Da Vinci (Because he is so cool)
3. My Grandfather on my mum's side (Because i hear so much about him but i've never met him)
4. Barack Obama's speech writers ( because the put hope into words so well)
5. Anne Frank (Just read her diary . She is such an interesting person)

11) Christina or Britney?
Urm None of the above ?

12) Do you do your own laundry?
Nope . He he he but i dry em

13) The most exciting place you want to go?
E. V. E. R. Y. W. H. E. R. E

14) Hugs or kisses?
Hugs :)

15) Point out 5 things about the person who tagged you.
1. She is beautiful both inside n out
2. Has a great singing voice
3. Fashionista
4. Says the funniest things that never fails to make me laugh
5. One smart cookie

16)8 things I am passionate about:
1. Human Rights
2. Seeing the world
3. Journalism
4. World Peace
5. Eating good Food
7. Activism
8. Photography

17)8 things I say too often:
2. OMG
3. Lah (I'm Malaysian so sue me)
4. Fuck no.
5. Like
7. arghhhhhh
8. are u kidding me ?

18)8 books I've read recently:
1. The Diary of Anne Frank
2. The Colour Purple - Alice Walker
3. Memories of My Melancholy Whores - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
4. Neverwhere - Neil Gaiman
5. Growing Up Jewish
6. The Edible Woman - Margaret Atwood
7. Attacks on the Press 2007
8. Peace Kills

19)8 songs I could listen to over and over again:
Sorry i suck at remembering song names but i'll listen to anything by these ppl over n over again :
1. Ken Hirai
2. All the songs from Grease
3. Beatles
4. Air Supply
5. Michael Bubble'
6. Ai Osaka
7. Utada Hikaru
8. Alicia Keys

20)8 things I learned last year:
1. Follow your dreams
2. That if i try i can make a difference
3. There is more to life then This
4. There is no use bitching if you don't try hard
5. Smile n everything will be ok
6. I loved my teaching job but being a teacher is NOT for me
7. I set my goals n wont let anything get in my way
8. Live everyday as if it was your last

8 people to tag:-
1. A
2. N
3. Y
4. B
5. O
6. D
7. Y
8. :)

Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been enjoying my holidays too much :) Will update soon !

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Kids Say The Darnedest Things

Had a conversation with my lil' cousin yesterday. It went something like this :

"Hey Joel, so anything interesting happen during your school holidays "

*with a very serious face*

" I swallowed a dinosaur "

"REALLY !!!! What kind of dinosaur was it ? T-Rex ?
Triceratops ? Brontosaurus ?"

*had a puzzled look for a second and said .....

" It was a .......... scary kind "

" Ok... so how did you get rid of the dinosaur ? "

" I drank Barley and IT went away"

"Ooooo so next time if i swallow a dinosaur i should drink Barley too ?"

*solemnly nods his head"

"Yes you must."

*i fall down laughing*

"Wait why are you laughing ! Are you laughing at me :( Mummyyyyyyy "

Nothing puts life in a better perspective, then a conversation with a 5 year old.

He gives advice like a wise old sage :)

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

I wrote till the ink ran dry ....

Stressed, confused, sad, lonely .... so many mixed emotions in me. Worried about my exams .... missing my sister .. irritated .... with life and everything in between. So i sat down for a while tried to put everything in perspective . Failed miserably. I glanced at my shelf and i saw my old beat up leather diary. Its been so long, Hello old friend. Missed me ?

I cracked it open. Looked at my old entries... High school drama .... entering college ... CPU ... A-Levels ... very happy memories with a fair balance of very sad ones, my life written out in my chicken handwriting .. bad grammar ... even worst spelling ... the works . I've kept a diary since i was 9 . It was gaudy , every letter was written in a different color (yes i'm lame like that) . I used to write in it everyday , used to start every entry by saying "Hello Book" , my rational was that its stupid to address it as Diary , calling it a book was wayyyy more mature . (yes i thought i was cool) . So anyway on the cover i wrote lovingly in bold prints "MY DIARY TOP SECERAT !" (yes i spellt secret wrongly i am aware of that but at 9 thats how i thought it was supposed to be ) On the second page i wrote a deadly curse which was of course written in blood read ink ...


and for dramatic effect i even drew a hang man and sculls and crossbones . Obviously my curse didn't work as my sister is very much alive despite reading every single entry.

I might as well share with you a story my sister tells anyone with a ear about my diary . Doing what every *evil* older sister would do she re tells this story to everyone despite it being 15 over years since she saw it.
One day with evil glee she ran with my dairy screaming out an entry i wrote :



Yes yes i spelled wrapped as Raped . To my defense i was 10 for god sakes . Unfortunately from then on i became the girl who raped her book .Sigh ... Anne Frank i ain't .

Unfortunately in a fit of rage one day after finding out my parents had read it i ripped up the book. Vowing that i would never write another one again . Hey , i was 13 , young and dramatic . However i always regretted doing that , I'd pay good money to see that book again :)

Being like any fickle teen 1 month later i started writing again . This time i was 'smarter' didn't get a book that had DIARY written all over it . and yes i didn't rape this one too if your wondering . It was just a simple leather book. I would come home after school everyday and religiously i would write what had happened ... who pissed me off in school .. what happened ... who i thought was cute ... who was angry with who and why ... To sum it up .. read one book of Sweet Vally and u get the gist of my teeny bubblegum pop writings . But it was nice to re read them all and remember all these forgotten memories .. although at times i feel like going back and slapping myself for being so annoying ... hey i was just your average teen.

As i grew older my writings became my comfort . Disjointed sentences , coded letters, random mussing, which only I can make sense of . A place where i could rant, and there is somethings oddly comforting penning down your thoughts on paper. Something to me till this very day i cant get by typing . When my mum had cancer when i was in form 4 i was so lost , i hated to see her suffer and i felt very alone and scared . I didn't really tell my friends about it because i felt no one would understand . My sister was in India at that time so i lost my main anchor . So thats when i turned to my diary, everyday after school i used to go to the hospital to keep her company . While she slept i wrote away my fears , confusions and sadness . Through her operation and back, writing down how i felt at that time really kept the emotions in check more then anything could . Now when i get angry with my mum for a trivial thing all i have to do i flip the pages documenting this amazing womens survival and everything else seems insignificant . Its so surreal flipping the pages and reading my words at that time , i barely even remember it now.

After a while i started to write less, from everyday ... to once a week ... month ... year . But when i have the mood to write i could write 30 pages only stopping when my hand cramps .

So i looked at my last entry it was new year 2007 . A lot has gone by since then . So i took out my pen and started writing again ... filling in the blanks on my life so far and what its gonna be like in the future . Still the same chicken handwriting ... bad grammar and even worst spelling . But still the same sense of calm once i was done .....

"Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us."

Oscar Wilde