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Some days I wake up feeling 60 and other days I wake up feeling 6. So if your within that age group .. we can relate.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Fuck ***

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*Singing* I see you driving 'round town With the girl I love and I'm like,

FUCK YOUUUuuuuuuuuuuu


Forget You, Ma ! I said Forget YOUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUuuuuuuuuu

Is dragging the Youuuuu your way of convincing me ?

Really women you must be hearing things ...

And fuck her tooOooooo


and Forget her toooOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOOooooooOOOOOooooo

Ahaha my poor mother . I cant stop singing this song over and over again . It's really the happiest angry song ever :)

Thursday, July 16, 2009


Going through my bookshelf today sorting out my old comics and books this fell out of one of my old Sweet Valley storybooks. Its an old card my parents gave me when i first turned 13.

A teenager i was. All grown up and All knowing .

Back then i was most probably more interested in the present which came along with the card then what was written on the card.

Although as much as i try to wrack my brains i cant remember what they got me.

but it doesn't matter, Though the memory of the present has faded away the wordings on the card still remain crisp and clear as it was 9 years ago :

"For My Teenager"
Words I want you to Remember .....

I have so many wishes for you, and I want them all to come true.

I want you to use your heart as a compass as you grow and find your way in the world, but i want you to always have an appreciation for the direction of home.

I want you to be self-reliant, self-motivated, and self sufficient, but to know that you will never be alone.

I want you to be safe and smart and cautious.

I want you to be wise beyond your years.

I don't want you to grow up too fast. I want you to come with me with your fears.

I pray that you wont rush the future, and that you'll slowly build on the steppingstones of the past. You have a strong foundation of family and friends and joy that will always last.

I love you beyond all words. I promise that i will love you beyond all time. So many treasures await you in your journey of life ... and being blessed with you... has been mine.

-Douglas Pangels-

Wise words which the teen back then look as just ink on paper, the young adult now thinks it should be engraved in gold.

Now that my teenage years are over and as much as i hope that I've fulfilled the wishes in the card ... I know i have not and i still have a long way to go.

So much has changed from 13 to 22 .







Sometimes i wish i had this much drive when i was younger. It gets overwhelming sometimes, making up for lost time, like running a marathon with no finish line.

Thinking out aloud "Am i doing the right thing?"

Hearing silence.

Because now there is no more nagging, screaming and yelling of what exactly is the right thing.

Now the only answers are in actions.

22, looking back there is many things i wish i did and didn't do. But after all that is said and done, looking at where i am today ican truly say that i am Happy.

Happy with the choices i made, people i met, things i did , life i led and future that i will have

but am i contented ?

No, and i don't think i ever will be.

Why ?

Because behind all my big, glossy, celluloid dreams and the never ending climb to reach it.

is the simple wish to someday make my parents proud.

and when i think I've achieved that.

I will finally be content.

Time polishes what is most precious, so that when your older you can see what truly shines.

That's why the bookmark has found a new home, from being hidden between the dusty pages of my book, to being tagged up on my Wish board.

Friday, June 19, 2009


All this studying is seriously cramping my style....

1 more paper to go ....

tick tick tick tick .... BOOM

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Reminder :

Moments of self pity. A guilty pleasure I'm sure we all indulge in.

Lord knows I've had my fair share. But what gives me a sharp slap in the face and never fails to make me pull up my bootstraps is this poem :

You're the Result of Yourself

Pablo Neruda

Don't blame anyone, never complain of anyone or anything

Because basically you have made of your life what you wanted.

Accept the difficulties of edifying yourself

And the worth of starting to correct your character.

The triumph of the true man arises from the ashes of his mistakes.

Never complain of your loneliness or your luck.

Face it with courage and accept it.

Somehow, they are the result of your acts and

It shows that you'll always win.

Don't feel frustrated of your own failures, neither unload them to someone else.

Accept yourself now or you'll go on justifying yourself like a child.

Remember that any time is good to start

And that no time is so good to give up.

Don't forget that the cause of your present is your past,

As the cause of your future will be your present.

Learn from the brave, from the strong,

From who doesn't accept situations

From who will live in spite of everything.

Think less of your problems and more of your work.

Learn to arise from your pain,

And to be greater than the greatest of your obstacles.

Look at the mirror of yourself and you'll be free and strong

And you'll stop being a puppet of circumstances.

For you yourself are your destiny.

Wake up and stare at the sun in the mornings and breathe the sun of dawn.

You're part of the strength of your life now,

Rise up, fight, walk, be sure and you'll win in life.

Don't ever think of 'fate'

For fate is the excuse of failures.

Just thought of sharing this. Will be on hiatus for a bit.

Bye !


Sunday, April 19, 2009

Deeper Conversations

Wrapping up this week in conversations :

"Its ok Mal look on the brighter side, who knows he might have moved up in life and from a Barista in Starbucks he has now become an insurance agent ?

But i don't want him to sell me policies i just want him to pour me my coffeeeeeee "

"So then i was thinking right, oh look this nice young boy and his mum is riding the KTM together, such a cute family moment. He looked like what 18 or something , fresh faced, cropped hair and preppy white polo tee n jeans standing with this 40 something older woman in like this like killer corporate suit. So i thought wow his mum looks really cool

So ?

and then they started making out in front of me


Exactly my friend . exactly and the moral of the story is never assume ... never ever assume"

"Why don't you spend enough time with me and why do you always go out ?

What are you talking about i was home for 3 whole days with u

Yes but you were in your room the whole time doing your assignment

What did you expect me to do pull a rabbit out of my hat for you . i had work to do

You don't love me. that's why.

Oooooo don't start your Indian family drama emotional blackmail with me woman.."

"So this year I'm gonna stop procrastinating , blog more, read more and most importantly stop procrastinating

You do know that you excuse of waiting for the Tamil New Year to make your resolutions, is a way of procrastinating on your resolution to stop procrastinating

That is it. I cannot be saved."

"Yes you can !

No i cant !

Yes you can !

No i cant

Yes you can

NO i cant

FINE you cant


This is why i hate talking to you when your menstruating"

"By failing this assignment the odds of me failing this subject is 99 to 1 you know. Right now cant even get past the first sentence . What if i fail ?

Fail. fail la.

You know a little bit of encouragement right now would be much appreciated

Fine what do u want me to say ?

You wont fail ?

Ok you wont fail.

I feel the Love mother, i really do."

"So you take the cigarette, use your thumb and forefinger and hold it a little bit away from the edge. Light up the tip. Don't inhale the first puff, just blow it out. Next you suck it in and then slowly release the smoke out.

I didn't know smoking took so much effort i always thought you just put it in your mouth and it'll all work naturally from there

They should make a movie out of this.

and call it Smoking 101. Omg i cant wait to twitter this"

"Aaraki sense Konnichiwa, genki desu ka ?

Hait, malati san, genki desu. anata no *continues her conversation in rapid fire Japanese*

Erm, ahhhh ...watashi, ju ni-gatsu to JLPT4 no shiken ... erm .. um ... ah ....

Ooooo JLPT4 no Shiken !!!! anatawa taihen renshu to fukushu *continues on her conversation in rapid fire japanese*

Onegai sense !!! Motto Yukkuri Ittekudasai !"

*and so proceeds the most mind numbingly slow Japanese conversation in the history of the universe*

"So do you still think you have the best ass in Kuantan ?

*full of pride* without a doubt the title still belongs to me.

Good to see somethings never change"

"WHAT do you MEAN by you just want to be HAPPY . You are Indian you cannot just be happy, you have to work yourself to death , get money, money and more money, buy a house, get married, have few children and maybe only maybe you allowed to be slightly happy.


"Careful, then a Pocong will come out and steal our food



No seriously i am


No i took a Facebook 'What hantu are you quiz' and turns out I'm a Pocong

You took a facebook 'What hantu are you' quiz ?

Yeah all my other friends good way cooler ghost like Hantu Tetek and Toyol n stuff, and i got lame ol' Pocong

Being a Hantu Tetek is cool ?"

"I know at the end of the day you gonna marry one of those Balak tycoon's rich brats sons you met in Sarawak

Yeah it would make things much easier"

"What are you complaining for. Dude remember, there is cute butt, and there is the i-can-feed-a-third-world-outta-this-ass butt. Dam that Megan fox and her quotable quotes


"You know i want a guy whose like weird u know, not like the i-am-a-serial-killer weird but like weird-ly, random-ly, strange-ly, eccentric-ly weird . u know . like how I'm weird

Yup you most definitely weird

AHAHAHA bitch"

"I hate it when people take me seriously, half the time i don't mean what i say and don't think when i write

Isn't Communications one of your majors in school ?


Well good luck with that then."

"Since your at my blog why don't you comment something like i love you or I'm your number 1 fan.

No, don't be lame

I know your password why don't i do you a favor and comment that on your behalf

Your psycho, don't ok

Fine i know your Facebook password I'll write that on my wall instead

Don't be crazy

I am emotionally needyyyyyy

you are mentally retardedddddd

Remember we ARE relate so by default, so are you."

"Why so glum chum ?

I've lost focus these past few months and i think i screwed up big time on so many different levels. Worst thing is, i know there's no such thing as second chances.

Well your right . There is No such thing as second chances, because your making way for new chances to come up to you.

That's true. Thank You

Anytime. Now all aboard the Positive Express."

Well that's a wrap !!!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Distantly Close

Although we don't get to spend everyday together , I'm glad that on the days we do, makes every minit spent together feel all that more special

No matter how old we become , we must always remember our spastic CPU roots

Because when the white hair begins to show and the wrinkles begin to grow , the laughter will always stop us from becoming old,

Crazy adventures and funny stories is shared best with good food and even better company ,

Despite the wonders of technology, Sharing jokes, telling stories, exchanging hugs, linking arms while walking and cam whoring till the battery runs low are just some of the things best done the old fashion way.

In those few hours, made me remember what great times we shared together,

Cheep food at the pasar, ice kacang after classes, bitching sessions would last for hours n hours

Talks about dreams, hopes and the distant future, saying it out aloud makes it all the more real er

Be it a dentist who'll end up a designer , or a steward who will end up a lecturer

What matters is that from 18 to now, we've all started our big adventure into the cloudy future

where we'll end up nobody knows ... but i hope that despite it all this we'll always remain friends.

However : Diva 1, make sure i don't see u in any MAS sex tape DVD and Diva 2, make sure u don't spray paint your patients teeth pink, telling them its cause pink is the new white .

Love u guys to bits !


Friday, April 17, 2009

Senseless Sensibility

Its overrrrr, and this is how my table looks like right now ....

after scouring through piles and piles academic mambojumbo for international studies and authorship these past few weeks i did myself a favor and bought myself this :

Shin Chan is the wises of the lot.

It will keep me entertained on my train ride tomorrow to see 2 of my most favorite boyssss

Cant Wait =)

Oh my Southpark just finished loading . gonna watch it now. this week is gonna be just mindless fun .

and the closes i'm gonna come to academia is eating macadamia

although i do still have 4 pending articles to write


I'll cross that bridge when i get there .....

Time to find joy in watching mindless entertainment .

and before i go i shall leave you with whats been playing on my mind :

Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon,
The little dog laughed to see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Simple minds have simple thoughts .

You all have a nice weekend !

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Legally Blond

Dinner conversation :

Dad : So you know i was trying to look up for the Latest Woolf reforms online but i couldn't access many of the sites i already had .

Me : Yeah you should try Googleing for other sites . God Lord Woolf i remember how much i used to hate him back in A-lvls ...

Mum : Who is this guy ?

Dad : *Goes on to give a longggg and detailed description on the life, accomplishments and contributions of Lord Woolf towards the English Legal System ?*

Mum : Whats his name again, Lord Wolverine ?

You should have seen my dad's expression. priceless.

I nearly chocked on my rice.

Trust my mum to change this guy :

To this Guy :

Made my day this one.

On an unrelated note i now have 18 hours left before i hand in my assignment . Going to churn out words non-stop like a font machine *i hope*. To quote Sarah Rostam

"Go Mal. The power of backspace is in your hands"


Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Bridging the Digital Divide

Via the wonderful World of Twitter, i have finally seen the three things i have in common with Khairy Jamaluddin :

Woke up with no campaigning to do. Feels weird. The boys got my undivided attention for the first time since whenever. Must lose weight.
from TwitterBerry
On the way to Istana Negara.

Entering Istana Negara.

In the Balairong Seri.

All done. Under some tent now. People eating.

Better updates then Malaysiakini. i say.


  • He even expresses emotions like you and me :

Who's flip flopping now? Only yesterday Guan Eng and Anwar said the incompetent Fairus was on leave and not quitting. Today he resigns. WTF?

His WTF really made me LOL.

Nice to see that under all that layers of politics, lies a fellow tweet like you and me.

Aint the internet grand, makes me all warm and fuzzy inside when i think how it brings all of us closer together under one big digital roof.

Follow his tweets and see what you have in common with him :

G'day !

DigitaL Prozac

This is the first Sunday i actually forgot to do my check postsecret website ritual .

Now no one can be that busy .

It's like my weekly digital Prozac,

This is painful,

and this is Sad,

This is inspirational ,

and this one just makes me feel bad.

But what all this does is make you realize that,

at the end of the day,

your life ain't really all that bad.

“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”

-Dr. Seuss quotes (American Writer and Cartoonist best known for his collection of children's books. 1904-1991)-

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Rationally Psychotic

“Without psychoanalysis we should never know that when we think a thing the thing we think is not the thing we think but only the thing that makes us think we think the thing we think we think”

Like seriously i'm so bloody tired of all this thinking . This assignment is driving me mad.

Psychoanalysts can probably look at me eating a hot dog and think ....

omg phallic symbol ....






Leave me alone u psychos n let a girl eat her food in peace

and now on a lighter note .....

I'm never gonna look at my 1901 the same way again.


You just couldnt be like any normal person now could u Freud ? U couldnt just say ... dam that was a bad nightmare or wow that was a wonderful dream ... Nuuuuuooooo u had to take dreams and turn them into my current nightmares

instead Wanna try psychoanalyzing Santa ?

......because every dog needs a psychologist

Just like every flea needs a psychologist .....
Hey just because their microscopic does not mean they dont have issues

Hahahahaahahahahahahaha this is the best coz its a literal representation of what psychoanalyst will end up saying about your unconscious .

Because after all my readings on it, this sums it all up :

ok back to consciously uncovering the unconscious which is repressed somewhere between the subconscious and the idontgiveafuck.

good day !

Monday, April 6, 2009

Ambiguously Clear

Dream's of :

Indigo monkeys and burning pains .

Rotting candy and happy days .

Sunshine soup and deep fried Brains

I wonder what would Freud say ?

" Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar "

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Beautifully Ugly

Thinks The lonely Seagull :

"Which to choose the warm brown sands, or the ice blue sea ?"

I took this picture when i was wondering around Manukan Island, Sabah.

I love it because for once instead of thinking of angels, alignments, composition,aesthetics,beauty,lighting,interpretation,understanding,juxtaposition,colours.

I simply saw the scene, randomly took out my crappy camera and shot it.

It was not planned but I love how the seagull is smack dab in the center of the picture, in between the rocky sands and the moody sea.

How it almost looks Beautifully Ugly .

Photographer i certainly am not . No, i do not own a DSLR that when pointed at you looks more likely to blow your head off rather then capture your image. Nor do i take any fantabulously artsy shots which would make you gasp in amazement .

I take pictures simply because it makes me happy, although i've not touched my camera in months.

I love it when i look through my pictures and come across one which takes me back to where it was shot.

Looking at this i can almost smell the salty sea breeze and feel the grainy sand on my toes.

That to me is worth more then a 100 shots taken with a bazooka looking camera .

Although if i did have few grand to spare there would be no doubt about it I'd buy myself the best dam bazooka cam. money can buy.

But since i don't I'm happy with my crappy 4 mega pixel Olympus with its horrible night shots, even worst indoor shots, useless day shots but bloody wonderful accidental shots.

: I choose the sea :

Sunday, March 29, 2009

When words don't cut it

Happy Bunny.

What do you see ?


Tomorrow will be fine,

Cause all I need to do is, smile.


Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Down by Memory Lane....

Way Back when i went to school, High School most definitely DID NOT have a Musical .

Sure we did not burst into catchy tunes when our exams were over, nor did we have the entire school gather together to do a little dance number when our school's basketball team took gold.

Despite the lack of song and dance , high school sure was fun.

Although amazing to think, how different are the paths we each took after we left school.

Why just 5 years ago we were all sitting down in the same Bio Lab butchering erm sorry dissecting the same frog , with what some would say fevered enthusiasm due to the fact that after gleefully picking and mangling its innards we realized that we forgot to draw the diagram of what we saw. No prizes guessing why our whole group had the same diagram which looked suspiciously similar to the frog drawing in the Longman Bio Workbook. hey they all look the same on the inside right. (Mr. Frog pls dont judge me)

It really feels like only yesterday we were entered our Kimia lab to conduct an experiment which we usually had even lesser of a clue of what we did going out then what we did going in. Hey 15 students to 1 apparatus . you do the math.. oh the woes of government schools.

The memories of..... (ok this one i'm bloody happy i got it over with ok so i'm not going to even pretend i miss it. math.yucks) sitting together panicking over add math's equations are not one i look upon fondly but its one i cant erase (oh the tutions T_T )

But despite the fact that i hated my science subjects with unbridled passion. These subjects we what we all shared in common. stressing over. solving together and laughing over (well i cried more then i laughed, but laughing sounds more poetic no)

In the five years its always amazing to see how different we all are from one another whenever i meet up with my school friends. Why just last Friday, i met up with 3 of my high school friends . One just graduated as an IT major and another studying for Languages in Japan. We took a good 3 hours of our conversation figuring out what the heck each other was studying for and what they'd do later on. He was amazed that after high school i have been writting essay upon essay non stop and i was amazed that he had to learn a completely different language for programing.

OMG in which me n my other friend had a utter platinum blond moment .

So my friend is studying Languages in Japan n since my other friend did IT she was telling him how this year she was taking Programing as her electives .

He : Thats cool so what language do u use ?

Me + Her : English la what other language is there , although the Uni is in Japan most of the classes are conducted in English u know. Hahahahahaha silly boy ....

He : Urm... actually i mean programing language u know like Java, Turing, Pascal ....

Her : OOOoooo we havent gotten that far really

Me : You MEAN U GUYS SPEAK A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE . (i then proceed to do my best 'take. me. to. your. leader.' and 'we. come. in. peace." impersonation, hey some stereotypes die hard)

*SIDE NOTE* this convo totally reminded me of the one i read on bash.org

*In a IRC chat room*

Q : Does someone speak python here?


Q: the programming language, you idiot.

Hahahahahah see were not the only ones.

But be it speaking in python or English, despite our differences the good thing is that during these mini reunions we never run out of things to talk about because at the end of the day deep down we all have that one language that binds us all.


Hahahahaha . its true ! After the polite n intelligent small talk of, what are you doing and where are u studying is all over .

we go to the juicy bits

Remember when XXX went out with YYY ?

OMG u know i saw in Facebook, ZZZ is going out with EEE !!!

Shit have u seen, CCC looks so different now !


Then after the gossip sessions of how A is now going out with C when before that he was with D.

We go to the second part we all have in common , high school memories ...

You can almost be 100% sure that one person of the group will say how they wish they were back in high school when things were all happy and less complicated.

And with that comment to start the ball rolling you can definitely clue the cheesy nostalgic music because at the same time everyone will start going back to their best High school Musical moments :

Remember getting n buying flowers from Interact n Leo club during Valentines day ?

Hey remember the ridiculous gang's they used to have in school ?

Remember how we used to sneak out from school to go mamak ?

Remember hiding liquid paper during spot check ?

Remember how we made the EST teacher cry ? (yes we really did. only when i became a teacher myself did i feel the full blown guilt of this)

Remember the horrible canteen food ?

Remember how u used to think WWW was the cutest guy everrrrrr ?

Remember falling asleep during perhimpunan ?

Yup the word of the day would most definitely be Remember ...... because no matter how different each of the paths we took after school are, ...lawyer to doctor, nurse to journalist ..... all we have to say is remember and instantly all our paths merge to one, and once again were all strolling down memory lane to SMSU together.

This was my high school musical =)

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Mr. Frog & Me

Dear Mr. Frog,

I'm writing this letter to you because the 15 minutes i spent with you has left such a profound impact on me. You are an inspiration. If Obama was a frog he'd be you. Judging from my initial reaction upon seeing you was to scream on top of my lungs then stomping my foot going 'shooo' 'shooo' , I'm guessing we kinda started of on the wrong foot. But hey first impressions should never count. Right?

But seriously, could you blame me for thinking the first thing you'd do when u saw me was jump on me. I mean with your slimy,moist,warty dirt brown skin, I'm not one to judge but it is kinda gross. Anyhow i've always had horrible encounters with your kind, the last frog i saw was at Mt. Kinabalu park, i was sitting down near a tree and the first thing that green freak did was jump,right smack on my forehead, only to miss and end up dangling on my glasses.

I swear if if wasn't for a fact that i had an eye power of a thousand and that I'm blind without my glasses. I'd fling that specs straight back to Semenanjung. So instead i used what the good lord gave me, my vocal cords were finally put to good use that day. The frog jumped so far from me i think it broke the Olympic high jump record in the process.On top of that i also think i might have caused it to now have permanent hearing loss. Anyways the green devil was pure evil, it left a trail of slimy muck on my glasses which i was too grossed out to wipe away. Leaving me to stumble like a blind bat on my trek down. Trust me i cursed that green monster to hell for every bump and cut i got that day.Now if u see a slimy, evil looking, puke green coloured frog using a hearing aid. Tell him i said he had it coming.

So Mr. Frog do you now see the reason for my initial reaction ?Although whenever i see a frog i do feel a tinge of guilt when i recall the joy i had running around in Bio lab during frog dissection, showing everyone the still beating heat of the frog i held in my hand. Ah the simple joys of youth. 

Back to you, what really intrigued me was that despite my feet stomping and shoo shoo-ing you remained perfectly still unfazed by the strange female with a green face (i was using a facial mask btw, i'm in no way one of your cousins) in front of you. As interesting as you were i had to get you to move, you were sitting right in front of my washing machine and if i didn't get my clothes out, it would never dry in time and I'd end up going to work in the clothes God provided me with. Not gonna happen.

Judging that my next brilliant plan to get you away was by making meow-ing noises pretending i was a cat that was going to eat you didn't work either . I kinda gave up. I mean you didn't even blink your bugged eyes when i meow-ed at you. That, i have to say was very fearless of you . You are one very brave frog, well either that or cats generally don't eat frogs and you were going, "Gurllll did u take yo crazy pills today". So now you not only think I'm freaky but also a blond. A wise person once told me second impressions don't count either.

So despite my valiant efforts there you remained. Looking at me, looking at you with your huge caramel eyes that had flecks of gold in it.On a side note, they should really come up with coloured contacts of your eyes. Its really pretty. Since you remained like a perfect froggish gentleman the whole time , blinking at me with an expression of polite curiosity. i was finally convinced you wouldn't jump on me and i unloaded my clothes from the machine and dried it.

When i was done with drying my clothes i came back to see if you were still there, and sure enough there you were sitting perfectly still. Hmmm if i kissed you would you turn into a handsome prince ? I mean them fairy tales have to get their ideas from somewhere right, it couldn't all be fiction. 

I mean seriously, first you didn't jump on me which totally shows what a gentlemen you are and then despite my borderline neurotic behaviour you just patiently waited right there which shows your dependable too. and your eyes, I've always said that eyes maketh a man hot. 

And then i thought what if you don't turn into a prince, Nope i didn't live for 2 decades and then some to have my first kiss with a frog. Anyway i know better then to think 'The frog prince' is real, i mean come on we all know that out of all them Disney tales only Cinderella is non-fiction (Knight and shining armour, call me!)

So instead of sharing a slimy kiss with you i decided to take out my camera and take pictures of you. I was still pissed at not getting the flood pictures, I'm not letting a frog get away. So after taking countless pictures of you. Although Mr Frog i don't think you should give up your day job, Same pose in every single frame. Tyra would not be proud. 

After a dozen frog pictures later, i was finally pleased with my pseudo photography for the day and i went to keep my camera away, and when i came back.

You were gone.

I didn't even get to say goodbye :(

and You even politely waited for me to finish taking all my pictures of you before you left. I knew you were a prince.

Oh well.

So instead of starting on my Feature article which is due in two days time, i decided to write an open letter to you on my blog.

Goodbye Mr.Frog ! It was really nice meeting you !

Malati Siniah

“Someday we'll find it, that rainbow connection,the lovers 
the dreamers and me.”

-Kermit the Frog-

For conversation, just add water

As i was wading barefoot through knee deep murky brown flood water, holding my slippers in one hand and balancing my umbrella in the other, all i was thinking 

you have got to be kidding me.

I mean i have never seen flood in my whole life.

Read about it, yes, watched it on the news of, course i have.

But experience it ?

I live happily on top of a hill in subang jaya. To me flooding is when there are puddles on my lawn after heavy rain.

Yet here i am my jeans folded up to my thighs, waking barefoot on the street in the middle of town to go to the bus stop.

I don't even want to think of how i look. a psychotic paddy farmer sorry had to draw a mental image 

Urgh, i think i just stepped on something mushy. 



OH MY GOD the people on the other street are actually on a perahu.

I wonder i could get a fold up one to fit in my backpack.

SHIT i don't have the hands to take a goddam picture.

Hmmm if i dropped my slippers and grabbed my camera would the slippers float away ?

Better not. need to use them next sem

Damm the water is the colour of the nescafe peng i had for breakfast


God if your listening i will start going to temple more , just please dont let me fall into the water the last thing i need is my laptop to drown on its one month anniversary with me. Si Putih i love you <3 class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">christened it such.It's white.I'm not creative. go figure. 

I see the bags from the bag shop floating away, the owner desperately catching them before they get too far.

The restaurant owner beside is closing up his shop and i see the chairs in his shop slowly bobbing in the water

A little bit. more. reached the bus stop. 


Got on the bus. 

my feet looks like a wrinkled prune.


Now sitting comfortably on the bus, i look out my window n see nothing but water water and watery water

Seriously it looked like Sibu town was drowning in front of my very eyes.

As the journey continues the mak cik next to me taps my shoulders and gestures the the window on the right side

I see a Kancil nearly completely submerged in water

i gawped .

I turned to the window on my side and saw half of the school bursting with water from every nook n cranny.

Mak Cik, look.

now She gawped.

Basically the rest of the journey continued with us looking at something or rather and gesturing to one another Look ! Look!

It was like being on a Flood safari

But seriously it was terrible, most people couldnt even get out of their houses. 

Those who were desperate walked in waters that were waist high

I nervously fiddle with my camera, if i take pictures will i look too touristy?

But really wanted to capture what i saw. 

Then i see the boys 3 seats away taking a video of everything. hmm the thing will probably be uploaded on youtube faster then you can say floodwhat? hey if they can do it, so can i

I turn on my camera. Battery flashes in red.


the rest of the journey continues with the mak cik telling me how the flood in her area is so bad they have to get in and out of the house by lorry.

The flood situation here is really bad. For me this is just another anecdote i would tell my friends when i get back. 

But to the people living here. its something they have to go through everyday. year after year. again and again during the rainy season.

Wadding in water  to go to work, school, home . 

how can you concentrate when your Clothes is wet, body stinky, feet pruned. 

Listening to people explain to me the clean up they have to go through after the floods hits their homes. floors caked in mud.water seeping into electrical items and spoiling them. furniture's covered in muck. watching their white wash walls painted in brown.

I cant imagine coming back and seeing my house in that state

Blame it on poor drainage. swampy lands. bad infrastructure. Rain

You name it the people have said it. At the end of the day fact remains something needs to be done.

I think half of the stories I've been writing since the beginning of this year have something or rather to do with the floods.

I hear it from my colleagues, random people i talk to, the people i interview....

Most of the conversations I've been having begins with 

"hujan manyak teruk haaaa'

its either that or

"lumah lu ada banjir kaaaa"

Yup for conversation, just add water.

So far its been quite a diluted 09' for the people in Sarawak. With flood situations getting from ok to bad to worst then ok again. What i saw was just in the town. My colleague who stays in a longhouse at the interior region cant even get out of his house. and in some parts of Bintulu water levels are up too 12 feet.

But all is not lost, the government has promised a new  137 million flood mitigation project to alleviate the problem, and the local council here has assured and reassured the people that steps will be take to lessen the flooding problems, upgrading the drains etc..etc...

That's good right ?

Thing is , the people here said they heard the same promises last year.


Well let s hope for the best shall we.

But till then the mak cik i met on the bus will get on a lorry to get out of her house.

and i will go to work tomorrow and write another flood story.

"No individual raindrop ever considers itself responsible for the flood"
-Chinese Saying-

p/s : Just needed to get this off my chest. Sorry for the lack of updates since i got here . things have been crazy but great. Will write a proper post one once I'm done with work finishing on 14feb wohoooo !


ppp/s : I miss you, you, you, especially you oh n not forgetting you, oh what the heck i miss you as well :)