Friday, August 31, 2007


50 years of.... what?

In a burst of pure Malaysian semangat yesterday, me, my housemates and some ex-housemates headed off to celebrate Merdeka in the golden triangle.

Before that, our wallets got slaughtered by Planet Hollywood(the Lot 10 one). Very expensive la wei wtf. Before going in, please make sure you have at least 50 bucks in your pocket or face the risk of washing dishes through the night =(

But hey, the food was great! The deco was very interesting and pretty. For the occasion, they dressed the place in colors of red and blue. Even the food came with little Jalur Gemilangs! very merdeka-ish. Pity it wasnt the night when Jacklyn Victor was performing. And I had my first taste of bloody mary!


Supposed to share this with my roommate, but she got quite sick of the smell after a few sips. I ended up drinking the whole thing. My opinion? Bloody Mary= Bloody hell. It tastes like tomato juice spinkled with too much salt. And the celery isnt helping at all.

Note to myself: Get drunk on Kopi peng, which is cheaper and delicious. No more Bloody disgusting Mary for me.


The girls. Cause the guys went shopping. Wtf.


Mickey only has four fingers. Very very distubing la wei.


Pardon the stupid picture. But this mickey has five fingers. Thank goodness.

After that, we initially wanted to countdown at KLCC. Unfortunately, we were told that the celebrations at KLCC were banned. Great! So we decided to walk from KLCC to dataran Merdeka

You know how far is KLCC from Dataran merdeka?
.......
..........

Thank god we managed to catch a last minute bus.

But we didnt reach there in time. So we got as far as Masjid Jamek and stopped there to watch.

We waited.
Counting the time.
And heard the national anthem played.

Then......
nothing happened.

Where are the fireworks?
Apparantly, it is Malaysian culture to be late. This applies even to fireworks now. The fireworks were late an hour.

Madness. An hour!. Most people left after 20 minutes with extremely bengang faces.

Dont say la,the lrt uncle was also pissing mad, giving out announcements through his loud hailer like:

"Semua bunga api dah pergi ke Putrajaya"
"Semua boleh balik tengok bunga api secara siaran tertungga"


HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH! The tourists just looked puzzled and started complaining in their own language. Probably discussing how to sue tourism malaysia for the information error I think.

But thank goodness we were still around the area at that time and managed to watch it. Why? Cause we had this to amuse ourselves and some tourists:


My new hairstyle makes it seem I have bits of cotton candy stuck on my hair. Poyo betul semua attack me.

After that, before heading home, we noticed something very distubing. Half the people celebrating merdeka were pendatang asings, another quarter are mat rempits and another quarter were normal people like you and me.

Disturbing or not? KLCC was flooded with all the scary indonesian workers.
And KL center was like this:



Get what I mean? Disturbing or not?

So....


Posers. Meet the handbag theif and penggangur.

Totally irrelevant, but...


Taking pictures in the middle of the road cause we cant do that normally without risking our lives.


Squatting in the middle of the road.

Anyway, about weird dressing, we did see a chinese auntie wearing this:


Sorry for the disturbing picture, but the handbag theif has gone seductively sissy. Mei kay the photographer suggested him to bite his fingers.



I remember they asked us a question during the star brats sleepover at muzium negara two years back

"what does freedom mean to you?"
I remembered answering something very stupid, which ironically I forgot.

I think I have a better answer now.

Yesterday, while waiting for the fireworks, I glaced up at weng yan's bunch of baloons which we stole from planet hollywood and came to a conclusion.

Freedom in Malaysia is like a helium filled balloon. Like a balloon tied to a string, we can actually have a taste of freedom. Yet the strings hold us back as we strive to reach greater heights. Like us,the balloon is still floating lower than the actual height it can reach.

Yet, if the balloon is allowed to float too high,it will burst. Cause too much freedom is devastating to any individual. We need to have strings attached to keep us grounded. Floaty people are a nuisance anyway.

What we need is not total freedom. We need longer strings.

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Thursday, August 30, 2007

Back to the basics


No, I am not cracking up. I just got extremely sick of my old layout. It was all messy and the slideshow of ridiculous photos was really hacking its way in my nerves for months. Since when I became so bloody vain?

Now, its all clean and clutter free. The only graphic I plan to put up would be the picture under my blog title, which coincidently is also my wallpaper for myself by myself currently.


No kidding! I call it the search for the hidden mickey. Click for larger image.

I love photoshop.
I seriously do =)

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Tuesday, August 28, 2007


Hallelujah, all bombardments over!

"...especially mei kay, dont think you are so great.."

Let me correct the phrase above.

Subject=mei kay
noun=great
tense=simple present tense (kata aktif)

subject and tenses is correct, but the noun is soooo wrong.

I dont think I am great.

I seriously dont. Although my face can be damn 'lan see' at times sorryla, its stuck like that, what to do?, thus giving people the impression that I am a stuck up arrogant bitch. I beg everyone to differ.

I dont think I am great, but I dont think I am an idoit too.

Now shut up and let me live my life. Its complicated enough without you messing it up. Besides, Ms Lecturer of mine, please dont act like you know me so well.

If I am what you think what I am, I wouldn't have shut up and let you bombard me like an unfortunate character from Gunbound, you sick being.

haih. I agree with Dr Mcdreamy from Grey Anatomy. Life is short. And half the time it sucks.

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Sunday, August 26, 2007


You cry because you have no shoes, until you see someone who has no feet
A story of a little old lady.

Today, when I was playing with my phone while waiting for the ktm to proceed my usual ritual of migrating from klang to Setapak, when I saw an old lady.

She looks like any old lady. In fact, she was so normal she could easily be my grandmother, or yours perhaps. She was probably in her mid sixties, chinese and on top her head is a mop of silvery white hair, so white that not a strand of black can be seen. Hair pinned up and tied into a neat ponytail, she decended down the stairs, slowly. Careful with her steps, limping slightly. Holding on to the railing throughout the whole process. The other hand holding on to this plastic bag. She looked so normal.

Then she did something that made me feel so terrible. She did this:


Not caring about the scutinizing stares of others, she rummages through the trash. Then she went to the other dustbin and rummages through it as well.

Unfortunately, she found nothing valuable. So she looked around for more dustbins. Upon spotting none, she walked away.


Alone. Under the scorching hot sun. Frail and old. She walks alone.

How far does she walk everyday to collect stuffs that people have discarded? What have she done so wrong to be condemned with such fate?

Little old lady, are you just an unfortunate victim of karma?

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Saturday, August 25, 2007


P.h.d in Parenting

I had a very interesting conversation with my mom today:


Mom: "Let's say if you ever accidently got pregnant...."
Me: Gives her a wtf-ed stunned look "oh no I wont. That's stupid!"
Mom: "Listen to me lah.."
Me: Gives her another wtf-ed stare and shuts up, interested at what she wants to say next
Mom: "and the guy doesn't want to be responsible, OR, if you accidently got pregnant, and dunno who the hell the father is..."
Me: Refrains myself from actually going wtf out loud this time. Mom silences me with a 'look' when I tried to open my mouth.
Mom: "I just want you to know, no matter how fucked up any situation can be, you can always tell me and we'll talk it over and settle it like adults ok?"
Me: Finally found my voice I wont get pregnant!! Not anytime soon!!
Mom: "Aiya, this is just an example la.. dont so big reaction."
Me: "Why PREGNANT? Scare me only!"
Mom: "Thats the most worst case senario I can think of wert...what else somemore?"
Me: ZHA DAO -.-'



Adults, you can never quite understand what goes on in their head.

And yesla, my mom says fuck. lol. Such an unconventional way to put something into perspective. Gosh, I think I nearly got a mini seizure when she said, "doesnt know who the father is". Godnessgraciousme,my blood suddenly went cold and I thought my mom must be quite mad today. I even wondered if my ears were multifunctioning. But then again, she had always been different then most of the friend's parents.

hmm.. somehow the words "mei kay" and "pregnant" sounds very wrong and should not be put in a sentence anytime soon. Scary shit. I think I am going to have nightmares now.

You might think my mom is quite mad. Yes, perhaps. But she's fine actually. I actually like her talking this way, scaring the shit outta people when she utters such impossible sounding things.

I so love my mom.

Although she has always belittled herself saying that she's just a form five graduate without any paper qualifications and is just a housewife, I think her wisdom is far greater then any proffesor or lecturer (TSK.. Ms english bitch Umbridge Low!)

In my opinion, she has done an extremely good job with me and my sisters. We grew up fine. None of us are on drugs, we drink alcohol on chinese new year only, play poker during the holidays only, and ponteng sekolah after getting her approval =)and yeah, we pass our exams quite beautifully most of the time as well. Gosh, what else can you ask for from kids?


Communication. Its VERY important. Ask Ms Suganthi lah.

She doesnt nags. But listens and advices.
She doesnt come to me to talk. I go to her to confide.
She doesnt stop me from swearing. She JOINS me.
She doesnt condemn me from pontenging. But tells me to ponteng stategically.
She doesnt pressure me. I pressure myself.

Who cares if you dont have a phd hat? Or a degree or masters to your name? My neighbour's a qualified teacher from some university and still nags at her kids. So much, I'd bet that her naggings will probably be heard by the beings in high heaven soon.Noise pollution betul. No wonder her poor kids always look so miserable.

A distant relative has a degree from UKM nearly drove her own daughter into asylum for putting too much pressure on her. And I have a friend who is afraid to tell her own parents that she failed the first year of college cause she's tired of their constant nagging and pressure.

So much for phds and masters.In my opinion,anyone may have a phd or doctorship with enough dedication and hardwork, but not everyone can have a phd in parenting.

Congratulations mom, you have just graduated with a Phd in Parenting!!

=)

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Wednesday, August 22, 2007


Waiting for the sun to rise

Its 6.30 am, a girl sits in front of the glowing screen of the monitor, typing fervently away at the keyboard. Drunk on coffee. The 3in1 nescafe sure has effects, so sweet yet so bitter, which is exactly how she'd sum up her life up to now: bittersweet. The coffee keeps her awake, the sugar high gives her the kick to continue. Jay Chou sings mournfully in the background, preaching about filial piety. The atmosphere. Its unusual yet soothing.

She is oblivious to the sleeping people around her. They affect her not. She looks over and sees their peaceful sleeping faces, wondering when its her turn to finally knock off and slip into slumber. But she is still drunk on coffee. The body is tired but the mind is not.

She wonders about alot of things.
She wonders what the pariah of a lecturer will say later.
She wonders if she can sleep.
She wonders why Jay Chou is so popular despite half of us dont know what he's singing about.
She wonders.... when the sun will rise.

Its been awhile since she had sat down and waited for the sun to rise, thought she whilst glancing at the clock at the corner of her monitor, which now shows 6.47 am. But she had already went outside just now to take a gulp of fresh air. The time then was 6 am. Looking at the empty road which leads to her college. The road that will take her further to her dreams. The road she has been walking along for a whole year.

Once in awhile, a car passes by sees a girl standing alone in the garden, staring at the empty road and the black sky. Hair messy from the nap she took earlier. Perhaps they were bewildered. Perhaps they were amused. The girl never knew. What occured behind the tinted glass will remain there. She stood there, waiting for the sun to rise.

When will the sun rise?
When will the light win over this blinding darkness?
and show her the way out of the mess she is in?

Although she never did take a picture of the sunrise, she knew that it matters not. The sun will rise. It always did. When it does, she'll open all the curtains and let the light illuminate her world. For now, she'll just leave the curtains wide open, waiting for the sunlight to rush in.

No matter what, I'll wait for the sun rise.

Snippets of life:

notice board. Its the jolly time of finals again.


I like my notebooks to be colorful like my notice board. HIV awareness ribbon from PR health awareness campaign.


My PR friend plastered too many on me. So I stuck most of them on to my bedroom door. And one for every door in the house. Yes, even the toilet door.


My housemates love umbrellas in shades of pink and gray.


Leftover from Personnel Administration Presentation today. We presented on SOCSO, using pictures to tell a story. Men at work changed to mickey at work.

The sun has already rose. And the girl typing this blog entry is still drunk from coffee. Yet, she'll try to give sleep a chance.

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Sunday, August 19, 2007



A series of unusual photos
A photo entry.. dedicated to my dear.

Since your arrival,
life has been better,
brighter... more meaningful.
the memories we shared together is priceless.
Unforgettable and amazingly sweet.

Thanks for being there for me.
Always.

A moment without you is a moment missing you.
A moment without you is a moment I feel insecure.
A moment without you is a moment I feel vulnerable.


Took this photo outside the library.. apparently someone people have been littering the college -.-' I found it highly symbolic.. love on thorns

I love you with every fibre of my being.
even that is not enough to express everything I hold inside.
the thoughts that go beyond words.
you are so freaking desirable you know.

I love you my sony ericsson!
although I do not have a fancy digicam, you do just fine.

hahahaaa! gotcha! Gosh, what or more like who the hell do you think I am referring this to?

Anyhow, this is a photo entry.
Cause I love taking pictures.
And cause I feel lazy today.


Okay!! haha! one of neighbour's idea. Ingenious really.


My friend's house. CD windchimes (which does not chime). Ikea, if you wanna hire these people please contact me.



Taken at Jusco wangsa maju's home deco area. Photographic director: Mei K. Subject: Sporting roommate and her prayer/yoga mat.


The reason why me bought that mat. To picnic outside our house's compound (corner house mah). People walking past and other housemates were damn CADAO. -.-'


What men do when the ladies go shoe shopping:
(poor things)

Father: stare blankly in space while trying to make up the sum she is going to spend on shoes this time.
Teenager: check out the 'scenery' in the shoe shop. If none, he will join his father daydreaming. But of something else: DOTA
Boy: grateful for extra time for them to catch up on leveling up.



Susahnye cari rezeki seharian. Dont ever take anything for granted. Dont.


what the damn manja likes to do when I tertidur in the living room.


Collage " a year of college"
ex-roommate's bday present. After finishing it, I didnt feel like giving it to her..


Bday girl and her pizza cake. Cause traditional cakes are so boring. knife was there to make sure candle doesnt fall and melts the cheese thus giving birth to waxcheese.(wax+cheese, geddit?)


wengyan is strong. VERY strong.


I think Paris Hilton named this drink. Seriously.


Someone must really hate that taxi driver called shaun to climb up so high to put that message up. Spotted in Tarc's School of Technology's block M.

Thats all from me who just hit upon the realisation that she has many many many random pics. Gosh....

Watch out for part 2.

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Thursday, August 16, 2007


Locked, soul and all, behind closed doors and golden padlocks
Freestyle emo post please stay away.

I,
have always kept a safe distance,
bridging along the lines of familiarity and strangeness,
you see, what you wanna see,
think what you wanna think,
opinions matter not,
for someone who abondoned care and adopted indifference.
seeing the world from a third point of view.

The perspective from a third point of view,
requires one to sit through hours of silent movies,
the movie is silent and so are you,
watching images of the past, present and make believe future,
looping, again and again, neverending,
until you get quite sick of it.

Feeling leaves when numbness sets in,
reigning supreme in his cold throne,
watching,understanding,predicting,
yet never taking part.
wishing, yet never trying.
hoping, yet never determined enough,
always setting goals which are not meant for you.

I Search.
I seek.
What do I hope to find?
What do I wish to find?

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Sunday, August 12, 2007


Time slows down after 8.10 am
A celebration involving panty colored drinks,reserve sign thieves,bachelor table, belated birthday presents and hand me down Prada-s.

Advice of the day: Get drunk on coffee. The caffeine kick and the sugar high you obtain is anytime better than red bull.

I only had around an hour plus sleep after talking all night (techinically morning) with one of my most favourite person in the world aka disturbed 18 year old aka birthday girl. Although it has been ages since we met, I seriously cant believe we can talk so for long without breaking off into an awkward silence.

Adjective of the day: disturbed


The disturbed posing with a stolen panty colored drink.
"Eh that person's drink is the same colour as my panties!" -Quothe Aimee, 2004.


Nominees for Meikay's favourite people of the decade (from top left): Zheng, Chian Yen, Xy, Aimee and Mei Kay. Angelin, where are you?


Ex-saujanians. (except for shaun, pendatang asing)

Watak-Watak Utama Malam itu

1)Birthday girl


Happily Creamed! uhm.....(how you spell it ah?)


*merajuking to her so called knight in shining Tiara

2)The reserve sign

Anugerah Reserve Sign. Para nominees sedang berebut-rebut untuk di-reserve-kan.

Unfortunately ah, birthday girl is already reserved. Fellow on the left still available. Name: Yi Pin, Age: 19, Height and weight: ask him, Looking for: Girlfriend who loves durians.Or at least can take durian breath.




The cake is reserved. THE CAKE.


The sissified reserve sign theif (she seriously stole it and stuffed it in my bag. Does that make me the sissified reserved sign theif's accomplice? ) and her 'flower'.

3)Xin Ying wears Prada


Serious, this girl gets hand me down original Pradas!!

One of the greatest surprises I had yesterday night was of the belated birthday gifts I received. Very Zha Dao wei. Has it been so long?


Thanks xy and chian yen. You guys are the best la wei. I dont know any other people who saves birthday gifts and gives them half a year late. So special la wei =)

Yesterday, I realised some people changed so much its rather shocking. Some on the other hand, remain so similar that I'd swear that they were somehow magically pulled out from the past and were then seated right opposite me.

Have I changed? Chin hong said I did (from the other end of the table). So did some people. I think I did. Most of us did. But somehow inside, I am still that girl which aimee kindly describes as "the mad fuck that thinks super dirty and swears alot."

Haih. Just when I thought I could clean up my reputation.

Anyway, screw it la, I think it was already tarnished when me and angelin went to Endah Parade watsons, stared at the plastics (which I initially half jokingly said I wanted to get for the 18 year old-but didnt. Like duh) and laughed.

We should have just bought vodka.

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