nakalboi. Another day is done;
- 1:16 am

For days, me and Su have been humming this song. But sadly, we don't know the lyrics. *LOL*

This song is dedicated to the following people, who don't cease to make me smile from day to day.

Babe, thanks for everything. This week, is the start of our weeklong celebration. I know it can be challenging to juggle everything you have this week, I do hope that it can be a better weekend.

Khai, thanks so much for assisting me with the plumbing. I think by the time I recover, I should be Superman already. Thanks also for the full treatment. i should be coming to you again in a month or so.

Fai, take it easy dude. The week hasn't been as rosy as I think it has been, but hang in there aite. You have friends who care, so don't feel that you have to handle your problems all by yourself.

Guys, thanks for the laughter too. I didn't know that a little drop of a pencil can mean so much. *Does the teeth-clenching laughter*

I love you guys. I love you too, Su.

Balls of Steel!

nakalboi. Another day is done;
- 11:49 pm

Take me out from this place.
I want a place where she can call home.
I want a place where she can concentrate on herself, and on her studies.
I want a place where she can have a privacy.

Home is where the heart is.
Home will soon be nothing bigger than a sardine tin.

Sardines are not really sardines.
They're fish alright, but not sardines.
I think sardines are small tunas.
I think that's what Su told me.
No wait, they're Herring. That's what Wiki said.

Home.

I love you, Su.

I'm with you to support you through the thick and thin. If you ever need a friend, a listening ear, and a shoulder to cry on, you know that you can count on me, ALWAYS.

We have some shortcomings, but we have accepted them. We have some tiffs and disagreements, but we tackle problems head-on together as one, with our interests at heart.

If anything, there's reason to believe that with each passing day, our relationship grows stronger. We were once strangers, now we're complete.

nakalboi. Another day is done;
- 11:49 pm

I had great fun at Johor Bahru, Malaysia over the Good Friday holiday. Boy was it a blast.
Su so badly wanted to contribute this post. Here goes.

Thanks Babe. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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Dear Dreamer.com

I had a lovely day yesterday! Thanks baby. Despite me not having enough sleep before our departure, it was nevertheless worth all the rushing and shoving. MOOOOOOOVVVVEEEE!

The journey to JB …wait…to the Woodlands Checkpoint was long enough to make me doze off. The bus was crawling so slowly that I could crawl ahead and tell you the number of vehicles I would have passed when the bus gets there. Haha..there were aunties eating fruits and gossiping, people pressing the bell to get off every 10 mins and even the bus driver was reading his newspaper on the steering wheel.

At the Woodlands Checkpoint, human traffic were piling up (it’s a holiday!) and Kiasu Singaporeans were of course demonstrating Kiasuism and jumping the queue. We got our passports scanned and then back to the yellow bus to cross the Causeway. This time it was slightly faster…I repeat..Slightly. When we got off to the JB immigrations, the people were packed like sardines. I think sardines in a can had more space than we did. Singaporeans, Malaysians and others all squashed in such a small place, waving their passports like fans while it rained outside…my second entrance to JB could never have been better..(or worse). Mas cleverly chatted an Indian lady and a Hokkien-speaking Malay man while looking at the immigration counters like a squirrel standing on its hind legs. I was happy playing Scooter Lover on my hp when he held my hand and did the unbelievable…

WE JUMPED QUEUE!!!

Yes we did. Unshamefully, we just slide over to the next queue which seemed shorter and at the same time, annoying a family…I guess they thought we were idiots by little boy..I understand Mandarin. I’m infront of you now and get over it…Wo keyi chiang hua yi..ni pu suang hah??? ( I can understand mandarin. You not happy ah?)
Well, we got through the JB immigrations in another 30 mins in the new queue and witnessed an ugly argument between a Singaporean and Malaysian. Guys…reporting to the police will not do any good..didn’t ya momma taught you to say SORRY? Shessh…

Well…that started our blind journey in JB. We had lunch first, having briyani and our meal cost RM15.70. Then off we went exploring. The shops along the streets had some nice soccer jerseys and shades and PLENTY of VCDs. There was also little makeshift stalls that peddled Viagra look-alikes, dildos and other sex-enhancing products out of a briefcase. I considered getting a plastic but Mas came up with a threat and did not allow me to get one. He got stopped many times to unwilling browse VCDs by the touting staff despite walking past the same row of shops 5 times…yes I counted because I remembered walking past a textile emporium called EuroModa I think. Mas got a jersey at Rm35, down from RM 49.90 (price given by shopkeeper) and higher than RM 29.90 (pricetag on the Jersey itself). Good buy? I dunno..

Then to City Square. A Takashimaya lookalike. They had a Osim roadshow and the infamous Osim I-gallop was there too…”galloping” without riders. We walked the place a few times and got tickets to watch Ice-Age 2. That was definitely worth it. The show was funny and cute and I laughed hard till I cried when Sid was worshipped as Fire-King and his subjects (mini-sloths) mimicked his actions and they had an interesting tribal dance. GO watch. Its really funny and heart-warming.

We bought sandals for me. Dissapointed that they had no stocks for Birkenstocks, I settled for Cashpins instead. Thanks dear. We will come back to get your Tevas and my Birkenstocks ok? We even got Dhia little sandals too.That was it. I thought City Square is like Taka, the whole of Far East Plaza and Bugis Annex all in one.

After checking out wedding cards designs, little India and little Chinatown, we went to Café Segget @ Legaran Sengget to sip nice hot JB the tarik to cure my headaches. Sat there for a while watching silly kids ducking spurting fountains that were under less pressure. I think Café Sengget is the place to get disoriented.

Us : Never been happier. So what if I irritate him to the core???

Why?

It’s a place where you can hear Indian drum beats in the background with Indian music in the foreground. There was a Indian temple right next to a Sikh temple; both of which were a stone throw from the Palace that I mistaken for a mosque while the actual praying place was in a shopping center. Weird eh? To top it off, after all the sights and sounds of Indian music and Muslim prayers, we happened to pass off a Chinese shop selling coffins. Yes..you read it right. Coffins. The dead final resting place.

I doubt we can cover Singapore’s Little India, Chinatown and Orchard all in 3 hours but we did. I enjoyed the spice and scents of the stretch of flower-garland shops along the JB’s little India and appreciate the architecture of the Indian’s temple. It was a good short cultural enriching experience.

Faizal, this is what you missed. *LOL*

The sky was getting dark and we were looking for a dinner place. If all else fail to satisfy our gastronomical desires, dinner would be at Kenny Rogers. But fortunately, we found a whole stretch of backlanes with all kinds of food you can ever think of. The stalls were selling Sup kambing, nasi ayam, ikan bakar, nasi goreng, otak-otak, satay, nasi campur and tehs. Mas also had a cup of male-ego boosting coffee that kept him awake till 4 am. Its called Kopi Jantan. A coffee cannot get anymore more male or jantan than that (unless it is stirred with a cock or something)! Food was okay and definitely of a better variety than back home. It was interesting eating at a back lane, with chairs that are too low (at least for me), a table full of food, stallkeepers touting you and we lazed after the meal watching Malaysian Wheel of Fortune on this huge projector screen mounted on top of a shop. We laughed about how the contestants shouted Big Money…Duit besar and how the audience aaawwweedd and clapped whenever someone got muflis or managed to solve the puzzle.

Mas before his Kopi Jantan

We left for our way home in less than one third of the time taken to get to JB. At night, we breezed through the JB customs, sped on home to Woodlands, appreciated order and efficiency at our Woodlands Checkpoint and took the bus to Kranji.

It was a wonderful day and date with Mas. Never mind that we had to walk 5 times past the same street, getting no further than city square and having to endure a tearry painful headache, I enjoyed myself. Thanks for taking the time and effort to bring me to JB and taking care of me. I think it would have been better if I was not not feeling unwell. Thanks dear. One request: can we please do our intensive homework before Bangkok? I don’t want to explore blind. Heheh…

I love you Mas (as requested =P) Thanks again.

Yours sincerely,
The royal embekness
Idah

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Babe. I'm glad you enjoyed the trip. The two trips to KL has prepared us well for this trip. If there's one thing that we missed, it was definitely the R1.

I love you, Su.


All 17 centimetres of it...

nakalboi. Another day is done;
- 9:54 pm

nakalboi. Another day is done;
- 11:23 pm

This song has been playing in my head all week.

And thanks Khai for having to put up with it. I do hope now, the song plays in the heads of everyone.

This famous Malay song in from the 80's by Othman Hamzah, a satirical local composer, talks about how beautiful, and how well-mannered Malay women are.

This song was also written at a time when falling in love, and cross cultural marriages were the 'in' thing among the Malay community, and the Malay women were less 'in-demand' than the non-Malays among men in the Community.

But of course, because of the perceived 'high-mantenance' (I don't mean cheap) of non-Malay women, as well as expectations, the men ended up marrying the Malay girls anyway.

Today, the song is made more famous, especially among the younger listeners by Malaysian pop artiste Mawi.

This is the original version.

And for as long as I'm a Malay, I will still continue to find that Malay girls are indeed the most beautiful women on earth.

Need proof?


Su: She's always my HOT Malay Girlfriend.

I love you, Su.

I do hope you feel better already. Take lots of fluids, and lots of rest too.

nakalboi. Another day is done;
- 9:31 pm

You left without a trace, without a goodbye.

Please don't leave me like this, at a time that I need you most.

It is not easy being you, with your responsibilities, and all, and I am helpless now, wishin I could do more.

I know I haven't been perfect, but you make me feel like I am.

Without a sign, without a trace, even Mak is worried for you.

I do hope that you're safe. I do hope that you're OK.

I do hope that you remain happy, no matter where you may be.

Su,I love you, nonetheless.

Call me.


That Smile...

nakalboi. Another day is done;
- 11:45 pm

nakalboi. Another day is done;
- 9:00 pm