Finally.

I know this comes as stale news.. but tomorrow is a big day for us. ๐Ÿ™‚

We are moving the first of our things into our very first rented apartment together. My pots and pans and textbooks will go first. Only that alone has taken up the whole car!! @.@ Might have to use the textbooks as decor on the ceiling or the walls in our tiny apartment.

I would say this is a pretty huge milestone for us as we have been playing the long distance game for.. well, forever! We have never been the couple who saw each other day which I believe allowed us our own space to grow during the past six years in our own ways and yet whenever we get to meet during our semester holidays, we make the most of it and then go back to living our own lives. ๐Ÿ™‚ It was difficult at times but you get used to it.

Being in Kluang for the past six months was great because I could go home anytime I wanted (space) or choosing to go down to him (spending time together). It was a perfect balance, a gradual step to living together.

I have been praying and bugging and praying and bugging and begging for the second leg of my first year dental officer posting to be done in JB and thankfully, I GOT IT!!! ๐Ÿ™‚ We went apartment hunting the very next day.

It still hasn’t quite sunk in… this whole living together thing. It’s exciting and strange at the same time because living on my own usually means that I have housemates. Is he my housemate? My family? What is he? What is this?? It’s a strange limbo between boyfriend and husband. It’s a whole new level of closeness. I think this is what people mean when they say taking the next step.

The both of us did feel awkward as we surveyed the apartments, quite shy to introduce ourselves as a couple, almost like as if we’re too young to be a ‘couple’. We really need to get this whole We-Are-Still-Kids mentality out of our heads because god knows how long ago that was. This is what being in university for far too long does to you. You grow up a little later than your peers. ๐Ÿ˜€

I have friends my age already buying houses, some even buying houses on their own without a partner involved. It’s all very adultish!

The idea was to get an apartment that was not too far from the causeway, super safe and near enough to my workplace. But because of the rotations a FYDO would have to do, I’ll have to drive around Johor Bahru for quite a bit and best of all, against the crazy morning traffic!

We were very fortunate, albeit very much poorer now too after paying 3 months rental plus utilities deposit for a 700 sq ft place within spitting distance from Hospital Sultanah Aminah, one of the places I’ll be attached to! I keep telling everyone that it’s really within spitting distance! Like, I can literally throw paper planes from my balcony and it would land in the hospital grounds! It’s also a stone’s throw from the seaside..which is basically just rocks because you ain’t got no beach front along the causeway area. ๐Ÿ™ No worries! I still have a seaside residence! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ The sea breeze blows in pretty strongly so I think we can save on aircon usage!

A lovely plus is the fact that Hospital Sultanah Aminah is THE place for all emergency cases so that means when I am on-call, I can just walk over when my phone goes off!

I’m so glad we’re here, the end of our long distance relationship journey. This moment was a hope we held on to dearly for the 5-6 years. We were even surveying Johor Bahru two years before graduation…that’s how excited we were! And to finally be here, we really don’t quite know what to make of it. ๐Ÿ™‚

and yes, we have both our parents’ blessings to be doing this together. More like no eye see.. hahahaha. <3

An Old Story about AIMST University’s First Batch of Dental Graduates..er graduating!

Once upon a time, I had my graduation ceremony.

It’s so long ago that my graduation ceremony photo albums pops up on Facebook’s Photo Memories every now and then. But it is my graduation day, and no matter how long it has been, it will be up here. My europe trip too. Even though it happened in mid-2009, one day I shall post all if not some of my pictures taken in Amsterdam, Paris etc. ๐Ÿ™


Some shots from the morning, Chee Kiang in his outfit that garnered many compliments from my friends. ๐Ÿ˜€

Old news but…CHEE KIANG GOT ME AN IPAD FOR MY GRADUATION!!!


With graduation bouquets that I ordered for myself on behalf of my loved ones T_T


Got Chee Kiang to go trigger happy with my DSLR while I was down at the basement getting ready with my classmates.


Came up to show them my attire! (and to make my parents sniffle..wahahah)


This was when I still did not know how to wear the robes properly. ;|


Getting my attire lovingly adjusted by mum and Chee Kiang.


At the basement with Brenda. This was our day!!


Dinner mates!! <3


With Poh Yee! Side note: We held each others’ hands when opening our letters regarding the places we were posted to.


l-r: Wuan Phing, Jaya, Fiza and Yan Rui! Wuan Phing is in Pahang now, Jaya is in Kota Tinggi, which is Johor as well, Fiza Selangor and Yan Rui is somewhere in Perak. ๐Ÿ™‚


I’m definitely going to miss moments like this. :’)


Myself and Bala, one of the most capable and independent guys in my class.


Obligatory 5.3 group photo. I miss my group mates so much despite being the only girl there. Yes I am the only girl. *runs away from Cze-Yin’s evil glare*


With a very unfriendly Jimmy.


We were lining up, like in primary school, waiting to go up on stage!


Yup that’s how I looked like in my gown. Uh-huh.


Narjit won the Best Dental Student award! Since Year 1 we have already known that the award would go to her. Just wish that the school would have come up with a better name than that.


Terrible right this Jimmy. Take photo with Narjit so happy pulak. ๐Ÿ™


Doing a favour for Group 5.4. Here’s your group photo if you haven’t already saved it from my facebook album from centuries ago.


Group 5.1!


Group 5.3.


Another one with group 5.3!


And lastly, group 5.5


With my darling Lie Yuen. I sometimes I forget that I am living alone and when there’s something I want to tell someone, anyone, I instantly look for Lie Yuen, then I remember, oh yeah. We are not living together anymore. ๐Ÿ™


With Jamie who got posted back to her hometown in Sarawak!


If you can see, my family members are waving in the background of this picture. Heh. They somehow managed to find seats along my row in the graduates’ area.


More photos while we waited patiently for all the inspiring speeches to end.


After getting our certs! And yup, no nice photos of me on stage by my dad/Chee Kiang. There’s one professionally taken by the gown rental/photography people which I have collected but have yet to scan it… it’ll just get hung up somewhere at home. ๐Ÿ˜€ There’s gonna be a little shrine on one of the walls dedicated to my graduation. ๐Ÿ˜€


Not a scroll!


With Dr. Manikandan and Dr. Karthik. Dr. Karthik is like a super teacher. He was there with us from (almost) the beginning till the end of our studies. He thought us the super basic stuff like dental materials and cavity designs all the way to complex things like post and core, crowns and bridge, cast partial dentures.. we can’t thank him enough. He is extremely dedicated to the students and helped us in any way he could. We were initially afraid of him because he put on the bad cop persona but over the years, he became a dear friend and mentor to all of us.

Dr. Manikandan is one of the dental officers who sees patients before deciding if they are suitable for the students. He also played a major role during our Clinical Management Report and credits to him for the beautiful before and after photos taken with the clinic’s camera. He also earns many brownie points among the students here by being one of the hottest staff members around! That being said, Dr. George is still a favourite among most female students. HEHEHE. Sorry everybody, the secret is out.


Sneaking a solo photo in amidst the chaos.


Found Dr. Brindha and Dr. Niekla!!

These are the two most motherly lecturers I have here.

Dr. Brindha is Dr. Karthik’s wife and the both of them arrive at AIMST at the end of 2006, early in our second year. She was the good cop to Dr. Karthik’s initial bad cop. Dr. Brindha is usually the one to reassure us when we are faced with “OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT” situations. She takes her time to clear our doubts for us and is super super super patient. ๐Ÿ™‚

Dr. Niekla.. probably the most popular lecturer at the dental faculty. She has recently left AIMST so it’s quite unfortunate that the juniors will not get to know her . You people at IMU better appreciate her! She’s probably the most animated, adorable, caring and understanding lecturer ever! She has no qualms about letting her hair down when joking with students and swings back into professional mode when it comes to our paediatric sessions. Yes, she’s our paediatric dentistry lecturer. With her good PR skills, she’s excellent with the kids and she’s the one who taught us about the importance of a reassuring touch to improve our communication with the kids. ๐Ÿ™‚


A bear, Jimmy and Magesh.


Praveena and me!!


With juniors Serene and Rachel.


With my patient, Mr. Phoon! Mr. Phoon is probably one of my most caring patients ever… I only met him during the final leg of my final year, a time when stress levels were sky high, tears were held back by fanning ourselves frantically. When my clinical management report (CMR) patient told me that she probably could not come for anymore treatment, I really didn’t know what to do. Mr. Phoon, whom I had a session with that day, saw my crumbling face and offered to become my CMR patient. He said he could come anytime I needed him to. I was so so so touched by his sincerity but I had to persevere to convince my first patient as I had already started with her case and there was not much time left. Thank you so much, Mr. Phoon. ๐Ÿ™‚ My junior who took on your case is very lucky to have you as a patient.

Finding a good patient back in uni was seriously rare. I can only name like… a handful of patients who were nice to me. Most were nightmares. I had one infamous nightmare. Hahaha. No names please! ๐Ÿ˜›


With Lie Yuen and Brenda and our graduation presents!


A bouquet of Ferrero Roucher!! Who so lucky?!


Mum and I before I scrambled away to go on stage for a group photo. Sorry mum! ๐Ÿ™


With Maxis’ famous Doraemon soft toy. The soft toy even made it into the papers! More on that further down.


Me, detecting a camera.


Can hardly make out our faces but yeah, that’s all 37 of us. The first batch of dental graduates from AIMST University! Our class photo is hung in the dental students’ common room to be remembered for ages to come.


With Prof. Smales, a man who loves us as much as we love him. ๐Ÿ™‚ He still has his british humour about him which is not quite registered among my classmates most of the time but we do love him so much. He is the one who build up the entire aimst dental programme with the help of Datuk Dr. Rohani, Dr. Robinson and Prof. Comfort. But this AIMST BDS programme is his baby.

In the initial years, he would come in every other month to tell us about the developments of the programme. He would tell us about the construction of the simulation lab, the technology lab, what we were to expect in our new dental building at the new campus (which we only saw for the first time in our third year) and later on, the successful accreditation of our course. It was a long journey and he was with us all the way. I believe that this is a privilege that the first batch of dental students have managed to enjoy. People in the fourth batch and so on would probably never get to know Prof. Smales the way we did. I’m sorry that you guys did not get to see the school transform to become what it is today but please appreciate all the facilities that you have here at AIMST because it wasn’t always like that.


Cze-Yin, her aunt and her cousins.


When we came out from the great hall, THIS was awaiting us. We were stunned into silence. It didn’t quite register at first.. but we eventually calmed down and were overwhelmed with such gratefulness towards our dental juniors. ๐Ÿ™‚ you guys are the best. Always always always so creative. ๐Ÿ˜‰


With Batch 4’s famous dental probe (made from a roller brush) and mouth mirror (mirror made from a milo tin cover..lol).


Extremely supportive juniors. We felt like real celebritites…:) We felt so loved.


This is my politician smile. lol


They called themselves the mobile backdrop. ;D


Lie Yuen’s red carpet smile.


Poh Yee gets mobbed too. LOL


Some quiet time with my dear Brenda and Lie Yuen.


Was getting a little bit tired from all the activity.


With Yen Yen Cheh Cheh who came all the way from Singapore to see me get my certificate. Thank you YYCC!!


With Chee Kiang and all my presents. <3 ๐Ÿ™‚ Oh, the iPad was in the car. ๐Ÿ˜›


Paiseh to take the flowers.


Ok, a more loving photo. ๐Ÿ™‚


Family photo!! yup, this is my entire entourage.


The girls!


One of my few solo pictures. ๐Ÿ˜€


MUST TAKE. Housemates photo. MUST.


As planned on Facebook, we gathered at the grassy patch next to do the administration building for our mortar board throwing picture.


Unbeknownst to us, there was a chinese newspaper journalist among the crowd of proud parents looking on. So yeah, there’s a photo of my classmates and I in one of the chinese newspapers a few days after that.


A few more jumps. Someone kicked Doraemon to the floor by accident. Haha.


Ready for the next round!


Whee!!

Don’t know who’s mortar board is whose.


To this day, I still don’t know how they managed to get the mortar boards to form a circle in mid-air.


We looked more like lawyers!


Group photo with as many as we could find.


With Batch 2 juniors, Melvin, Samuel, CY, Sook Mei and June. ๐Ÿ™‚


With Ada (second from right) and her pharmacy coursemates.


<3 Sabrina and Aimee!! Batch 4 juniors.


Some quality time with the family. Koo Cheong and Koo Ma!!


With dad and mum.


Chee Kiang and the bear, taken against his will.


Like in a movie, but it would be better if my hair was not so haywire and maybe more make-up for me please.


One more round for Brenda who missed the mortar board throwing photo session. ๐Ÿ˜


Whee!!


With Aik Munn, one of my favourite Batch 3 juniors. ๐Ÿ™‚


I think this was when my dad teased Chin Kai about being the new owner of most of my furnitures.. haha. Take good care of my grandfather’s old cathode tv, Chin Kai!


With Yii Ping and Jen! Jen is the proud owner of one of my book shelves and my weighing scale. LOL


With Philip and Deniece!


Kaixuan!


Stephanie and Charis!


Felicia and Ei Leng!!


Us seniors feeling so loved with all the juniors coming to see us on this special day.


With Janice, Samantha, Sook Mei and Shing Yin


With Janice, Kimra, Agnes, Soo Huan and Wai Yan!


Awww my favourite sibling of a friend, Lie Peh! <3 <3 <3 <3 No prizes for guessing who’s sister. Hahha.


With Siva!


And GERVIENE!! Our current ADSA president, resident funny woman of AIMST Dentistry. ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks for always making the cutest jokes, Gerv!!


With Ananth and Dhanya. ๐Ÿ™‚


With Jimmy from Pharmacy Batch 2! Poor guy got posted to Terengganu.


More solo hiaupor photos. Much thanks to Chee Kiang for layaning. <3


With Lily!


With Prof. Ferguson!! My oral biochemistry lecturer. He said if he didn’t make use of his camera (to take pictures with his students), his wife would question him. LOL.


He looks so cute here!


With Jickson, Cynthia and Sheena.


And Victor!


When you leave a boyfriend waiting in the car with your camera, this happens. ๐Ÿ™‚

Oooh..ooh.. so right, after like 3-4 months of my convo ceremony, the family and I decided to go get proper shots done at a studio. Here’s the results:

*punches fist in air* YESSSSs… done with my convocation ceremony post.

What I Like And Hate About Chinese New Year

I think it is the weather. If only I had an air conditioned bubble surrounding me where ever I go during Chinese New Year, I’d probably enjoy it a whole lot more.ร‚ย 

Let’s start off with what I love about chinese new year:

1. I actually love reunion dinners the most.
2. Having Yee Sang and tossing it while muttering auspicious sayings for my own benefit (damn selfish right..haha).
3. The first day of Chinese New Year where it really feels like chinese new year. The festive mood dwindles down after the first day.
4. Counting angpows and breaking last year’s record. Very generous haul this year, even I am surprised!
5. Winning while gambling.
6. Cooing over new nephews, nieces and cousins young enough to be my anak luar nikah (malay translation: child out of wedlock)
7. Long yuk ftw!
8. Mandarin oranges, I think I have reached saturation point. I bought RM34 worth of mandarin oranges in two big plastic bags and ate and ate and ate in my room back in Kedah and I have not actively pursued one since. I just *might* be growing out of it.
9. The red confetti of a disintegrated fire cracker.
10. Being able to tell people that I’m graduating in July. I even don’t mind the “So I’ll be your first patient!” jokes. Just a bit worried about how many first patients I now have.
11. Having a little heart to heart or having a good laugh with relatives I hardly get to meet, realizing we can actually go more than small talk. Hey Michelle, Hey Fiona! ๐Ÿ™‚
12. Wearing new clothes.
13. Once upon a time….fire crackers and sparklers.
14. ร‚ย The lack of jam in Subang Jaya during the festive season. But soon, this will be THE hometown as our parents are gonna be grandparents soon and we will be moving out of this congested suburbia.
15. CHAI CHOI!!!
16. Yeo’s packet drinks.
17. ร‚ย Beautiful angpow packets.

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What I Hate About CNY:
1. Not having yee sang for reunion dinners.
2. Having reunion dinners at home with takeaway meals. I had KFC one year, still feeling rather sad about it.
3. Being called fat by relatives. I have SO much to say about this. I read Mel’s tweet on CNY eve about how her relatives can’t keep their comments to themselves about her being a little more meaty. So I suggested that we keep a tally about how many weight comments we get during CNY via twitter under the hashtag #cnyfatcomments. Also unhappy about weight comments, Kok Keith decided to join us.

Here’s our report:

CNY eve:

Mel:ร‚ย What business of everyone is it anyway if I’m fat or thin as long as I’m healthy?! Keep ya comments to yaself! *roar*ร‚ย 

me: @meowdee Let’s keep a tally how many fat comments we get tmr! Read yer tweets!ร‚ย 

Kokkeith:ร‚ย I also got my first! ๐Ÿ™ RT @jayelleenelial: @meowdee Let’s keep a tally how many fat comments we get tmr! Read yer tweets!

me:ร‚ย @kokkeith : 1 @jayelleenelial: 2 @meowdee: 0 #cnyfatcomments

CNY Day 1:

me: @kokkeith : 1 @jayelleenelial: 3 @meowdee: 0 #cnyfatcomments complete with hand gestures..fml*
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Mel:ร‚ย @jayelleenelial @kokkeith Hahaha OMG Jo kesian! Mine is still at 1, but I’m only at my grandaunt’s.ร‚ย #cnyfatcomments

Kokkeith:ร‚ย Kena gang bang by all my aunts. 1 even said she wants to pinch my cheeks! Zomg! @kokkeith : 6 @jayelleenelial: 3 @meowdee: 0 #cnyfatcomments

CNY Day 2:

me:ร‚ย Uncle predicted i put on at least 1 kilo. Mel still so lucky ah? @kokkeith : 6 @jayelleenelial: 4 @meowdee: 0 #cnyfatcomments

Mel:ร‚ย @jayelleenelial @kokkeith O boy ๐Ÿ™ sorry guys. Think mine’s still at 1. #cnyfatcomments

me:ร‚ย Twice from the same uncle! Fuckanathan!! @kokkeith : 6 @jayelleenelial: 5 @meowdee: 1 #cnyfatcomments

Kokkeith:ร‚ย @jayelleenelial @meowdee I’m still at 6, they might be saying I’m fatter but its in hokkien so I just nod & smile. #cnyfatcomments

Throughout the entire duration of fat comments, I’ve had aunties who squeezed the fattest part of my arm, an old grand uncle whom we all thought can’t remember me coz he’s quite weak now, could mumble something that I can’t comprehend but it was accompanied with sign language with two hands firstly close to each other followed by the two hands moving further apart. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what he meant. Then one uncle who sized me up with his good eye saying and in his most tactful and polite voice, “At least 1 kilo more than last year la you.” Then shot me again with round 2 after I was wiping my sweat complaining about the heat, “Especially people like you who are a bit heavier, you’ll sweat more in this weather”.

All the comments were more bearable by being able to update @kokkeith and @meowdee about my latest score.

4. Having to travel from house to house. I had FIVE houses to go to on Day 1 and when I came home, I slept on the living room floor.
5. How angpows don’t mean as much to me now. I was once excited about receiving Rm2 and Rm5 notes as I got to keep those and the bigger RM10 notes were to be given to my mum to be put into the bank for me. Now ang pow money is like loose change that never enters the bank. ๐Ÿ™ Too paltry an amount, saves me time to just use it as part of my living expenses still the next time I need to withdraw money.ร‚ย 
6. Not knowing which of my new clothes to wear coz I got side tracked to pick out uni clothes/cocktail dresses instead of pretty summer dresses which are suitable to look trendy yet modest enough to not shock the older folks.
7. Tong tong chang music. I hate the ones that are sung by modern singers thinking it is cool to give a little remix to an old chinese new year tune. I like authentic ones, but I would most prefer the sound of the instruments played during a lion dance.ร‚ย 
8. My mouth working faster than my brain. I wish I could turn back time and un-say a few things to some relatives. ๐Ÿ™
9. Getting pineapple tart crumbs stuck between my teeth.ร‚ย 
10. Losing RM40 one short during a game of In Between.
11. Not that I hate, but I’m not too keen when I have to attend a big open house. The host is far too busy and we have to make new friends instead of bonding with old friends.
12. ร‚ย The smell of rotten mandarin oranges.
13. Having to endure the infamous chinese new year weather. This year is particularly worse. It’s humid as well!
14. The mere thought of having a stretch of houses to visit. (but it’s not so bad once the conversation flows)
15. Having to go back early to school without being able to absorb all of the chinese new year. ๐Ÿ™

I think that’s about it.

Spending Our 5th Anniversary In Malacca

We celebrated our fifth anniversary a little later this year since our schedules just wouldn’t permit. ๐Ÿ™‚ We have officially been together for five years on the 17th/18th of December 2009. 17th and 18th, to those who don’t know is because between those two dates in 2004, we were traveling on a train to Langkawi and he climbed into my bunk and wanted to clarify the relationship. ๐Ÿ˜€ Old story, moving on. ๐Ÿ™‚

I’ve known this for a long time already but you are actually my best friend, confidante, gossip partner and most of all, boyfriend rolled into one. ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s all Jolene ever needs. Someone who can feed her with gossip, listen to her gossips and react to it, listen to her embarrassing secrets, make her howl with laughter, surprise her randomly when you notice almost all her likes and dislikes and to love her just the same. I’m glad you can do all that and not run away yet. ๐Ÿ™‚

Expensive phone bills are not the norm for us and we only use Skype to chat when MSN is down. Though admittedly I have emo-ed in the past about the lack of phone calls (we’re both too busy and lazy) and lack of webcamming, but I know this is the way we do it. ๐Ÿ™‚ We make up for it when we see each other by telling each other everything and anything about what we have done, people around us who did things (ie. juicy juicy gossip!) and what we want for the future wayyyy into the night before we drift off to sleep. I’m usually the one falling asleep first as you continue to talk excitedly while I reply you with super random things coz my brain doesn’t quite comprehend anymore as it is shutting down. <3

I really like that. :)ร‚ย 

So this Malacca trip was supposed to be an eat as much as possible and take nice nice photos kind of trip. We started off with some noms back home in SS15. It was is one of those quieter lanes where Chee Kiang usually likes to have breakfast at. I can’t remember the name of the place for the life of me. So much for being a Subang girl.


He likes his dry..


I like mine wet.


It was supposed to be a day full of photos so here’s one to start things off.ร‚ย 


Stitch was REALLY happy when we arrived in Malacca.


As it was during the year end holidays, plenty of cars were jamming all the way into Malacca town. Here’s the Jalan Munshi Abdullah road sign. This was the road where my mum grew up on in a couple of shop lots that housed almost 20 members of the Ho family and one nanny to each kid! There were live-in cooks as well.

The road was called New Come Road back in the day. My great grand father bought three shop lots on that row to build a home for his family but he never got to live in it because he died before the building was completed. His third and fifth wives brought the children (child no.6 right up to child no.14. Child 1-5 either died or were back in China) to live their lives there. My grand father and his brother being number 7 and number 6 respectively started a hardware store business which we still have to this day though the shares from all the siblings have since being bought by my grand dad. Grand Uncle no.6 excelled in his studies and went on to study medicine in Hong Kong to become an orthopedic surgeon.ร‚ย 

My mum would tell me plenty of stories from her childhood about how her older guy cousins would play pranks on the young maids. Of how she and her cousins used to steal food from this refrigerator at Aunty No.6’s apartment as it was stocked full with ice-creams and chocolate. Of her dangerous stunts sliding down the stairs with a few of her cousins on ONE piece of wooden plank, at the SAME time. Of how they hid in fear and peered out the balcony to see soldiers roaming the streets in 1969. At that time my Aunty Ping (my yeema who passed away) had a foreign exchange student who stayed with our family. I think she was American, and being more happening than my aunty, she was out at some party when the riots started and scared my grand dad shitless when he couldn’t even contact her.ร‚ย 

Another one of my mother’s favourite story to share from the old shop lot was the aircon story. She messed with the sole air conditioner in my grandparent’s unit (the entire shop lot housed three families, each family had one unit to themselves) and spoiled it. Just as she was about to be caned by my grandmother, my 4th Uncle steps in to block my mum from getting hurt. Quite touching, but not much drama, sorry. ๐Ÿ˜›

My family used to own a hotel called Regal Hotel in Malacca and it was the first proper hotel in town. The kids could just walk in anytime and have a meal and put it on the tab. My mum said she dare not simply eat for free because it was after all ran by 12th Uncle and so she would usually just tag along when 12th uncle’s daughters went for a treat. The hotel has since been sold off.

Then sometimes when I have alone time with my grandma, she tells me stories of her early years in that shop lot after marrying my grand dad in 1950. Third great grandmother was a feisty woman who is your typical first wife. (1st and 2nd wives were left in china. 4th died shortly after marriage.) A particular scathing remark I remember grandma telling me was when my first Uncle was born (if you remember my cute nephew Ethan, it’s his grandfather!), my grandma’s mum always came over to look at her first grandson. Third great grandmother did not like having my grandma’s mum around and said to her, “If you like babies so much, why don’t you go get one yourself!” and being a midwife, my great grand mother (grandma’s mum) adopted a child. So just like that my grandma had a baby brother at the ripe old age of 20. ร‚ย ร‚ย 

In the early 90s, I remember visiting the already empty shop lot with my family as they picked out antique furniture to decorate their respective homes. My Yee Ma gave the kids a task to keep us occupied, she got us to pick up all the coins we found on the dusty wooden floor and surprisingly there were plenty.ร‚ย 

The hardware store business was still running on the ground floor and this was before they moved to a bigger premise about half an hour away. By then grand uncle no.6 came home to be with his family and hung out with grand dad quite a lot. It was shocking when Grand Uncle No. 6 hung himself in the shop lot because he did not want to trouble the family when he found out he had alzheimers. Consequently, my grand father too developed the illness about 9 years later and so did his 9th brother. *crosses fingers* Let’s hope it stops there!ร‚ย 

The shop lots have since been transformed into a modest budget hotel called Venus Hotel! I was trying to look up information on this budget hotel but there was none. Maybe my family history can make the place feel more ‘authentic’. Throw a bit of the antiques around and put up some old photos. Perfect!ร‚ย 


This was when we parked the car and started taking artsy fartsy shots (which we hope turns out to be so). Here’s an old school car number plate shop.


and now time for some hau por photos from me.


You think that’s spontaneous huh? It was more of “Okay now this side, then you kiss me on the cheek okay! 1..2…”


Just so you know, that we were there and all.ร‚ย ร‚ย 


Jonker Walk, the musical!


I thought fish spas were usually found in atas-ier places.ร‚ย 


Had to hurry past this as I was afraid the scaffolding (that is what it is called right?) might collapse on me.


Almost all the trades in the area looked like family business. Another old school looking something, this time, A MONEY CHANGER! (oh how exciting. -_-)


Guess me taking his photo added a little excitement to his day judging from his smile.ร‚ย 


This was selling all over Jonker Walk. Tiny umbrellas posing as wine bottles and most of it was like RM10 to RM15. I almost bought one but I get turned off when all stalls sell the same thing.


This was rather interesting! More photos on this guy later. You usually see these clay figurines being depicted in ancient tvb dramas.


What an apt name for a dentist! I got a very apt name too. Pergigian Gigi Lai, as suggested by my cousin Hong Fei.


1Malaysia!


Just for fun, we did something we never thought we would ever do! At least not until we become superstitious adults who take note of numbers of new cars, death certificates, number plates of cars in car accidents, birthdate of first born, new washing machine serial no, four numbers our dead ancestors gave to us in our dreams… the list is endless.


Being total novices to the whole 4D Toto thing, we bought a few numbers which was basically variants of our anniversary date 17 or 18 of December 2004. Being total noobs, we just randomly bought the numbers and didn’t ‘ta’ the numbers. To ‘ta’ is to permutate.ร‚ย 


Fuckanathan 1718 came out but it came out 7811 or something. CONSOLATION PRIZE OKAY!


You wonder if all the businesses are there just to look pretty for tourists or is that really how they roll?ร‚ย 


Though it does not have anything to do with malaccan culture, I thought the knick knacks that almost every other shop was selling were rather cute! Cartoon magnets!

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Store owner yakking on his modern handphone while being enveloped in old world architecture.


So, there were plenty of chinese characters all over Jonker Walk as expected, since the area is rather chinesey. Had a bit of mandarin tuition from him though frequently reading things wrongly, like mixing the chicken character for mother or horse. Mother and horse are quite similar. But turns out it was about the chinese prime minister. This was on a poster at the front of Jonker Walk. Not the towel. So easy la the towel. Lao por wo ai ni. THERE!


Chee Kiang’s favourite cartoon! When I found Tusiki (Tuzki?) stickers, he wanted one for himself!

Tusiki building the great wall of China? Hahahaha.


Cute fans… but such is my life these days, always in an aircon somewhere so this is quite useless. Aircon clinics, aircon afternoon nap rooms (common room at school), aircon car, aircon bedroom……wait, only my lunch place is not air-conditioned! How can this be! ROAR!ร‚ย 


Chee Kiang thought including the chinese words would make for a better photo.ร‚ย 


Little wire decos.ร‚ย 


Another staple at Jonker Walk would be the awesome t-shirts! I just bought one with a few black sheeps staring at one conventional white sheep going, “Who’s the black sheep now?”. Gangsta sheeps! And another one with theร‚ย silhouetteร‚ย of a little girl and a tiny baby alien holding hands looking at his spaceship crashing into her home. He then says, “Sorry……..” SO CUTE. Little alien has a tiny antenna from the top of his head!


Just liking the colours but I think these Babe shirts are rather much.


Steamed peanuts!! But I love salty steamed horse peas more than these.ร‚ย 


Okay, this was rather nice and unlike the mass produced toys found all over the place!ร‚ย 


Not quite a tourist attraction, but he just wanted to pose like the models.


He’s getting there!


One with the weather beaten road sign. Do you think the Malaccan government manually scratched the paint off for maximum authentic effect?


Perhaps an actor hired by the Malaccan government to make the area look more rustic.ร‚ย 


Check out the long line waiting to cramp into the chicken rice ball shop. The last time I had chicken rice balls I hated it because it was too mushy. But it was also because I was like 8 years old and was so damn picky when it came to food. Mushy rice balls is so yum now with soya sauce from the soggy steamed chicken. Mmm.


A quick fish face with the stone fishes.


SUPER OLD SIGN BOARD! Check out the currency denomination!ร‚ย 


We had to share tables when we were in there and the wait is super long. I think all the lining up and food waiting took about an hour.


Really long wait.


I was wondering though why chicken rice balls are not replicated all over Malaysia like how Char Kuay Teow and other hawker delicacies are.ร‚ย 


A smile with lips slightly parted.


A smile with teeth showing.ร‚ย 


Chicken carcasses right next to our table. Nice.


In case the chicken started sweating.


Good to see that good hygiene was a priority.


The steamed chicken skin was a little too soft for my liking.


Chicken rice balls up close.


The chicken rice sauce that is used is not quite soya sauce so it wasn’t up to my usual expectations but we finished five balls each!


Yeah just shove it in your mouth, uh huh.


This little girl was not happy that I was going trigger happy. The two times I went near her with a camera, she turned away, refusing to look at me. ๐Ÿ™ I felt so sad.


ร‚ย But he enjoyed his mochi.


Mochi close up.


Since it was the end of the year, Jonker Street was filled with tourists. Elbow to elbow.


Passed by a shop selling toys from my past. Couldn’t resist myself!


The brand I bought was the inferior one. Thins out damn fast. The good one is the one with a pink cap and is slightly bigger in size.ร‚ย 


I miss these things!


Chee Kiang didn’t want to play though. ๐Ÿ™


Chee Kiang reenacted his “HEY YOU!” look which was in one of his FB profile photos. This look kinda sticks in your head.


You can’t see it here but I was blowing one of my bubbles.


More quaint chinese things to be found along Jonker Street. My grandmother used to have one and she would walk around the house with it on some evenings saying that the smoke will chase away the evil spirits.ร‚ย 


Haven’t-Finish-Skool meets Old Skool.


An olden toy outside an antique shop. Isn’t it gorgeous?


A lone joss stick under the afternoon sun.


A trip to Malacca can never ever be complete without having Durian Cendol. This means I have racked up far too many incomplete Malacca trips in all the 21 years that I have been visiting. 21 x 5 visits = Over a hundred visits sans cendol. I haven’t even been to A’Famosa until 2007. Locals never bother to visit the tourist attractions.


Durian Cendol monster. He had two.


Of all places to be pinching a pimple!


It’s a little unfortunate that the stain on the mirror made his nostril look diseased.ร‚ย 


High tv aerials to get Singapore television shows illegally. My mum used to have it as a child.


One trishaw puller put his legs up in the air and shouted, “Weee!” as he took a corner.


Some pastries that I think belong in Negeri Sembilan?


A necessary photo outside the clogs shop.


So this was the clay figurines that I promised to get back to. I tried googling about this cute little things but I really don’t know what they are actually called. Polymer clay right? Not candies right?ร‚ย 


The sifu is a real master. Love the gold bits he puts on the figurines.


To play with my bottle of bubbles, I found a quiet spot away from the bustling crowd to just blow bubbles.ร‚ย 


A young family wound down their car window to allow the bubbles to get into the car.


Chee Kiang managed to get a photo of me exchanging smiles with the family. Would have looked better if I was 19 years younger.ร‚ย 


Fascinated by the bubbles.


A few passing kids were rather jealous of me.


It was without question that I made Chee Kiang blow his fair share.


Weak bubble.


Found another quiet spot with a pretty backdrop.ร‚ย 


I thought there was supposed to be a mirror on this thing. How will the ghosts see themselves now?ร‚ย 


Pineapple tarts are one of the more famous souvenirs from Malacca. Again, never knew.


Another downtrodden altar.


We then explored the back alleys, away from the main Jonker Street and saw a bit of the local trade. This shop sells noodles!


A shop that sells plenty of beans and spices.


So messy, not quite sure what it sells but provisions nonetheless.ร‚ย 


Reminds me of the turtle eggs I saw being preserved in a similar jar.


A little out of place was this dirty looking warehouse which I assume to be a santan making factory.


More arts and crafts things.ร‚ย 


After falling in love with works of art in Paris, I had an inkling that Malacca would satiate my new desire to look at and learn about paintings. But this was a batik painting gallery, bleh. I want to look at poster colour or water colour paintings! Even oil paintings would do!


I think we eventually ventured over to an area called Masjid India… or something. Here’s one of the lions guarding the oldest temple in Malacca.


And here’s one of me with the joss stick container.


Here’s one of someone who knows exactly what to do at a temple.ร‚ย 


So grand..


Red candles! I wonder what they signify.


The insides of the old temple.


We didn’t want to disturb anybody because everyone looked busy praying so we had to camwhore instead of asking for some help.


Remnants of prayer flowers.


These are the bronze engravings found on the temple doors.


There is something so calming about wax lotus tealights. Beautiful, religious and you can almost hear the chanting monks. Actually the only times I hear chanting monk is when I go to a funeral. If the funeral is for a family member, the song sticks in your head and you hear it when you’re in the car alone, when you’re in the bathroom, basically anywhere where there is supposed to be silence. Freaky.


Oh, here’s a fair bit of art.


Seems like you can’t take artsy fartsy shots these days without uncles staring at you with arms akimbo.


Check out my shadow!


You really don’t pass up brightly painted, uh, shutters? Whatever it is, nice background.


I’m sure he is just joking.


Beautiful clogs!! Probably a novelty but oh so pretty!


We ended up at this coffee placed called Malaysia 13 States’ Coffees or summat. Chee Kiang and I actually kepo-ed because we saw an old white guy flirting with .. um, i don’t know what race, but I’m pretty sure the girl is a fellow South East Asian.. and she was laughing at all his photos in his camera so we took the table next to them for some afternoon entertainment. We turned our chairs around to sit the Al Fresco way. Oh right, this picture is a list of all the websites and blogs that have reviewed this coffee place. Was hoping to put jayelleenelial.com on the map by blogging about having coffee there. ๐Ÿ˜›


A bit of christmas decoration.


So as you can see, apparently coffee beans grow and get processed different in various parts of the country.


Chee Kiang had a Negeri Sembilan drink.


Thick and frothy..


He actually likes it.


I was just having one since it seemed rather different but then I remembered how much I hated coffee that is not Nescafe.


My coffee was from Terengganu and it tasted horrible. So damn bitter.


Possible the only way to pass the time.


I noticed that the colours of my gorilla pod and our hands together looked rather nice under the afternoon sun and then he went on to exclaim, “I notice you like to take this kind of photos a lot.” Blushing, I decided to have a little variety so here are some pointless finger and hands photos:

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That’s what waiters are for.


Since I wasn’t the driver of my own car for once, I had the chance to spend plenty of quality time with the toys in my car. I hardly get to hug them as they are strewn all over the backseat.


We passed by Bukit Baru and I had this urge to visit my grandparents’ old house. In 1997, they shifted to Bukit Beruang which is where the family would congregate every time we all go back to Malacca prior to my Aunty’s death. This Bukit Baru house holds many childhood memories for me. All the cars could be parked in the porch and the garden. During chinese new year, five cars would be parked there and there would still be room to run around playing fireworks.ร‚ย 

When it wasn’t chinese new year, my cousins, my brother and myself would be playing in the garden and running round to the back to play with the dog. We were about 6-9 years old and were light enough to seat on the dog who really didn’t mind us. Some nights, my aunty would devise games for us and we would play on the porch until we got bored. I remember once she asked me to lift up my legs as she held my hands and swung me round and round and round. I was flying!

Behind the sliding doors on the first floor was the family hall. We would all sit there after our bath to watch a VCR, either a Disney cartoon or a TVB show. Afternoons were spent playing pirates with the big bean bag and if there were hell notes lying around (especially when there is some taoist celebration coming up) my cousin sister, Jacqueline, being the tallest would hide the hell notes and ask us to find it. Speaking of that particular bean bag which always seemed to be bursting at the seams, I remember taking a polystyrene ball from it when I was three years old and putting it up my nose. It couldn’t come out for awhile and scared my parents shitless.

So many memories, I can never finish writing them all.ร‚ย 


I had to have a picture taken with the house. Since I was lazy to put my glads back on (glads can be such a bitch), I wore Chee Kiang’s Crocs out. The colours are blinding aren’t they?


Nice of him to wait patiently for me.


Opposite our house was a big family with so many girls. I didn’t quite comprehend it back then but come to think of it now, the parents were probably trying for a boy. So many girls I don’t even remember how many there were. They used to come over and play with us and we would flag down the Roti Man/Ice Cream Man together and get the adults to treat us to 30 cents ice-cream cones or Mammee Monster.ร‚ย 


There was a little boy who stayed in that house who would climb over the fence (very dangerous) to play the Happy Family card game with us.ร‚ย 


My grandmother painstakingly watered and loved these pine trees (there were four of them, but only two are left) and now they are cut in half. ๐Ÿ™


I had quite a bit of explaining to do to the owner of the house when they saw me snapping outside their home. The lady asked me why I was taking pictures and I had to tell her that I was a bit sentimental and that this was my grandmother’s old house. She wasn’t too friendly.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, we then made our way back to the highway and headed home.ร‚ย