It was kinda disappointing this year though, as Merdeka 2009 clashes with the holy month of Ramadhan and also the fatal epidemic of the Influenza AH1Ni. My face fell when I found out there wasn’t gonna be any grand slam celebration on a huge scale.

Our national day aka Merdeka falls on the 31st August and has come a long way since 1957. I’ve always looked forward to Merdeka… not gonna lie here – but mostly due to the public holidays and fireworks display. Yay!

This is my 1st time celebrating a different Merdeka; unlike the previous ones which I spent partying away at Merdeka rave and countdown parties in clubs with the fabulous displays of fireworks at the esplanade.

Oh by the way, Grandpappy was hospitalized so Aunt Queenie and I made a journey to Ipoh. He’s much better now, if you care to know : )

On the eve of our Independence Day at 11pm, my fingers itched to go shooting again and I didn’t wanna stay home on Merdeka anyway. I begged Goddy, Uncle Mike and mom to take me to Ipoh’s Dataran Bandaraya for a fresh take on the Merdeka perspective.

Goddy and mom obviously stayed in the car as they didn’t fancy gangster hoods by the streets.

When I got there, there was already quite a rowdy assembly of bikers and other brutes yelling away in. I almost chickened out but hey, I chose to be here – and here I shall stay. Armed with my camera (and Uncle Mike) I dived right into the pool of people.

Thankfully, I wasn’t alone braving the rough and tough crowd. Uncle Mike agreed to tag along (as my bodyguard haha) when I was shooting away through waves of big and intimidating fellas. I apologize in advance as even I myself, was very dissatisfied with the shots I took that night.

Damn, it ain’t easy trying to stay unnoticed to take pictures yet being pushed and shoved like nobody’s business by all those big-sized thugs : (

Anyway, I’ve managed to snap some of the teenagers and other youths in action. Little did I know that they were on fire! Their patriotic spirit was impressively ablaze; even more than the… okay nevermind.

The countdown was a riot!
Almost every one was raging around and jumping on top of vehicles to wave the Jalur Gemilang – our national flag. The blaring of horns from other parked cars and bikes was just deafening and ghetto youths were seen running all over the place creating a huge racket on the streets.

I think I became hearing-impaired in 5 seconds. Gah.
No tampons to stuff into my ears that’s why. (If you’ve watched Final Destination 4, you’ll know what I’m talking about)

I didn’t dare take pictures of those elderly gangsters manning their heavily modded cars, lest they whack the guts outta me. But it was astonishing to know how ingenious they were.

They don’t give a flying rat’s ass… because they made it all happen!

Yup. These pyromaniacs modified some old cars, twiddled with the spark plug and made their double exhaust pipes a raging flamethrower.

I reckon they created the combustion by using some flaming exhaust kits or exhaust flame systems. Look at the inferno go! However, our eardrums were popping with the loud bursting sounds of the sparks. Ouch, painful but the show must go on!

So yeah… while most Malaysians were celebrating Independence Day sleeping at home, decorating trains or having houseparties, my Merdeka was spent with a bunch of hooligans, thugs and young school dropouts in the ghetto community.

Despite being a little fearful in the beginning, I’m relieved as they aren’t exactly very malevolent. Sure, they may not fit the bill of the upper crust or cream of the society and most had already picked up smoking habits in elementary school but who am I to judge?

They are, in many ways just as wholesome as any of us are : )

It’s only been three weeks since I set my foot in the city – KL. But the sights of Penang still runs around my little forlorn head. Don’t get me wrong, I love it here. The peeps I work with are fab and my friends here are awesome.

Shot this whilst having supper in Murni, SS2

Life here has been hustling and bustling. Likewise, the peeps. For everything else, the queues never seemed so long, the traffic is always in gridlocks and the all the highways are but a walk in the park. Despite so, I’m settling down relatively well here.

Shot on the very night I was packing to leave
Cried buckets of tears.

I don’t mean to go all rhetoric or whatnot but… for those kiddos (youths lah) who are at home now yearning for absolute freedom, think again. Don’t yet immaturity overrule you. You’ll not only miss home but you’ll miss the company and the familiarity back there. And trust me, it sucks despite the fact that you’re livin’ life like an independent free spirit and soul like I am.

And here I am at 4.29am in the cold morning hearing the pitter-patter of raindrops against my neighbour’s awning. Still awake – without mom to nag me for bedtime as always. Someone please nag me to sleep? Ducclebears♥ nagged me to sleep already but ended up falling asleep before me 😛 As we speak, I am thinking of those 1000watt smiles my maid has and her shrill voice. I used to be exasperated by the sound of it, but I wish I could hear her squeal for no good reason again.

Adding to that, I’m blessed to have such good friends. Those chunka funky monkays are my life and what keeps me busy through the days and nights in Penang. Oh but wait.. guess what?

Guess who’s back? and no, it’s not Eminem Slim Shady.

My finals are FINALLY over which accounts to – no more mugging!

The best part is, I’ve got my car back after waiting for so friggin’ long. Sadly, it ain’t the car that I aimed for but oh well, I’m not gonna be in Malaysia next year so.. why bother getting a new one?

ohyeaaaaaahh babeh~
Jess is back on the roads!!

My car was once beyond repair after the road accident [here], but I guess the car-people proved us all wrong. They managed to turn it back the right way up to make it fully workable again. So I should be happy, no?

Unfortunately now, my car disallows me of driving more than 70KM/H. -_________-“

Can you flippin’ believe that? The moment I knew, it was like mud thrown on my face. Which youth in this pacing world drives slower than 70KM/H? It seriously is a huge contrast for someone who drives at 120KM/H on a highway.

Regardless of driving at whatever speed, I could almost smell the breeze of freedom hitting against my face as I cruise through the roads back home

As of now, I’ve got a whole lot to do on my checklist :

The gods of Irony has spoken again; I’m supposed to be free and easy after the final examination but my schedule is bursting at its pages.

Wheeeeee I’m so excited!

But I promise to keep yall posted!
(as always)
^_^