Sunday 29 April 2012

BERSIH 3.0: A DAY I WOULD NEVER FORGET

THE DAYS BEFORE
The days leading to Bersih 3.0 on 28 April 2012 was filled with a lot of uncertainties and fear. Where to meet? What time to take off? Best route? What to bring? Transportation? Who’s coming? What to wear? Apart from all of the uncertainties, I was a little pre-occupied with fear on the prospect of being tear gas, chased by FRU and of course arrest. I had to continually comfort myself on the reason I am going and because of these reason, I needed to put my fears aside and think about the bigger picture and that it’s no more about my, myself and I but about being a Malaysian. As a Malaysian, I am standing up demanding that my right for a clean and fair election is respected. Don’t hoodwinked me into telling me to express my views in the ballot box when the ballot box is so tainted. And so I went…

THE DAY

On Friday night, a couple of us decided to overnight at a friends place which was near the Kelana Jaya LRT line. Needless to say, with all the anticipation, excitement and fear, I didn’t get to sleep much. But I was very encourage when I read the news that 3,000 people were already at Dataran Merdeka camping out. That was just crazy… the motivation for someone to actually decide to sleep it out at Dataran for more than 12 hours before the rally is very hard to comprehend. It just goes to show the deep desire in people to see fairness and change.

We took off at 9am to make our way to Kelan Jaya station. Already we were receiving news that the train station was close, cops all around etc… But when we got there, the train station was not close but the frequency of the trains were reduced significantly.. every 15 minutes one… and there were a couple of cops around minding their own business. We could see streams of people coming into the LRT station all dressed in their Bersih 3.0 t-shirt showing no fear at all. Train of course was pack but that was alright. We all understood our purpose and was very accommodating and even helping crowd management in the train by people giving instruction to make way and come in further to make space.

When we arrive at Pasar Seni, we knew for good that we were not a splinter group anymore but were in the midst of a sea of people all with the same goal and objective. I didn’t know here that I would be underestimating the actual turn out of the crowd. There were already a big group of people gathered at Petaling Street. We had a heavy lunch, chilled around Central Market where people continually made their way there, and before long, the whole area at Pasar Seni/Central Market was packed with people. There were on and off people shouting BERSIH! BERSIH! HIDUP RAKYAT! HIDUP RAKYAT! Apart from the huge turn out of the crowd, it was nice to see our MPs also standing together with us. Met Rafizi, Chua Jui Meng, Ambiga, Nizar, Nga Kor Ming and Sivakumar.

Looking around me, it was a real eye opener. We always thought that the Malays and Indians were the only ones who had the balls to stand up for what is right and we Chinese were always in the background gossiping about the matter. But these time around, there were loads of Chinese people. We literally made up 50% or more of the crowd. It was really encouraging to see people coming to the realization that sitting at home and not doing anything more is no more a solution. We needed to take the responsibility as citizens of Malaysia to fight for our right to be a Malaysian. Gone were the days when we rested in our laurels and let other people do the fight. We are today, all Malaysian fighters. Apart from that, another significant sight was the college young and aunty uncle old were all part of the crowd. When I say college young, these were like innocent looking 18 year olds who you wouldn’t have thought that they will have any interest in this. The owner of the huge yellow beach ball that we were all bouncing it around belonged to 3 very young cute looking Chinese girls who took the effort to bring the ball and lighten up the mood. Who would have guessed? And when I say uncle and aunties, these weren’t only the educated English specking uncle and aunty but the Cina Cina type who in the past wouldn’t risk anything that would affect their livelihood. Never would I have expected all these people to be there. Of course the entire group was made out of the various races of Malaysia standing side by side. I am only highlighting on the Chinese involvement as I never expected to see so much involvement from my own race. But today, we stood together not as a Chinese fighting for his/her right, today we stood together to fight for the rights of a Malaysian. 1 Malaysia in practice and not just lip service.

At about 1:30pm, after Ambiga’s speech, we began walking. The entire crowd was in a party mood where we sang songs, someone had a guitar and  harmonica and was playing all the way, someone had a kompang, and someone had a placard that said, “KUNING, KUNING, NAJIB PENING”. Slowly we made our way, nobody shoving, all walked like the civilize Malaysian we all are. There were even Bersih volunteers holding black plastic bag collecting rubbish from the crowd, and one of them went, “SAMPAH SINI! SAMPAH SINI! MCA PUN SINI!”

Not too long after, we arrive at the Masjid Jamek main road. All 7 of us being first timers, we decided to play it a little safe and were quite a distance away from Dataran. We were somewhere around HSBC. But being in the middle was also pretty awesome. Looking at the direction of Pudu Raya, we could not see an end to the crowd. There were just a sea of people and my earlier quoted “sea” was now only a “pei si” (nose shit) now. The crowd was not only along the main road but were also at all the roads leading towards the main road. People were just standing everywhere and it was a true sight to behold and an amazing experience to be with my fellow Malaysians of all race and colors.

As the rally were all stationary as we could go no further to Dataran, we decided to do a walkabout to chill from the sun. We join the crowd again when we saw them moving but not too long after that, we saw smoke coming out of Dataran and we knew… itu bukan asap kereta… calmly we began moving in the opposite direction, slip into some alley mamak and use the parallel road towards pudu raya. There we stood for a couple of minutes waiting to see what would happen. By then, I already got a text msg from my wife and father that Ambiga had declared the rally a success and has requested for all to disperse (for some reason, data plan was not accessible the whole time). We decided then to proceed to Nandos for a meal and call it a day. We did great!

It was at Nandos that we witnessed more Malaysians running towards Pudu Raya and we knew the the chaos has begun. Even though we could not see any tear gas smoke or the FRUs were no where close, we began to have slight runny nose and an employee who was smoking outside came in with tears in her eyes. Note to self – tear gas is really not funny. At about 5pm, we decided to make our way back to Pasar Seni to take the train back.

You would have expected the action to have all ended by now.

As we were walking back to Pasar Seni, there were about 3 FRU man standing in the middle of the road at the Pasar Seni intersection. Not wanting to risk getting arrested, we decided to take the Petaling Street road and come back out at the other end of Pasar Seni. Note – there were only a small group of people hanging around here - about 10-20 people. Slightly passing the net intersection, the FRU suddenly fired tear gas! We just started walking faster and faster away from the tear gas and the traders started closing their shops. This was totally uncalled for. There you freaking ask us to disperse and there you morons are blocking all exits (Plaza Rakyat, Masjid Jamek, Pasar Seni). How do you expect us to go back? In your PDRM lorry?

Anyways, thanks to a previous treasure hunt I attended, I knew my way around Petaling Street and we walked down to Maharajalela – took the monorail to KL Sentral and then a Putra back.

Of course we were all dead tired by the end of the day but we were glad we were part of history today and that we might only be a few, but the few that made the decision to attend made up the 300,000 on that day.

LESSONS LEARNED:

1.       Chinese people are no more side-liners. They don’t just attend the rally. They attended the rally with big yellow beach ball, 2 super huge floating rocket with “BERSIH” and “ANTI-LYNAS” marked on them and big bright banners. And they stood together as Malaysians with the people of all other race and age as ONE.

2.       People who attended are no more minorities. People who didn’t attend are the new minorities. I had friends from all walks of life attending the rally. Some I never thought would even have an interest in politics. I was wrong.

3.       In the corporate world, the stereotype of equating attendance in a rally to potential dismissal is broken. I knew of an ex-collegue who is the Head of Operations (a SVP/GM) who proudly wore his Bersih shirt and rallied on that day. I also know of other colleagues who were always comfortable with how life is taking their first step in actively fighting for fairness.

4.       The young adults have awaken (I am also a young adult k…). A huge majority of the people that attended were of the younger generation.

5.       The senior citizens who you expect to be like the Ent from Lord of the Ring have arisen and are demanding that they too are heard.

6.       BN’s 1Malaysia is nothing like Bersih’s 1Malaysia.

7.       There is no such thing as hate among the races. There’s only mainstream media mis-reporting and government lies.

8.       Businesses don’t loose money on that day. All restaurant opened on that day were booming with business. We had to line up and wait for food. There were some that even just ta pau and ate at the side walk.

9.       When the PDRM/FRU ask you to disperse, they don’t really mean it cause they shut down all form of transportation so you can’t really go anywhere. What they really mean is, “We’ve brought stocks of tear gas, chemical laced water, trucks and handcuffs and we ain’t bringing back those stock ”.  

10.   Getting tear gas is not funny. Avoid at all cost. I got the slightest amount of gas – the very very very bare minimal and was already sniffing. I cannot imagine if one was to land in front of me.

SPECIAL NOTE:

1.       To the protestors who threw things at the police vehicle/breach the barricade – WE ARE BETTER THAN THIS.

2.       To the PDRM/FRU who assaulted and beat up the protestors and media representatives – YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS.

3.       To the PROVOCATEURS – YOU ARE THE TRUE PIECE OF SHIT OF THE DAY AND THE GATES OF HELL WARMLY WELCOMES YOU.

VIDEO & PHOTO ON THE DAY

VIDEO HERE

PHOTOS:














Monday 23 April 2012

PRE-BERSIH 3.0: FINDING THE GUTS


When I first heard of Bersih’s intention to hold another rally on Good Friday, my balls shrunk.

Not that I am against it and not that I hate the individuals involved in it, in fact, I am all in support for Bersih. But I knew this time, after writing and criticizing in my la grande plan to wake up the minds of Malaysians to the corruption, power abuses and ala Mao Tze Tung ruling style in Malaysia, I knew this time around, I needed to take another step into the field to call for the respect of my most basic right, MY RIGHT TO VOTE IN A CLEAN AND FAIR ELECTIONS.

This step for me would be one of the hardest as it does not entail me sitting behind my computer and typing away. It entails me getting my ass out of my chair and rally along my countrymen and face the possibility of having to run for my life, being shot with tear gas, water trucks, being hit with a baton and of course arrest. It’s no more writing and telling people, “History has shown us that in the quest for freedom, there would be bloodshed, lost lives, arrests, resistance from the ruling regime etc…” Now the thought of me being in one of the scenarios above really send shivers down. No more talk, talk, talk. The reality of what I have wanted to do so long began setting in. I had to put my words into action and that is crazy tough.

My first excuse of trying to escape the rally this time around was that I was travelling to Taiwan on Monday with both our families and I could not get myself into any trouble as if I was to get arrested, the trip would be called off all our money spend on it would be washed down the drain. Furthermore, if I told my wife about it, I believe she’ll ask me not to go (due to the fact that we’ve spend quite a bit on the tickets and hotel already). But lo and behold, when I got home from work, I told my wife about the upcoming Bersih event and she immediately said,  “Better go in a group.” I was like caught shocked because when she said that, I have not even told her that I was planning to go. Dang!

Of course, through the next couple of days, the excuses for not going began pouring in… “The pen is mightier than a sword”, “stay behind to help bail people out”, “write about the event from behind the scenes”, “mum would be worried”, “I got a family”… etc…

In the weeks that followed, I knew full well that any excuses I gave anybody would be a big hit to my credibility and the validity of my criticisms plus I wouldn’t want someone telling me, “No action, talk only (NATO)”, I forced myself to find ways to gather up my guts. So of course I did a “so hai” video of me preparing for the rally, got a couple of friends to come along, made plans to overnight at one place together and head to Dataran together. With all the together-gether, it didn’t seem that scary anymore.

But of course, the thought of having to run from whoever, being separated and getting arrested are all still super real and super scary to me even though people are telling me “The police wouldn’t be so stupid this time”. But I know deep down, whatever my fears are, for the betterment of my country, my family, I needed to stand up and be counted. People tell me, “Just express your dissatisfaction in the ballot box”, but to me, what’s the use of the ballot box when it’s so tainted. With the refusal of the EC to take proactive steps to clean up the electoral system, what’s the point of my 1 vote when 3.1 million other foreigners or dubious voters are voting? And this goes for both side of the political standpoint. Where’s the legitimacy in a win? Where’s the fairness in a loss? Where’s the impartial truth in my mainstream media is suppose to portray when all I see is praises for BN and scorns for Pakatan? What’s the use of postal votes when the dude is probably my neighbor? With all the shit that’s still left unclean, holding any election is just bogus.
But we all know too well, “Does the government ever listen if we don’t show them some people power?” 50 years the nation lay in slumber. 5 years back with the emergence of citizens out on the street demanding for justice, fairness and an end to corruption and the government suddenly stop having their morning tea and evening tea-time, and began making changes (of course they claimed it was all their proactiveness but we can all smell shit easily).

Don’t tell me I’ve got a family. Don’t tell me I might lose my job. Don’t tell me, I might get arrested. Don’t tell me I might get hurt. Don’t tell me be smart and just vote in the next election. Don’t tell me let someone else fight. Because on 28 April 2012, I am standing up as a citizen of Malaysia DEMANDING THAT THE GOVERNMENT NOT ONLY RESPECTS MY VOTING RIGHTS BUT ALSO PROVIDE A CLEAN AND FAIR ELCTIONS SO THAT MY VOTE IS COUNTED FOR WHAT IT IS and not diluted with 3.1 million other  dubious voters.

Of course fear still lingers on, but I will go, knowing in my heart that I need to stand up and be counted if I desire fairness and justice to prevail. I urge each and everyone of you to stand with me as fearful as we all might be, to put aside the excuses that we all can conjure up and to put aside our selfish nature and STAND UP and be COUNTED. For our families, for our future, for our loved ones, FOR MALAYSIA!

Tuesday 17 April 2012

BERSIH 3.0: REQUIRED PREPARATION

Just in case you were attending the Bersih 3.0 rally on 28 April 2012, this video should be of some help... :)

Friday 13 April 2012

JOYFUL FRUSTRATION… FRUSTRATED JOY… KEEPING THE SANITY

It all began 2 weeks ago, when I successfully put Athalie to sleep at night all by myself.

A little background first, for the past 17 months, I have never been able to put Athalie to sleep as she would always want mummy to put her to sleep. Furthermore, it’s her habit to be breastfed to fall asleep. So Daddy came into play only when she refuses to sleep and Daddy would come in and Mummy would go out and Athalie would start crying… Mummy would come back in and try again… and after a couple of times (the going out and coming in), she would give in and fall asleep. So previously, whenever Mummy was not around during the weekend and I got to put her to sleep in the afternoon, it was such a wonderful feeling.

2 weeks ago, either by chance or Mummy’s brilliant idea, Mummy told Athalie, “Mummy’s going to eat something downstairs” which she wanted to and came back a lot later… Athalie then was ok with it, just   couple of “Mummy. Mummy” but every time I told her that Mummy was downstairs, she would go back to what she was doing (either putting her bears to sleep, crawling around the bed, crawling in and out of her cot).

The only way I have been putting her to sleep (during the afternoons when Mummy is not around) is by carrying her and putting her on my shoulder and this was exactly what I did. After a few rounds of walking around the room with her on my shoulder and singing her songs, tapping her a little bit, she fell asleep. OH SUCH JOY TO CARRY MY LITTLE GIRL ON MY SHOULDER. QUIET. PEACEFUL. JUST A MOMENT OF PURE LOVE BETWEEN A DAUGHTER AND A FATHER. NO WORDS NEED TO BE SPOKEN. JUST THE WARMTH IN EACH OTHERS EMBRACE.

And then…. The nightmare begun…!

Naturally, once I thought she was asleep (eyes closed, body in a relaxed position), I would gently put her down on her pillow. “Waaaa!!! Pao Pao!! Pao Pao!!” Ok... maybe she wasn’t really asleep yet… carry her up back to my shoulder and walk around the room for another couple of minutes. Put her gently down again on her pillow. “Waaaa!!! Pao Pao!! Pao Pao!!”Ok……………… this is strange… carry her up back to my shoulder and walk around the room for another couple of minutes. This time I made sure I carried her longer than the previous time just to be sure. I am dead sure she’s asleep now. Gently put her down in her pillow again…. ….. ….. ….. ….. ….. ….. “Waaaa!!! Pao Pao!! Pao Pao!!” “Ahhh!!! What is going on?!?!?!?!?! Athalie does not want to let go of me!!!!!! THIS CANNOT BE!!!! I WANT TO GO OUT TO WATCH MY TV!!!!”

Just in case I never mentioned this, I am an avid problem solver. Any problem that is thrown at me, I’ll definitely think of a solution out of it.

“OK fine… if she’s not letting go of me… I’m bringing her out to watch TV with her sleeping on my shoulder.” So off I walk outside to my hall, with her still sleeping on my head, off as many lights as possible, turn the volume down to bare minimal and half lie down on the couch with her on top of me. “Ahhh… perfect”.

And then my wife comes back up, sees Athalie with me outside and says… “Eh… got mosquito outside la… Bring her back inside la...” In my heart, I nearly burst out crying… “I’ve spend a good 30 minutes walking around in near darkness with a 10kg baby on my shoulder WHO DOESN’T WANT TO LET ME PUT HER DOWN and I have to bring her back inside?”

Problem Solver. Problem Solver. Problem Solver.

So off I bring Athalie back inside, but this time, I stack up the pillows and bosters behind me so I am able to sat least sit down while carrying her on my shoulder. Every couple of minutes, I remove one piece of the pillow/boster. One piece by one piece until Athalie is almost lying on her pillow. Then with the gentlest of movements, I slowly tilt her towards her pillow. “Wait for it… wait for it… wait for it…. Nothing… Quiet….” Wala!!! Finally! Just too tired to say anything else.

She would probably sleep well for another hour or 2 hours if we’re lucky and would cry again in which the process kinda repeats itself except it’s much shorter now.

And now that I can put her to sleep, we repeat the same process every night and the joy of putting her to sleep is slowly turning into frustrations especially now with her being in her rebellion stage where everything is “No!” “No!” “No!” and it seems to take longer and longer to even get her on my shoulder to sleep especially last night when she keep wanting to take things from around the room, not wanting to sleep and I totally lost my cool and gave her the cold shoulder, scolded her a few times, probably slam her milk bottle down on the cupboard, scold again, told her a few times “You do what you want la, Daddy is going to sleep” and finally realizing that she’s lost the love for Daddy, she went into tears and started calling out, “Mummy…! Mummy…! Mummy…! Mummy…! Mummy…! Mummy…!” In the end, I had to call it quits being overloadly frustrated myself at that point of time. Of course Mummy always works her magic and puts her to sleep.

It just felt like the weeks of spending so much time with her, almost getting her full affection and attention was lost within the minutes of my frustration and impatience. It’s just crazy to be walking around a semi-dark room with a 10kg baby who prefers only 1 side of your shoulder and then refuses to be put down. Feels like you’re suffering from “Seasonal Affective Disorder” or “Winter Blues” with the lack of light and a fractured shoulder.

Of course Mummy has been doing this for the past 17 months and I am totally amazed at the super powers God gives mothers. I’ve been doing this for less than a month and I feel like I can drop dead anytime.

Again I guess, Daddyhood is a journey of sweetness, joy and sometimes frustration. I just hope that to keep thinking of the joys there is even thru this times of frustrations.

Everyday of my life, I am ever more thankful for the sacrifices my wife has made and am more and more amaze at how she has coped with it all. I love you dear…. And you too Athalie.

I never understood what unconditional love meant until 17 months ago. Loving unconditionally even though your mind is clouded with frustration.

Monday 9 April 2012

PIGGIN OUT @ SS2 MEDAN SELERA CHAR KUEY TEOW

This is one of our favorite spot when we need a Char Kuey Teow fix when we seem oh so far away from Penang. Of course apart from good Char Kuey Teow, this place is also good for the grill seafood, their Nasi Lemak stall as well as asam laksa.

If I counted correctly, there are about 2 other stalls which sells Char Kuey Teow in the foodcourt… but so far, the best here is still stall #30 -  operated by a husband and wife who takes turn frying and taking orders. Both fry equally good and both are relatively pleasant.

What I love about the Char Kuey Teow here is that it’s not too oily – unlike some when after eating, you fell like you could vomit out a full tank of Minyak Pisau and then re-use the oil to fry another plate. Prawns are medium in size and are fresh. Kerangs are abundant and aromatically very inviting. Each plate is fried individually or at most 2-3 plates (when they get busy) which maintains the deliciousness of each of the plate. Nobody can fry Char Kuey Teow en mass and expect to serve it tasty.


Location:
Medan Selera @ SS2
Jalan SS2/62,
Petaling Jaya
47300 Selangor

GPS: N3.118453, E101.621105

Friday 6 April 2012

WORK - The GOING BACK ON TIME CONTROVERSY

Ok.. before I say anything further, I have no intention of bitching about anybody in this post nor am I trying to pick a fight… It’s all done in the name of creativity and for me to survive with brilliant comments to reply the next time someone tell me… “Wah… going back so early ar…?”

For the past couple of weeks (like 2 weeks), I have been able to take off from work ON TIME (the keyword here is ON TIME and not EARLY). As I have to pass a set of colleagues before heading out the exit door, they have cheekily made sure to always say “Wah… going back so early ar…?” I of course have provided various replies to counter the comments but I have been repeating some of the replies which I do not think is now sufficient to counter the taunting. So while showering a couple minutes ago, I thought, “Hey… I gotta make a list of replies so the next time they ever taunt me again… I’m gonna have a brilliant reply for them”. For the record I still love my colleagues and this is all done in the name of fun. Who can outsmart the other? So here goes…

20 THINGS TO SAY WHEN YOU LEAVE ON TIME FROM WORK AND SOMEBODY TELLS YOU “WAH… GOING BACK SO EARLY AR…?”

1.       “I am just being compliant to my contract which stipulates that my working hours from Mon-Thu should be from 8:45am – 5:45pm and on Fridays 8:45am – 4:45pm. Don’t let me lodge a report to HR on you for breaching your HR contract!”
2.       “Such INEFFICIENCIES!!! The company should FIRE you!!!
3.       “Stop wasting company resources. They shut the air-condition at 6pm for a reason… the lights are to follow suit”
4.       If they come in late the next morning… say at the top of your voice… “Wah…. LATE AGAIN AR…? Contract say what time ooo…?”
5.       “I’ve got a family”
6.       “Just in case you didn’t know… there’s this thing called a LIFE outside the office”
7.       “And just in case you also didn’t know… apart from the moon, there’s also such a thing called the sun”
8.       “Stop pretending to work. Boss already went back”
9.       “Whose shoe you trying to shine?”
10.   “Didn’t know you married your computer. Congratulations! When would you be having kids?”
11.   “What? You still haven’t finish your work ar?”
12.   “It’s a good thing the company has a life insurance for you. That’ll be the best thing  your parents would get ever since you join the company”
13.   “Eh… Was just wondering… Does your children call you mummy or do they call the maid that?”
14.   “Didn’t know you intended to end your life so soon”
15.   “You think your husband/wife is having an affair right now?”
16.   “Your brains have been working pretty slow this past month ar…? You think you need to re-take the IQ test?”
17.   “Age must be catching up… Your motor skills seems to be deteriorating… Arthritis maybe?”
18.   “Didn’t know boss made you the timekeeper. Keep up the good work”
19.   “Only clerks get paid OT… you get paid OT too...?”
20.   “Hey… we’re going for a drink… Continue working k…”

PEACE.

Thursday 5 April 2012

PIGGIN OUT @ MUN KEE STEAM FISH HEAD

My wife would sometimes ask, “Where to for dinner… my oh so wonderful bestest husband in the whole wide world…?” and I would say “Mun Kee” and she immediately gets chills down her spine and would regret ever asking me that question.

It is not that Mun Kee serves horrible food but it’s probably because we’ve done too much Mun Kee and she does not enjoy fish head. It’s really quite ironic. I use to not quite enjoy fish dishes (always thought they were too pricey and barely fed my stomach) but ever since I’ve discovered Mun Kee, I’ve fallen in love with fish. Huge fish portion with a very reasonable price tag that come along with it. She on the other hand has always enjoyed fish dishes…. …. …. … except when we go to Mun Kee… to her… it’s probably… fish HEAD – BIG – UGLY. But in any case, like in any good husband and wife relationship, we give in to one another and this time when we went to Mun Kee, I made sure I took pictures to remember the moments just in case it’ll be a couple more years before I go there.

I first discovered Mun Kee through a colleague. It was a shop in Imbi, under some zinc and planks, barely any fan, filled to the brink with people but when the food came then… HEAVEN…!!! The fish that we ordered was awesome, steam egg, steam pork and vege was just really… HEAVENLY… and then we went there again… and again… and again... and again… and again… until I found out they actually had an outlet super near my place. Also after that they moved to a different place which I have yet to locate to this day so I’ve stuck with the Mun Kee @ Happy Garden.

Enough said. Here are some of the dishes we had this time around. Needless to say, I love the fact that the fish was super huge, fresh and priced only @ RM25. I personally loved it when it’s prepared with bare minimum – soya sauce, other sauces, some ginger and salty beans.


Other dishes that we had which was equally good.


Taufu @ RM12

"Ham Yi Fa Lan Po" @ RM12.. we ate some liow...



Location:
Mun Kee Steam Fish Head,
New Happy Garden Food Court,
43-A,
Jalan Lazat 1, Taman Gembira,
58200 Kuala Lumpur.

GPS: N3.076809, E101.680035