Tonight I don't feel like writing anything serious.
Writing serious stuff is tiring. Really, I'm not kidding you.
It's really no fun knowing for example that the Prime Minister's people are monitoring your writings and trying to detect any (real, hidden or imagined) sinister intention, on my part as an insignificant anonymous blogger, to topple their boss.
Previously, Lim Guan Eng's boys and girls were the ones doing that to me.
Crazy people lah they all.
Okay, so, tonight I'm just going to write a short happy piece about myself.
Actually, as I was driving home just now, something reminded me of my childhood and things which made me happy at that time.
When I was a little girl, my mother used to take me balik kampung to see my grandparents and the rest of my Chinese side of the family in Kluang, Johor.
This was mostly during school holidays and Chinese New Year.
Occasionally, one of those traveling fun-fairs was in town and the whole family would went there and enjoy a good time.
I remember being most excited even about going on the rather mundane Ferris wheel.
Going to those fun-fairs with my mother, grandparents, aunties and cousins was among the happiest memories of my childhood.
The traveling fun-fairs may not be as sophisticated or spick and span as all those glitzy theme parks but they have that rustic charm which endears them to people like me.
My mother said going to the fun-fairs was also among the happiest memories of her childhood. She said it's odd for working class Chinese parents not to occasionally treat their children with a good time at the fun-fairs in those days.
My only regret of that happy memories at those fun-fairs was that my father was never with us. He hardly ever goes back to my mother's family home till these days.
Whenever I told him of the happy time I spend at the fun-fairs after my mother and me came back from Kluang, he would just smiled and gave me a hug. If I asked him why he never came along with us, he would said that he was too busy.
Only after I was a teenager that my mother told me that my father hardly went back to visit my grandparents because he tried to spare them any unpleasant or awkward situation.
It is not that my father doesn't care for my grandparents but he is very conscious about himself being not exactly the ideal son-in-law in a traditional Chinese family.
My mother also told me that my father never went to a fun-fair when he was a child. His family was too poor to even afford such a modest luxury.
(Note: This posting about having fun at the fun-fairs has absolutely got nothing to do with PM's adviser Datuk Seri Ahmad Farid Redzuan or any of his bright ideas. Jom Heboh doesn't even have Ferris wheel, ok.)
Just feel like adding this cool music video to this posting.
Datuk Farid, in case you are reading this, please don't copy ideas from this music video. You put "tunnel of love" as a feature for Jom Heboh or Jelajah Janji DiTepati, you surely get in trouble one. Fun-fairs in US and Europe can have this feature la. Anyway, in case you don't know, Dire Straits is a Jewish band. So, it's not a very good idea to copy from them for PM's public relations projects.