Cheras Wednesday Night Market

Last Wednesday night – the night dear ol'
Ah Beng got bumped up to Boyfriend.

...for very practical reasons.
(More like for material and economic purposes, actually.
Haha. Cheras is so kampung! Maybank ATM also dun have.
Only got AmBank – as you can see. -_- So fail.)

Honestly, the plan to crash the other side of Federal had already been in the works for weeks. Talk about heading thataway had been thrown about for ages! But all cakap only. (Ala Ah Beng and his so-called going-to-happen karaoke plans. *snort*) It finally took some girlie mau-pergi-pasar-malam-cari-cincin-RM5 determination to really kick the plan into action. =p

Us stuffing our faces before heading for Cheras.

Needed some nutritional input to sustain us throughout the walking-around output. Haha. Thank goodness we did, though. That pasar malam is HUGE! If we'd listened to JC and just ate while we shopped, we'd probably have died and appeared in the papers on Thursday morning. "First-time visitors to Cheras' night market faint and get trampled to death." -_-

On the way back to Ah Beng's car after dinner.

Black and white also nice, no? =p

With that, the Cheras adventure begins!!!

Ah Beng and I arrived at kampung town (JC drove his own car) a little past 9PM and came to the unanimous conclusion that Cheras drivers, all gangster blood wan. No kidding. Almost Honkee gangster movie standard. Tough fight. Oh, and all pedestrians think they're kings and queens of the road. Cross road no need to look wan. Jalan only. -_- Sigh. Primates.

ANYHEW... we finally found an illegal lot atop a hill and proceeded to look for JC. *cough cough* Who was haggling for hp covers like a true, blue Cheras gangster. *cough* "Leng chai... Pheng di lah. Hor yi geh." (Manglish translation: "Handsome boy... Cheaper lah. Can wan.") Haha. Was pretty funny standing by, watching the boy do his thing without realising that he was being watched.

Okay, enough rubbish. It's picha time!

Group pic at the start of the seemingly endless
rows of night market stalls.

Glasses for sale! Cheap cheap!

I think we pulled off the geeky look like naturals, yo! Haha.
But I have to admit, Ah Beng more natural than me lah. =p

The vile stuff that brought out the true Cheras pheng-di-lah gangster in JC. =p

Ah Beng posing with his plastic bag of pirated CDs in his right hand. Shameless. Oh, and if you look closer, you'll notice that he's wearing white undies. (See, I told you I'd do it.) Tee hee.

Surprisingly, the music playing from the pirated-CD stalls were good! Jason Mraz's I'm Yours, Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown's No Air – stuff like that. Totally The Cu•bi•cle kinda tunes. Got us singing along to many of them, too. Haha. Ah Beng even danced a little. (I know. Sometimes cannot bring him out wan. Kasi shy only. *grin*)

Coconut flavoured ice-cream.
RM1 each. Quite ex, if you ask me. -_-

Comes in three different flavours all together.
From Left to Right: Red bean, coconut and sweet corn.

It just so happened that we each preferred a different flavour. Haha. I'm not complaining, though. Works well for the pics and helps with the story telling. =p


On our way back to the car, we got stuck looking through rows and rows of cheap Made In Thailand t-shirts. Haha. SO NICE! (Some lah.) And only RM10 each! We saw them on the way down the row of stalls but there were so many people earlier in the night that we just didn't bother stopping to check any tees out. Too many people to fight off. Sien only. But since we hit the stalls at the end of the night, we got to even camwhore with the tees. Haha.

This is the thing I loved about this night market in particular. None of the stall owners had any problems with us taking pics with their stuff. Glasses, t-shirts, food – apa pun boleh. In fact, they were smiling while watching us make fools of ourselves for the sake of what I'd like to refer to as 'artistic expression' on our part! Haha. Me likes. It's little things like this that makes Pam Song a happy shopper. =) Oh, and the night market stays open ridiculously late. Haha. Works well for our work schedule, actually. Yay!

So happy until I was willing to promote
the night market on my Happy O-Meter. =p

And gangster kia JC just had to have the last say. -_-

JC's quick response to my Happy O-Meter message.

Well boys, I had fun that night. Though it was hot, and cramped, and my legs were pretty close to breaking and dropping off by the end of the night (DID YOU KNOW THAT WE WERE THERE FOR ALMOST 4 HOURS?!), it was fun. We shall do this again on some other Wednesday. Crash Cheras for more good times, expensive ice-cream and cheap tees. And maybe get Ah Beng to try again for that pale blue, half-dice lighter he failed to haggle down to RM8 last week. =p