L'été Abstrait

Met an old friend yesterday at alexis. Will fill the story later. Photos first. The many faces of mmm...Zull... Suraya, an old friend of mine. It's good to catch up. :) Now this is how you do the "juling". Put your finger up to your nose and then.. Naem. Special just for you buddy. A day earlier instead of the lunch at Alexis one. And me. Some extra photos from Singapore.

Some of the best moments of 2005. Lop getting squeezed by my gate. The sensor broke and it slammed his body. For 3 whole minutes he was writhing around like a monkey on ecstasy. Apparently he was trying to reach the bell. After the funnies ended, we thought he was going to go King Kong on us (me and Naem). Nope, he did no such thing. He dusted himself, and walked straight in.He thought my maid wanted to "save on electricity" by opening such a small entry point. Well, no points for getting stuck! Haha. Sheridan putting his hands into Naem's shorts and 'squeezing'. Apparently he wanted to 'reach' for some 'dickuments'. I'm sure Sherry. We all know you're 'straight'. Lop losing his 'sillhouettes'. He wound the passenger window of my car to see if i had a flat as we were on the highway. He said "FUCK!" and I obviously thought we had a flat, until he turned to me and i realised his glasses had flew out the wi...

So, Singapore. The Island of expensive parking spots, ERP congestion charges, HDB flats and weather so humid i almost contemplated going around naked. I must say that Singapore's grass is definately much greener; and no I'm not being sarcastic. It really is greener. The traffic doesn't get congested easily and i went around and around the Island (since Mira got me lost) in less than an hour. The city stretches ad infinitum. There seems to be a never ending row of skyscrapers, especially as you drive by their numerous highways. Yet, I have to admit that Singapore (as an island) is fortunate to be surrounded by bodies of water. It makes the whole daunting task of being surrounded by gargantuan office blocks just that little less freaky. However, the heat is real and even the body of water actually contributes to the impossibly high humidity level. Though I must say that the view was soothing. You catch slow tugboats and tourboats chug-chugging along the river as you sip your ...

A few comments some friends of mine made about relationships recently, obviously paraphrased to 'protect' their identities, it's funny how different people have wildly different comments...here they all are in no particular order whatsoever:- "I really can't just jump into things, I really need to know her. If it takes a year, it takes a year. I don't make uncalculated guesses. I don't run a race i can't win."- Male, age 23. "Take it sloooww. Only fools rush in." - Female, age 23. "I don't believe in boundaries. She could be a thousand miles away, but there's always skype or video chat. It doesn't make the relationship any less real." - Male, age 23. "I got married for all the wrong reasons. We eventually broke up for the right ones." - Male, age 31. "Just because he led himself on doesn't make me a bad person. I can't force myself to fall in love. He obviously thinks i'm evil." - Fema...

You know how it is in KL. No matter what time you wake up, the sun will always be there to greet you. The traffic will always be at a standstill and the heat is always present. You mandi, gosok gigi and spray your perfume before you leave for work, lunch or date..and not 10 minutes after you walk through that door of yours, you're sweating like a pig in a blanket. I love Kuala Lumpur. In spite of the heat stroke inducing climate, KL does have its charms. On a good sunny day take a drive around town and see what's going on around you. Bring a camera and snap those stills. I know I did, and the first thing I saw as I got into KL was this. Pah. Typical KL traffic. If it's not congested then there's definately something wrong. Usually people get extremely edgy during bumper to bumper crawls, but I for one wasn't even bothered. I was snap-snapping away at people and cars. I was taking the horrid traffic with an alacrity that was not only refreshing, it was enlightening. ...

An excerpt taken from the multi award winning movie 'Sepet' "Not all Malays are lazy and not all Chinese are cheats you know." said Jason's best friend who is Chinese. "Ah, see that's where you're wrong. All Malays, are lazy." replied Orked, the Malay girl. The reason i'm bringing this up is twofold. First is because I just bought the DVD version of Sepet signed by Yasmin Ahmad herself/himself and because the sequel is just around the corner and the other is because I wanted to highlight how racism effects our individual thought processes on how we view the world around us. I'm not going to delve into the intricacies of race relations; primarily because I did a thesis on it for my final year and would not care to repeat it again but also because a public forum isn't a place to tackle an issue of this magnitude. I'm just going to graze the surface of the subject, in hopes that we would all be better people over time. Honestly, we h...

Sweat. Dirt. Dust. Torn Shoes. That's what happens when you try your very very darndest. Lol. First casualty of the day goes to..my shoes. Which according to our resident photographer extraordinare is way past it's life span already. Haih. Time to fork out another 3oo bucks for a pair of shoes which lasts another 3 years. But all in all a hundred a year ain't half bad though. Anyhoo, we decided to play anyways. More ball catching for me actually. Love the sound of ball hitting that stringy thing round the racket. Lol. Thwarp! Smack! Bang! Tippy toes. Come on..come on..come on. Too high..too low. I had a fairy tale moment when, at one point in one of the photos above..i tippy toed in the air. Yes, i hear most of you sigh..how unbecoming of me. Well, let's not embarass me alone here..there were obviously others.. :) Lynn was the only one who didn't knock the ball OUT of the court. Serve here in the middle not to the right..! Let me show you what I'm made of....

The first year of experiencing the full tilt of Raya Sakan was for me at least, an event i will never forget. Though i must say that the whole ride was a blur to me. 5 houses in less than 5 hours. Forty five different food choices (20 of those being from one house alone..) a myriad of colourful kebayas and baju kurungs and baju melayus...and a smattering of joy juices being brandished about; ginger sirap, sirap hijau, sirap this, sirap that...amazing. Everything was fast paced. Well everything but your weight, ur pants and for some of us...shirts of course. For today's bloggy, i've decided to do a little tale. A moving picture story if you may of the events of yesterday. I'm hungry and if you don't give me food soon, I'll eat your pants. A little bit too much food here? :) Yup, I made them all..the cookies..the mee...the... Oh dear, these open houses aren't doing any favours for my back.. Is your number still the same..do you even have my number? - damn, and ...