L'été Abstrait

A new year is dawning on us yet again. I'm off to a spirited poker game with close old friends and some wacky new ones. Have a great one, people. 365 new days. 360 rocks the world. I wanna get an Xbox 360 shirt to compliment the console...Halo 3....ooooh. I'm in love with Joanna Dark . She's solid too. :)

Let me take the time to give you a short tour of Thailand. Visit Thailand today! :)

A good pianist moves your very soul. If you're in a jazz bar or a hotel lobby, Just sit a while and listen to him caress the keys, depressing every note with the smallest and softest touch of his hands, passing through his fingers leaving only the gentle, humming tune of the keys in his wake. I myself am no stranger to music. I would hope to believe that I do have some musical rhythm in me; even if it is in the smallest sense. I play the guitar extensively... yet it brings me a different kind of joy, its an instrument where i can break the ice at parties or get strangers to sing along to timeless tunes..over and over again. But it's not the same as listening to someone play the piano from his or her heart. The piano, much like the sax is an instrument which can be coloured by the contours of the player's emotion. Sad, lonely...immensely joyous...they're all there if you really listen. It's really quite beautiful. As I lay on my bed, my throat still sore and my lips ...

For the past couple of days, I have become soul mates with my bed. I have flipped from one end to the other so often, I've started to look like a seal on heat. I've watched endless reruns of old shows, ate wildly different food, had dreams and shared passionate tales of wonder with it. You might think it's counter productive to stay in bed on a working day and for many reasons, you'd be right. But not this time. You see, I've been sick for the past two days. In fact i'm coughing so violently as I type this piece, that I'm feeling a tad jealous for that man having his tonsil operation. You see, at least he knows when he'll be up and about. I on the other hand, have a medication list the length of the NKVE. On some of the prescriptions they have such dire warnings which wouldn't be out of place on a rusted gate...in Chernobyl. But the purpose for this post isn't to cite the moans and groans of being bed ridden. For that you could go and read Ma...

Some photos.

It takes a moment to say hello, but forever to say goodbye.  I’ve been trying to say goodbye for a while now, with little or no luck.  The horizon fades away in the distance leaving only the plains; desolate and empty. That’s exactly how I feel. I just can’t let her go. The irony of it all is that I can’t say that I’ve ever had her either.  I feel like a badly wound guitar, tuneless and flaccid. She’s the one playing the tune and the song remains unsung.  She’s involved with someone else and it’s obvious that I shouldn't get in the way of her happiness. But I can’t .  I can’t stop thinking about her.  I can’t not hope that she’d call or text. My heart skips a beat every single time I hear her voice. Even the way she says hello has an effect on my psyche.  “Don’t you have a lot of work?” I asked in one of our more recent conversations. “Work can wait .” was her reply.  How I wished that I could spend every waking moment with her. But I can’t....

Disclaimer: The tale I am about to share with you, the world at large, isn't about me. It is about the simple pleasures of life, and that innocent little kid in us all. It is about the passion of life, and the wonder that is the human spirit. You wake up in the morning to see the light of dawn slowly creeping across the horizon and into the tiny crevices of your curtain rails and window sills. As you slowly grace yourself of that sodden bed of yours, you wonder if today just like yesterday would be any different. You don't know the answer to that question, yet you will yourself up regardless of the consequences. Simply because the best part about living life, is not knowing what's behind the next corner or what coffee will be offered at Starbucks during Christmas this year. You rationalize mundane daily routines as "same shit different day" excuses, but you have to admit that being where you are right now really isn't half bad. We were all born clean, and free...

As the year draws to another magnificent close and the spirit of 'giving' looms ever so nearly, I can't help but sit back and wonder how- if i was given a chance, I would've done things differently in retrospect. Honestly, I wouldn't change a single thing. In the span of a year i have.. Changed. That much i'm sure. I've rekindled friends of old, reminisced over old tales of woe and joy and made many new ones along the way. I've looked back at old videos and laughed just as hard as i did back then. We sure had our fun then; and we're still having them now. Tonight i've laughed harder than i've ever had this whole month - about something as trivial as an overgrowned, weedy moustache. I bellowed and hee-hawed for a whole 2 minutes. My chest physically hurt, and my tummy was doing a trapeze act whilst I was cramping up. It was, as a friend called it - absolutely Mundrum. It might not be the super group of old, but it was still just as ebulliant. ...

To those of you who knew the band that was, I'm pretty sure you've heard our songs. For those of you that didn't get a chance to listen to any of our songs, we don't blame you. We weren't exactly anything more than a bedroom bedlam band. Here's a short tribute video to the band that, for all intents and purposes had so much energy, emotion and creativity. I barely see these people anymore..and it saddens me on so many levels. So here's a lonely, singular toast to downsyn3. The band that made every evening a musical one. I still have that bongo guys. Unreleased Downsyn3 Video.

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....