L'été Abstrait

Some really nice photos of today. Publishing day. Month two.

NO it's not a drug. For those of you in the know, the spirit of ecstasy refers to the lady with her skirt lifted slightly above her bum, standing on the hood of any Rolls Royce. In the same vein, the spirit of ecstasy exists in every single one of us. It is the spirit to believe and the spirit of loving one another in the pursuit of ones own happiness. A glorious harmony of juxtapositions, enthralled in one single unified purpose - to fully appreciate and enjoy every single moment in life. The past few months have been a blur. I've seen more than a few people getting dissapointed in love. Whilst it's always sad to see a love unreturned, it is also a whole lot worse to witness a love unspoken. So chin up boys and girls, at least you've had your chance. Even if it was fleeting. For those of you who're still looking for that perfect partner, just stop right there. Revel in the fact that you've still got friends around you, and more often than not, having friends is...

A short intermission. My current addiction: blondes. Never knew I had a thing for blondes. I'm sure some of the boys would agree that Elisha ranks as one of the most desirable women in the world. Calista is there for my reference and my reference alone. Some like her, some don't. I found her to be extremely charming in Ally McBeal. Or probably it's just me. :)

As you get older, it becomes increasingly harder for you to find that special someone. 24. Pretty old by my standards. When I was 12, 24 seemed so far away. I honestly thought i'd be settled down by 24. Well here I am. None the wiser. More gray hair. But still as confused as I was back then. I've found someone. I think. But I botched it. I pulled out too soon. I freaked when she showed me the same amount of attention i showed her. I suppose you could call me insane. And no she does not read this blog. And NO she's not the girl from ipanema. So I can mouth off all I want. I'm tired of ruining another poor soul's life. Therefore I shall resign myself to a spot of reclusion. Those who know me, know where to find me.

Taken from one of TVs most underrated show. Dead Like Me. This is a short excerpt to one of the most moving scenes ever shown on public television. It involves two characters. Daisy Adair (the female voice you hear in the background) and Stan (the man who responds to Daisy's comments) who just died and is wondering why God let him live the way he did. He had wanted a sex change but died on the way to the surgeon. A very potent conversation. It involves religion, faith and forgiveness. Click Here to download. Give it a go.

1.) you accidentally enter your password on a microwave. 2.) you haven’t played solitaire with real cards in years. 3.) the reason for not staying in touch with your friends is that they don’t have msn/xanga/myspace. 4.) you’d rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the button on the tv. 6.) your evening activity is the computer. 7.) you read this list, & keep nodding and smiling. 8.) as you read this list, you think about how stupid you are to read this. 9.) and… you were too busy to notice number 5. 10.) you actually scrolled back up to check that there was a number 5. 11.) & now you’re laughing at your stupidity.

You wonder as you sit cross legged on that favorite couch of yours, how in the hell did you get here? Ten years ago, you were fourteen, cross eyed, hooked on One Utama and were as single as kraft. Five years ago you were in college, hard up on foosball, Indonesians and smoking in toilets. A month ago you were struggling with the infancy of a newborn magazine, a bunch of new faces and a soon to be non-existent social life. Five minutes ago you woke up sick - again. I also had messages that said, "Congratulations!! It looks fucking awesome!!" from my team. At least that made me feel a little better. Small consolation for a boy who is down and out. The bed is calling me. Must go back to sleep.

Caesar having a chat with one of his Plebians Indecents

I'm in a dillemma. Okay, to be brutally honest i just couldn't care less. I just wanted to vent my frustrations out on my blog. It's been too long since my last. I keep finding the little niggles and imperfections that make a person up. I've gone off the deep end, and dropped into a pool of shallow Hals. For instance: One of them is actually quite attractive, but whenever she smiles, it all goes out the window. I don't know why, but my mother's voice keeps playing in the background. "She has to have nice teeth." Crap. Another girl (who has attracted half the alpha males in my office) is attractive in every single sense of the word. But i just can't see it. I keep hearing the words..M-I-C-K-E-Y...M-O..oh you get the freaking point. I'm such an ass. I think i'm mentally sabotaging myself. Yes, I'm sure of it. One girl who shall remain an unnamed Libran, can't decide what to do with her life. She still can't decide even as we speak...

time running out. don't know if we'll make the window boys. you've worked so hard. you've humbled me immensely. if we can make it for the first week of April, I will honestly cry at the stands. you guys have made this happen. you guys are the real heroes. the bootie boy, that chick with her stick, the OP, the Man, the mangga thazzle..the Agogo. the victory belongs to us all. every single one of us. one more week to go. then we can all blow out the candles this weekend.

*PLEASE FOLLOW THE DRESS CODE* Strictly NO stragglers. For those of you who have already been invited, please dress appropriately. If you're embarassed to attend IN your Pajamas, then bring a change of clothes. You can don your Pajamas once you're inside. Cheers, Hugh.

What does 30 cents mean to you? A couple of sweets maybe. Half an M&M. One 20 sen coin and another 10 sen coin, put creatively together. I have to admit, these days 30 cents won't really get you anywhere. Unless it's a slap off the subsidy the government had placed on our national petrol prices to help 'ease' our troubles. An increase of 30 cents per litre makes a lot of fucking difference. Today, a friend told me that it had cost him RM85 to fill his Proton Putra full to the brim. Four and a bit years ago, it would've only cost him RM55. Four years ago we were still students, and 55 bucks was a week's worth of Dewan Seleras and Teh Tariks. Imagine if we had to fork out 85 bucks then. It's almost a week and a half worth of daily, digestible food. I still remember how we used to hitch a ride with whoever had the most petrol. I knew a friend who filled RM1.50 worth of petrol into her car, just to get home from Sunway to Subang. Try doing that today and I c...

When was the last time you took the effort and just gazed at the stars above? Those tiny twinkly bits between the dark areas and the big round ball that looks like moldy old cheese. When was the last time you took the chance to go on a holiday with a friend? You know, when you leave the four walls you call your home, and into the foor doors you call your jalopy. I gazed up once some time ago, and what I saw up there surprised me. It was a canvas filled with a million, billion dazzling lights...shining ever so brightly..like mini fireflies in the heavens. The serenity..was immense. You feel small, tiny even and the gnawing feeling that you are just another speck in the expanse of infinite space is real. We are all an array of juxtaposed improbabilities, spread across galaxies like peanut butter on gardenia bread. In Malaysian terms.. Giler gempak, Brader. I stood there for a whole minute, gasping at the cold midnight air. Raspy, foreign...and yet somehow...so strangely familiar. The win...

Tonight I caught up with friends I haven't seen in years. I've actually not seen one of them since i was 12! It was good fun. We laughed, we teared....it was definately a walk down memory lane. I got back home, breezed through my files to see what i should delete to make room for my endless collection of junk..and came across a file i thought I'd lost. A month's worth of photos in 2003. I must warn you, the photos i'm about to post are extremely funny, embarassing..or all of the above. What's the point of looking at old photos if you can't laugh at yourself anyways? Now I get to share with all of you here so you too can laugh at me and my exploits with like minded friends. Ah..the innocence of being a student... Hee. Man.. I miss Kenu. He's the Aibo dog on Maleik's arm. That's Kenu again. He went through a fur transplant. Honest.

And as the sun began to set, we reached home. The sky was a sea of crimson and violet, a scene which should remain vividly in my mind for at least a few more years. It was a day filled with mundane ramblings over work, proof readings and for some of us...matrixes (not the cool kind, the mathematical ones). We listened to one another, tossed and turned over what should be done, and what could've been different..but we all knew that deep down inside, even if we were all given the chance to do it any differently... We wouldn't have. One of my friends was going through a bad break-up, another is finding it hard to define what she's going through right now with a guy she's in love with, a close guy friend of mine wonders why i never get attracted to any of the girls i used to date..and I...well let's just say that I'm in a pretty pickle right now with this girl i was just recently introduced to... Life is a journey best left unplanned. It's like buying a happ...

A whirlwind weekend of parties, gatherings and birthday cakes. It was a great way to spend the weekend, even though it's taken me two days to fully recover from the exhaustion, sleep depravation and mad laughs .

The sequel to one of Malaysia's most talked about movie. Click Here to watch a sneak preview of the flick. Gubra (Anxiety) tells a story of love and forgiveness, its possibilities and the hopes it brings. Essentially there are two stories which parallel each other, the first is the continuation of Orked’s (Sepet’s protagonist) life while the second tells the story of a muezzin; Pak Bilal Li and his efforts to assist two prostitutes in finding redemption for themselves and their families. Seven years after Jason/Ah Loong (Ng Choo Seong), Orked (Sharifah Amani Al-Yahya) is now married to a much older guy, Arif (Adlin Aman Ramlie). Everything seems ideal in their marriage at first glance; Arif loves Orked to bits and theirs seem like a match made in heaven. One fateful morning, Orked is awakened by a distressing phone call from Mak Inom (Ida Nerina Hussain) with news that Pak Atan (Harith Iskander Musa) has become catatonic due to diabetic complications. Orked rushes to her parents’...

I had a chat with an 'old' friend today. I'm ashamed to admit that in some ways I've actually gone so far as to have erased her from my mind. I called her early.. straight off the gym and there was no answer. Typical. She never wakes up this early anyway. Except for that one time when I had to give her something out of the blue. It was a kind of present just without the birthday. She was happy even though it was an item with no real material value, just an item that meant something to her. Anyways, as I got back home, sat on my bed and wolfed down on my breakfast (2x Sausage McMuffins with Egg!) whilst impatiently watching the latest episode of Scrubs (yes, I know I'm THAT slow) she rang. Just as i got to it, it got cut off. Patience was definitely a virtue she did not have. So i called her back, and lo and behold it went straight to her voice mail. "Forget it," I mumbled under my breath. "I'm tired of being the good samaritan all the bloody ti...

What a great weekend. One of the very few (since work always gets in the way) that we're so proud to be having; surrounded by a group of exciting, young and very chatty bunch of twenty-somethings. La Bodega and Alexis served the canvas to which we splashed the rainbow of our conversations. An unforgettable weekend surrounded by a truly memorable group of people. Edit: In the previous post, I posted a comment wondering who we'd 'bump' into this week. It was a joke more than anything else. But I suppose not all jokes are actually funny. Some of them are downright uncomfortable. So I did bump into someone this weekend. She was the last person i thought i'd see, but see her i did anyways. We had small talk for a bit, deftly avoided the "why didn't you reply my messages" question (which would've been directed at me) and turned around and continued talking to our respective friends. I guess in some ways, it's a fitting end to the tale of iPanema. As ...