Ola! I've gone away in an attempt to balance off my stupid Krabi tan. Be back real soon with updates on weddings, weddings, and way more weddings... oh, and a mermaid.
As for the rest of you stuck at work, think of me 'coz I'll be thinking of every single one of you while I sip on shakes and run around half naked. Mmm, half nakedness...
I could've picked any song from the greatness that is Coconut Records, but this is one clip of Jason Schwartzman that has and always will be my irreplaceable happy on a really bad day (and an orgasmic bliss on a really good one).
The streets are glimmering clean, the strangers are sharing shelters, the lights are a twinkling of bright blues and reds; KL is most beautiful when it rains a steady slumber.
Yulius and I may work side by side, but we don't get much personal time to berdatings. So whenever the opportunity arises, we'd snatch it. After supporting Dennis' launch, Yulius whisked me away from the crowd... mainly because of a wardrobe malfunction aka one boob decided to attempt a peekaboo signing session with the public. He took me nearby for our first Lebanese meal, and we struggled to understand the plate of complimentary bread and chilli padi in front of us.
We spent more time trying to teach the waitress the functions of our camera than eating, and we never actually got past the puzzling plate of flat bread and chilli padi, but it's nice to know that after so many years, there's still a lot left to know, if not about one another, then at least together :)
Definitely calling him up for a second date *blush*
Today I was told specifically to wear red. Normally, I'd bash the hell out of anyone who dares to (a) approach me (b) touch me and/or (c) demand I wear red. But it was the launch of the best friend's first CD, and if that doesn't call for an exception, then I'm pretty sure a dress that not only cost me a measly RM35 but also makes me look one boob size bigger, does.
The launch was held at Shook! and was single-handedly planned by Dennis himself. As he practiced an anxiety attack backstage, the crowd of celebrities and friends alike nibbled on vol au vent and sipped champagne. We were a weird bunch of supporters; musicians with hairstylists, restaurant owners with fashion designers, family with strangers. But we hushed in unison when the music began.
He started the show with his famed composition entitled Prelude in F Minor, my personal favorite ever since I first heard it. I wish I had a recording of his heartbreaking notes and amazing performance, but I left my Sony camera at home and my phone kills live music with the vengeance of a scorned woman. But here's a video of it taken from his Youtube account.
And then the littlest figure emerged from the crowd and on to the stage. The condescending non-negotiator in me went "pfft, this kid must be some wannabe poser." But the minute he opened his mouth... See, I have a secret weakness - I adore watching people beatbox. And this kid, Shawn Lee, does exactly that. I loved his performance so much that I had to at least deny my phone of its vengeful pleasure against music by recording the last half of it.
For someone I met by accident one random day at the convention centre, Dennis sure does know how to make a best friend proud. Not only is he ridiculously talented, he's been signed under Sony BMG and is already hard at work on his second album. With nothing but a humble passion and a truckload of perseverance as true fairytale beginning, I truly respect Dennis for the great strides he's performed. I can't imagine anyone else worthy of such recognition.
And if that isn't reason enough to be superbly corny a friend, I shall thus share with you a little story. One day, as he and I were out shopping, I received a phone call. He asked me who it was, and I replied, "My best friend." He turned to me with the most betrayed look on his face, and said, "I thought I was your best friend!" I laughed, because I thought he was kidding. After all, we barely knew each other, and I thought he was only calling me a best friend because I helped him out with something personal.
An hour went by, and it still bothered him. "I thought I was your best friend... who was that other person?" It was then that I realized he was serious, and I sat him aside and told him about the other best friend. When the other best friend ended our friendship, I thought Dennis would do the same once met fame... but that was before I opened the CD and read through the credits...
It may be a small gesture, but it means the world to me.
So thank you, best friend, for giving us struggling artists hope. Keep making Malaysia proud, and make sure you buy those two gorgeous assistants of yours some really expensive bling for a job well done! Hugs :)
When I was twelve, I started writing to someone I didn't know. We were both looking to get acquainted with the world, and writing to one another from miles apart was the best way we knew how. His name was Martin, and he sent me a stuffed platypus and many boxes of Baci chocolates. In return, the platypus still sits by my side, and I kept every single note hidden within the love of learning. While he was surprised to know that we had swimming pools in Malaysia, I was fondly amazed at the mechanics of a blowfish and the lust for meat pies made of 'roos.
(picture of a Deepavali paper decoration at a mamak)
When I was nineteen, I enrolled into art college only because everyone else was going to Taylor's. I was young and I strongly believed that I had lost myself. And running away from the things that I knew, the people I knew, the comfort of knowing, was the simplest solution to faking an identity. How silly of me to not have seen the basic terminology behind getting lost.
(picture taken at the intersection along Jln Bkt Bintang)
When I was twenty one, I met a group of Singaporeans in a church. We shook hands, we shared jokes, we laughed, we got along... And then they announced, with much relief, "You must not be Malaysian." Why, I asked. "Because you can speak English."
(KL street names printed on fridge magnets bought at an art fair)
When I was twenty four, I stopped running. Because I missed home. Because I missed my friends. Because I missed the me that I had essentially assumed unworthy. Because I realized that the only person I had anything to prove to was myself.
Because I grew up.
(picture taken through a telescope atop KL Tower)
The I AMalaysian tee shown above is one of my three favorite tees, not only for its grey comfort, but also for its succint declaration of a statement most of us Malaysians aren't strong enough to enunciate. I love to travel, I love to take photographs of impeccable architecture and a picture perfect society, but when I am home, my heart finds solace in the things left aside. The perspicacious melodrone of a developing mind.
Eh, did you meet her? That irritating, conniving, male of a bitch fashion designer with the attitude of a skunk? The one that deludes herself into believing she has a smidget of talent in depicting wang in all the wrong places? Yeah that one... the one that owns a dog the size equivalent to the size of her head... F.A.T. She thinks she's all that, hey? She thinks she rocks and she rolls and she matters in our world. In truth, she's nobody. She's just the stupid designer that's aging faster than her wrinkly vintage leather bag, and who the fuck cares who her husband is anyway? Or what she fucking eats? Or who farted?
You care, idiots. That's why you're here. Nobody forced a gun to your head. But in case you stumbled into my blog mid-Googling nonsense that tags upon words such as NONSENSE, you might as well pull up a blanket and lay back... coz that's what I'm all about and darn proud of it.
Ola! I've gone away in an attempt to balance off my stupid Krabi tan. Be back real soon with updates on weddings, weddings, and way more weddings... oh, and a mermaid.
The streets are glimmering clean, the strangers are sharing shelters, the lights are a twinkling of bright blues and reds; KL is most beautiful when it rains a steady slumber.
Yulius and I may work side by side, but we don't get much personal time to berdatings. So whenever the opportunity arises, we'd snatch it. After supporting Dennis' launch, Yulius whisked me away from the crowd... mainly because of a wardrobe malfunction aka one boob decided to attempt a peekaboo signing session with the public. He took me nearby for our first Lebanese meal, and we struggled to understand the plate of complimentary bread and chilli padi in front of us.
We spent more time trying to teach the waitress the functions of our camera than eating, and we never actually got past the puzzling plate of flat bread and chilli padi, but it's nice to know that after so many years, there's still a lot left to know, if not about one another, then at least together :)
Today I was told specifically to wear red. Normally, I'd bash the hell out of anyone who dares to (a) approach me (b) touch me and/or (c) demand I wear red. But it was the launch of the best friend's first CD, and if that doesn't call for an exception, then I'm pretty sure a dress that not only cost me a measly RM35 but also makes me look one boob size bigger, does.
The launch was held at Shook! and was single-handedly planned by Dennis himself. As he practiced an anxiety attack backstage, the crowd of celebrities and friends alike nibbled on vol au vent and sipped champagne. We were a weird bunch of supporters; musicians with hairstylists, restaurant owners with fashion designers, family with strangers. But we hushed in unison when the music began.
He started the show with his famed composition entitled Prelude in F Minor, my personal favorite ever since I first heard it. I wish I had a recording of his heartbreaking notes and amazing performance, but I left my Sony camera at home and my phone kills live music with the vengeance of a scorned woman. But here's a video of it taken from his Youtube account.
For someone I met by accident one random day at the convention centre, Dennis sure does know how to make a best friend proud. Not only is he ridiculously talented, he's been signed under Sony BMG and is already hard at work on his second album. With nothing but a humble passion and a truckload of perseverance as true fairytale beginning, I truly respect Dennis for the great strides he's performed. I can't imagine anyone else worthy of such recognition.
And if that isn't reason enough to be superbly corny a friend, I shall thus share with you a little story. One day, as he and I were out shopping, I received a phone call. He asked me who it was, and I replied, "My best friend." He turned to me with the most betrayed look on his face, and said, "I thought I was your best friend!" I laughed, because I thought he was kidding. After all, we barely knew each other, and I thought he was only calling me a best friend because I helped him out with something personal.
It may be a small gesture, but it means the world to me.
When I was twelve, I started writing to someone I didn't know. We were both looking to get acquainted with the world, and writing to one another from miles apart was the best way we knew how. His name was Martin, and he sent me a stuffed platypus and many boxes of Baci chocolates. In return, the platypus still sits by my side, and I kept every single note hidden within the love of learning. While he was surprised to know that we had swimming pools in Malaysia, I was fondly amazed at the mechanics of a blowfish and the lust for meat pies made of 'roos.
(picture of a Deepavali paper decoration at a mamak)
(picture taken at the intersection along Jln Bkt Bintang)
(KL street names printed on fridge magnets bought at an art fair)
(picture taken through a telescope atop KL Tower)
