The Anti-Camwhore

This post isn't going to make me famous with many, but honestly I couldn't care less. And yeah, some of you are even going to say, wow she's so shallow and so petty. Well screw you, this is my blog and I'll bitch if I want to.



As far as I'm concerned, I was the original camwhore. I had a digital camera (albeit a pretty shit one) way before anyone else. Sometime in 2000. And I had been messing with Photoshop since I was 14 (read: 1997). Yes, everything I know, is self taught.

I joined Friendster in 2003. At first I had a really awesome picture of Devon Aoki as my primary pic. And while everyone had poor-quality scans of their passport/pictures with bad eye exposure, I had already posted up awesome cropped pictures. Ya I knew how to crop, how cool was I. Which then led me to camwhoring. Taking many-many pictures of myself. And way before the advent of America's Next Top Model and having Tyra giving picture-taking advice, I already knew that you needed to take hundreds of pictures of yourself to find a few that really Popped. Of course in time, you would perfect this skill and be able to get THE shot at the first try.

And this was good for awhile, I had fun experimenting..photoshop is by far my favourite program of all time.

Slowly but surely, other camwhores starting sprouting up here and there.

Dude, don't get me wrong. Camwhoring is hecka fun. I get that. And hell some of my friendships even blossomed from our joy of camwhoring and photoshopping.

Honestly though. Camwhoring for the purpose of spawning art or something..well something that has a story or SOMETHING lah..anything substantial is totally fine by me. Til today I still see really good camwhore pictures that have good compositions, good use of colours and so on and I still get blown away. I give credit where credit is due. And I sure as hell can appreciate a good picture.

But wow. A picture for pictures sake?

Do we really need to see 47 different angles of a person in the same outfit, pouting in all different angles, trying her damnest to look cute/sexy/hot? There are porn sites for that, thank you very much.

And I thought I took a lot of pictures. During my time in London, I was always the token Asian with her camera at all times. No one else had theirs, well coz they were too busy enjoying the moment, soaking it all in..not consumed about ok I can't wait to post this up on Facebook tonight when I get home. None of that. To be honest, I would camwhore only before and after I went out, not so much when I was actually out. Likewise when travelling. I would be looking for a goodshot of the people and places as compared to having 20 pictures of me with the same backdrop..to get a good one of me. Bitch please, I look good in all my pictures.

But when I came back to KL, boy was I in for a surprise of the level of camwhoring.

I went out with a bunch of people I had not seen in awhile. The minute they saw me, without even saying Oh Hey how are you, it's been so long..the first thing they did was to call me over to..yep you guessed it..

"TAKE PICTUREEEEE"

so I got in the shot, flashed my pearly whites and click.

"Nono I look grossss in this oneee, take anotherrrr,"

click click.

"Omggg I look so gemukkk in this oneee,"

oh brother. this was gonna be a long night.

so basically this was it. the whole night. the minute i sat down to have a drink,

"hey picture everyyonee,"
"my cameraa pulakkk,"
"mine tooooo!"

And it never stopped. The pace was steady the whole night. No one was spared. Every guy who was unfortunate enough to be standing near the table had had to take pictures of us. Even the bartender. Bless his soul. The best part was when I was asked to take some pictures, first horizontally, vertically, and of course my favourite line,

"Make sure nampak my kasut tau!"

If you need to know, I am rolling my eyes up so hard right now I think it might actually stay that way.

To sum it up, I had no fun whatsoever that night. More than half the time was spent taking a 101 different shots of the same people, the same poses, the same rehearsed 'sexy' dancing.. this shit is acceptable when you are a gung-ho 18 year-old in the clubs looking to get freaky with the regular club-hottie lah.

At that night, I missed my buddies in London like hell. Hana and her crazy no-rules dancing. I remembered dancing and rocking it out everytime Veron and I got together. Even Toshi was hilarious in her own way. All of THAT was fun.

Not being a resident poser.

I don't know. Maybe I'm just getting old and crabby.


Crabby or not, it's good to know that I'm no longer stuck in a bubble.

Um..Happy New Year?

Alright, so i'm a little bit behind time. Four months late to be exact. Have I been wanting to blog? Yes, very much so. Unfortunately, time has not been a friend to me..and I'm finding that I need more than 24 hours in a day.

So Happy New Year, Gong Hei Fatt Choy, Happy Thaipusam, Selamat Maulud Nabi and all that jazz. Now that we're done with the "formalities", let's get this show on the road then.

Last night I had the weirdest dream. Here's what I recall.

I was watching the Travel & Living channel with my mom. It was on Rome, that Samantha Brown show. My mom started getting upset, she said she tossed a coin at Trevi Fountain and apparently if you do this, it means you will one day return to Rome. But of course she never went back and she kept saying how it was now too late coz she was too old.

So I took her there (yes coz in my dream, I have all the dream money one could possibly have), she was happy, so forth and so on.

That's all I remembered from there. The strange thing was, after this dream.. I was in that blurred line between being asleep and on the verge of being awake.

Do you guys ever notice that sometimes, when you're really tired and just as you are about to fall alseep.. you make sounds, beyond your control? like you'll be sleeping and suddenly you make an 'ugh' sound and you know you made it, but you didn't do it consciously?

well okay, in that stage of in-betweeness, i heard a voice say 'Hey'. And I knew it wasn't me. well it didn't sound like it came from me. I was lying on my side, and the voice came from behind me. but I was too tired, I thought okay it had to come from me..and I just sort of dozed off again..but my conscience was telling me that something horribly wrong must be happening.

And then it led me to thinking that something must've happened to my mom. My mom must've died in her sleep. That's why I had the weird dream about her saying it was too late to see Rome. That 'Hey' I heard must've been my mom's spirit trying to wake me up to go check up on her body coz everyone was sleeping still.

I know this sounds absurd now, but it all felt very real as it was happening. I started to feel so upset that I woke up, got out of my room and went to her room..but the bed was empty. I rushed to the kitchen, and let out a huge sigh of relief..

..she was pottering about the kitchen as she always does, making herself a cup of tea. Alhamdulillah.


Dreams.


I'll never understand them..

Apologies..

for the relapse of abandoned-blogging syndrome. I don't even know why that is. I have been in America for a month now, but contrary to popular belief, I haven't been anywhere particularly touristy yet. The first two weeks were pretty fast-paced, meeting everyone in the first week, dinners with the respective families, getting my hair done by the family hairdresser, getting my teeth checked, shopping non-stop..and then of course you have.. the amazing eating marathons.

oh my.

There is a reason why Americans are said to have the most obese people in the world. It is because they have the most awesome food in the world. The most awesome fast food to be precise. And all those drive-thru's. You know you're in a great country when there's a drive-thru Starbucks.

Also, the grocery shops or supermarkets as I'm used to calling them are the best. Never before have I enjoyed grocery shopping until now. Supermarkets here have everything, and even serve good, cheap sushi which totally gets top rankings from me. And they're actually nice places to be in..from their decor to the customer service which is without a doubt, THE awesomest. Everyone's so goddam friendly I want them all to be my friends. I want to live here, for real. Now I just need to pack my Momma and my Poppa in my suitcase to come live here with me.

Oh and the best thing about America? SCRAPBOOKING. I know. They have specialty shops everywhere for scrapbooking. Alex's mom got me one for my birthday and for a fancy-stationery addict like myself, that's the best gift (of course I'm not complaining about the 3rd generation iPod Nano either :p) Even in their Wal-Mart's you have a section dedicated to scrapbooking and you can get all sorts of cute additions for scapbooks from themed papers, to stickers and cute little appliques to match the occasion. Am I loving it or am I loving it.

So things were going well, then BAM..puasa month. I found myself being cut from doing activities that tire me out. Now I pride myself on fasting the whole of last year in London (thanks to polycystic ovaries) and only missed two days this year due to a trip to the dentist but I've definitely come to the conclusion that fasting abroad, alone, is not easy and in no way fun.

Last year, I had classes from 11am - 7.30pm yet I still managed to fast a whole month. At the time, my Czech friend Hana reckoned that it was because I was missing home so much that I had the need to hold on to something that was a part of my culture, to feel like I wasn't losing myself. While I would like to agree that part of that theory did sound true..I'd like to think that now, after having to explain to a huge Christian family in the US of A about my reasons for fasting (which some think is absolutely hazardous to health in terms of dehydration) I find myself having to justify my religion and my choices.

Don't get me wrong, Alex's family is the nicest family I've ever had the opportunity to have met. I love that they are curious about me, I love that they ask me all these questions about my culture and religion. And if anything, it has only made me realise why I've been doing these religious acts that I've been doing and I'm glad that I've realised that I've had the right intentions all along.

Like another fellow blogger had mentioned, I am perhaps not the best example of the perfect Muslim. I drink on occasion, and do not cover my aurat. These are some of the more obvious characteristics. I used to pray once a day for a short time at least before leaving for London, but it was tough to keep that up once I got there. For the most of my life in London though, I did a very good job of sticking to Halal food, but towards the last month there..I found myself just dying to eat non-Halal chicken whenever the mood struck. And when I came to America, let's just say the greed and need to want to try all the Buffalo Blasts and Jamaican Breeze's got the best of me. I ate like a King. And boy, it felt good.

So when puasa month came, I had a bunch of decisions to make. And I knew if I made a decision, I had to stick to it. Because I had to explain to a bunch of white people why I was doing what I was doing, I knew I didn't want to be fickle, let alone be seen as a fickle person. Bottomline is that I'm a Muslim. Do I love my religion? Yes. I figure, as long as I have a good justification for my actions, no one can say what is right and what is wrong and in doing my duty as a good Muslim, it is my responsibility to portray my religion for what is, all its beautiful qualities, and not my weaknesses as its follower. An ex of mine once told me that the most important thing in Islam was the intention to do everything for the Almighty. It is a belief that I still hold on to strongly.

Secondly, I know I'm not a bad person. Call me gullible, but the story about how the gates of hell are closed in this holy month along with all the syaitan's has always stuck with me. And so the story goes that everything bad that you do in this month, is completely your own doing - and not the doing of Satan's temptation as in the case of Adam and Eve. Always being up for a challenge, I take it upon myself to prove that I am all that I claim to be. It also gives me a cheap thrill to secretly say "Face!" to no one in particular whenever I turn down a Carls Jr Spicy Crispy Chicken Burger. Ok so I'm lame, but I think of the fasting month as my reality check. It's like I give myself the liberty to act like a twit for 11 months, but once every year I make sure I'm stable by detoxifying my sins for a month. Make sense? Go figure.

So for this month, I have decided that I'm going to be good (except for the fact that I share a room with my boyfriend, I'm not about to shoo him off the bed and nooo way I'm sleeping on the floor again). I'm going to fast, eat only Halal meat, and not drink. The drinking, I don't care. I'm not an alcoholic. But the meat business is tough. Not only is it hard on me, but it is hard on Alex and his family especially his mom whom I spend a lot of time with. She has to makan the same time as me, drop everything else to make sure I eat at 7.03pm, and she has to think of places with good vegetarian/fish dishes. I am grateful that they are so accepting of me even as far as his mother going to a Halal meat market to get ground beef to make lasagna for her son's birthday. I do feel truly blessed. There are so many reasons to complain about not having to eat, but it is times like these that one should be thinking about all the things they are blessed with, for instance, a family to break fast with or even the Pasar Ramadhan just filled with delicious treats - what I would give to have Nasi Dagang right now.

So here's to everyone who is finding it hard, think too much and it will be a chore. Just think of it as self-improvement rehab.


And really, isn't that what religion is about anyways?


Safe fasting ya'll.

And we're back in 3..2..



so by now I'm pretty sure no one is reading this blog anymore for the lack of posts in the past 2-3 months, but I'm hecka bored and I'm tired of the Lindsay Lohan - Britney Spears repeats on channel 236 so I am going to BLOG!



AHHHH how nice it is to be able to write out my thoughts to absolutely no one in particular, oh blogging how I have missed you :)



I suppose it is only appropriate that I write a quick update as to what has been happening since..god knows when! The Top 10 Things that have been happening are (in no particular order):



1. Me completing a 20,000 word dissertation, meaning that I am done with my MA!!! ..or so I hope! If my tutor deems it acceptable, I will have my Masters by the age of 23..whoopdedo!



2. The weather in London finally catching up to its schedule as it slowly but surely starts to heat up in AUGUST nonetheless. Summer, is officially here.



3. I am tired of thinking about my future and am officially living in the NOW. So no, I don't know if I'm going back to KL at the end of the year for sure, but it sure looks like it!



4. I am now 72kg. Yes, I was 55kg when I left KL. I may be fat, but I make a size 12 look good hunny (this is what I tell myself when I feel like crying everytime I look in the mirror). At least I have a man who likes my juicy booty :)



5. I am leaving for Sacramento, California on the 26th of August for two months to be with Alex :))))) love you Doudou Trois *kiss*



6. I want to take up a job at a ski resort. I applied for a couple and received some feedback.. butttt some things are holding me back. So we'll see.



7. I am a complete PSP junkie now. I dream of rolling a Katamari, LocoRoco, Lego StarWars, and Bomberman.



8. I also know who Boba Fett is. I am a officially a complete nerd.



9. I miss hearing the Malay language, eating Malay food..and most of all lying down on my mother's bed watching afternoon telenovela's with bad dubbing.



10. I miss Paris. They say Parisian's are a snobbish lot but I beg to differ. We were there for Alex's birthday and to visit a friend and she was nothing but hospitable and kind (a little too kind if you ask us). She introduced us to her friends and they were just the same. I would just like to thank Anne, Isabelle, Simon, and Lola for their kindness and for making this trip absolutely memorable. They will always have a place in our hearts. <3

And there you have it! Not terribly exciting, I know. But I am getting old. And fat. And lazy. C'est la vie!

Happy 6th-month Anniversary

(29 November 2006 - 29 May 2007)

When I think about the past seven months that I've been here, it's hard to think of any memory without you. I still remember everything as if it were yesterday. From the time I saw you at Trafalgar at night from inside a car, the shy hi-bye conversations in the kitchen (not to mention the "I think he's in the kitchen now" before finding an excuse to be in the kitchen :P), watching Click in your room, the Halloween party (how Veron was part of the 'plan' to pull you meh), the Christina concert, how I was amazed you didn't pull any moves on me then and realised what a gentleman you were, you buying me a cookie and food when I was sick before we were even an item, the nights I was too 'tired' to just walk across to my room after a movie, our games nights in your room, ARTention, my Christmas present to you, Venice and Rome I will never forget how I felt that night on the deck when it was just us two looking out at the dark Venetian waters and lights of San Marco, the kiss on Plaza Venezia in Rome, how you ran back to me before immigration checks at the barrier to kiss me and say I LOVE YOU - the first time you said it, how it put a smile on my face, the empty room I had to go back to, the first time I saw you on the webcam, the tears, the laughs, the fights, waiting for you at the airport with a daffodil in my hand - how you smiled and turned at the sound of my voice before you even saw me, making sago with me in the kitchen, always washing the dishes while I cooked, how the most mundane chores were the most fun thing to do when I'm with you, having dinner with my sister, just being in my room watching TV and snuggling. You loving me unconditionally.

I love you Schmoops.

Thank you for being so patient with me. I know I haven't been making it easy for you, but you know you mean the world to me, the only one who makes me feel special and worthy of being loved. We've both come a long way, God knows long-distance is tough but we made it this far.

Audra sayang Alex :)

Disclaimer: This post was written half-way a few weeks back before holis began, but was so busy that I never got around to finishing it..so the references to 'last week' was in actual fact almost a month ago.

Why I Love the UK.

As most of you already know, the past week has been the worst since I got here. First on Tuesday, I had a presentation on what my dissertation would be on, and because I had a lack of time and resources, I just presented Shahnon Ahmad's Ranjau Sepanjang Jalan and the translation by Adibah Amin that I got off Amazon.com for frikkin £10.00 because I had already done it for a previous essay that was due the same day. So the presentation was good etc. like I made use of my PR training and went the whole 9 yards, Powerpoint Presentation, handouts etc. but it's like I wasn't feeling it and I wasn't excited about doing that. I was plagued by a feeling of hopelessness, and to top it off, I was expected criticism from the panel..but all I got was, "Yes, it's interesting to see how you've grouped it that way..it's very well organised." You'd think I'd be happy right? WRONG.

For some mental reason, I was on an emotional rollercoaster that week. I'd been so stresssed prior to that, and put in so much effort into it that I felt like the comments weren't constructive. Like okay, cmon.. I KNOW it couldn't be perfect..so what gives right? So anyway I went back upset, thinking okay..they must either not take me seriously or my presentation must've been really boring. And you know how after a presentation no matter how good or bad it is you're usually just relieved and glad it's done and over with? Well no matter how hard I tried, it bugged me..day and night. So the next day I emailed my lecturer and also mentioned that I knew it was too late coz I had done the presentation already but if I could change my topic to subtitling instead because I'm interested in venturing there. She replied that she thought it was a wonderful presentation and that it was a basis for a good dissertation but that she totally understood my POV on subtitling and said she would help any how she could. So that was one thing sorted. Gotta love helpful and understanding lecturers.

So now for the pièce de résistance: On Thursday I was still feeling bummed. So I thought, OK. Maybe some retail therapy would help. Plus it was Tehrym's birthday Friday night and I needed to get some things. So I went to Enfield Town and shopped and shopped, and bought quite a few things. My last stop was Monsoon, and I don't even go in there usually because the price is slightly steeper than Topshop etc. I go in, I look at belts..and I see one that I really like..it was soft, not like the hard, cheap belts you find elsewhere. It's £25. I breathe in and think long and hard. In the end I decided to just fudge it and before I knew it, I was carrying a tiny Monsoon paper bag with a belt in it. So I get on the bus back to Oakwood and put my stuff beside me. I get off, and get on the shuttle back to Trent Park.

As I get off the shuttle and walk towards my hall, I realise..fuck. I didn't have my Monsoon bag. I felt like a total idiot!! The most expensive thing that I had bought that day and the one thing I was actually not sure of getting was G-O-N-E. Words cannot express how much of a spaz I felt that day. Instead of making me feel better..retail therapy was more of retail injury - to my pea-sized brain and my wallet. Anyway, I brushed this off as best I could..and focused on Tehrym's birthday. So Friday was good, the party was nice etc, etc.

I slept at 3am, because I was supposed to send my sister off at Heathrow since she was finally leaving the UK for good. I woke up at 6.30am and decided I would take the cab to Oakwood since the shuttle didn't start that early. Then I told myself, well make sure you have enough money first. So I started looking for my little cardholder that had my bank card and Oyster (travel) card coz I sometimes put some money in there.

And guess what. I didn't find it. Yep. You guessed it. I put it in the Monsoon bag, along with the belt I lost. AUDRA, tu es GENIAL.

You cannot imagine how I broke down. I was so upset because I wouldn't be able to see my sister before she left. I called her up, crying and she calmed me down and said it was okay, and she asked me to sort my card out first. So I called the bank, cancelled my card. And then after I hung up I forgot to ask them about my balance. When I called them back it was a whole process of passing me from one person to another, and 15 minutes later when I finally got the 'right' person - voice message. Just my luck. So I had no cash, and no credit. By this time I am exhausted from the lack of sleep, from the tears, and from the headache. So I decide to sleep for an hour before heading to the bank in Enfield. Once there, I checked my account, and thankfully..no money had been removed. I took out some cash using my cheque book and made my way to my friends place in Enfield to get some Malay DVD's for my dissertation. On the bus, I asked the driver for hecks sake..where the Lost & Found for buses were. Thankfully it was on the way so I got off at the appropriate place.

The place was empty and the counter was closed, despite the sign that said it was supposed to be open. I rang the bell and the partition was lifted and a woman was there asking me what I was looking for. I told her, a red Monsoon paperbag, possibly with a belt, and a cardholder in it. She said, one second let me go back and check for you..and with that, she closed the partition again. Immediately, I leaned on the counter as I knew she wasn't going to find anything and that it would take awhile. Not even 5 minutes after she left, I was shocked when I heard a voice behind me say, "There you go!" I turned around in disbelief, and there I saw the woman, WITH the Monsoon bag..and get this - everything was in the bag. I mean E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. From the belt to the debit card. I jumped for joy, thanked her numerously and skipped on. I then went on to Hanie's place, Veron's place with lunch and nap, before heading to Central to visit my cousin and aunt. It sure was the longest day of my life.

Well, the point of the story really is to note my amazement and the luck of my situation. Let me assure you that if this were in my dearest country Malaysia - that bag would have been longgggggggg gone. Money would've been drained out of my account, and I would be a total wreck. Thank you to the kind soul who found the bag and passed it on to the bus driver, if you had taken the belt I would have still thanked you for saving my card but that just goes to show what a big-hearted person you are. To the bus driver, thank you for being an honest, honest man - if I knew who you were I would commend you and the Transport for London services for having such respectful staff. Lastly, thank you Alex sayang for bearing with me throughout my crazy, PMS-y self.. I don't know how you do it.. but I sure love you for it :)

Truly.. my faith in mankind has been restored.

You Are Pop Art

When it comes to art, you're definitely not a snob. You can appreciate the mainstream aspects of culture, even if you need to twist them a bit to make them your own. Whether you're into comics, retro pinups, or bold colors, you embrace what's eye catching and simple. As far as most other art goes, you consider it a little too elitist and high brow for your tastes!

What Art Movement Are You?

Go Back to *****, BITCH.

I'm stressed. I won't lie. I've been going through shit, because I'm stressed about my dissertation. And I'm at a low. I haven't been this low since I first got here the first month. But I miss my parents a lot. I really don't care much for anything else back home, but my parents..I can't live without. It pains me to know that they are getting older by the day, and that I am not there for them. To make things worse, I can't even be with my boyfriend. But that's the way it is. And I have to deal. Then, I get news from an old best friend in KL. And then I hear that some high-school "friend" that I HARDLY EVER spoke to has been trying to bad mouth me by saying, "Audra, rich girl..using dad's money and having fun in UK".

FUCKING HELL. YOU HAVE NO FUCKING RIGHT TO SAY THAT, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME! I FOUGHT AND WORKED FUCKING HARD TO GET TO WHERE I AM TODAY, I GOT A FUCKING SCHOLARSHIP, MY DAD WORKS HARD TO MAKE SURE I HAVE FOOD, I DON'T GO FUCKING WASTE MY MONEY TO GET INTO CLUBS AND GET FUCKING WASTED ALL THE FUCKING TIME LIKE ALL THE OTHER SHITHEADS THAT STUDY ABROAD SO SHUT YOUR TRAP, YOU WHORE, YOU STUPID JOBLESS BITCH WHO USES OF ALL HER FRIENDS. SERIOUSLY HOW COULD YOU USE HER LIKE THAT..YOU CALL HER YOUR FRIEND? BUT YOU TREAT HER LIKE YOUR DAMN SECRETARY? HELLO LOOK IN THE MIRROR LA OK..KALAU DAH BURUK TU, HOW CAN YOU AFFORD TO HAVE SUCH A STINKING PERSONALITY? SURE SUCKS TO BE YOU. TAKDE DUIT PUN NAK CLUBBING, HOW SAD IS YOUR LIFE DUDE? THAT YOU HAVE TO PINJAM MONEY FROM PEOPLE TO GO CLUBBING..AND AT FUCKING 24 YEARS OLD? YOU ARE A FUCKING JOKE.

breathe.

that felt good. that felt damn good. that piece of news has really made my day. you know when you're in high school and you know you're weird and that people don't get you and you feel like you don't really fit in or that you're not good enough, but you know these people are stinking losers anyway so you don't really give a shit and mind your own business? well that's me. sri amanians are the biggest losers out there, so full of themselves when there's nothing to be proud of..it's like they're all on some kind of an ego trip for what also I don't know lah. and like I always say, its easier to hate and ugly girl that's mean then a pretty girl who is mean. Like when a pretty girl is mean you're like sure, she's prolly used to getting shit her way all the time. But when someone that looks like a buttface is being a bitch you're just like yo, whats this shit.

well, that's thoughtful and nice how bitch got her panties all tied up in a bunch talking about me, i feel bad that she never even crossed my mind once, since I got here. thanks for all the profile views people and assuming things and starting rumours, it's nice that you try and associate yourself with me by talking about me like you know me so well..it's sweet. it REALLY is. thanks, but no thanks. yo shit ass ain't worth jack and I wouldn't want to be associated with you, ever. this is for all the haters, leave me the fuck alone..I haven't done anything but mind my own business and I'd recommend you try it, but then again your desperate Britney-esque attention seeking attempts would probably not allow it. so just make sure you keep those shavers away.

The feeling with no name

He is the one that puts a smile on my face,

The one whose green eyes see right through me,

Beautiful are his eyes like the sea that catches the sun,

Through it I see bliss, kindness, honesty and fun.



But for a second I see something else,

And for that second I feel something else,

Like a thousand stones tied to my chest,

It’s a feeling that hasn’t a name.



He is the one who makes me happy,

Rubs my back and looks after me,

I run my hands through his curls,

And for a moment, all my troubles are far away.



But now he is oceans away from me,

I catch a whiff from the open window,

And it takes me back to the time,

I saw him first by chance in a car,

How I knew it was fate, what else could it be?



Both attracted but ever so shy,

It was Halloween, sandwiches, concerts and games,

Movies and cook-outs before anything,

It was when I knew he was a proper man.

Unlike the others I had met before,

He was the one I needed more,

Than anything else I had ever wanted,

Than anything else I had ever needed.



And now the trees outside,

They know our story,

They remember the walks we’ve taken,

They remember the laughs,

They’ve seen the passion,

And they also remember the tears.



They’ve watched while their leaves

Changed colors from green to yellow,

Naked, to being frosted with snow,

And now, with their pink cherry blossoms.



Still they are with us, with me when I’m sad

Thoughts of tomorrow, with no pleasant answers,

Leave me hoping, for that scent again,

So I can forget, for a moment,

That feeling with no name,

And instead have dreams

Of walks in the park,

How it started,

How it should end.

The Swiss Escape, 10-13 March 2007
Was in Geneva, Montreux and the French border at the small village of Yvoire with my neighbour from Kelana Jaya, Farah and her friend Alif. Stayed at her uncle's - the Malaysian ambassador in Geneva. Geneva was uber cool, not much to do..but awesome sights. Those mountains were especially breathtaking..Mont Blanc, Chateau de Chillon in Montreux, Jet d'Eau - the highest water pump in the world, and of course what trip to Geneva would be complete without at least a glimpse of the United Nations headquarters. Geneva's THE place to get your designer watches - Rolex, Phillipe Patek, Jaeger-LeCoultre...to your everyday Swatch which was prolly the only thing I could afford but I said NO! So you can expect everything in Geneva is ON time. The bus timetables are exactly as they should be, never late or early - its amazzaazzzing.

If you're ever in Geneva, I highly recommend dropping by Montreux though and walk along the Swiss Riviera for spectacular views. Plus Freddie Mercury's recording studio is also there and it's a regular concert venue. Ah je t'aime la Suisse :)

The attack of the random
dude I can't even begin to describe this..love it! imayoutubewhore..yessaaiamm.

Would you like a pie?

"Set in Russia, turn of the century. This is dark, penetrating theatre."

Would you like a pie?
No..

But it is a good pie.

Nevertheless.

Last time you brought me pie, I cut into it with my tiny pie cutter and millions of birds flew out hitting me in the eyes and the tadpole.

It was a trick pie.

Why you no like my pie?

I JUST TOLD YOU

WHY YOU NO LIKE MY PIEEEE
WHY DON'T LIKEEEEE

WHY MUST YOU BRING ME PIEEE
EVERYDAY FUCKING PASTRY GOODS WITH YOU

MY PIEEEE..

The best piece of theatre I've seen in awhile if you ask me. :)

Merrymaking at My Place.

Calvin Harris @ The Proud Galleries, 15 February 2007

Michael made me promise to watch the Calvin Harris gig with him in Camden ages ago, so I invited my Malaysian buddies and Momo the Japo (even Cheeky came!) to tag along. We got our bed chamber which was cool, just enjoying the ambience and soaking everything up. This time around their video displays were black and white nude 'art' which I rather like actually.

whee.

cheski and cheeky. cheeky is a flippin snob. and a knob.

with my verondee. cleavage baby!

So we were mucking about, when Hanie got up to go to the bar and stopped dead in her tracks and looked as if she'd seen a ghost. She slid back down on the bed and said, "omg. Have you guys heard of the Mighty Boosh? well..the guy is here!" and I nearly crapped my three quarter leggings there and then. Could it be? Noel Fielding?? The man with the hair????? Naw it couldn't be..that would be too perfect!

So we looked over two chambers down, and there he was..fo serious. That mane was unmistakable. I was giddy with excitement, but this, being the Proud, everyone noticed him but everyone was too cool to act like they noticed him. But me being me, it's not like I give a shit about what these people think - I'll never have to see them again! But he looked busy with his friend, they had a laptop and all, so Michael and I went to the other section to watch Calvin Harris perform live.



I was in for a treat! Didn't expect them to be that good (coz as much as I love both Vegas and Acceptable in the 80s, I couldn't help but think their songs sounded the same) but mannn..Merrymaking at My Place is a favourite now. And the guy reminded me of Michael, his mannerisms and weird movements lol.

So after that, we went back to our bedchamber to meet the rest and Noel was still in his. We were hanging around to look for a perfect photo op, so the minute we saw him get up Michael was like ok lets wait at the side so when he passes by we'll get him. So that's what we did! Well rather Michael, Hanie and I coz the rest hadn't heard of the wonderment that is Noel Fielding. Turns out Noel was with his manager or something who didn't want him to take pics with us, but Noel (bless his soul) saw Michael in his funky shirt and said "It's awrite mate, he looks like he's from Sonic Youth!" so I took Michael's polaroid for him, and I asked Noel if I could have a picture pleasseeee and he was like "Yeah!" So we posed, and then lo and behold he turns and gives me a wettttt smackkkkerrr on the cheek! wooohoooooo...score! :) I'm in love! I'll never wash this cheek Noel I love you! OH MAN. That was the chocolate covered cherry on top. Good times and so what if I'm not as cool as the posers in Proud..I have a fucking picture with Noel Fielding and he kissed my cheek so go jerk off elsewhere loserssssss muahaaaa!

marry me and our babies we'll have the best hair ever. promise!

The latest edition to the Roslani family!

Isn't he a beaute! That's my nephew ya'll born on the 11th of February 2007. True to family tradition of names starting with 'A', his name is Ahlil Adan! Handsome name for a handsome baby! Lookid him!!! My mom is so taken with him she's even forgotten to call me in 2 weeks now. Teruk betul! But it's okay! Coz he is so cute!! ahhhhhh I wanna seee himmm!! My brother-in-law delivered him how cool is that. The perks of being married to a gynaecologist eh?

Imahottie.

blet.

..and these are some recent pictures of the other two jokers Ahlil will be growing up with, his sister Alia and cousin Adib. So happy lah looking at them! But then I think damn I'm old, then not so happy. hehe! Photos are courtesy of Azlan Sharom's very awesome amateur photography skills hehe thanks bruv!

oh simple times!

next to represent the country?

ahhh comelnya!!!

Valentines Day @ Half Time, Enfield - 14 February 2007

Yeah that time of year again when couples rejoice and singles dread. I, fortunately or rather unfortunately, was pretty indifferent. I am, technically single. I don't know. I'm in one of those "It's complicated" situations but I find it odd how I don't feel sad or happy or anything at all. I'll blog about this later but for now it's time to put up pictures from Vday and the package I received from Alex :)

A week before I sent Alex a package with a polar bear (which he calls Tomyam lol), a card, our Roma picture and a bar of his favourite candy. I got his package a week later because fucking British customs had it for over a week, the twats. Its funny how we sent each other almost the same things, well okay pretty standard la right the things you get for Vday. He sent me hand selected choccies from See's, a card, a box with a little beanie bear (whom I call Chilli), and two of his pillowcases drenched in his cologne hehe so now my room smells of him!

i like receiving packages!

the photoframe and picture is mine :P

See's Hand Selected Candy..mmm.

So anyway, I spent Vday webcam-chatting with Alex in the morning and making Vday cards for Michael and Valentine (it was her birthday, hence the name!). Then I went to Enfield for Half Time with Veronica, Moet and Emie and slept over at Veron's. Pretty uneventful but it was good times nonetheless :)

getting ready at Moet's for Half Time

Moet's so cute when she dances!

Verondee, Emie and Momo

Christina Aguilera's Candyman

so we all know I love her album, it's one of those albums that have more than just 3 good tracks so she is worthy. well I've always thought she was worthy, even in her Dirrrty phase she was rocking it. anyway, she's also been having really spot on videos (Hurt was her idea) and the latest Candyman is the bomb. I love her make up! and her dance! and everything! this video is perfect! I wouldn't do it any differently.

University College of London Malaysian Night 2007 - Sell Out @ the Bloomsbury Theatre

tunggu shuttle @ Trent Park

Jeremy, Ili, Veron & me scratching my eyes out. scratch.

guess lah who's Melayu and who's Cina..sure wrong one.

with Ms Bendy herself, Farahana

everyone's gotta love Connect4! don't mind the bilik the boxes aren't mine.

pigging out on dorrritttosss..mm.

cheski's random shot of pointy toes.

Makan-makan @ Ted Lewis Halls

so last Friday, the long awaited Malaysian Middlesex Uni makan-makan session finally commenced and boy was it good. everyone brought a dish, there were 9 of us..and all 9 of us cooked enough for 9 people each..so we had enough food for 20 people, with that much food..you know its gotta be good! we did the usual catching up with Malaysian gossip (yes gotta have our latest Siti -Datuk K horror stories!), lame Malaysian humour which will always be the bomb..and of course what Malaysian gathering would be complete without a healthy dose of cerita hantu! we're thinking of seting up a Malaysian Society in Middlesex, so gotta round up peeps from the other campuses..here's hoping it'll happen. Oh i can so imagine having a pasar malam in my dear Trent Park..it would be so ROCKIN!! keropok lekorrrrr sooooooonnn i hopeeee! :)

foooood...glorrrious foood.

chinese girl i dont know her name, irina, huinee and audrabodra

with my sexy verondee

Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow..

last week, we went for a HighSchool-themed HalfTime uni party at Enfield ( I went as a hot school teacher obviously, I decided to go 10 minutes before everyone wanted to leave..so well done me on a last minute costume!) After Halftime, went back and was webcamming with Alex in the wee hours of the morning and when I looked out the window..I saw SNOWW! beaaaauuuuutiiiffuuuul snnnnoowww..

snow at 4AM

Snow at 9AM

Snow fight!

SO anyways, I went banging on Michael's door and we got dressed and went down to the lawn infront of our halls and oh my, it was the softest, finest, and whitest snow ever! and it was pretty thick too! apparently this is the heaviest snow in London over the past 7 years..so I'm feeling pretty blessed. We made this huggeee snowman (well Michael did most of the hard work, I couldn't get any snow to stick heh!) and I dressed him up and made his face out of sticks for there were no stones to be found..and lo and behold..he looked like a frenchie and thus named Jean-Pierre, sexiest snowman alive hohohohh. A lady came all the way up to admire our work and took some pictures with JP and that made my day :)

my little boy rolling that snow

my miserable attempt at a snowman's head

"that's not how i roll" - in the words of dear dear alex trejo

please stick, please stick..

jean-piere! hohohohhh!!


i love you jean-pierre <3>

they call it loveee

he's the finest french snowman ever

Went back to my room and I could still see JP smiling infront of the tree from there. I also saw a bunch of other people playing with JP and taking pictures with him so that made me happy too. And then I saw a friend in the kitchen and he said he had killed a snowman earlier and I got sad. poops.