Went out with Adek, Afi, and Johan today for lunch, 2 of which (obviously not Adek) rarely have nasi kandar and therefore really need to know about this place. I haven't had a fix since I got back from Penang a few weeks ago, and frankly, Line Clear can't hold a candle to this joint. Zainul Nasi Kandar, in the parking lot food court opposite New Town PJ next to the Metereological Department. Best daging masak hitam EVAR, and there's sotong goreng on that plate, along with telur masin, sambal belacan, mint sauce (!), and for once, kubis goreng instead of taugeh. And papadum too. I cleaned my plate. Literally. I turned the plate upside down when I was done and nothing fell off. And no, Ili, I didn't buy nasi padang to bring back... tak cukup duit :p
Since it was cheap movie day, Johan and I decided to take in a movie and went to watch Harry Potter again (for me, not for him). I made plenty of appreciative noises whenever Malfoy came on screen - and the Katie Bell chick - whilst Jo groaned in time. And seriously, Hermione's cleavage? Goddamn, I want cleavage like that. Guh.
Bought soil on the way back home so I can replant my cacti babies, whom I really need to name all of soon. Photos of that when that happens. In the meantime, here's one of my best friend:
Torrent updates: almost 2GBs done on The Sims 2, 13 more to go T_T
Me, that is. I was in Singapore the whole of last week, and how nice it was to gorge myself silly on food, see friends I rarely get to hang out with, and actually kiss the boy instead of typing it out in texts or chats. Now I'm back here in the boondocks and I feel my throat starting to itch again (blasted fan). On the other hand, I'm dowloading The Sims 2 (full set!), and starting school next Thursday.
2 more years. 2 more years to Argentina.
¡Está aquí mi computadora nueva!
I'm sorry if you followed a link here, or still check this place once in awhile. But to save you the trouble, this place has been compromised. I'm cutting down. Thank you everyone who's kept a secret for me. Everyday I'm blown away that you still bother.
PS: tumble.
I've been asked a few times what my opinion is on the Fitna movie fiasco. Well, as Raed Al-Saeed says, it's easy to take pictures and verses of people, and use it to suggest something about anything. He went on to do it himself, in a reply movie called Schism, which is formatted and styled almost similarly to Fitna. There is no win situation.
People screw up as people, not as Muslims or Christians or Rastafarians. If I don't like a blog, I won't blame boycott bitch and butcher the Internet. How much hate do you need to have to be that irrational?
So after what feels like ages, I finally have my laptop back. And I'm 21.
clarke, minghella. who forgets 2001: space odyssey after watching it? and I remember the intense experience of watching the english patient in the cinema when I was a child, and being thrilled with the movie adaptation of the talented mr. ripley.
hope the aliens find you in space, clarke.
thank you, minghella, for enabling me to discover the joys of movies that don't do all the thinking for me.
What one object/thing would you take if your house were on fire?
I would try and haul my entire bookshelf out the window.Or just throw out armfuls of books.
My cats can save themselves.
My family will be busy saving the one object/thing they could take if the house was on fire.
I would just save my library. My years of book hunting and gifts.
Or risk nightmares of flames feeding on all those pages' sighs, how those words that had always meant so much to me disappear letter by letter, turn away from me turn black, how they droop and curl into nothing.
We played our very first show last Sunday night at ’Ceritaku/Readings’, a gig series run by Bernice Chauly at No Black Tie. Not only were we the only girls onstage, the lineup made our heads bleed: Shaarad Kuttan, Peter Hassan Brown, Reza Zainal, Farish Noor & A. Samad Said. And us. PAK SAMAD OK.
Thank you everyone for showing up and giving overwhelmingly encouraging feedback. It was a lovely crowd, size and response. We are still swooning from being on the same bill as all those intimidating men.
We may not have been political (Shaarad), adorably lucky (Reza Zainal), spontaneously eloquent (Farish Noor) or imbued with the fierce fire of several decades (Pak Samad ok), but it was nice to know that we brought something different to the stage that night.
Thank you Bernice for having us.
Dizzy & The is all systems go, and to prove this we’re headlining a gig in The Arts House, Singapore, on March 10. This means we have to concoct a setlist almost twice as long as last night’s. Come see.
