you tripped on the curb, walking along hillside drive, walking to school. i remember Rachel and i laughing. you laughed along.
the short malay boy with nice hair we used to skeeze in the 854 bus on the way to school in the mornings...
how you wore your hair short and cropped at the sides.
Sunset bay. our first foam party. my first time being groped. we fell asleep at the back of the stationary van til dawn.
a picture i recently found stashed away in my sentimental drawer. intended to show it to you when you came around. that, and the cd cover you specially designed for my 15th birthday, kept in mint condition on my bookshelf.
i remember how pretty you looked in your baju kurung one year at hari raya. only you could pull off a gold baju kurung without it looking tacky.
our photoshoot at the esplanade. You; the brilliant photographer. Me; the pouty muse.
being dragged out of zouk, away from paul van dyk. you babysat me, held my hair while i puked and passed me over to adam.
Flea & Easy. my first ever. with you.
our last date. just you and me. blue jazz dinner. long walk that followed. odeon tower. macs. long talk. longer than any we've ever had.
"Dah pangsai? Babe pls tc. Dun make urself look bad withn those ppl. U will b betr. Bt dun take too long 2 b bettr. Even if u perasan forevr young. Love ya!"
you laughed, seemingly unaffected by your condition.
you were always the brave one.
you don't have to feel the pain any longer.
no more discomfort. just peace.
You, i will miss dearly.





farhana dec 1st 1983-jan 18 2009

our paths crossed like lines on a Richter scale.

"late night frog porridge
snapped inner tubing of bicycle wheel
how we managed is a wonder!
walked the way instead
looked away when White Shorts took Mr Froggie to the back
you looked on
made a face through supper
made me giggle
kept me warm
2 cushions + balcony floor
sleep crept in too fast
night was too cool
you were too perfect."

- summer nights

The Night I Shook Armin's Hand

THE Armin van Buuren.




nuff said.

i realised a blog starts turning into a photo gallery once one posts more photos than actual writing on it.
Mine kinda looks in danger of such.
i blame it on the limited 24hours a day consists of.
Now that i have a boyfriend. Yes, i'm not afraid to say it out loud. No, i'm not afraid to officially announce it fearing that some bad juju will come take it away the moment i do.
His name is Josh. And i am in love with him. He makes me smile.
Work has been a bitch. Recession.
What recession??!
People are still crossing continents with regularity. Merely a week went by after the airport scare before hoards of holiday makers(children in tow) flocked to Bangkok. The planes are almost always full.I'm still being worked like a dog. Life goes on.
On another note altogether, i went for my 2nd driving lesson this afternoon.
I GET TO DRIVE ON THE ROADS !!
so exhilarating!
"Half clutch...minyak....minyak lagi, girl!"
Sam's an encouraging instructor. Sometimes i can't quite understand him though. He throws in one too many malay words which takes me an extra point 2 seconds to process.
Minyak by the way is the malay equivalent for oil.
Oil = Accelerator.
Went on some 'S' course today. we tested my skills on the slope too.
Not bad huh? For someone who's flung her basic theory 3 times and final theory once(and counting..).
When i grow up....oh wait, i AM grown up?!
Well when i grow older(read: financially equipped) i'd like to buy myself a vintaage volkswagen Camper classic, install a karaoke machine with cushy love seats at the back and go on weekend karaoke roadtrips! Yay!
We could have open mic sessions on each stopover. Or those bring-your-own-mic(BYOM) nights.