Saturday, February 10, 2007

bronchitis

i'm down with a nasty case of bronchitis. went to bed on friday night almost wheezing as i couldn't breathe without my chest hurting. aisyah woke me up at 5.30am reminding me that i wanted to go for body combat. i sat up and went straight back to bed telling her that i wasnt' feeling great. i woke up again at 7.30am. dressed. got out of the house. and walked right back in to lie down. my breadth was short and my chest hurt. i was afraid. headed to flame tree medical and was diagnosed with bronchitis!


Info source: Wikipedia

Bronchitis is an obstructive pulmonary disorder characterized by inflammation of the bronchilungs. Chronic bronchitis is often caused by smoking, and may be fatal. It is common in habitual tobacco smokers and residents of polluted cities. Like many disorders, bronchitis can be acute (short-term), or chronic (long-lasting). Chronic bronchitis is defined clinically as a persistent cough that produces sputum matter that is coughed up from the respiratory tract, for at least three months in two consecutive years. of the

Chronic bronchitis is predominantly caused by smoking, and has also been linked to pneumoconiosis, excessive alcohol consumption and exposure to cold and draught.[1]

Symptoms


I definitely suffered from Dyspnea. Did i mention that iman was down with bronchitis a couple of days before me. Turns out that Bronchitis is infectious. And my case has nothing to do with smoking. you hear?

anyways.. what freaked me out completely was while the doctor was diagnosing me, she asked- have you travelled to or met with anyone from birdflu countries?

*panic*

"oh, i'm just asking to be extra careful."

*how comforting?*

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i finally downloaded some photos. check them out


isn't he cute?

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

the colour red


i am bagelgal

first i've never liked murder mysteries. never. i didn't even know it was one when i picked it up in mumbai last year. all i knew was that i had just heard that pamuk was awarded the nobel prize for literature. and i couldn't say no to the book which in india cost me only a mere 8 dollars.

no regrets.

i've never read anything quite like this before...his perspective...fresh. his posturing between east and west. remarkable.the insights he provided into turkish history, culture and art. priceless.

if you're keen on picking a book...get your hands on this one...

Read an Excerpt


on a related subject...i'm running out of bookshelf space... i think i'll have to stop buying books..not until i get my own place...yeesh

Monday, February 05, 2007

my photojournalist friend

felix emailed me...telling me that he won 2nd place for the worldwide photoshare competition.

i think his photo was gorgeous... check out the other winning entries at

http://www.photoshare.org/contest/2006/06winners.php

Congratulations Felix!

Felix Masi

Rural deputy headteacher Jackson Kanani and other commuters wade through a flooded road to school in Funyula Basia, Kenya. Jackson, a teacher at Bukhwamba primary school, is one of the teachers facing the hardships of instilling knowledge in the future scholars and businessmen and women of Kenya. Some teachers travel as far as 15 km each day to get to school, and are poorly paid for their efforts.

Judges' Comment: This is a moving picture that talks about the efforts and conviction of those who believe in education to improve their living conditions.



hurrah champions of the ASEAN football cup 2007

it's monday morning and i'm still ole-ole-ole-ing....not out loud...but certainly i'm still celebrating last night's win! football fever's got me bad...watched the semi-final 2nd leg against Malaysia at the National Stadium...and also headed back there to watch Singapore kick Thailand's butt in the first leg of the finals! Last night match was the highlight of the week...

i spent the morning lazing about watchin telly...took a short nap in the afternoon. iman picked me up and we went to run some errands before heading to Vivo city... had a quick dinner of Long John's Silver- oooooo so sinful....my diet's def gone down the drain....and then made a quick stop at Naf Naf where i fell in love with a to die for retro black and white print top...that fit like a glove...

iman gave me an approving nod...and i could see the glimmer in his eyes... telling me to ignore the pricey price tag and to fish out my credit card...which i did. if i had thought about it some more the miser in me would have stopped me...but i was happy with the buy...

we then rushed to Zai's place at Normanton estate...oh man...it was a colonial semi-d...gorgeous...small, quaint, breezy with a beautiful pool in the front yard...perfect...i'd love to live in such a place....

together with the rest of my supper kakis...we cheered Singapore to their championship......

Congrats boys...and you too Zai!


photo source: http://cyberita.com.sg

Thursday, January 25, 2007

easing me through the new year...

the last 2 days have been tough...

imagine having a persistent head cramp...one which makes you feel as if you're skull is shrinking an inch an hour...closing into all your senses...making your head frown...your eyes buldge out from the pressure...your heart begins to race...and your breathing shortens...

i haven't felt stress like this in a while....

and it's such a challenge...even to breathe in and out slowly...pushing in as much oxygen into the chest...to force yourself not to exhale hoping that it would help you stop the frantic beating of your heart...

that all things will return to normalcy soon...

that i'll feel human again...

i've changed my skin...

to remind me that there's much more to life than this...that i should take the time to sit back and relax...to enjoy the simplicities of life...

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

back..barbeque..sentosa..cafe del mar...

i got back on thursday morning..landed at 7.30 am...took a quick nap and was back in the office at 2pm...ta jie was calling me...telling me that IE needed something quick..iman came by the office..and we left early for a good dinner at sakae...japanese cuisine was just what i needed after a week and a half of naan, naan, naan and more naan.

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headed to aloha loyang for a barbeque with iman's kk boys...was a hoot...i got to hang out with the kids inside...and enjoyed jojo's strumming of mat jiwang malay love songs...was good to be back..

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cherie and rita from bangkok were in town. so iman and i picked them up at bugis junction and headed to Fong Seng for nasi lemak...rita loves nasi lemak... and where better to bring her...we then headed to Sentosa...it was almost nine by this time...and all the attractions were closed..but they still enjoyed looking at the ugly merlion and walking around...

we then checked out Cafel del Mar...i lurve lurve lurved the place...groovy tunes...gorgeous pool...and most decadent deck chairs and day beds...drinks were on me..and we spent the evening laughing over funny stories...


next time i head there...i'm bringing my bathing suit...

Monday, January 08, 2007

My Best Friend's Wedding

Speech about my best-friend at her Wedding Reception.

When Sonia asked me to say a few words at the wedding, I was hysterically happy. Then it dawned upon me that I would be MCeeing the wedding as well. I should not also be giving the speech. I conveyed this feeling of discomfort to Sonia, and her response was, “Why can’t you do both?”

I explained that it would appear to people as if I was hogging the limelight and attention, by trying to do both. I didn’t want people to think that I “shiok sendiri”. Her answer was a straight-forward, “Yes you can do both.. It doesn’t matter what people think!”

I’ve been friends with Sonia for almost 13 years now, and that’s what I love about her. She doesn’t care what people think as long as she know’s its right. And she knows I love attention and encourages it!

Seriously. Sonia left Singapore to study in Australia at 17. Before she left for Sydney, Sonia was a, this is the truth- you know it Son so don’t hate me!, a scatter-brain. I think she spent more time day-dreaming and in fantasies rather than making sure she knows how to get to point A to point B. Sonia was a notoriously bad navigator. She’d get lost at Takashimaya without someone to guide her! I used to make endless fun of her regarding this ‘quality’ of hers! And she’d get back at me for it.

Once when we were planning a design of a cruise-liner, don’t ask me why we did that, it was one of the things we did when we made up our minds that A Math was too difficult and didn’t deserve our undivided attention, she assigned us all positions like captain, crewman. I made a strong point that there was no way she could be the navigator. Sonia laughed it off, as if it didn’t matter at all how I was being so mean to her. But quietly as she finished her plan, she drew a tiny cabin, at the lowest rungs of the ship for me, next to the waste collection, which she designed to fuel the ship- and I was assigned to shovel that biological waste to keep the ship running. That was poetic justice for her.

I’ve never told her this I think, but the thing I loved and admired most about her was her sense of imagination, the fantasies that she paints in her head and sometimes articulates on paper. If you are one of the lucky few, and I think I am- Sonia could bring you to the ends of the earth, to see a palate of colours no man could ever describe, and launch you into delirious bouts of giggles when she opens your heart to the endless happy endings that you could encounter in one life.

Now Daniel. I’ve known Daniel now for, I dunno- I can’t recall when I first met him. Most of you probably don’t know him very well. I’ve spent, well not much time, but enough. We’ve played a round of silly golf together in Sydney, we’ve spent an afternoon at an amusement park, we’ve had brunch together. You know when I guy is a great guy, when he brings you to a golf course and never makes a face when you miss golf ball five times in a row after you’ve claimed to play golf since u were seven. You also know when a guy is great, when he beats 5 other seven year old at a funfair game so that his girlfriend’s friend could bring home a gorilla you named Eshay.

Actually, I’ve always been afraid of Daniel. Look at him. He’s a tall and looks so serious. And even when he’s trying to be funny, you’re not sure if he’s joking or being sarcastic, or scolding you. Daniel also comes in a package- you don’t get just Daniel but the entire Family of Pedemonts too. Which is probably the best part of the deal!

Anyway. Returning to my story. Sonia left after we did our O levels with another good friend of ours to study in Australia. When she left, a lot of us felt the loss of a great friend. I certainly felt completely hopeless. My best friend had left.

There were many times I wished that she had never left. But today, I’m happy. If she hadn’t left for Australia, she wouldn’t have met Daniel. And what a pair they make. Daniel is serious and meticulous enough a person to make sure Sonia the scatter brain keeps her act together. I know for a fact that Daniel is a capable navigator, so Sonia won’t get lost in another shopping centre again. And Sonia’s infectious passion for life injects the little giggle that our serious Daniel needs to colour his life (urmmm I think).

To the both of you, I’m deliriously happy for you. Thank you Sonia for the priviledge of being your friend, for staying in touch all these years, for always inviting me into your home in Sydney. Thank you for US4, for Bono and U2, for Mirabella, Night Shade and god- knows-what, for Les Mis, for always being a phone call away, for understanding that my crying over a burnt pecan pie was a symptom of a broken heart and not a culinary disaster, for never judging and for being a friend!

To Daniel, thank you for sharing your family with me, and for loving my friend. For she deserves all the love in the world.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Not so New- New Year's Eve and New Year

i know...i know... it's not so new...but i've been busy..too too busy...and now that i'm in Lahore..alone on a Sunday..i've finally found some time to say some things.... about the New Year and the Old Year...

i got to see the fireworks....it was my first time celebrating the New Year with hundreds and maybe thousands of other Singaporeans at the Esplanade area...Iman and I got a nice spot with a wonderful view...

the rest of the evening was spent at zouk...it was my first time at zouk too...so this was a New Year with many firsts...

and on New Year's day...my best friend Sonia had her wedding...the Singapore leg of the wedding that is...my best friend's married and she's also going to be a mommy...2007 is going to be an amazing year... i can just feel it....
e gorgeous couple



e 3 beauties



iman, su and e pedemonts

Friday, December 22, 2006

the tale of the rose...


if you have...like me...fallen in love with the tale of the little prince and his rose...you should not hesitate to leaf through the pages of this tale of love...love which causes delirious bouts of happiness... and heart-wrenching anguish...

his fragile little rose...nurtured and trampled on in one breadth...

listen to the anguished cries of the fragile rose and understand that love is...ironically...a bed of roses filled with thorns...filling the air with a sweet aroma but cutting you...unleashing the deep crimson of pain if you grasp it unwittingly...or too passionately...

it is futile to understand love... you can merely be a victim to its embrace...

Thursday, December 21, 2006

the end...

i bade lahore farewell for the year...and look forward to my return in the new year...


i long to elope with the serene solitude of the towering mughal artistry which never ceases to amaze me and remind me of my finite nature in an infinite history...

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as i write my own...my will overcomes all repressed emotion...i let go the past...not to forget...but to forgive...
for only letting us have what is given to us and not what is not meant to be...


it isn't cruelty.
it is just.
it is fate.

Monday, November 20, 2006

its time to go again

what? it's monday already? this time last week i was sleeping off the flight back from Mumbai. now it's time to hop back onto a plan. lahore this time.

u ok? yeah. i love it. the travelling. anything you don't love? sure. i don't like having to work like mad to make up for the time i spent travelling. but its good you know? to be away. to have some time for myself in a different part of the world.

it's like being able to escape.

except that i'm not. escaping.

work wise its the complete opposite.

i shouldn't complain. really.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Day 03- I need to clarify

last post was badly written i suppose...leaving many, including my lil bro, confused about how i've gone from 5 star to No star...

allow me to clarify...

you see...i was only suppose to fly into Mumbai and travel to Pune (where the programme is) on Sunday...accomodation for this programme i'm on was arranged for a certain Singapore government agency....but only from Sunday onwards.... I arrived a day early as I couldn't get on the flight for Sunday...and so had to arrange for my own accomodation in Mumbai and wait for the rest of the delegation to get to Mumbai so we can travel to Pune (which is bout 3 hours by bus away from Mumbai)....which i did, through another participant of the programme who's from an all important Ministry with an all important office in India...who booked us into the Hyatt as there was low availability of rooms in all of Mumbai that weekend...that's how we got 5 star.

Now...next part of the story is in Pune which is a smaller city quite a distance from Mumbai...In Pune, we were supposed to be checked into a 5 star hotel here for the rest of the trip....the same hotel where ANGELINA JOLIE and CREW are staying at while they're shooting some film here! sigh....

BUT because of some screw up...and the fact that she and her crew has taken almost ALL the available hotel accomodation in this place...we ended up having to stay in the Training Centre's residence....what sucks is that the group got divided into two....the Government Agency that organised this decided the easiest way to divide this was by sectors...us Public Sector ppl got stuck with no Star..while the Private sector ppl got the lovely 5star accomodation at the hotel where Angelina Jolie is staying...grrrrrr...soooooo unfair..

what is most irritating...is that this division was done last minute....and i had initially been on the 5 Star list as I had signed up for this programme pretty early...doesn't that suck! I could be babysitting Maddox right now...

ah well...it SUCKS...but the room isn't too bad...there's broadband 24h a day...so that helps...hmm did i mention that there's no TV!...yeah.....the bed's not tooo bad... only half of me is aching right now...i guess it could get much much worse...

and hey...i get to wipe my a** with the most luxurious toilet paper ever...how can i complain?

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Day 01& 02 Mumbai- From 5 Star to No Star

SQ422 arrived in Mumbai at 9.20 am. A day early because I couldn't get onto the flight day after I checked in with T-Chien into the Hyatt Mumbai. Hyatt was the only hotel that T-Chien could get us into because conferences made sure that there were only 2 rooms left in almost all of Mumbai hotels for us- luckily, in Hyatt.

I was on cloud nine. After all, how many times in a year do i get to check into a 5* hotel with a 500 plus dollar price tag? Almost everything was heavenly, including the soft fluffy pillows which felt like every bit of the 300 USD it probably costs! Soft yet firm. I slept like a baby through the afternoon and most of the night....Check out the lovely heavenly room for yourself...

You know what they say? When you're up...there's no other way to go but down..and down i went!

Apparently, we weren't checked into the 5 star hotel we were checked into. Instead, us public sector ppl had to be holed up in the training centre's management residence...check it out....


Need i say more....siiiighhhhh....

Friday, October 27, 2006

The haze and a not so happy Hari Raya

Been back for over a week now...

Was glad to be back...but the haze really took my breath away...literally...I was coughing until my insides felt so sore...so i was in the office..and out of the office...taking some time off so that my colleagues didn't think that I was spreading a most deadly cough to them all...

Somehow being back was fun but...gone was all the independence and solitary loneliness that I had grown so accustommed to....it was back to the...chores and my mom nagging me to do this and to do that at home...when all i wanted to do was stone...

At least i got to spend some time with iman..so that was good.

Then hari raya!...yeesh..i wasn't in the mood for any sort of celebration...feeling all lazy and grumpy...but to avoid getting the parents all worked up...i did the dutiful daughter bit and went along visiting...to my granny's place and to see my two aunts after...

We got back home early which was good...and i got to chill and even go to bed before 12....but my oh my...i had the runs alll morning....spent the entire morning in the loo...from 2-6pm...
clutching my gut praying that i live to see the morning...

I did....and i spent the day in bed after getting my dose of medicine...

Hmm...things did seem certainly more exciting back in Lahore...oh well...its still good to be back.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Day 20- Guns & Sher Khurmani

Guns, guns, guns

I went shopping a couple of nights ago at Liberty market with Amelia. As we shopped, my eyes transfixed upon the beautiful shoes, jewellery and fabrics, Amelia commented ," Don't you find the men standing around with those rifles really disturbing?"

Honestly, I didn't even notice them. I hastily agreed as we continued to plough through the shops. Buying as much as our left over currency could afford us.

Later in the evening, we were in another shop purchasing a wedding shalwar kameez for Daniel who will be wedding in Singapore in December. As i paid for my purchase, i turned to find a man standing guard by the door with a rifle in hand.

Recalling the previous 'conversation' that took place with Amelia, I instinctively turned back to the shop-keeper while pointing at the gun, " GUN? Why? No Good! Gun No Good! No Gun next-time" and walked out.

I didn't notice the horrified look on Amelia's face, but when we left the shop she went ," What were you thinking, scolding the man about the gun!" It still didn't hit me what she was antagonising about when i realised that that man (with the rifle) could have taken drastic action against me if he had taken offence to what i had said.

I could have been at the receiving end of that rifle...and so could Amelia- which explained how antagonised she appeared.

Sher Khurmani

One of our new found friends brought us out for a good Pakistani meal 2 days ago. Realising the team's love for ice-cream he suggested that we tried a good local ice-cream store at Bidden Road- which was a local shopping district for dried food stuff.

We went into this little local restaurant only to have the entire restaurant stare at this group of foreigners troop into the restaurant talking at the top of our voices and dressed so peculiarly- in things that were not shalwar Kameezes.

The flavours they offered were amazing like Pine- Apple, Real Strawberry, Pistach and Kulfa (a local desert). The thing that fascinated us was a flavour called- Sher Khurmani.

As our local friend didn't know what flavour that was, we asked the waiter," What is Sher Khurmani?"

And he replied ," Sher Khurmani ice-cream."

We broke into peals of laughter and ordered other flavours instead. I must say, the ice-cream here is amazing!


Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Day 16- 2 girls out an about town

Amelia and company are here! A different change in ppl! =) And Amelia is certainly a better shopping kaki than my previous company!

Last night we decided to go out to Liberty market on a rickshaw. Just two foreign girls out and about town! We walked out and got a rickshaw with a friendly rickshaw wallah who, after dropping us off, told us that he could wait for us to make the return trip.

I must say we were very relieved that we got to our destination. I think we both subconciously were worried that we would be kidnapped and sold off as prostitutes!....but that didn't happen...
thank god!

We shopped like noone's business! I got Daniel's wedding kurta at a steal! I do hope they like it! A pair of slippers for me, a pair of slippers for Alicia and some earrings too! Amelia bought quite a couple of things too!

Then we went to Pace supermarket, where the crowd was just amazing. Everyone was out for Eid shopping. Funnily enough, it was these 2 foreign girls who they thought probably didn't celebrate Eid who had the most shopping bags!

We then stopped at Nirala sweets for me to get my Kulfi fix! I love Kulfi....its sooooo delicious. But Amelia didn't like it, so I had to gobble up the entire thing all by myself..which wasn't really a problem.

We then headed back completely pleased with our shopping escapade. I was horrified though when i got back to realise that I'm only left with about 100 Sing dollars! Yeesh! No more shopping. Only got to get one kurta for Imans younger bro..and maybe cookies for home.

I've put a restraining order on my shopping....or maybe just for another earring or two!

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Day 15- Communication Breakdown

The drivers hanging out outside the office.

I get car-sick here. Mostly cos the weather is really hot, the air-con sometimes whirrs to a slow warm death, and the roads are bumpier than a motorcross GP circuit. So i sit in the front seat next to our driver, and enjoy the air-con blast at me with the full force of one of those mini hand-fans people carry about foolishly.

Anyhow, I've created a bond with one of our drivers Arshad. Arshad is this really gentle-spoken doe eyed man with the sweetest smile ever. He calls me Nur...not like Nor..but a gentle Noooooor.. cos Iva just doesn't suit him i guess.

Well, Arshad and I have developed our own communicating style. I speak a little Urdu, and always take the opportunity to give him instructions like, “Office, Janna. Challo!” (We’re going to the office, let’s go!) or “Swera janna, ek minute” (Let’s go the the Swera supermarket for a minute).

Besides little word like this, we get along with an absurd amount of body language that we both look like monkey trying to pick fleas from our own backs! Arshad is also my tutor as I try and read the Urdu words in Arabic script, and I think he’s quite pleased with my Urdu progress so far.

Talking about communication breakdowns, PL is trying her best to communicate too. She’s picked up a little bit of Urdu, but certainly not enough to get into any sort of debates with anyone.

Today’s Friday and is usually a half-day for all government offices. But the officers in the department we’re attached to work real hard and stay for most of Friday, after their Jum’at prayers.

The office also has a group of drivers and it dawned upon us that perhaps the drivers would not be able to go home until they sent us back. We really didn’t want to hold them back, so PL decided to go verify the information.

She went outside where the drivers hung out and started what looked like an airport runway!

She started with- “You go home, I go home. I not go home, you not go home?” with her hands flaying about as if she was desperately trying to land an A380.

The drivers got up and also started to wave their hands about asking, “You go home, I go home. I not go home, you not go home?”

This was obviously not working. But being a determined woman, PL persevered in her effort of bridging the communication gap with even greater arm movements, and exaggerated facial expressions!

Finally, after five minutes of this being repeated back and forth, PL did what every wise person would do. She gave up.

“Nevermind, Tik Hey (Its OK!), Bilkul Tik Hey (Everything is alright!). Shukria! (thanks!)”

Day 13- You don't want to have your car towed!



Yup, this is how they tow a car!

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Day 12- Stuck in a Jam


Traffic can be really bad here in Lahore. REAL BAD! And the driving? Even worse! But what I really admire about the people here is that the bad traffic doesn’t faze them at all. You don’t get screaming and shouting, and cussing! Ok maybe it’s because I’m always driving with the government drivers and they probably aren’t suppose to cuss in front of foreign ladies!

But I’ve noticed that they’re generally laid back, and relaxed. At most, they let out a quiet, ‘Tsk!’ or even better, shake their head and grin at me about the absurdity of the driving conditions and ‘techniques’ here!

This evening, I went shopping. And we decided to chuck the hotel car and go local. We went on a rickshaw, which isn’t the traditional and typical Singapore rickshaw but really a smaller tuk tuk! On a diesel engine that revs so loud that it feels as if the gear box would just explode. It was a really bumpy ride, I was giggling out loud as we bounced around. On the way there, PL, David and me, squeezed into the back like a tin of sardines. It was hilarious.

On the way back, we decided to take the bigger one with seats facing the back. It was a hoot, because the drivers and motorcyclist were staring straight at me and PL while they drove through the traffic. I love the people here, they’re so friendly. So we were waved at by young men, older men, older ladies-all happy to say hello!

Even shopping is such a pleasure, they always welcome you to their shops and never fail to smile and say, ‘It’s ok!’ when I say sorry when I don’t like shoe designs, or the kurtas are too gaudy!

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Day 8 - My Heart Will Go On

I rolled out of bed at about nine plus and joined PL and David for breakfast. Well they ate and I watched. Still fasting! =)

I was all psyched about the F1 Shanghai Race that started at 11am. I watched Alonso pick up the lead and Kimi, fight his way to 3rd position from the armchair before deciding that the bed would be more comfortable. Bad move, next thing I knew I drowsily saw Schumacher take the lead before I fell back to deep sleep. I only woke at the chequered flag, disappointed that Schumacher took the win, but consoled that Renault took first and second place. So that wasn’t too bad.

Then I flipped channels and found Titanic showing. WRONG MOVE! All I could think about was MY Jack, my darling… and before I knew it, I was all tears- desperately missing my sayang. So I grabbed my phone and was slightly consoled by his sleepy voice.

One week down, 2 more to go.

After the movie, I got on my lappie and did work to keep my mind off things. Went out for dinner to a Chinese restaurant, where we had some good clear chicken soup. And Sweet and sour fish, with a chicken dish, that tasted like it was sweet and sour too! Yeesh! But the change was good.

Hit a sweet shop after and had some raas malai. By that time, my tummy wasn’t feeling good again. And I spent the rest of the evening finishing some work, while a glass of Eno kicked in helping some trap air release itself- if you know what I mean!

And then…and then….guess what came on the TV? BEVERLY HILLS 90210! Hahahaha! A tv show from the 80s! Or was it the early 90s!!!!

Ok gotta go…Iman just called! Allah Hafeeez… (bye)…

Day 7 - In Love

A week, spellbinding.

Everyday, I fall deeper and deeper in love with this old city. There is a certain charm and character that I have grown to respect. A warmth that makes my heart glow as I walk the streets at night.

Last night, we explored the chowks (markets) reveling in the beauty and splendour of woven wonders of silk. Storekeepers ever ready with friendly smiles beckoning for me to touch the rich fabrics, to sample their wares. Entranced by the glitter of the silks that hung before me, enchanted by the smiles that lined the dusty streets.





Dinner.
Into the old walled city we ventured. Near the back alleys of the red-light district where the dancing girls of Lahore, many moons past, threw back their heads in pleasure as they enticed and entranced. Up a narrow staircase to a rooftop restaurant overlooking the fort and mosque. The mosque lights lit up the night, while the Imam melodiously filled the still-night air with terawih verses that stirred both appetite and senses.





I’ve fallen in love with this enchanting city. Beneath the dust, I’ve found a treasure I hope always to keep close to my heart.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Day 5 - Room Service

Part 1

There isn’t a hot water boiler in the room. Every time I need a hot drink, I’d have to call for room service. The water is free but a tip is always expected.

A request for “Some Hot Water” to be sent to the room, usually comes with a pot of hot boiling water hidden under a hideous tea cozy (I thought tea cozies when extinct a long time ago), a cup and saucer; and a spoon.

Two nights ago, I thought it would be a good idea to have some oatmeal in the evening for supper.I called for room service and asked specifically for, “some hot water, brown sugar and please, don’t forget the spoon”.

I wanted some sugar for my oatmeal, and remembered also that room service had forgotten to bring me a spoon once.I wasn’t about to use my hands to eat gooey hot oatmeal.

When the waiter arrived, he came exactly with that- hot water, sugar, and a spoon.
No tea cup! I had oatmeal in the little bowl of sugar satchets that night.


Part 2

There’s a room service waiter I’m terribly afraid of. He’s a tall, thin, gawky fella with a thick bushy moustache and a matching set of eyebrows. The first time he entered my room balancing a tray of hot water and tea cups, he paused looked at me asked me how I was and entered the room, saying:“You can close the door, madam”.
As if he was going to put the tray down, flop on the bed and say (while smoothening the sheets in a beckoning fashion)

“ Aja …Aja… ” (come here, in Urdu).

Not that I was contemplating it at all, but the thought, “Hmm…I don’t think Iman would approve of this” did flash across my mind.

I smiled and said,“Hmm.. no it’s ok”.

Since that first time, everytime he came to send me water, he’d ask me the same-
to close the door. And once, he turned to attempt to shut the door while I half-squealed out in anxiousness,“No, it’s ok”, reaching out to keep the door open.

He still sends me water, but now I hold the door firm and stay by the door while he comes in and out of the room.

I think we’ve established that pattern.

Now, all I have to do is get used to him leaning into my face and asking me,
“Is there anything else you need, Madam?”.

“No, not at all. That is fine, thank you.”

*slam*




Picture of PL and the jolly-not-so-green Giant

Day 4 - Iftar, Iftar, Iftar, Iftar

It’s been really hot.
Yesterday work was so tiresome because we had 5 meetings at different locations in the city and spent so much time traveling.
Hot sun, air-conditioners blowing hot air into a van bumping up and down, lunging to and fro made me feel really really sick.
PL was nice enough to let me go back to the hotel early while she handled some contract stuff, before our post Iftar meeting.
Yeah, post Iftar meeting.
Then tonight we started our Iftar dinners.
It’s unbelievable and I find it ridiculous.
See, we started off by offering to host Iftar for our Pakistani friends and counterpart team.
They then thought that they should offer to host us.
Then their bigger Boss said that he should host them too.
So now we had Iftar tonight, we will have Iftar tomorrow and Iftar the day after.
All with the same people!
Man… If we’re not bored of each other yet, we’re going to be quite, quite soon!
Well, I didn’t really enjoy the Iftar today- although there were piles of Jallebi and Gulab Jamun, naan, karis and other most delicious looking stuff- including sushi that looks like plasticine! Really!
I had a Gulab Jamun though (yes, Hun..they were gorgeous)…
And had a tummy ache soon after.
No No…not cos the food isn’t good, but because my tummy is never good during the fast.
Had cramps the entire time, and felt myself bloat up with gas, that slowly seeped out of my ears like a balloon very slowly deflating.
Well, I’m not sure if I’m looking forward to dinner tomorrow.
It will be with the same people. Hope my tum-tum feels better soon.
It’s Day 5, I’m desperately missing home, missing my family, my cat, my friends, gossiping and..
My sweetheart….

15 days to go, it ain’t that bad!

Thursday, September 28, 2006



Amacam brader?

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Lahore - Day 2 (Jihad and Banned Blogs)

I just found out today that-
BLOGS are completely banned in Pakistan!
I can't read anyone's blogs! Isn't that terrible?
Hmm....well i gues this is what you get in a country that is so tightly controlled with soldiers hanging out at every corner!
I'm so frustrated that I can blog but not read anyone's blogs! Yeesh...

Anyways....
Today was the first day of fasting here...
And i woke up at 3.45 am to have a bottle of water and 3 pieces of marie biscuits before waiting for the azan from a mosque nearby and compeleting my fajr prayers...
Its so hot here that my lips are beginning to chap...
Eating in public is against the law here too...
So PL and D had to 'fast' along with me...
Eating just a tiny snack at 3pm...
We arranged to meet at the hotel cafe a little after buka, so that I could just have a cup of Milo and some dates, do my Maghrib prayers and then have dinner...

Guess what...
As i heard the call of the azan, I sipped my hot milo, tasted the sweetness of the dates unfold on my tongue, and realised the tears streaming down my cheeks
Looking into my lonely reflection,
I could only see the rosy smiles of my family,
the wonderful chatter,
and the warmth their presence brings to the iftar,
thoughts of hunger for food and water,
seeped away quickly,
replaced with a cold loneliness,
desperate for the warmth of family.

Lahore - Day 1 (Yellow Chickadee)

We took off just about 4pm… 20minute delay waiting for connecting passengers from Korea.
Kris Flyer Entertainment system kept me amused during the flight to Karachi. The Korean film, Art of Seduction, got me guffawing out loud a couple of times. Then I helped Akeelah win the spelling bee. I liked the spelling it was fun and at time befuddeling…befaddlin….befuddling! =)

Karachi to Lahore, I slept so soundly only the hard landing of a Boeing shook me up from my sleep. Besides the ice-cream, the flight was uneventful. Checked into PC Lahore and found out that Ramadhan starts a day later here, because the moon hadn’t been sighted. That’s the coolest thing ever for someone like me who’s Hari Raya celebration has never ever been ruined, delayed or brought forward because of the mysteriousness of the moon. But hey, CNN showed that almost all the Muslim world has started fasting. Maybe there are some thicker clouds around these areas.

Well, I thought I could sleep in this Sunday, but guess what we had to go in for a meeting. On a Sunday morning! I thought Singaporeans were bad, but these are some really determined Pakistanis. Meeting went well.

Then we headed for lunch, and decided to explore and go out of the hotel, and use one of those ‘private taxis’. PL, me and D almost got cheated. See, what happened was that another man negotiated for the taxi driver, and he said 300 Pak Rp (bout 7-8 dollars) for a return trip to Fortress road (where the food was) and back to the hotel. When we got out of the restaurant, we thought- let’s walk around for a bit and check out the shops before heading back. The driver than shouted to us that he would charge for waiting another 200 Pak Rp. PL said in not quite so direct terms- go to hell. I’ll pay you 150 and you can go off, and we’ll find another ride back. The guy looked miffed but agreed.

Then after our walk, we saw a group of Chinese near his car. Now he wanted us to pay 200 and he would go off to drive this group of Chinese around. By this time, I had had enough. First, he’s acting like a big time hustler, and his car wasn’t exactly a limo it was a tiny yellow Suzuki hatchback about the size of a Kancil- a little chickadee. So, I told him off and said we’d only pay 150 (and by this time, was also had to pay for 20 for his parking). It slowly got heated and I started shouting at him. He was also trying to get this security guard to help him out. The guard was quite amused at me and PL who’s a tiny Chinese woman shouting quite ‘garangly’ to this big burly Pakistani man. D who’s a old white ang-moh just observed, letting the women do the talking (what is it with men nowadays? Gone are the good ‘ol days of the knight on the white horse coming to save the damsels in distress).

Anyways, he finally barked at us to get into the car and drive us back to the hotel (He left the other group stranded). Once we got there, we handed him 320 exactly, and got out. He then asked for another 100. I shouted ‘Nehi’ and then walked off in a huff.

We’ve decided, that it may be better to just pay more for the hotel car and save the effort of haggling. I love our public transportation.

(Taxi uncles- I’m sorry I ever complained about expensive taxi fares in Singapore, and grouchy bad drivers. You guys are angels compared to taxi drivers here!)
By the way, the food is gorgeous. But tomorrow my jihad begins. It’ll be quite an experience, I’m sure.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

what i want from you

bagalsnob was asked...what do you want from me?...and this is what bagelsnob wants...

This is what I wanted from you yesterday.

I wanted you to say- after you heard me tell u that I didn’t like you meeting your friend yesterday, that you wouldn’t because you think it is more important to spend more time with me (who's flying off for a long time on Sat) and NOT because you think I’ll get angry.

When I said, ‘I don’t like it, but I don’t have to like everything’- I had hoped for you to say- no, it’s important to me that you don’t have a problem with anything I do, because I respect you and it’s important that we are both always happy with what each other is doing.

I want you to understand that sometimes when I say its OK, I mean no its not OK…and even when you ask me- are u sure it’s OK…and I answer Yes I’m sure it’s OK…I still mean its not OK…this applies vice versa too.


When I called you and realized that you are the kedai kopi, I had hoped for you to understand that my upset voice saying nevermind it’s noisy, would signal for you to go to a quieter corner and call me back.

I didn’t want you to discontinue the sms conversation we had and leave it hanging.

I wanted you not to let me fall asleep angry, cos it would mean that I would wake up angry. I don’t go to bed and forget things the next morning. It always just makes it worse.

This is what I wanted from you this morning.

When I said this morning, that I had hoped for you to think 2 steps ahead of me, I had hoped for you to ask me what I meant by it, or ok…instead of keeping quiet, and signaling that you are upset and irritated with what I said, or completely ignoring it.


This is what I want from you all the time

To understand that I don’t ‘throw tantrums’, I get upset about things because there are legitimate things to be upset with, even if you don’t think so.

I want you to put yourself in MY shoes and think about what I’d like or not like.

I want you to think about the things I do for you, and think about why I do those things for you- and whether maybe- once in a while I expect you to do the same for me.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

seeking solace and solitude

soon i'll be able to seek solace and solitude in lahore...
to escape everything that traps me...
holding me down... drawing on fears and insecurities...

soon i'll be able to seek solace and solitude in lahore...
to hear my heart beat to the rhythm of my thoughts...
emptying my being...reexamining my soul...

soon i'll be able to seek solace and solitude in lahore...
healing this broken spirit... dismissing regrets...
forgetting disappointments...

soon i'll be able to seek solace and solitude in lahore...
and yet it cannot come soon enough...

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

a birthday email

this morning, at the stroke of midnight, someone special lullabied me to sleep with the sweetest most sincere rendition of happy birthday....

on the way to work i received many SMSs from many of my closest friends including one from Zul all the way in Hanoi...

at work...i had an email from Washington...Seoul..Azerbaijan...Moldova...and Iraq...all with well wishes for the year ahead...

Felix from Kenya sent me a touching email...with a beautiful birthday present attached....read on...

today i turn 27 as the world watches on...and some of it...celebrates with me....

Felix. Photo taken in Indianapolis, USA. Summer 2005


Dear Iva,

Happy birthday to you!!!

I recall the last day in Santa Fe, we symbolized the world coming together as One, a birthday without terrorist scare and alerts!

Iva what surprise do you have for us? I could start saving for your wedding, if you propose or he proposes today!!!

May I take this chance to wish you Good Luck, Peace and Fun on this special day in your life, I will buy candies, chocolates and share with a family on the streets of Nairobi to celebrate your birthday as my gift to you Iva.

Iva we Love you and we join you in celebrating your Birthday from all over the world, there is nothing special like the world celebrating one special life.


Lets keep the flame and exchange ideas and encouragements all the times.

One Love, Felix

Monday, August 14, 2006

the weekend...


i had a nice weekend....nice bordering fabulous....

oooh but let's go back to National Day....my favourite local holiday....it was nice to be able to celebrate in Singapore...last year i spent National Day on United Air from Hong Kong to Chicago...brooding away....depressed that I would miss the festivities which i so love...the marching...the F16s...the apaches... the fireworks....

i remember Aaron saying to me last year..."You're really quite Patriotic, aren't you!"...after complaining endlessly that the US embassy arranged for me to fly out on National Day....

anyways...this year's was spent quietly...iman and i went for a late lunch of sup-tulang...(how much more Singaporean can you get?) at Beach Road...and then headed to...well...one of our favourite spots... to just enjoy each other's company...and hey...we got to see the apache's and the F16s fly over us before heading to the National Stadium....

I loved it...loved it soo much...the soldiers in the crisp ironed uniforms...the beautiful state colours...the marching...the singing...everything...

i didn't get to see the NDP fireworks...live that is...

but iman brought me to Marina to watch the last of the fireworks exhibition...the last time i watched this was 2 years ago with Dr F...and we only watched half of it...cos we were late...and also half of it cos it was half blocked by the Durian spikes of the Esplanade...we were so standing at the wrong spot....but iman...iman got it perfect...

it was hilarious really....

ooooh......

ahhh.....

tsk tsk tsk.....

so nice....

it was such wholesome Singaporean experience....could've brought tears in my eyes...and i'm sure it did bring tears to the eyes of the Singaporeans who thought they had the best seats in town when they decided to dine al'fresco at Spaggedies Marina only to find their view blocked by hordes of kiasu Singaporean's fighting to get a good spot to check out the fireworks display...

i'm proud to announce that I was one of those kiasu Singaporeans who elbowed her way through...

i'm feeling better now....can u tell?

Sonia asked me...iva are you manic?... my answer...no...just melodramatic!

Saturday, August 12, 2006

empty (part deux)

it's saturday...and i'm at work...


i feel better today....

like the emptiness has washed over...

yet...the feeling still stays with me...

but in a comforting way...

as if there's a place i can return to...

where i can dwell...

and let my thoughts wonder...

where i can feel lonely...

and empty...

for as long as i need to be...

before returning into the arms of those who love me...

Friday, August 11, 2006

empty

when things slow down...

when the deafening loudness quietens...

an emptiness washes over...

quiet and hollow...

ever present...

masked by the noise...

the routine...

but there....

nevertheless...

i can't stop but fill myself....

and immediately let it pour out...

so that the emptiness becomes comforting...

the emptiness becomes a friend...

empty...

Thursday, August 10, 2006

ice-cream frenzy

i've been busy....

what's new?

but last week i was busy selling ice-cream...which was an experience that i truly cherish...

you see...i was tasked to head a committee set up to organise an Appreciation Lunch for staff in our organisation...not only did we have to plan the lunch and the entertainment that came with it....i was also tasked with spearheading our organisation's effort to raise money for the President's Challenge 2006.

The target- $8,000.

We sold ice-cream, cookies and our Senior Management sportingly agreed to do really silly things like wear a whipped cream beard and/or dance the hula, etc to raise money.

My favourite was the ice-cream challenge. We had 3 colleagues who pledged to eat a cup of ice-cream for every $10 raised. We raised quite a bit. And my colleagues had to eat 20, 15 and 12 cups of ice-cream each. It was hilarious and it was a lot of fun.

It added much needed cheer and excitement. And guess what? On the lunch itself, we managed to hit our target!

There were several bumps, it was hard work, filled with our blood, sweat and tears...but the end results were certainly worthwhile!

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Perfect Pattaya

Perfect.

Pattaya was absolutely heaven sent.

It had been a gruelling month at work...and I desperately needed some escape...some release from the pressures of working life...

Pattaya was not too far...not too near...it offered a heaven of peace...i was smart enough to choose a resort far enough from the red lights of Pattaya beach...but close enough that I could revel in its nightly energy when i chose to...

I read...I slept...I sunbathed...and I enjoyed massages....


3 massages in all....in this beautiful little Thai traditional massage pavilion....it was spectacular...it was breadthtaking and it made me feel like a million dollars...

but i'm back to the madness that is work....refreshed...but longing...longing to return to that oasis of calm that my spirit visited in perfect pattaya..

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Emergency Rescue...Gombal


BREAKING NEWS!

HEAD OF AMIN ABU FAMILY RESCUES BELOVED FAMILY PET!

Last night, at approximately 11.15pm (Singapore Mean Time), Mr Amin Abu returned home from a days work to hear the helpless mews of the family pet. Mr Abu followed the faint sounds into the kitchen and found that Gombal, the 1 year old family cat, was stuck in the gap between the wall of the kitchen and the roof. Gombal looking frightened out of his wits, looked down helplessly mewing for help.

Mr Abu reached up from a chair and tried to pull Gombal down. However, Gombal was too frightened and resisted the rescue effort.



Mr Abu had to apply his wit and intelligence to think of a solution. He finally decided to use an overturned basket to cajole Gombal down. From the basket, Gombal climed onto the top of the refridgerator, and finally made his way down via the basket 'ladder'.



Meanwhile, Mr Abu's eldest daughter looked on, in glee.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

national youth forum...06


i find myself...in positions of influence...

i won't lie...i love being able to speak my mind...to feel that i can impress my ideas and opinions on others...especially the young...

but the responsibility is a tremendous one...and sometimes i wonder how i bear it...

often...speakers impress the importance of how their opinions are their own...but we always underestimate our opinions effect the impressionable...

i remember being impressionable...and having my opinions shaped by speakers at forums and dialogues....its amazing that i now find the positions and roles reversed...

a responsibility i'm willing to shoulder...no matter how tremendous...

Thursday, June 08, 2006

letting go...yet holding on...

yesterday....memories of a special time came flooding back...filling my soul with nostalgic tears of hopes...hopes withered away...by the cruelties of time...and of distance...

i know...that i have to let go...and yet...as my heart continues to beat...
i realise that instead...
i have clung on ever more desperately...

the time has come...to let it slowly go...
not to be forgotten forever...but treasured as special moments of happiness...
in a past...
that can no longer be...

jagi...its time for both of us to let go...

goodbye newyork...


goodbye niagara


goodbye D.C


goodbye SFO


goodbye LA, Pittsburgh, Bangkok, Ayutthaya, Sukothai, Chiangmai, Chiangrai, Seoul, Sacheon, Gwangju....

i look forward to new things...new moments to remember...

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

he who made me smileth...


this morning....

someone made me smile....

twas he who made me smileth...

Friday, June 02, 2006

photos...photos



i finally took some effort to log on and check out alicia's wedding photos..
.yes yes it was in March..but still...it was a beautiful wedding and i'll remember it forever.... =)

love u ali...wish u all the best in happiness...and everlasting..lurve....

Joanne, Alicia and Me...doesn't she look the part of a tai-tai?

!

this is me getting a good fistful of a warning to stop calling her an 'or-bit' auntie who i wouldn't be caught alive with at Orchard Road

Mas, me and the beautiful couple...gosh I miss Mas..he still looks like his 16 doesn't he? yeah right..! like multiply 16 by 2.5 i think! hahahahhaa.....

Joanne and I at the wedding dinner...which i mc-eed....this is the only decent pic i have... cos i was wearing a dress too tight for me to breathe in... and all the other pics have been embargoed for I's eyes...only... =)

all in all...a beautiful wedding....

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

illnews...

ill....again....

god knows why...i keep falling ill...

i woke up on monday morning...feeling as if i my skin wasn't put on quite rightly... something was a miss...my body ached...my skin tingling...i didn't feel the usual bounce in my step...although memories of the evening spent before left me smiling...


i dragged myself to work...it was the last day of my Indon programme...and we had a nice farewell lunch at Tambuah Mas at Tanglin...it was a gorgeous spread...which i couldn't quite enjoy...although i managed to stomach the avocado milk-shake...my absolute favourite Indon beverage...

We returned to college...for the closing which went well...it was one of the Indons birthdays and we planned a surprise celebration during tea time...she broke into a fit of tears...hugging me in thanks and bawling her eyes out...her family were in Jogja and we incontactable...she was feeling forlorn and alone...and having someone celebrate her birthday proved too much for her...i teared along with her as she sobbed...but later she was all smiles...it made me happy...

Embak....our prayers are with you and your family....

I returned home...my body filled with chills...a fever coming...i swallowed a cocktail of panadols and slept the evening away...

I awoke the next morning at 5...feeling feverish but dying to get to the gym for Body Pump...i dressed...and was almost out of the door...when my mom asked me why i looked so pale...she touched my forehead and sent me promptly back to bed...

and there i stayed till i visited the doctor..that proclaimed me ill...too ill for work...

Friday, May 26, 2006

idols idols...

its been a quiet friday spent in quiet reflection...

i was asked a simple question today...that had literally stumped me...one of our local Malay magazines is doing a feature on Idols...wat with American Idol fever just warming us up for Singapore Idol fever...that's just about to begin...i was asked...who my idol was?

and i was stumped...i've never really idolised anybody before...i have tremendous respect for many people...but idolise them?...

i thought...and i knew who i most admired...well his works at least...it was my all-time favourite author....the infamous...Salman Rushdie...who's novel 'Midnight's Children' changed my life and my attitudes towards life a an early age of 16...

But to declare this author of 'the Satanic Verses'...this man who's renounced Islam...who had a fatwa against him...as my IDOL... was certainly unacceptable in the eyes of the conservative Malay Muslim community of which i am a member of...and i certainly am not keen to renounce my membership from the community in the near future...

Anyhow..I thought about it...i idolize his writing...his works...not himself...or the kind of person and values that he upholds...in fact i don't know them...

so i thought some more..but all my 'idol's' are politically wrong...

machiavelli for his cunningness....and wit...and his lack of fear of prosecution...

mao for his intelligence and superior ego...that had moved a country to profess him as the sun that never sets...

kenneth waltz...for converting me to a neo-realists...

was there something wrong with me...other ppl have robbie williams as their idol...pele...kofi annan...britney spears...taufiq? but me?....

and then i remembered...reading about a lady...who sparked off the civil rights movement in America...the poster girl of the movement...who stood up for what she believed was right...who stood in the face of adversity and of danger...who risked her personal liberties to make a point..

Rosa Parks...the lady who refused to give up her seat white woman..aon 01 December 1955...an act that precipitated the largest and most successful civil rights movement at that time- the Montgomery Bus Boycott...which finally led to the successful civil rights movement....

Now this is a lady..who's values i share...who's guts and gumption i wished i could share in...

who i can rightly call...my idol.

Monday, May 15, 2006

soccer fever

saturday...soccer fever...


spent the morning sleeping till 10...iman woke me up...he was on his way to work the poor soul...i headed to the gym to sweat it out...and then spent the rest of the afternoon lounging with Vikram Seth in search of A Suitable Boy...met Iman at Esplanade...and after dinner while toying with the idea of catching a movie...we decided to join ewan (my 24 yr ol baby brother) and friends who were planning to watch the FA cup final at a coffeeshop in Sembawang...

It was a hysterical night...pumped full of adrenaline...i cheered...gulped down teh tarek...cheered some more...screamed...winced...gulped down even more teh tarek...took a loo break...cussed....cheered...jumped up and down...visited the loo...grimaced...winced...drank more teh tarek...went to the loo some more....until after a nail biting end...cheered Liverpool to a well deserved victory!

Was fun to have Iman around...was fun to spend time with Ewan...(hmmmm they sound almost indistingushable)...what was NOT fun...was looking around the crowd at the table...and realising that i was the oldest living being amongst the group...

2 words! NOT FUN!

i felt ANCIENT! sniff....

anyhow...mosy-ing along...Sunday was good fun though!

we celebrated mom's day yesterday...so i haven't been all that happy with the folks...but quiet minor resentments aside...we're generally a happy lot...and we celebrated with aisyah (my 12 yr old not so baby looking sister) and I whipping up a scrambled eggs, baked beans on toast breakfast...ewan did loads of chores...and i baked a pizza lunch! It was half a side of mince meat and mushrooms... and half a side of hawaiian (my fav!)...made 3 of those babies and quietly put aside some for Iman to taste later last night...



and today...today...i spent the morning at PSD (Public Service Division of the PMO) giving a talk to a bunch of young interns...and i was duly rewarded for my general wit and funny banter with a beautiful bouquet of flowes....

SUN FLOWERS...



it certainly perked up my day...i felt sunnier almost immediately...

Thursday, May 11, 2006

strained relations

relations have become strained in the household...its unspoken...its not quite our style to flamboyantly protest against one another...our actions... our choices...instead...we have electrically charged conversations in the subject's absence...but everything...everything is often reported back...in hushed tones to the subject...

the result...strained relations...politeness with a tinge of insincerity...everyone acting as if everyone is ok...when everyone is not...

the subject... myself...

the subject...my relations...

the subject...matters of class...status...

its as if i've been transported into one of my treasured indian novels...where caste and class separates...and divides...it saddens me that we continue to trap ourselves by these putrid classifications...

what disappoints me is that the very people who have raised me to see beyong class, colour, religion.. are now the very individuals that espouse it...

i throw my head back and laugh at the very contradictions i find myself in...

i may have finally reached a stage in my life where conformity is no longer acceptable...and rebellion is the order of the day...

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

heaven of freedom...

the events leading to 8 May 2006...polling day...were a disappointment to me...the state of politicking in this land I call my home...is an utter embarassment...

i wonder if we will ever...break these chains that hold us back...

'where the stream of reason has not lost its way through the dreary desert sand of dead habit,
where the mind is led forward, by thee, towards ever widening thought and action,
into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my country awake...'
Tagore

Thursday, May 04, 2006

why bother?

sometimes i wonder why i bother with relationships... isn't it enough trouble trying to deal with your own expectations of yourself...bother about your own future...what you do right...what you do wrong...what you should do better...what people think of you...what your life is going to look like in 10 years time...whether you'd look back and regret it...

looks to me that it takes enough effort to focus on myself...so what makes me think i have what it takes to bother about someone else...what he does right...what he does wrong...what he should or should not do...

after all it's his life not mine... if i can't keep my own life in order what makes me think i should bother about his...

or ours...

why bother...

Sunday, April 30, 2006

homestay home-sick

claim 1 :
ibu(mum) thinks that i haven't been spending enough time at home helping her with the housework.

fact 1 :
i haven't been spending any time at home doing any sort of housework. Doing my own laundry apparently doesn't count.

......
claim 2:
ibu(mum) and ayah(dad) thinks that i work too hard and don't take care of my health enough, so i fall ill. just like this week. i've been suffering from a cold that hasn't let up yet.

fact 2:
i do work too hard. my body resistance is pretty low. its not a cold- its a sinus infection (is there a difference, even if it doesn't the latter does make it sound more severe). and i wouldn't fall sick if i got enough rest, which could happen if a certain someone doesn't nag me to do housework over the one day i have free during the week-sundays. (see claim 1)
....

claim 3:
i claim that i cleaned my room, vacummed and mopped both floors of the house, vacuumed the carpeted staircase, tidied and swept the front porch, handwashed a tub full of work shirts, did usual machine laundry, wiped down all the furniture and frames (etc) and ironed the entire families laundry, cleaned the windows, cooked lunch and bathed the cat while nursing my sinus infection.

fact 3:
i cleaned my room, vacummed both floors and the carpeted staircase, tidied and swept the front porch, handwashed half a tub full of work shirts, did usual machine laundry and ironed MY laundry while nursing my sinus infection.
....
claim 4: its been a busy sunday

fact 4: its been a busy sunday.

Monday, April 24, 2006

strange sunday

sunday was strange...not normally spent...

first, i woke up at 8.30 am to Iman's sms..telling ME to wake up...now that has never happened before...at least not on a Sunday morning...in this relationship it is I who do the waking up...and not vice-versa...but Iman's full of surprises...

second, we caught a 12pm show...what's strange about that?..see point 1...Iman doesn't usually open his 'sepet' eyes before 12pm on Sundays...ok ok...maybe he does...occasionally...but he usually has a date with his i-ecology and won't finish steam and vacumming the house till after 12pm...

oh we caught...'where the truth lies'...which I thought was an good film...it was done in a film noir murder mystery movie style...with a first person narrative throughout the entire film...it was meticulous...the pacing deliberate...making you mull over the scenes...slowly replaying the entire events...reordering...retelling...

the cast was outstanding...kevin bacon and colin firth...

the storyline was utter trash of course...revolving around sex, deception, jealousy, rage and an anal sex, better known in Singapore as brokeback, scene..

but how it was told..? with a touch of class...and elegance...

what wasn't strage about the movie was that Iman didn't enjoy it...but i did...still he sat through the entire movie...might have fallen asleep a little midway...but he did wake up at 8.30 am...on a Sunday...so it was excusable...of course.

but he had a point...there were scenes which were slow...too deliberate...and the plot so thick... that it was difficult to see the point at times...but u know...me and miss-i-love-to-think-things-through-maybe-a-bit-too-much-some-times....really enjoyed it...

three, after the movie on the way back to the car...we were stopped for a survey...and one thing led to another and we found oursevels in an 80 minute timeshare presentation...which we had to sit through to get a 7 night free stay...in several places including Spain, etc...normally i would turn it down...but the poor pitiful girl...told me that if she brought us up...she'd get 100 bucks for it...what wasn't strange...was that i didnt' say no...u know i couldn't...

so it was an 80 minute presentation...the story was...we were engaged...getting married soon...and laa dee daa....it was fun...gave me a warm fuzzy feeling... iman spoke thorougly seriously to the lady about marriage plans...honeymoon destinations...and how his dream wedding could be orchestrated at half the price through this timeshare thingee...

but ya know...both our bank accounts aren't exactly loaded with cash...so after about 120 minutes...that's 40 minutes more than we had promised to sit through...we have a 7 night free stay to use before the year is up...maybe bali...that would be nice...

all in all...it was a strange sunday...but nice...definitely nice...

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

quiet...

its almost ten...

its quiet...

the office...just hours ago...a bustling hive of activity...is now empty...empty of laughter...of incessant chatter...of life...

the stillness drains me of the little energy i feel in my bones...the loneliness gnawing on the tense muscles of my shoulders...the emptiness willing not only my physical but my mental self to collapse...defeated in exhaustion...in sheer sadness...

a depression that fills a being...who's life after work...is work itself...

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

ze weeks gone by...

its been wonderful...crazy...mad...delightful...sad...tedious...tiring...soothing...

now that i think about it...the weeks that have gone by have flown by...but there were some points during the week when i felt that it took all the energy in the world to keep my head up and the tears from falling.

work somehow managed to get under my skin as i juggled multiple projects...and had to cope with intense stress levels in the office...the general chaos that i should accept to be a part of my job now...but that's over...and the girls and i celebrated with drinks 2 saturdays ago...

then last week i was in Delhi for work...wed night till friday night...again...the chaos...it added to my frazzled nerves... the traffic...the pollution...the movement...the heat...but it strung me up and wound me up so tight...that upon departure...the process of unwinding was so rapid...so intense...that it catapulted me into a state of relaxation that has since, rejuvenated me...

on the social aspects of my life...its been good...iman's always a breadth of fresh air...and he kept me going when i was down...it was almost as if it was only when i was with him that i could feel at ease with the world...he's also introduced me to the world of the 'budak Simei' or the Simei kids...who've been wonderful company...somehow reminding me how much diversity we have in life...and more importantly how we should always strive to include that diversity in our lives to keep us centred...stable...and always in touch...

zul's been a wonderful friend too...he's always been...but for so many years i had thought i had lost that friend...but i was wrong...his company has been soothing... and his advice always enlightening...he's had some good news recently...and my heart warms to celebrate his happiness...

in the midst of all the happiness...i've also felt some nostalgia...can i call it that?...remembering things that once were...feelings...that i can't forget...memories...that i can't erase...but as zul reminds me...i should see what is in front of me...and cherish it...appreciate it...
i do...i do...

its about the now....not about the then....