moved

i've moved to www.prettyeveel.blogspot.com

arrived- shangri la valley wing

you know you've arrived when they are teams of chefs willing to whip up anything ur heart desires at any hour of the night...

at a price...

but of course.

creepy carpets

got a call yesterday from some lady who said that i received a voucher gift from my friend Nana for free carpet cleaning. she said , they'd come and clean as long as i was home, as i had to sign for it or something.

okay i know that it was probably a sales pitch that i was going to receive. but the thing is- Nana is someone i trust to not recommend me something completely useless. anyway, i did want to see a carpet cleaner dust mite sucker vacuumee thing. I've been eyeing an i-ecology and am interested in looking for other kinda products.

i-ecology looks so sexy...but i disgress.

anyway, i was smart enough to schedule her right before my meeting with a caterer this evening, so she couldn't hang out too long and talk me into buying (i know i'm mean. but i just wanted to check it out, not buy it!)

but before she left she did a demo on our home carpet. and look at the gunk that came out of it!


I was totally grossed out and almost threw up when i was throwing the water out! gross. but it looked really good. i'd probably buy it later this year, if my finances hold up.

but gross right?

malacca

spotted in malacca over x'mas

you have to speak malay to understand this...
LOL

the return of the girlfriend...and kid

my best friend in the whole wide world. ok ok. my 'oldest' best friend in the whole wide world is back for a visit. I have a couple of best friends- Alicia and Adrian. but Son has been my bestest friend since we were fifteen, and we've stayed close friends, although she's been miles away in Sydney for the last...errr...13 years!!!...

well my friend is no longer just my friend- she's a MAK BUDAK! (a mother!!!). Her baby is sooo big and so beautiful too.

we were supposed to hang out at Mersing over till new year's, but things didn't quite pan out. but that didn't stop me from driving over to JB to hang out with her and her kid. Alamak, she's so adorable!

Son- i'm so glad to have you here. even if its just for a bit!

art

Trudged down to the Singapore Art Museum to support a good friend who is also a wonderful local artist who was showing his piece as part of an exhibition of local Malay artists organised by APAD. I was really impressed with the quality of pieces both from newer/younger artists as well as the veteran artists.

There were some common themes that were featured. Islam was featured predominantly, with many pieces alluding to how Islam features in the life of modern Malay muslims. Tradition, and the threat of its extinction in modern society also came through clearly.

Congrats Rofi on your piece!

another edition

check this out 18042009

enchantress of florence

i must admit. i have a soft spot for salman rushdie. i mean i fell spell-bindingly in love with the best book ever written- midnight's children. i treasure my one copy of satanic versus as if satan himself would hunt me down as if it was his only copy i held. and i'm enamoured with the man who, in my view, is the most brillian literary genius to grace our existence.

so, it was with much rose-tinted lenses that i read his latest book- the enchantress of florence. what delights me most, is that his books always centre around themes that i feel define me, or at least, is the reason for my existence. what do i mean?

india & pakistan,
separation,
kashmir,
power,
race,
religion,
tradition,
modernity,
tension.

and this time. he touched about...wait for it...wait for it.....the Medici family, Niccolo machiavelli...... whoa.. be still my beating heart. he gave me a window by which to see Niccolo machiavelli, the father of realism, a side of him that i had never ever ventured to understand.

Anyhow, the book to me- was fabulous. i loved it. i love how he blurs the line between reality and imagination. how he subtly leads us to question the narratives we believe. history that could have been so easily re-written. what do we believe? is it really real? or is it real because we believe that it's real?

the thing i love about rushdie, is that his books need to be mulled over, thought about, reexamined to discover different layers. i'll have to read this book again. but i highly recommend it to you.