October 2011
1 post
June 2011
3 posts
Antoine Buéno: Real Life Gargamel? →
“Antoine Buéno, a lecturer at Sciences Po university in Paris, makes the claims in his new book Le Petit Livre Bleu: Analyse critique et politique de la société des Schtroumpfs, in which he points out that the Smurfs live in a world where private initiative is rarely rewarded, where meals are all taken together in a communal room, where there is one leader and where the Smurfs rarely leave...
May 2011
9 posts
Because Podcasts Are AMAZING. →
I never really used to listen to podcasts much, and I totally regret this now. I think about how my London tube rides from Hammersmith to the city could have been so much more productive, if I had known about their magical wonder.
Now, given my ridiculously jammed route to work, listening to podcasts has been my favourite bit of the day. In the morning, when everything is dark, and it’s...
Rumahku di Laut.
I went to the island of Borneo recently. Sabah, to be exact. It was my first time. I’ve been to Sarawak before, but never Sabah, so this was enlightening. It was a brief trip, but there was so much there I want to go back and explore. As this is my year of being fearless, and embracing my Asian side (yes, I decided this early in January, and there are a list of goals), Sabah made me feel...
To Remember
I have close to 7000 pictures I have collected over the years. The documentation begins in late 2006, when I first got my Mac. I need to constantly switch things around into an external hard drive, and this includes music, movies, photos, comics, because I have no more space. Part of the reason why I document so much, is because I have this neurotic feeling that one day I will forget about beauty,...
April 2011
10 posts
Tanah Merah
If I hear him sing Guantanamera one more time, I will strangle his sorry abuelo ass.
We ate. Chicken. A lot of chicken. Chicken tastes abnormally good here in the East Coast.
Allahu akbar.
Then you burp, burp, slurp, slurp, and you say Alhamdullilah!
“My tooth is sick, can you help me?”
Indeed. His tooth is sick.
I met the real life equivalent of Jason Bourne. It was funny,...
Happy Easter
Easter is my favourite Christian “holiday.” To be even more specific, Good Friday is. Its taken me a long time in understanding the significance of Lent, of the crucifixion, and even then, what always floors me is the prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane.
So to recap, Jesus has now broken bread with his disciples, done the incredibly humbling washing of feet, which is often done by...
Naturally.
I was looking the link Imtiaz had posted Twitter this morning on El Teide, and felt compelled to write something about it. If there’s anything I love it’s a good time lapse movie of some nature video. I have an incredible fondness for documentary series like BBC Planet Earth. I know I’m not doing any of this justice. But, seriously just watch the video. Hell, watch all his...
March 2011
16 posts
“meeshlet: i got a really nice inspirational email
tashny: not from radiohead,...”
– AWESOMESOURCE.
Thoughts at 6.17 PM
It’s always the Goddamn same.
The same smell. The same faces. The same downcast eyes.
The smell is what always gets me. The thick, heady butter being churlish smell. It curls around the air, heady, and there’s a brief recollection of the same smell in a small slum in Katmandu. Out on rooftops, wafting from dangerous terrain below, where children with matted blonde hair run around...
“The strange things you commit to memory - a body number, the exact time you walk...”
– -9 March 2011. My Facebook status message, after a long week in Melaka and his body number kept resurfacing in my mind.
He said to me, eyes wide open, slipping on the velcro on his white shoes, a hint of chalk in the air, “Terima kasih kak, kerana sudi tolong saya.” He ran back into...
January 2011
1 post
The Moon Cannot Be Stolen
A Zen Master lived the simplest kind of life in a little hut at the foot of a mountain. One evening, while he was away, a thief sneaked into the hut only to find there was nothing in it to steal. The Zen Master returned and found him. “You have come a long way to visit me,” he told the prowler, “and you should not return empty handed. Please take my clothes as a gift.” The...
December 2010
1 post
October 2010
8 posts
tales of a twentysomething: The Craziest God Dream... →
twentysomethingtales:
I hung out with God last night in my dream. God, according to my subconscious, is George Burns, except far more dapper and stylish enough that he could easily be featured on the Sartorialist. In the dream, God had gotten in touch with me via email—God@Heaven.com—because he was going to be passing…
September 2010
16 posts
