I attended JIMY’s wedding on Saturday, 16th February 2008, at her mother’s house in Seremban.
Congratulations, JIMY.
Here are some pics:
The theme was purple
The drinks were purple too
Even the pianist was in purple
JIMY throwing the bouquet
I Fell To Temptation
It was a day when roses cost triple the normal price. But everyone who was courting was out having RM500-dinner somewhere, giving flowers. I even saw one guy on a kapcai with his girl pillion-riding at night; she was holding a bouquet of red roses, while her other hand was hanging on to dear life while he sped through the roads of KL trying to get to his place for a real quickie so her father won’t notice the lapse in her journey time from the supermarket she worked in, back home.
Me, I just bought her this:
Blackcell Paintball
This has to be one of the coolest paintball game videos:
Let’s Go To War!!!
I’ve just washed the boots I wore during the last paintball session on January 10th, finally taking off all the mudcakes. This Sunday will be another paintball session that will be played in Gombak. With lunch it’s for RM75. Not bad, actually.
The above is called a Paintball Panzer. It is a custom made miniature WW2 German Panzer and costs USD14,400.
In Russia however, paintball tanks are already part of the paintball world. I wonder when is the Malaysian paintball scene ever going to have anything like it – if ever.
After A Good Night Last Night…
My Valentine
The one I wished in person today…Fretty Frincess.
My Old Kindy
I went to Diver’s Den this morning to go pick up my camera bag. Coincidentally, it is located next to what was my kindergarten I went to 36 years ago. Every evening I would look forward to cartoons like Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table and Birdman. My favourite TV series were Giant Robot and the original Ultraman.
Back in 1972, the work to turn the Federal Highway into a proper highway as what it is now began. Prior to that, crossing from the University Hospital to the Saint Francis Xavier church and the old EPF building was done using a traffic light junction. I remember my neighbour, Fazrin Azuar (now the son-in-law of Rafidah Aziz who got famous for a while because of the pink form issue), and I, used to fight for the attention of this cute chinese girl called Sharon who lived in the Paramount Gardens area. The highlight of my time there was when we had to stand by the Federal Highway to wave the Malaysian flag, welcoming Queen Elizabeth II on her maiden visit to Malaysia.
Sad to see it being abandoned like this…
The complex
The assembly area. Of course the walls were not there then.
The classroom. Oh, well. This used to be two classes separated by a partition.
This was where we had our food during recess. They had tables and chairs out here.
Where we stood to wave the Malaysian flag at QE II
Happy Valentine’s Day
Innocence Lost
I remember looking at this painting done by Fretty Frincess that was displayed at my friend’s restaurant. It was 12 weeks and 1 day today. It was one day before I left for Sipadan.
Somehow I can connect to this painting. Fretty Frincess named this painting “Innocence.” To me, it is a part of me that has disappeared somehow. Along with the disappearance of innocence were the disappearances of hope, dreams, and the meaning of life itself. Those are accompanied by pain, pain, and more pain.
There was a time when I could not walk if I did not look at the grounds on where I was treading. Driving was like me being a horse wearing its fly mask – always avoiding the sights of certain places that would cause my heart to crumple like an empty can of Bud in a wrestler’s grip.
Then, on Chirstmas Eve of 2007, all that changed. Suddenly, I felt alive again. Suddenly, there was hope again. Suddenly, innocence made its presence again. As it goes in Avril Lavigne’s song of the same title:
This innocence is brilliance – I hope that it will stay
This moment is perfect – Please don’t go away
I need you now
And I’ll hold on to it
Don’t you let it pass you byI found a place so safe, not a single tear
The first time in my life and now it’s so clear
Feel calm, I belong, I’m so happy here
It’s so strong and now I let myself be sincere
The only question that played on my mind was – “How long will this last, then?”
And with each passing day, I know the shining sun will have to set eventually.
And true enough, soon, I will be left alone here – again, to be by myself.
To face those familiar sights that would soon be empty.
To only be able to recall the laughter, the warmth, the huggies and the kissies.
To only reminisce on the good times that have come and gone.
To once again wallow in pain,
pain,
and more pain…
Up Or Down? – Mind Your Language
Yes, this is another toilet issue.
Bakawali has just posted one on toilet – the issue of whether to have the toilet seat up or down. I’m not going to argue whether to have the seat up or down, or whether men can actually shoot straight into a toilet bowl or not. I just cannot be bothered. I just want to share a few toilet moments with you.
When I was a student in England, my coursemates and I would purposely enter the female restroom and would pee on the toilet seat and whatever extra pee that we had would be directed onto the floor area surrounding the toilet bowl – although that is not half as fun as peeing into the sink in that restroom and leave it unwashed. And in would walk one of the girls, and in this instance I remember it was Julia Platt who gasped with shock seeing me in the ladies, and I would offer the usual, “Oh, sh*t, sorry!” I wonder if that particular incident led to Julia’s persistence in getting a ride from me downtown during lunch in exchange for a blowjob. Hmm!
Anyway, one of my best buddies (and partner-in-crime) has been promoted to the rank of Inspector. Inspector Jonathan “Jon” Goosey (he was from Winslow, Bucks) is now in-charge of Neighbourhood Policing in North Slough. Congratulations, Inspector Jon Goosey.
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