Thursday, January 31, 2008

Watching Paint Dry

Lou Sang
Swiped from Gerald Goh.
With the impending CNY celebrations, I have stopped going into the office on Saturdays (my deadlines seem ridiculous, so I'll ignore them for now). But this not mean I'm not working. There's still work to be done.... at home. Yes folks, the dreaded Spring Cleaning. As wrong as it sounds, I wish I was at the office. So far, I've straightened (not that kind of straight) out my room, removed the pesky cobwebs clinging to the ceilings, wiped the dust of the ceiling fans, ferreted out the dustbunnies from most of the nook and crannies and wiped the windows clean. The grills at the front of the house have been painted and boy, that left me with seriously sore thighs. Forget about The Thigh Master, come help me with the rest of the house!

With that out of the way, off I went to Takashi's pre-birthday party. Met some of the people who attended Jase's party some time back (so sad that I didn't get the chance to meet Floraline again, :(). Chester (picked the fella up at KJ station) and I were kinda duped into coming at 6:15pm as the party only started around 8:00pm. We weren't the earliest though, as one of Jase's ex-coursemates was in the kitchen frying cheese and ham-filled croquettes when we arrived. Killed the time viewing some of Takashi's vacation pics. Kinda disappointed by the lack of skank factor in them. :P.

The potluck started around 7:30pm. We were already too hungry waiting for the rest to arrive, so the shovelling commenced without the rest. Tisha and Laurence whipped up a fantastic pork wrapped in lettuce dish and I brought honey-glazed chicken and tossed noodles (courtesy of SK's kitchen). In addition to the croquette's I mentioned earlier, there were pan-fried sausages and a simple, yet flavourful potato salad with thyme. As the night went on, the rest trickled in. Namely Sharmini (a petite girl who is larger than life, with even an even larger chest, :P) who brought KFC and Joel who brought the night's entertainment, the Wii (just in time as the heavy rain had knocked out the mediocre Astro programming).

We started out with tennis and boxing. And as the night wore on, we played some fun game starring rabbid rabbits doing all sorts of wu liao stuff. Running away from boulders; Washing underwear; Whacking whiny rabbit kids in the car; A fart race; A burping contest; Mechanical anaesthesiology (I'm sure Savante will approve); Swallowing butterflies; Time Cop with a plunger gun; Burger balancing on a rooftop; etc. Each game a torture of repetitive and rigourous action. First my legs, then my arms! The night only ended at 2:30am, but I was long gone before that. Pestered Takashi to cut his birthday cake. But then there was no cake. So we sang a birthday song while lou sang! Very innovative.

Sent Chester home. Had to go through all sorts of unfamiliar roads and industrial areas. Masyallah. Luckily it was easy enough to get back on the highway from his place. Anyway, Happy Birthday again to you, Takashi!

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Heralding a New Age

For non-Catholics out there, The Herald is a religious weekly publication meant for internal distribution (of course) at parishes in Malaysia. The content is predominantly about the Roman Catholic faith and revolves around news from around (usually matters regarding The Pope) the world and happenings in the Malaysian dioceses. Each issue made up of sections in English, Chinese, Tamil and Bahasa Indonesia (gotta love the terms "uskup agung" and "roh kudus"). If anyone noticed, The Herald was in the news recently. The permit was expiring and the publishers brought up the issue of using a certain "word" in print. Initially, the relevant ministry allowed it and subsequently, our political leader was praised as being liberal and wise in a newspaper editorial. However, just a few days after that, the order was rescinded as the "word" was said to be "proprietary" for some and might cause "confusion" mong the populace.

So, should the previous praise be taken back? Well, I didn't see any editorial on that.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Meet the Spartans

Swiped from williamnyk.
Unlike my significant other, KH, I watch on average 2 movies at the cinema each year. Last year, the only movies I watched were "Paprika", "The Golden Compass". Quite pathetic by normal standards. People normally flock to the big screen upon the release of big budget action movies like "Transformers" and the rest, but I normally choose the path of the DVD. And since I utterly detest pirated copies filmed from cinemas, I usually watch originals (thanks to Jason Jr. for starting my legitimate collection) or wait for months for the good quality bootleg. So, after months since its release (the spoof is out even), I have finally watched "300" and I must say that I quite like it. Very stylized (so very "Sin City") and filmed MTV style. Kewl. I shall not speak of the semi-naked Spartans and their digitally-enhanced abs, but shall instead speak of Xerxes.

Gotta love his bling-bling. Accessories-galore. Perfectly-tattoo-ed eyebrows. Kohl and gold eyeshadow. Immaculately-painted haughty lips. Glowing complexion. His love for the bizarre. His "alternative" harem. His Mr Crabs executioner. His battle creatures. Oh, how he embraces diversity. Kinda like a circus master riding on a oversized antelope throne. Definitely one of my favourite movie characters. The movie is not as bloody as I expected. Perhaps they toned it down a little with the red filters, choosing to instead highlight the Spartan capes. And when Astinos' beheaded body fell, I was half expecting a spray of blood-- but perhaps I'm just too used to Samurai movies. The ending credits is also quite interesting, blending 2D images with a 3D camerawork.

I drew a parallel with "Kill Bill"-- in the scene where the Queen of Sparta disembowels the traitor after offering herself to him the night before is kinda like when Go Go Yubari asks some poor kid whether he would like to f*ck her before plunging her wazikashi into the fella.

Definitely a keeper for me.

Friday, January 25, 2008

New Era

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Seems like ages since I did any volunteer work and so when Spring Single Mother's Society requested help, SK and I said "Yes". Like the past years, it was at New Era College's Convocation Festival. Every year, they invite organisations to set up shop so that funds can be raised for New Era and the organisations. This time round, we were selling footwear, bread, body lotion and beaded handicraft. It was quite a a failure as most people just scoffed at the bread, lotion and handicraft. Luckily, the shoes caught the eyes of most female visitors. Same as last year, it was bloody hot. We were practically baking under the merciless sun. To me, it seemed that the number of visitors had dwindled. And so, "business" was affected. So much sweat for peanuts. One girl was so adversely affected by the merciless sun that she kinda passed out. However, it was not the roaming St John's Ambulance people that treated her, but a couple elders from the Negeri Sembilan Old Boys Association. The seated her on a chair and started channeling chi! I was half expecting to see some smoke and spinning.

To escape the heat and boredom, SK and I would roam to the other parts of college that were more shaded. Nothing much to see really. The live performances were kinda sucky, and eye candy was few and far in between. However, seeking out air-conditioning was relatively easy. We managed to curi tulang at the graduation exhibition of their communication and arts students. Some interesting talent among the arts students. The few that particularly caught my eye was a set of paintings featuring Penang's heritage buildings. The artist had an interesting perspective and brush style. Another graduationg student, fired up her kiln to produce ceramic aluminium cans. I've never seen anything like it. The rest were quite mediocre.

We closed shop at around 2:00pm and upon arriving home, I dozed off 3 hours to make up for waking up at 6:00am on a Sunday morning! Until next time...

Thursday, January 24, 2008

January's Boy

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I had my hair cut on Saturday and due to the impending Chinese New Year, the salon was busier than usual. I had to wait for more than forty minutes to be attended to. And due to the rush, my stylist KK cut my hair before washing it. Horror! Oh, ok, it's not THAT devastating. But he did use the more expensive shampoo at no extra charge. Not to apologize for the wait, but for bringing him 2 other customers that day whose combined bills I think rang up to MYR500. And I got MYR5. Thank you very much. Straight after that, Cheryl and I sped off to The Curve for Janvier's birthday (on the way also picked up Apollo and QueerR). It was raining cats and dogs and The Street was quite water-logged. They gotta consider building a SMART tunnel somewhere. By the time we arrived at Itallianie's, a whole bunch of bloggers and friends were already occupying a large table in the cheese-choked interior.

Since no space was available, we sat at another table nearby and bloggers would come by one by one to visit. Felt like The Godfather (not trying to usurp your place dear) meeting his underlings. Complete with checked tablecloth and Italian restaurant setting. It was nice seeing Joery (finally managed to juxtapose Lex and Joel, the eyes and eyebrows are very similar) and J3 again. We ordered the Salmon Piccata (just like they tossed vinegar and angel together, blegh), Artichoke and Spinach Formaggio (creamy vegetable spread over ginger bread; good, this) and fried calamari (couldn't really taste the seafood under the batter).

The whole place started to gempar after the arrival of JL and Adrienz's posse and not forgetting the presence of red wine and sangria on the table. But the mood soured when we found out that the supposedly "bottomless" drinks weren't "bottomless" after all. They refused to refill. No good reason given. SK, KH and I got Janvier a comforter set and he was already planning how to "stain" it. Left around 11pm after a group photo session. This birthday event that took 500 e-mails to plan turned out quite well and I think I'll start a pool to bet on the number of e-mails to plan the next birthday bash!

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Anak Pontianak

Not many Malay dramas had caught my eye since last last year's Seputeh Cinta Qaseh, although TV3 practically airs twoseries a night and it changes every other night. We get crap like "Puteri" (Louisa Chong is really freaky in that one) and "Ai' di Beijing" (I guess it means Love in Beijing) and the sometimes amusing "Dunia Baru" (I watch merely to see the ultra-religious maternal figure, Umi -- kap ba ro kap alif ta nun).
Amidst all the dramas of tears, love, bad business ethics and bitchy, buxom women, we get one series with a supernatural theme, "Anak Pontianak".

I must say that that the acting is not particularly good (the protagonist, Mia can only do two expressions-- human grunt and pontianak grunt) and the story not exactly coherent (way lots of kidnapping scenes just to show off some pontianak powers), but still it's a fresher idea than the rest. Well, the series ended last week and truth be told, I couldn't make heads or tails of it. But I don't think that it's not entirely the script writer's fault since I missed like, 70% of the episodes. Kakaka. But still, it was fun seeing Mia turn from constipated girl to bad make-up pontianak having a big show down with the baddies with bad script to boost.

"Mia, kenapa awak masih nak maafkan saya, saya dah buat banyak dosa..."

"Bertaubatlah, Salmiah..."

"** Cackling ** Cepat serahkan Batu Mulia itu!!"

What?! One minute remorse, one minute evil. It was nothing like Lamia's final scene. The bad pontianak just looked like she had a split personality or the writers were just high on too much Batu Mulia. Until the next semi-decent production comes along...

Friday, January 18, 2008

Polygraph Nights

"The best persian rugs are the product of the deft hands of masters who can weave intricate patterns of hundreds of knots per square inch..."

I am a bit ashamed to admit that I've become quite the habitual liar these days. My ability to spin tales has been honed these past months. The intricacies of telling half-truths, timing, the gauging of mood. Even SK is surprised. I do not blink. I do not avert my eyes. I look the person in the eye. I speak with confidence. My heart does not thump. I spin my tales and I find myself getting tangled deeper and deeper. I do it to live my life, to be my true self and yet I must blanket myself with lies again. Isn't it ironic? Do I have a choice? Of course I do. But I am still hiding. I am still running.

It has been swept under the rug. And I continue to weave that rug...

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Lil' Sista

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Celebrated my mei's birthday on Saturday together with QueerR, Apollo and Cheryl. She brought us to Dragon Hut Restaurant, Taman Desa Waterpark for a nice dinner. It was my first time there and I was a bit skeptical about the place at first since it was secluded (no business!) and had lots of buses parked outside (tourist trap!). But it proved itself to be quite good in terms of food quality and price. My mei seemed to think that it had great ambience too:

"Isn't it romantic dining by the lake?"

"Erm.. it's an abandoned mining lake..."

We ordered quite a variety of food in small portions in order to enjoy as many tastes as possible. Foregoing rice, we ordered wat tan hor (recommended!) and Hokkien noodles (too salty!). The accompanying dishes were fried aubergines with salted egg yolks (weird but quite interesting), marmite pork ribs (pales in comparison to Leong Nga, Serdang), sweet and spicy crab with fried mantou (meaty but the gravy wasn't quite to my liking), and beancurd with gourd (very fragrant!).

The night was still young, so after dinner we went back to Taman Desa to visit the neighbourhood Korean mart to purchase some shoju. Never had it before really. We purchased 7 bottles of different flavours. With some tidbits from the nearby Sri Kota (where a drunken deaf mute was seen harrassing the cashier whom also did not utter a peep), we headed back home. I liked the ginseng and wolfberry flavoured one. The rest were mostly like drinking sweetened ethanol. Blah-blahed around the table, but mei's housemate went on studying like we weren't there (hope she passed her exam!).

By midnight, Cheryl was half-drunk and I already had the floating head feeling. Was too tired from work most probably. So we called it a night. Cheryl and I sent Apollo home, while mei sent QueerR back to Ampang. She's really a speed demon-- took the same time for me to send Apollo back to Kerinci. Masyallah. Hope you like the MP3 player and the "Fundue" kit! Happy Birthday!

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

LRT Hillbilly

LRT Hillbilly
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More and more interesting people on the LRT these days. The newest addition to my catalogue of STAR LRT celebrities-- The LRT Hillbillies. Had the pleasure of sharing a train with them twice. The family consists of a loud-mouthed mother pushing a baby pram. The kid in the pram seems harmless enough. Two boys, most probably in primary school and one adolescent daughter. Whatever peace and quiet one can enjoy during the train ride is shattered when they walk through the door. They would be shouting and yelling at each other in shrill voices. The boys would be going on and on, annoying the mother and daughter. And they would ocassionally start a shouting match. At times, they would be figthing over stuff, and even the little tyke participates! Peace returns once they alight, and one can see the trail of chaos they had left behind-- a whole mess of kacang parang shells and 4D results slips on the floor. -_-".

Monday, January 14, 2008


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Ah Zon and I met randomly (pardon the Lingua Facebook) on the blogosphere and he has since become like a little brother. Nearly everyday we would chat and at times, he would share his problems and I would share mine. A very songsang kind of relationship. I am the older one who wants to look younger and he is the younger one who wants to look older. So far I've only met him twice in person, and the last time we met was at Crystal Jade La Mian, Lot 10. Had lunch with SK, Apollo and QueerR. My first time there. I ordered sliced noodles with stewed beef. The noodles are actually sliced from a piece of dough and the slashes are apparent. However, it was too firm and the gravy a little too thick, but the meat was tender though. Also ordered some xiao long bao and Kenz enlightened us on the finer points of handling and enjoying the little soup-filled pork dumplings (didn't know he was a food expert AND a picky eater). It was quite nice actually. QueerR ordered cold noodles with SzeChuan beef and it had quite a refreshing taste. SK ordered radish pastry and it was really-really piping hot. No food pics here, you can check out QueerR's blog.

Apollo and QueerR left after lunch for some geek shopping at Low Yatt. whereas Kenz, SK and I continued on to explore Lot 10, but were kinda disappointed with the bargains, but mostly I'd complain about the lack of bargains. We ended the day at The Pavillion, window shopping. Found out that a pair of Paul Frank Butt-Huggers (briefs) costs a whopping $69.90. Left after a bit. Had dinner at home, and went out to Ara Damansara to meet an ex-F6 classmate to get some beauty products from his wife. Nearly out of cleanser and toner. Smack dab outside his apartment is Niu Ze Xui (Bull Wagon Water?! A real place in Singapore...). A commercial area that kinda looks like a posh Petaling Street meets Chatujak Market. Not fully-enclosed, but has air-conditioning. You can find Big Apple Donuts and Starbucks Coffee there among the little kiosks and stalls. Occupancy is around 50%, but it already has a semi-carnival atmosphere with the looming CNY. Along the main road are numerous fake sakura trees that have LEDs attached to every blossom, creating a very cheery atmosphere at night. Very promising but I foresee massive traffic and parking problems... but that's just true about anyplace worth visiting in KL. SK bought me a cute T-shirt from a kiosk there called Tee Diet. Looks like I have a pair of giant headphones around my neck (I think I've seen Ryonn wearing something like that). Kinda expensive, but they did throw in an Audrey Hepburn button badge... hehe.

Friday, January 11, 2008

A Belated Muji Christmas

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"Warm Greetings from Chilly Tokyo!",

reads the note I got from a parcel dispatched from Tokyo, Japan. It was computer-printed on a piece of Japanese paper (coz apparently it came from Japanese trees, :P), but initialed by the sender, Shigeki. He ran a Christmas gift giveaway for his readers some time back and I registered. Finally it arrived. I was worried that it might have been lost in the mail like KH's card (along with a romantic poem which I will never see now, :(). The detailed contents are described in his post and I will just post the pictures here. The cookies were the first to go, so no photo! Thanks for the gift Shigeki! Hope you have a fantabulous 2008!


Wednesday, January 09, 2008


I'm being terrorized by a bee. In the sanctity of my own home. When I use the bathroom in the morning, there will be an ominous buzz outside the window. There is no mistaking it. The annoying bee would dart in and cause me perform evasive manoeuevers. It attacks when I'm brushing my teeth; when I'm sitting on the crapper; when I'm washing my face or hands. When I leave, it leaves. When I try to resume my activities, it intrudes. I duck, I cover. I'm afraid that one day it's stinger will find its mark. So far, I've retaliated once with a copious amount of Ridsect. And I recently found one dead on the floor. But each time, a lone bee would be waiting, to disrupt my peace and quiet. They train replacements it seems. The scheming little buggers. Perhaps it's time I move against the hive......

Tuesday, January 08, 2008


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It seems like a long time since I did a proper food post. But then, come to think of it, I never did any proper food posts. Oh heck. Well, SK and I dragged SK's little sister, Bei Bei to Kura Japanese Restaurant, One World Hotel. Yes, we had to have a pack of wild horses to drag her. She's no fan of Japanese food. And a really picky eater. SK and I were just itching to try their Chirashi Don after seeing it advertised in the papers. Looked quite good and the price was reasonable too. Reasonable for something in a hotel anyway.

Our first time at the hotel and the restaurant. The One World Hotel looks really nice and posh. So new and shiny. The lobby even has a giant, chameleon-like chandelier that kinda throbs like the connecting walkway between JW Marriot and Starhill Gallery. I had a very good impression of Kura the second I set foot into the restaurant. An undulation interior. Sushi bar on one side, recessed, circular booths on another and more private rooms inside. All over, one can see the recurring theme of hexagonal shapes. It's nestled below One World's fitness center and is just one escalator away from Soho. You can actually see it from the LDP.

We were shown to the booths which had a view to the man-made river. Lighting was a bit harsh though. The staff were quite attentive. No kura-kura service. Definitely. The ocha was always filled, but too bad they didn't notice that the tea was less than lukewarm. The food for the night was the Chirashi Don (of course!), Unagi Kabayaki and Gindara Teriyaki. All served with a side of chawanmushi (smooth but a bit tasteless. I love the one at Sakae Sushi), tuna salad, garden salad (a very refreshing dressing), miso soup and fruits (bloody sweet grapes).

The Chirashi Don looked nice enough, but the quality is not exactly as I expected. For premium sashimi, do go to Xenri. But it did have something that I had not tried before-- some kind of cuttlefish that looked like teats. Weird and crunchy. :P. The unagi was ok and the gindara was good. In conclusion, I wouldn't come back to Kura for the food, but the ambience is nice enough to warrant a second visit. There you have it. Itadakimasu...

PS: Sorry, no food pics. Did try to pull off a Charleswanmushi, but that pic is kinda ugly.

Monday, January 07, 2008

An Electrifying Christmas

Note: Already stale, so I better post this before Labour day, :P.

Just a filler post. Something that I noticed on my last trip to Singapore. Every lighted, ornamental christmas tree I've seen in the city state carries the sign, "Danger! High Voltage". For the interest of public safety? Some clause for public liability insurance? It's just plain weird. If it's a giant tree and you just can't help but fiddle with the lampu lip-lap, you better be expecting a Christmas present. Since kids can't read the sign anyway and if one decides do suck on an electronic ornament, who's to blame? Cordone off the trees? Or look after your bratty kids? Common sense, people. Something akin to the the whole Zoo Negara fiasco?

Friday, January 04, 2008

2008's Cherry

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Didn't welcome 2008 with a hangover, but I must say that I could've used more sleep. Quite an eventful day. I started off the year having breakfast with mum, sis and bro-in-law. Later it was lunch with them at Taman Naga Emas, Salak Selatan. A good Pan Mee. Basically not sheets but flattened balls that are individually-washed in water to remove the floury taste. Washed it down with a cooling Kedongdong juice. The coffee shop was already in CNY mood. They had a dancing God of Prosperity on their counter that plays Choi San Tou over and over again in a shrill electronic voice. If only I had a shotgun... Also had a post-snack of tapioca balls, banana fritters and currypuffs. Also managed to kidnap my bro-in-law's PSP for the afternoon (my sister was happy to see him rid of it for a while). Kinda hooked on Brave Story (accessory-making and bird-brawling!).

At around four, SK and I left for Adrien's pool party. Sensing a tardiness factor of seven, we decided to swim first. A fantastic pool with several jacuzzis. The water was warm and clean. After 45 minutes, the host and the rest of the guests started to arrive. Just had a short swim with Janvier and Adrien before drying off and grabbing a bite to eat. Received a belated birthday present from Adrien-- an orange Topman Jersey. Thanks! After spying the rest of them in trunks or board shorts (except QueerR [after I susah-susah got him the scandalous white trunks] and Jason Jr, dang!), SK and I left at around 6:30pm to join my mum, sis and bro-in-law for dinner at Taman Universiti. Amazing. All three main meals with my family. Very rare indeed. Post-dinner activities included night market visitation. Another rarity for me. I must say that it's good start to the year. Cheers.

PS: Thanks for the glass angels, Chester!

Thursday, January 03, 2008


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I went to work on New Year's Eve. Yes, work.

"William, I have not finished the screen design yet. I'll discuss it with you on Monday."

"Monday? Oh, ok."

My boss didn't consider that I might have had leave plans on that day. To tell the truth, I didn't. But that's besides the point. So, I got off work and went down to Sri Petaling to meet up SK and Jason Jr. Was kinda tired and dozed off in the car. Surprisingly, the traffic to Des' place in Mutiara Damansara was quite normal. Reached there some minutes past eight. The main gang was already there, digging into the food. As I walked into the door, got a Christmas prezzie from Alvin (a cute fox bookmark) and Jason Jr (my not so-secret Santa who drew cute-sy bunnies on his gift).

"William, what's SK's number?"


"Hi dear, Jason Jr. just called me, asking whether you have The Prestige DVD."


Fantastic spread. Adrien's Shepherd's Pie (yum!). Bunny's Poison Beef Stew (yum!). Angel Hair pasta. Roasted chicken. Scott & Damon's KFC. Cake. Wine. SK's Peach and Cherry Liquer. Fried Meehoon. Junkfood. Sparkling Juice. Soft drinks. Honeydew Melon. Des' Bud's Ice Cream (yum!). Dinner was accompanied by a drama of frolicking men at the poolside. Dante's Cove. Heh. Post-dinner entertainment was Mad Gab, Charades (Lex's Paris Hilton gagging on a dick) and Mafia (I don't get it). Met another Jason at the party. The Spice Girls have Mel C and Mel B, whereas we have one Jason C and two Jason L's. Our countdown followed the Sg Wang party on TV. No auld lang syne. No New Year's kisses. But we did have a surprise foam attack from out of nowhere. Called KH (I owe you a New Year's kiss!) and JM. Left with Apollo and SK. Reached home past one and was completely knocked out after showering.... There you have it. Welcome 2008.

PS: Special thanks to Des for being a great host and feeding us with Bud's ice cream!

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Mana Batik?

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It was Chester's off day and the little tyke was thoughtful enough to visit 'lil old me for lunch near my workplace. I brought him to Ka Fei Dian, but it was a disaster. Their nasi lemak sucks now. Sigh. Where's the fragrant sambal? Where's the generous portions? Ish. Anyway, after lunch, I showed him the building where I slog away each day and brought him jalan-jalan at Central Market after coffee at my favourite haunt, Old Town Kopitiam. Felt like a tourist guide. Actually walked around the whole place (didn't do it though I've been there for months and months). Later we found out that there was a batik expo at The Annexe, so up we went. Quite a sad affair, we were the only visitors at the time. Just us and a volunteer.

An installation project pushing the boundaries and limitations of Batik. A challenge beyond pre-conceived notions to create daring, exploratory artworks. A statement, interpretation and expression of Batik, its history, its processes, its story, its evolution.

Five rooms. Five installations. The first we saw was "Lahir" by Samsuddin Abu Bakar and Karya Labs. Lotsa cloth hangings. Eerie UV light. A dodoi sarong with a pillow in it. A slowly rotating foetus projected on it. Seram. Next was Masrina Abdullah and Caecar Cheng's installation features a rotating cone of batik where one can lie down and view it. I came away dizzy for batik! "Rivers" by Khalid Samsuddin and Melinda Looi was basically a fashio piece that kinda flowed out as a "river". Complete with sound effects. Didn't like it. Kumpulan Pelajar UITM was obviously still on an Angkasawan high with their installation "Angan-angan Mat Jenin". Astronouts hanging from the ceiling with batik patchwork on their suits. Nizam Ambia and Kamil Yunus (the volunteer introduced him as Malaysia's foremost graphic designer, and I was like, "Huh?") had an interesting installation entitled "Batik R Us". Interactive in a sense that they created several cut-outs. Pick out a description that best reflects your views on batik, hang it there, put your face through it and snap a pic! Take it home with you. Ingenious.

I picked out the word Glamorous. Hehe.