Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Happy New Year - Time Flies

Sand flies. Very focused and still on the carcass of the crab.

Ahhh, suicidal flies. A totally different story.

Yes, time certainly flies doesn't it. Seems only yesterday 2007 greeted us, now its gone. Happy new year to all.

Sunday, December 28, 2008


Without looking at the exif, see if you can spot the difference between the output of a DSLR and a compact digital.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Back to basics

Back to the things I know a bit of, ships and the sea. Photos taken on a rather hazy, moody afternoon which gave the rather cold bluish cast.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Flow control

Flow, everything seems to flow away, least of all money. Especially in these dire times, year end rituals and its impact on the already skinny purse. Which reminds me of a discussion I had with a dear friend who is a polar opposite to me where money is concerned.

His aim was to make millions, he enjoys looking at the many zero's in his bank statement. When I ask him why, he said that its important to have funds available for important things that might crop up. Hmmm, true, but then again how we define important things is relative. He led a frugal life, happy in his own scroogian ways. Till today, he has yet to spend his millions on "important things".

I on the other hand always seems to find "important things" to spend on. Things like this notebook that I am creating this post with. It is important for me to have things that make my life easier and more enjoyable. If its a notebook, it has to be light so its easy to carry around, fast and functional, which will obviously cost a lot more than your regular PC which could also be used to produce a post such as this.

Money, after all is meant to be used to make things easier for us. Not to be hoarded and admired. Unless of course if you can say; eat it per se. You know, some ketchup on a fifty note to add taste... No you had to use it to perhaps get a plate of mash and bangers, which can then satisfy your hunger. Certainly not merely looking at the money.

We live a short life after all. God forbid, the millions you left behind after you die became the source of contentions among those you left behind.

Then again, maybe I am just a wee bit jealous at his still many zero's....

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Sunday, November 30, 2008

MyStream 2008

The clan had a great time at Legend Water Chalet, Port Dickson. About two dozen families and their cars were involved. The organisers did a great service. From the hotel arrangement to the barbeque and best of all the entertainment. No need to spend on guest artist, resident entertainers were equally great if not better.

We had singers with golden voices and natural born comedians. Mix that with camaraderie and unpretentious kinship, it made for a blast of a time for everyone.

Thank you guys.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

The Visitor

Work finished late, almost midnight. Needing respite we went for a slow drive. Enjoying the cool night breeze and beautiful moonlight in the open top car. Stopped for a drink, some chicken wings and fries at Danga Bay.

By the time we got back it was almost 2am. The gate was closed, even with the bright beam of the xenon headlights no one appears to open the gate. Damn, "makan gaji buta..." A toot of the horn brought not the guards, instead another colleague appear from the guard house. He opened the gate and we cruised in.

Get the roof up, cut the engine and walk slowly to the main door. Just as I reached for the door knob, the two guards appear. They look shaken and the Indian guy start muttering in Tamil to our Administrator. It turns out that just before we arrived, the guards saw something that looks like a lady dragging a long white cloth. They followed it right up to the door before it disappears.

This, after our colleague left his room to sleep in the guard house. Why ? He keep hearing someone or something calling out to him whenever he is in his room.

That night the three of us ended up moving beds, mattresses and pillows to spend the night like refugees in one single room. Forgoing privacy and privileges, succumbing to fear. Letting our base instinct pacify itself with the perceived security offered by the proximity of another human being. But...

As I lay myself to sleep, I can't help but wonder, is it really my two other friends that is sleeping in the room ? Is it really them or what appears to be them. I do not dare ask, nor do I sleep as I lay waiting for the morning sun to burn away the fear and uncertainty.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

By the sea...

A nice day by the beach. Clear blue skies unhindered by smog or pollutants. Atmosphere cleaned by the rain. Soft salty air caressing exposed skin...

Monday, November 17, 2008

Cheeky girl...

My niece, the confident cheeky girl who has an answer for everything. Don't mess with her...

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Parting Ways IV

Jim has more or less settled in his new life, new routines, new emptiness. Taking to it like duck to water though outwardly he gave an impression of one going through a rough patch, secretly he's beginning to enjoy his freedom. The severed responsibility from wife and kids. He has always been an introvert and this turn in his life gave him the social endorsement to be himself. No more putting up faces, no more pretending to enjoy companies he did not care for. He has an excuse, his divorce, the separation from the kids gave him immunity. Everyone would understand when he makes an excuse not to be sociable.

He poured his soul into his work. 24 hours a day. Only taking short breaks during weekends to see the kids, if they were on the same continent, that is. Otherwise, his weekend will be spent lazing around and working on his art. He has just discovered painting and found it to be soothing as he immerses himself in the colours and textures on the canvas. He lets himself go when he paints. Some were bold strokes and colours while some were muted monochrome and sepia. Once completed, left to dry then stacked in one of the rooms. This is his new world as he continue to heal from the pain. And the memory of that pain was revisited by a phone call.

It happened while he was on the way to a meeting. His mind pre-occupied with it. His agenda, the negotiations, the opponents, the back up plan and some such. When his phone rings, he just picked it up thinking that it may be his secretary making sure, as usual, that he is indeed going to the meeting - not that he ever forgets - she's just doing her job, annoyingly, Jim thought. But the voice at the other end is different and it spoke of pleasantries not formality. It took a second or so for Jim to be pulled back to the conversation at hand.

It was an old friend, used to be anyway. It was a friend whom he had helped get back on his feet when he was down and out. Someone whom he put his reputation on the line for. Yet, for some reason or other, once this friend got his groove back, Jim was dropped like a hot stone. No explanation, no nothing, just drifted off. Last Jim heard was that this friend does not like the way Jim was treating another common friend. Yeah right, some excuse. What hurts most for Jim was the fact that he lost a friend whom he had taken in as one of his own. He was angry at himself for being too trusting, for thinking that others would treat him like he would treat them. What a fool. No more. Thinking back, Jim realised that perhaps there was an element of jealousy and business rivalry that brought on the rift. The past is gone.

The phone call seems a bit too suspicious for Jim. No apologies, no nothing, just an out of the blue invitation to dinner. After years has gone by, numerous mobile number changes, a call for dinner ? Nah, even the memory is still painful so when the sms with address arrived, Jim replied in the negative. Inwardly, he thought, you got out of my circle by your own choice, getting back in is not as simple as that, if ever...

What exactly does this person want ? Jim just couldn't figure it out yet he was sure there is an ulterior motif to that invitation. How did he get his number ? As he recall, his distribution was limited when he changed his number. Have they been monitoring him all this while. If so, would not a friend have come forward when he was in the midst of the divorce. Why wait until now ? So many question, so many assumptions. The circumstances seems too suspicious and insincere. Worst of all, Jim takes this as an invasion which he did not take kindly to. If only, the call would have come with an explanation and a sincerity that he could accept.

That evening, his painting was made up of bold strokes of red slashes over blue and green blotches. Mesmerising mix of textures and colours filled with anger.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008


Majestic creatures made lazy by human intervention...

Saturday, November 01, 2008

The Wedding 01/11/08

Some snapshots from the wedding of a friend this morning. A simple, happy ceremony attended by close friends and relatives. May this union be blessed and may happiness, prosperity and contentment be theirs.

The radiant and ecstatic bride and groom after the "akad-nikah" - solemnisation of their vows.

"Phew, it's official babe...."
Congratulations and good luck guys.

Thursday, October 30, 2008


Sometimes in the darkest hour we forget the simple things that surround us. We overlook the little details that may bring relief and joy even for a fleeting moment. Focus on the dark and be blinded or seek the specks of light that bring hope. Hope, after all is one thing that all of us have a lot of.

Currently at least two of my close friends is in the midst of preparing to go for Hajj. The annual pilgrimage has begun. Getting news of their pending departure struck a chord in me. A tinge of jealousy perhaps because its not me that is going. The Hajj, the fifth pillar of Islam. I just want to get it done yet have not. Why ? I am the type who likes to get things done and over with. Like paying the bills once it arrived - unlike my other half - well that's a contentious story by itself. So, 5 pillars, 4 done, 1 left. To appease my mind, I have been to Mecca 3 times. For Umrah, the voluntary (is this the right term for sunat ?) not mandatory visit.

Since the first Umrah I kept telling myself that I will come for the Hajj, yet god in his ways invited me back for the 2nd and 3rd Umrah. So, for now, hope and wait. Inshaallah. To those going - lambailah kami yang tinggal ni.

A parcel arrived yesterday. It contains a book, a tangible output from 2007. Details and short review here.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Just being morbid...

I am certain quite a few will be put off by this post. Apologies, am just continuing the seemingly morbid ideas that goes through my head in recent times. The sequence of pictures seems to dictate a path soon to be trodden. The discarded coffin, the plots reserved for adults and the innocent exit sign losing innocence due to its placement.

Anyway, I am winding down a special day - according to my kids - my birthday. I don't subscribe to celebrating it as to me its just a passing of time which coincided with the day I was brought into this world. Got quite a few things done today. Highlight of which is my first ever organic lunch courtesy of Den. Was quite good and should have a camera with me. A tad more pricey but worth it. Never imagined that brown rice served with veggies could taste so refreshing and good.

To those who sent their best wishes, by mail (mainly the banks and businesses...) and sms, thank you. To those who forgot, no worries, I prefer not to be reminded that I am getting ever closer to my exit point. To the few friends whose birthday falls within a few days of mine, may your coming years be a thousand times better, healthier and happier. Happy Birthday ;)

Monday, October 27, 2008

Kiara - birds in the graveyard

Let your mind wander, making up the story as you go. Start with the curious bird reading the faded markings on the old tombstone...

Sunday, October 26, 2008

RC helicopter

It started as a meet over laksa and satay. The menu expanded to include thick lamb soup with bread, roti jala with chicken curry, trifle, pudding, cake, kuih and numerous other that I can't recall because its just too varied and I did not taste them all.

Accompanied by cold drinks, hot drinks and ENO for my dear bloated friend who has to fly off to another engagement tonight. Then Anuar came and the story revolves around his hobby - radio controlled helicopters. It was interesting but expensive. Then again, I presume not as expensive as keeping a mistress, ahem...

The ground briefing to a very attentive audience followed by...

...some practical, technical lessons. Notice the guy in white trying to figure out the black box...

Wooohoooo, actual flight.

Higher, further and faster.

Demo over, dismantling for storage. The battery pack only lasts for about 10 minutes of flight. Need to fly for half hour ? Prepare 3 fully charged battery pack. Err, a pack costs RM180.00.

Back into its custom made storage case.

Fully taken in future pilots all nagging their pa and ma for a helicopter of their own. Thanks to Anuar. Thanks to Dee and family for being a super host with super food and super company.