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2010 friendships and other ships some disappeared and came back but some are no more, no romance tapi takpe, getting away more from smoke infested places into quietness of lalang moving in the wind somewhere in a field, somewhere as i walk to work, sitting there for ages waiting for actual work… the nature of newspaper publishing? yearning for nature and forgetting about politics because it’s the same dirty dhal-smearing on white shirt tendencies. feeling more and more safe from the detachment from the father, me and mama plan to form that sanctuary together in that tiny 2-roomed place we got… without testosterone bullying. hormones abound but lust for furniture is on par with the usual suspeks…… can’t share this place with the straight guys anymore thankfully yoga and sweating it out in bodypump raises the immunity? cathartic post not even poetry or prose. sisters backing me up, oprah-fists clenched with strong urges for reform-of-self: saying no to assholes and deleting dust from my life; saying yes to the ones around me because they are worth my time — better than to lay motionless in the room? to be continued.

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Tony Takitani

Story about Mr. Lee in London

Did we tell you that one day at our swimming pool 3 lanes were “reserved” for private use and when the private person came it was the father of the present Singapore dictator, the original devil, very frail, surrounded by body guards. After his “swim” he insisted he wanted to have a shower with everybody else (who couldn’t care less about him and didn’t know who he was) and that drove the guards crazy… in case some of the other naked men (University students only, produced a knife from inside his arse! Unfortunately there wasn’t a single Asian around, very unusual. It would have been great if some Singaporeans could have the thrill of bathing in the same water as the man who made them into pathetic imitations of Swiss Cukoo Clocks!

— From a friend who swims a lot near the Serpentine
with his husband

Rut

Why is it I am feeling like my legs are stuck in clay these nights…. refusing to jump out and enter sleep mode? My job is destroying my life. When can I move forward again…

“Dear Jun Kit & Ms Polat”

To the gift giver, if one day you do see this message, I think you are an incredibly charming human being! Your mother’s dumpling is a good supper to be had. If only she knew she touched the heart of not one but two sons… 🙂

Brave and friendly Nepalese security guard

I decided to go up this one building near where I live and explore it again, this time with my mother. It could be said that it is my favourite ‘modern’ office building in Petaling Jaya.

The last time I was there it was after midnight on a weekday (adds to the astonishment), but my friend and I got reprimanded by a scary policeman who heard us on the 20th floor (there were no signs to say it was forbidden to take the lifts up; there were no policemen at the main desk anyway).

This evening I was lucky to have the gentle presence of a Nepalese security guard who probably broke the rules to act as a tour guide to a few levels of one particular block…the very high floors made my mother’s knees very weak.

He says he lived three hours away from Mount Everest in Nepal. He now shares a space with eight other people in a low cost apartment situated near this very interesting building, where he serves as a security personnel from 8am to 8pm. No choice lor — employers coop them up with one another in the cheapest places as if they are chickens to be slaughtered.

On the 16th floor he showed us this perforated steel platform that floats above a big vein of the highway. I tried walking on it (my mother didn’t dare look) but my feet started getting slippery with sweat… a rush of blood to my toes would be felt when I started imagining dropping things (my cellphone, my bag, then my slipper, etc). Just the thought of how the cellphone would feel crushing at the base of the fall… or how I would feel about it… (all the contacts!) was unnerving. I did not faint though.

This man however walked on it with a very relaxed gait. Seeing him suspended so high below the traffic was very exciting. It was evening, and indeed his day at the job was about to end. No fear of heights for him… he is a natural inhabitant of the mountains after all kan?

Kuching miang dan comel

Gambar kuching yang berkeliaran di luar kawasan kediamanku.

Tampaknya lucu, berguling-guling di belakangnya. Aku berjaya menyentuhnya untuk menghilangkan rasa ‘stress’ tapi setelah beberapa saat aku merasakan itu gelisah dan punya keinginan untuk menyerang, seperti bagaimana Polat akan melakukan hal yang sama jika saya menatap wajahnya terlalu lama.
Sayang sangat binatang manja!

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PS: R.I.P. CHI CHI. Condolences to my friend Cheryl Leong on his unfortunate time out of his cage. He was a very gentle male and always knew how to control the pressure of his teeth whenever I fed him raisins. A rare trait among Chinchillas ah…