all begins with L

The king of the Golden Triangle has passed away.

“the only Shan warlord who ran a truly professional smuggling organization capable of transporting large quantities of opium,” and was “the first of the Golden Triangle warlords to be worthy of his media crown as ‘kingpin.’ “ –The Politics of Heroin, Alfred McCoy.

Apparently he had three daughters and five sons, and all of them educated abroad.

Someone told me that the grandson of Cambodia’s biggest druglord is in my school. I’ve been dying to know who he is.

The Prince at Laughing Gecko

Krabi Loving

Laughing Gecko Guesthouse

Sunset at Ao Nang

“The volume of your life has been nice and quiet, but is it putting you to sleep?! Turn it up and invite a little bit of turmoil!”

Nods.

Monday poster design

Tuesday market spain

Wednesday business pitch

Thursday econs test

Thursday ps cafe

Friday double o

Life is coming back to me… slowly, gradually.

Finally had a small breather today. Went to the granny’s and fed my two year old cousin his dinner. He is an adorable brilliant little creature who pronounces words he remembers at random.

“Elbow… Red… Yellow… Ribenna!… Don’t want…”

Things like that make me feel that I am made of flesh and bone still.

I met someone who earns her pocket money by posing nude for art classes.

Coolness or what.

There has been a lot of rambles and rattles about how the school is becoming. And having to design posters to “Reaffirm the Faith” makes me wonder if it is the institution that is bothering or we the students who can’t be bothered - to have a more meaningful life.

5 modules a term consist of 5 midterm project each, 5 end of term project each, 5 quarter term test each, 5 midterm exam each, 5 third-quarter test each, and 5 end of year exam each.

It is indeed very tempting to blame the circumstance.

I have no qualms with washing the clothes, folding them, cleaning the dishes, vacumming the entire house and buying groceries.

I JUST HATE GETTING SHOUTED AT FOR HOUSE CHORES WHEN TWO PENES IN THE HOUSE ARE DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

FUCK TRADITIONS.

…until my brain starts to cooperate. For weeks the boys and I have been cracking our heads for this one particular module of ours.

Entrepreneurship and Business Creation.

1800-IDEASBYTOMORROW-PLEASE

Preferably something that adds value and addresses a problem.

Work brain work. Urgh.

For years I’ve refused to don anything satin or silk drenched in colors of your highlighter markers. Where traditional outfit is concerned, the kebaya-nyonya has been my trademark.

Then this year, there’s a sudden resurgence of ala Javanese fashion and I find myself camouflaging with the fad.

On hindsight, I think I could bring over these gorgeous costumes into London and obscenely inflate the price tag, just because.

“Kebaya is originated from Arab region; the Arabic word of Kaba means clothing. The name of Kebaya as a particular clothing type was introduced by the Portuguese when they landed on Southeast Asia. Kebaya is associated with a type of blouse worn by Indonesian women in 15th or 16th century. Other believed that Kebaya is originated from China hundreds of years ago, spreading to the Southeast Asia in the 13th to 16th century” — wiki

Heh.

Mine is Blue this year, what’s yours?

We both concurred that confidence is beauty, but if it breeds that much air of arrogance, then damn that beautiful sunshine can be too glaring for the eyes.

My shades are too cool for you baby.

Today’s the first day of Eid Mubarak, also the end of fasting month for all Muslims around the world.

Celebrations vary across the glode and here in Singapore, some families opt to brave the crowd for last minute bargain at the raya bazaar at two in the morning. It can be quite a riot there I heard.

I on the other hand am chopping, whipping and stirring up a feast in the kitchen with the mom to feed my big fat colorful family tomorrow. Grandmas, grandpas, aunts and uncles, and pimply little cousins will gather and gorge at the granny’s. And those who still qualify (I barely do, sob) shall wait eagerly for the green packets*.

And then we’ll seek for forgiveness for all our past and present antics from each other - the significance of the whole affair.

We feast and we forgive.

Eid Mubarak, Salam Idilfitri and Selamat Hari Raya to you!

Z: What happens when 50 Cents (the rapper) moves to England?

A: hUH?

Z: (giggles) He becomes 50 Pence.

A: But you forgot to factor in exchange rate…

Z: Oh ya hor. 25 Pence then.

When a woman sets her foot down, she is arrogant.

When a woman has an opinion, she is fussy.

When a woman decides, she is uncompromising.

When it is a man, he ought to be.

Where do you draw the line between diplomacy and getting-things-done?

I don’t hate working with friends, I am just absolutely terrified of the outcome.

Having to pull off the cat’s twenty second quite smoothly leaves me a little out of energy by the end of it all. Thanks everyone for coming really.

Wild Oats is a gem, a neat hideout for those who are willing to take a hike or alternatively flag a cab from the foot of the mountain. It is as of yesterday, in my top-list chill out bar.

For those who shared gifts, hugs, love and laughter, and that chocolate cake, may we have more of such sweet simple moments again. Not to mention that we’ve got quite a hot hot table, I would have flings and kisses with good half of you out there.

And so I had glimpses of Sunday with the company of my two new fluffy-9-holes-fiber-pillows.

Weekends should be like that every day!