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Wall tie in the Hall of the Ambassadors, the Alhambra. Pic fr Animah Kosai, responsible for the many book reviews I've read in the papers.

Wall tile in the Hall of the Ambassadors, the Alhambra. Pic fr Animah Kosai, responsible for the many book reviews I've read in the papers.

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A thought crossed my mind. One that relates to the title of this post. Shortly after I realise it also does relate doubly, as I noted to self there’s only one person I could aptly think of, to share it with. Thus I delivered it in a handphone text, and (to clear the pun) now here with you,

‘…this is the last night of terawih! I imagine you would get it, when at that thought, I say it calls for both a :( and a :)’

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Selamat Hari Raya.

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Police Rain

Waiting for the RA Reel (Draft) video by Chris Tock, to load before my presentation.

Waiting for the RA Reel (Draft) video by Chris Tock, to load before my presentation.

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Today after pretending/being all Mr. Hero Know It All by giving a talk on social media at a reputable ad agency, I rode my bike from KL to Shah Alam in the rain. It was not quite pleasing, considering I did not have my rain coat. It  is even less pleasing as it rained throughout the whole journey. With only a few intervals whereby your clothes begin to dry up a little as your body quiver and shiver.

Literally beginning with my jaw, later arms and towards the end hips and thighs. Sometimes even feet.

Yanyways let’s move on to positive moments, as with positive thoughts which helped me well especially yesterday and today.

Yesterday, feeling lethargic with little sleep, day ahead full of meetings, I woke up with an episode. Let’s just call that sensation that.

Not long after leaving my house, at a roadblock after being screened, me and the policeman started chatting. It was the first time, he left with a smile and a sincere reminder to ride safe. For whatever reason, that reversed the outlook I had for the whole day. That was all it took. Had I remembered to wish him Selamat Hari Raya, it would have been perfect.

Exactly seven days ago, 31st August, the collective I am part of organised the Merdeka Train Party. Below, is a Note on Facebook written yesterday by one of the participants whom I recently got acquainted with.

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Team 3 sang, danced while holding back to our hunger and thirst till iftar.

Team 3 sang, danced while holding back to our hunger and thirst till iftar.

‘Liberation of the mind is nurtured through constant practice of its ideal. One would not appreciate the value of freedom without embracing its moral sanctity. Our journey in life takes a sudden turn every now and then and least inviting is the hump which slows down the course of natural flow. Marking our sign of liberation by chanting Merdeka has been easier said than done as I witnessed the development of a National Day celebration prank into a social testament of the Rakyat.

The Merdeka Train Party organized by Random Alphabets was one of its few projects in engaging the masses to stand for the causes they identified with themselves and ideally share their conviction with the crowd. Marking as a sign of liberation the participants mostly represent the seed of our nation i.e. younger generation unites together in expressing their belief for ‘One Malaysia’. The method itself may strike as jovial yet what truly embodies them is the profound message of faith they share as an entity.

Working hand in hand to decorate the monorail as explained by the mastermind Zain HD, “we are decorating for a birthday party and it is Malaysia who is celebrating its birthday” in itself shows an understanding of our Independence Day where the experience of singing aloud to the patriotic songs and waving the flag may seem trivial except the fact one appreciates the message once it is embed in their soul throughout journey. This was how the Merdeka Train Party stood as a metaphor.

Malaysia is a cultural potpourri where its diversity should not be reasoned but instead lived by harmoniously. It is not hard to tackle the differences when the approach is by preaching tolerance. At heart it is easier to love than to hate when the ship of self righteousness is abandoned.’

- Aidi Amin

Katne

Niagara Falls. July 2006.

Niagara Falls. July 2006.

A not so fine example of two people who were denied a shower for an extensive period on a roadtrip. Coincidentally, today, by request I actually agreed to go to someones place unshowered, as was the host. Who later betrayed me by getting a (long) one and rubbing it in my face.

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Not up till two days ago when I published Kiss, did I find out a dear friend of mine has been following this blog.

Recently when the offer of a full time job was in process, talking to Pial about it when she was back in town for a few weeks, I realise that there would be  no more the times when we both somewhat self-employed individuals could indulge in the convenience of watching a movie during working hours on a weekday. Online a few days ago, she coincientally mentioned this same concern to me.

As with friends that spend time together, many things happened. I will share one that went and will go a long way.

When Pial was in New York for an internship, I went for a visit/holiday for three weeks. My baggage allowance, was 64kg. I promised her before the trip that I could bring back 32kg worth to KL for her.

At the check-in counter at Newark airport, I find out, to my ignorance and surprise, that my seat was  (still) not firm  which meant the Waiting List. This is not always a big issue. But it is, when you only have RM48 (useless) and USD.150 left of the unexpected USD200 loan you had taken on the trip (from Pial when funds ran out).

There, alone, assessing the situation, I called my father and he comfortably said, ‘if you can’t get a seat, just stay on la.’ Besides being broke, of course he had no idea that I had already missed the first two weeks of second year law school and I imagine then was not the time to share my schedule, albeit this was something I did every single semester.

Despite being a solo traveller, to my unfrotunate fate, out of the only few people on the Waiting List, everyone got a seat except me. I am told that I can only get on if I pay on the spot for an upgrade to Business Class which costs USD600. This was forty minutes before takeoff AND I’ve two minutes to decide.

It was about then that Pial arrived last minute at the airport with the suitcase I’m meant to bring back for her. I quickly explain the situation and asked for a(nother) favour. A few minutes after they swipe her card, I am rushing so hastily to the plane that I forget to drop-off my Exit Form.

RA

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I think, at the apex, what really is valued, that humbles me, is the (often) subconscious trust that they (you) seem to have.

Agreement

RA+D : The reason for the MoU.

RA+D : The reason for the MoU.

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A recent deal I had closed, a kind that was a first for me, required me to draft a Memorandum of Understanding (MoU).  Having seen it once or twice in and out of law school, I started from scratch. As I was painfully completing the first draft, I decided to send one of the parties to the MoU (who was waiting for it) a text.

You know, I like how drafting this MoU/contract is intellectually challenging. I love that feeling. But it’s also probably the same reason why I didn’t want to be a fckng lawyer. Sigh. It shall be with you soon.

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Together with the PR company & Interact Club Sri Garden, here are the four parties to that MoU = RandomAlphabets.com + Delicious + SPCA Selangor + Federal Territories Amateur Gymnastics Association

Together with the PR company & Interact Club Sri Garden, here are the four parties to that MoU = RandomAlphabets.com + Delicious + SPCA Selangor + Federal Territories Amateur Gymnastics Association. First time everyone got together. Same place, same time.

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Evacuate

In a meeting recently, there were two sides. On one, nine adults (or more). On the other, was me. Alone.

I was easily five years younger than the youngest chap from their side and clearly looked upon by them as this foreign kid from a foreign background with foreign ideas. After presenting and responding to questions, I got what I was there for. Not quite nervous, I was beginning to be curious about how this was going to end.

We ended up shaking hands at the doorstep outside, as everyone in the whole building were assembling at the front due to a fire that triggered the alarm.

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No Trucks

Surabaya, December 2007.

Surabaya, December 2007.

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Airflow

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Shortly after entering the Baba Nyonya Museum in Malacca, me and three of my friends were cooling down underneath a ceiling fan while sharing what we thought of the place and certain things in it, like the furniture.

One of my friends explained that the reason why there’s always a piece of wood/hedge/concrete  protruding from the floor attached to both sides of a door as part of the structure (requiring you to lift your leg a little higher as you walk past it), is partly because of the belief that bad spirits couldn’t fly into a room as it acted as a barrier.

Right after, another friend standing right behind that wood floor barrier said, with a composed pace and thoughtful face,

I think, I like how, the air is flowing through my dress.

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Engine

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A few days ago, I followed my brother in law to a workshop for him to make a test run and full purchase of the engine he got for the boathouse he is building for his family to live in.

I’ve been meaning to head over to east coast where the boathouse being built right now. To at least be some part, however insignificant, of its construction. That of a home.

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