I'm sorry if you followed a link here, or still check this place once in awhile. But to save you the trouble, this place has been compromised. I'm cutting down. Thank you everyone who's kept a secret for me. Everyday I'm blown away that you still bother.
PS: tumble.
I've been asked a few times what my opinion is on the Fitna movie fiasco. Well, as Raed Al-Saeed says, it's easy to take pictures and verses of people, and use it to suggest something about anything. He went on to do it himself, in a reply movie called Schism, which is formatted and styled almost similarly to Fitna. There is no win situation.
People screw up as people, not as Muslims or Christians or Rastafarians. If I don't like a blog, I won't blame boycott bitch and butcher the Internet. How much hate do you need to have to be that irrational?
So after what feels like ages, I finally have my laptop back. And I'm 21.
clarke, minghella. who forgets 2001: space odyssey after watching it? and I remember the intense experience of watching the english patient in the cinema when I was a child, and being thrilled with the movie adaptation of the talented mr. ripley.
hope the aliens find you in space, clarke.
thank you, minghella, for enabling me to discover the joys of movies that don't do all the thinking for me.
What one object/thing would you take if your house were on fire?
I would try and haul my entire bookshelf out the window.Or just throw out armfuls of books.
My cats can save themselves.
My family will be busy saving the one object/thing they could take if the house was on fire.
I would just save my library. My years of book hunting and gifts.
Or risk nightmares of flames feeding on all those pages' sighs, how those words that had always meant so much to me disappear letter by letter, turn away from me turn black, how they droop and curl into nothing.
We played our very first show last Sunday night at ’Ceritaku/Readings’, a gig series run by Bernice Chauly at No Black Tie. Not only were we the only girls onstage, the lineup made our heads bleed: Shaarad Kuttan, Peter Hassan Brown, Reza Zainal, Farish Noor & A. Samad Said. And us. PAK SAMAD OK.
Thank you everyone for showing up and giving overwhelmingly encouraging feedback. It was a lovely crowd, size and response. We are still swooning from being on the same bill as all those intimidating men.
We may not have been political (Shaarad), adorably lucky (Reza Zainal), spontaneously eloquent (Farish Noor) or imbued with the fierce fire of several decades (Pak Samad ok), but it was nice to know that we brought something different to the stage that night.
Thank you Bernice for having us.
Dizzy & The is all systems go, and to prove this we’re headlining a gig in The Arts House, Singapore, on March 10. This means we have to concoct a setlist almost twice as long as last night’s. Come see.
I have my moods, I suppose. Sometimes I write in here three times a day, and then there are long droughts like these; time spent in other people's words instead of being so caught up with my own. Or the internet. I am riding this out, I like the pattern I've fallen into. My only gripe is that I miss my friends a lot more when I'm not online. What does that say? I have my moods, I suppose.
I am at it again.
I don't know how I got this lucky, but I am part of the Nokia's Soul Of The Night project. Since December, I have been defining the city at night on my own terms, and after all that is done, the phone remains my own. I'm the youngest of the six invited and I may not get to to go out often or dine out at swanky places like they do, but I'm still proud of the little collection I've put together so far.
I felt a little awkward with it at first because I'm not used to chunky, yet more delicate phones. But it's really grown on me. The camera is convenient. Its flash & pixel count is convenient. The font is convenient and the wireless access is addictive. I am not getting paid for this, I just get the privilege of having this phone grow on me, and it has.
The N82 TV ad didn't have to grow on me when it came out this month though, I loved it instantly:
That car in the beginning is moving backward!
not quite. look closer.
