June 27, 2011


Well, I've never really spoken about my familial background and my roots over here and so today I am gonna let the cat out of the bag. My family, both on my maternal and paternal side are from pre-partitioned India. Which makes us Punjabi-Muslims, as they were from the Punjab province at that time. After the partition, the surviving members of my family moved to Pakistan. But to make things easier, we just say that we are Pakistanis and we still do have relatives living over there.

On the other hand, we have boypren; who is Malay. This makes for an interesting thought as so far, my family comprises of pure-blooded Pakistanis. I myself never thought that I would date someone who isn't from my same heritage or culture. These things play an important part in everyday life for me, especially the fact that I understand and speak a mix of Hindi/Urdu/Punjabi. Which brings to the next thing: I love Bollywood movies and of course, boypren doesn't. I know, that is probably the smallest thing that I should worry about, but when you think about it, most couples bond over movies and such.

But somehow we manage to overcome our differences. We manage to find a middle ground even when the times are the toughest. Sometimes I don't even know how we manage these things. We are so different with the way we think and deal with things that it just shocks me how we are still together and working things out. Am I making any sense? Or am I rambling?

p/s: the picture has nothing to do with the post. I just found it really pretty! ;)

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June 20, 2011

I Miss You Mr Pink

As I am typing this, I have four rolls of undeveloped film sitting siting quite cosily in my closet and one still in Mr Pink. I have been trying to get them to the lab but its either the shop is closed or I forget to take my film with me. Terrible, aren't I? Anyways, feast your eyes on these. I took them sometime ago, some random mosques in Selangor and when I was on the way back to my hometown Penang; these were taken at the rest-stops along the highway. Hopefully I'll get to sending my film to the lab soon.

I love these night snaps. It is actually the Penang bridge (or read this post), but since I didn't have a tripod tall enough, I just held it myself. I tried the trick of holding my breath while taking the shot but I guess it didn't work. Anyways, I am sort of in love with these two snaps, irregardless with its lack of perfection.

June 13, 2011


When I was a confused tween/teenager or somewhere in between, I wanted to be this lady. The fact that she had a career singing, add to that some English songs, in Malaysia (at that time) was just inspiring for the bathroom singer me. And today I met her!

If you are a Malaysian, and have no idea who she is, shame on you! Seriously, shame on you! First of, she is a diva (meant in the best definition available) in the truest sense. I mean, I would like to think of myself as a wannabe-diva-in-training (bathroom singer remember? And trust me, boypren can attest to that) but just bumping into her I was reduced to a star-struck-blubbering-mess! I kid you not. She has this charm and charisma that makes you want to say, 'I am your No.1 fan!'. Don't worry lovies, I didn't embarrass myself that much, I stopped after meekly requesting for a photo. (Erm, hello, how can you not love her? She asked me what my name was and repeated it just to make sure that she got it right!! And that is how fans ought to be treated!!)

Loved her outfit. Very trendy! ;)

Anyways, turns out that she was there to promote her new album (pictured above) and oh my looord, she looks hot! She has been singing ever since I can remember, since 1993 to be exact (I was seven years old then) and every time she comes back with a more updated look and feel. She is one of the most versatile and contemporary singers that Malaysia has ever known. Can I be completely corny and say 'Malaysia Boleh!', right about now? Credit my corniness to an overwhelming sense of national pride, please and thank you! ;)

Anyways, today was a WIN! How was your Monday peeps?

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June 9, 2011

Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while another approached. Waiting was a heavy word.
Atonement by Ian McEwan

This novel really takes my breath away. Every word acts like an instrument in an orchestra; playing its part beautifully. The end result is simply breathtaking. I am blown away by the intricacies between romance, lust, passion, rape and the horrors of war. One would think that the presence of so much gore in the text would distract the readers from the ever present feelings of love, passion and guilt. These emotions itself can be considered as real characters. Well, I guess I should stop my gushing...riiiiiiiiightaboutnow!!

So, what are you guys reading?

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