twat

for the love of god, pls remind me your purpose in life again?

penunggu

you wait one year for it,
it finally comes,
then as u start enjoying it, as u get settled in the moment,
its over, finish, habis,kapeesh,
u anticipate it for another year.

Par Punde

swipe only lar

latest addition. Im starting to get the hang of this thing you ppl call shopping.
a pair of chelsea cobblers on the way. anyone wants to part 70 quid for me birthday?



p.s. 3 guys walking into laura ashley to buy `mummy presents` is gay!
p.s. the girl at laura ashley thinking faheem and i are brothers is sick! i mean seriously?
Par Punde!

why?

Why do people act differently when in the presence of others?
Why the sudden urge to `maintain` one`s self infront of others, when one has already proclaimed not giving a shit bout what people say?
Why the necessity to act all anal with people from your own sphere, when there are outsiders in the picture?
Why indulge people from your own sphere with this part of you? We aint interested! We fucking hell aint impressed by it!
Why fuck things up?Why fuck our mutual respect?

hyde parko

On Sunday, went for a lil needed breather in Hyde Park. A nice warm sunny day for a picnic with yaz, fytrushka, eddie and faheem. Lotsa people as usual, free music from the 02 festival, great Belgian lager, cheap nachos and a football. i like hyde park sundays. ppl just chilling out, enjoying themselves and doing their thing. question: why dont i choose to hang out at the serene parks of klcc or titiwangsa? parks are a big interest to londoners for a stroll, exercise, lunch, picnic,etc. but for kl-ites, the parks arnt really worth going to unless u want to get posted in the malay tabloids for close proximity or some shit like that. Though, elaine did mention of the park in KLPAC which was suppose to be good. To be honest, the only piece of green i miss of kl is the surroundings of Royal Selangor Golf Club(RSGC).Untouched, Natural, Quite, All in the middle of the hustle and bustle of KL.

damn paparazzi

ahh.....hyde park


team USA


girls and ball


stella and ball


hyde park lake

swan feeding

beautiful creatures

after a long day of doing nothing and lazing about in the park, we were hungry.
Four Seasons, Bayswater. Just order duck noodles. nyum nyum.hehehehhehe. Par Punde!

*pictures courtesy of eddie

Babi Q

Planned: Last Saturday, have about 25 ppl come over to 32CT for a lil barbie for din dins. Celebrating upcoming birthdays in the household and to have a lil piss up with the start of the hollies.

Not Planned: Pissing with rain all day till about 5pm and the closure of the tubelines between hammersmith and acton town. Thus, 10 ppl ffk-ed.

Outcome: More lamb, chicken, sausages, booze for the hosts. A lil get together, meeting up with classmates and a few others, ending on a pissy note.

diana helping out with the barbie

naj,yaz,joe,yasmin,faheem

hijaz & fytrushka

with apek and lenglui

with yasmin

birthdayboys butchering cake (courtesy of adrain&diana)

abang dengan adik

joe,fytrushka,ayumi,yaz,faheem,eddie

10.9 Millimeters Matter

this is what i come home to, this is my shelter

after 5 months of waiting, topping up prepaids, buying idds, rejected credit checks and what not, one is finally capable of getting a line and thus a new phone. one is content with one`s samsung U600. until one starts fiddling with the keypads to find out one`s fingers are too big for technology. one thinks having a 3.2 mgpixel camera in one`s phone will even out one`s dilemma. lastly, one ponders why keypads are smaller these days as oppose to the golden eras of the 3210 or 3310?
what does two say?

nasi lemak & 100+

Headed to Covent Garden yesterday to check out the last day of `promote malaysia' festivities. On the agenda through out the week was promoting everything malaysian, including films. They were screening malaysian movies. On the list was the likes of Red Kebaya(which ive actually enjoed), cinta, and for some stupid reason, Cicakman.

Yesterday, was food stalls and the likes of handicrafts, batiks, knick knacks and paddy wacks. They were also selling maggis by the carton. MSG at its best.mmmm. oh and whats a malaysian event without a fashion show rite?

Damn alot of melayu ppl there lar. weird. damn weird. cannot say babi just like that.cannot.

awek melayu passing by. yazmin not happy

awek melayu gone. yazmin happy.

penjual 100plus (cheating ppl at 50p a pop)

flags and booths promoting Malaysia, these ppl are more interested in......

this guy


and this lady

6 pound nasi lemak & 50p 100+ (i opted out for the 4 pound 4 sticks of satay)

then it was off to hyde park to play footie with the boys,

damn nasi lemak,



yaz`s camera subject



oh and that huge dog who came over to sniff me and then later pictured taking a massive dump where a bunch of arabs were playing footie. par punde

mayfair king size

Exams are finally over(pushing the finally a bit taking into account i only started only four months ago).So, heres the situation, i joined in February into semester 2 of the final year, as they started the year term last September. Which means im done with the second sem, and will be doing my examless first sem this September. confusing eh? anyways, came to the conclusion that i am unofficially a degree holder now (just aslong as i show up and submit assignments next sem). Booyakasha.
on holidays now for 4 months. Can someone explain and possibly justify the exorbitant price of education that was paid for a year when i have a 4 month holiday for summer?
Par Punde
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found myself being dragged(i voluntereed) to the exhibition of students at Yaz`s Blake College of Arts.
Conclusion to checking out three makeshift rooms full of `artistic` work:
1. No elaine= No Understand.
2. No added info about piece below artist`s name: No Understand.
3. These awfully young ppl doing mostly diplomas and certs are really interested in pursuing the interest of sex and sexualism.
4. The frame used by a Arugi Ramayani was quite nice.

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i have found a blog i actually enjoy reading. have a go.
quite fun when u read bout a person taking the piss of political figures and parties.

friends whatttt???

caught in the papers today,

*a new drama on ITV1 about love,desire and betrayal called Talk To Me. with the tagline:

-i would do anything for my best friend, including his wife-

Par punde!

a funny yet sick notion, to think about it.

cha, apa nie cha?

*my final exam for pastry, a propasal to make a centre piece entirely out of sugar with a british political theme. good on paper, badly executed. chef couldnt figure it out. anyone wants to have a go?

p,s, eddie shut the f up here!

90

*a tribute to the smoking eye, whom is enjoying herself as an intern. im at 90!

p.s. i miss my 5pm beers.

pulling the trigger

Lils and I have just realised that most trigger-happy snappers that i know have a picture of me in a state of peace. Something, although taxing and arduous, i still look forward to contributing more to, giving my 110%, all for the benefit and love for photography.

the end of 32CT?

Some of us at 32CT are feeling the strains and the dodgy-ness of staying in acton. If it isnt a weird Somalian dude trying to get through into the block, its either hoodies (local yobs) or eastern european thugs making malice on the streets. Its pretty cool to walk around in the day time, but i must admit even i get the chills walking back late. thinking twice about whipping out the phone, ipod or any other possesions is usually the case. Dont get me wrong, acton has alot to offer, being a melting pot area for the polish, afrikains, indians and a couple others, stuff is cheap and u can get halal meat on every corner, besides being strategicly located in between uni(ealing) and central london. although, having a nice stroll after a nite out is not usually the offering here tho.

Went to go check out some flats in affluent/tourist flocking Paddington in central london today. Question: What do u get for 140 pounds a week in a place like paddington?
Answer: A SHIT HOLE! a complete shit hole of a `room` being about 4 metres by 2 metres, plus an added wc and bathroom. package comes with A window. par punde. i thought the agent was playing some joke when he showed us this `very pleasant studio flat on the lower ground floor of a white stucco-fronted conversion`, being smaller than most domestic helpers back in kl i would presumely have.

Its just mad to finally realise how freaking expensive property is in London. yea i know the usual `london mahal doh` and all that but fuck me, its crazy man. thinking of purchasing a studio flat in central will hit u at a cost of around 300 000 pounds plus.

My conclusion: stay out of central central london. if that isnt possible, work hard, oh fucking yeah work hard to win that 2 million pound lottery