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0 comments | Friday, January 29, 2010

We were upstairs with the best seats in the house, just behind the curtains looking directly backstage. They were shuffling their new breasts into tight lycra costumes, feather boas and endless boots. The men pulled down and changed their underwear between sets, not minding or not knowing that we had full view of them in their dressing room. The comediennes went on, teasing the crowd with sexual innuendos and flirty touches, mostly men, mostly Malay, mostly straight and not one minded one bit. A night out is a night out, however camp or playfully sleazy but who's to judge on taste in a place like this. 

She spotted us peeping from above just before their set, and I gave a little wave to our Lady Gaga from backstage before she went on. She tipped her Kanye sunglasses and waved back. 


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2 comments | Thursday, January 28, 2010

We spent the afternoon in Chow Kit the other day. We wanted to see the gritty, real side of KL free from charmless shopping strips and sanitized urban dreams paved in white marble and terracotta pavements.

Chow Kit is old KL, with new inhabitants. The market is still around, people still go about their daily business in reasonable grit and deferred dreams of a life not surrounded by hardship in our City of Mud. We felt like immigrants in an immigrant city. The police asked us whether we were Singaporeans, mildy embarrassed that we couldn't pass off as KLites. 

You can disappear if you find the right places to live. Chow Kit is their area, with charming Indonesian-owned coffeeshops and night markets selling used clothes down the alley from five foot ways owned by transvestites. We saw one, her, standing in her window frame above, watching the remains of the Old City with one breast exposed to the city air. 

I was there to ask questions, but I felt rude to intrude. So we sat and watched the new world go by. This is their city, not ours. 

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0 comments | Wednesday, January 27, 2010

My cousin is getting engaged. She's 22, and seven months younger than I am. 

Her twin sister texted me earlier tonight to call me over to Tok's, telling me to come quick, it's a surprise she said. And I was. Pleasantly. It was extremely sweet of them to break the news to Tok, gingerly, and by proxy. It was sweet. 

Talk soon went to proceedings, what should be done, how long should it be and what would come next. We are not big on weddings, not anymore. The Family has seen its fair share of extravagance, heartbreak, quiet ones, necessary ones and ones done in private on foreign shores away from the prying eyes of gossip and judgement. Our generation is wiser to the divorces and compromises of the elders, and we don't make such a big fuss anymore. We've become pragmatic. We know better. We don't know anything at all. 

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I want to see myself as a well-read, intellectually sound individual with enough sense to shun political rhetoric, who is willing to fight for human and civil rights and actually make something of myself in this godforsaken world without offending anyone too much. Extra points if I manage to look dashing doing it.

And then I turn on my iTunes and listen to La Roux.

Oh well. One shouldn't take oneself too seriously.

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0 comments | Tuesday, January 26, 2010

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An ode to a good friend, who's going through a rough patch. 

Chin up, conehead. 

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