On the night before Lynn left for the UK, it was decided that a home-made chocolate buffet was the grandest way to send someone off. With that in mind, Li Ping whipped out her trusty £15 chocolate fountain machine, peeled some fruits, prepared some satay sticks, and everyone was set to indulge . . . (More)

A strange sight, indeed. W ondering what in the world went on that night? Well, once the lady in question decides that the photos from my camera are suitable for public consumption, all will be revealed!     Until then, feel free to make wild guesses about the picture a . . . (More)

     Music.     I was never really very much into it in my earlier days. The only form of melody that was present during my childhood was the incessant monotony (then) of my parents' favourite oldies, which they would play over and over again. Coupled with war . . . (More)

     I had actually finished work earlier on that Thursday night, and managed to drive down to KL before the appointed hour. Upon reaching Istana Budaya at 8.15p.m., I was surprised to see my compatriots decked out in 'baju kurungs'. Miss Yenli, Li Ping and Lynn looked utterly . . . (More)

     Sememangnya pada malam Khamis itu, saya menghabiskan kerjaku awal, dan sempat lagi memandu ke Kuala Lumpur sebelum waktu yang telah ditetapkan. Setelah saya tiba di Istana Budaya pada pukul 8.15 malam, terkilan perasaanku apabila menatap kawan-kawanku yang berpakaian baju Me . . . (More)

     It was New Year's Eve, and we had just finished up our final dinner of the year at Kopi Bar, Centrepoint, when we decided to brave the (seemingly) jammed streets of KL. E Guy had booked a suite in the Renaissance Hotel, and we were already late, and had dark forebodings o . . . (More)

     One can easily imagine running a race to win the all-new Nokia N96, what with its over-the-top features and state-of-the-art technology, all housed within an ultra-modern shell about the size of your palm. After all, the phone has everything one needs to actually WIN a . . . (More)

      The authorities had recently heard news that there was a purported gathering of sinister creatures, masquerading as bloggers, in the Golden Triangle of Kuala Lumpur, in the very heart of the city. As a man of the cloth (re . . . (More)

     It was almost 3a.m., the traditional witching hour, when I finally reached home. I was exhausted, the camera heavy in my hand, laden with pictures and footage from the bizzare event I had just left. Tired as I was, I quickly began the lengthy process of transferring the phot . . . (More)

     It was rather late in the night when I switched off my laptop and began to prepare for bed. As I glanced around the darkened room, however, I noticed a little shadowy figure at the corner of my eye, barely perceptible in the gloom. Quickly turning around, I managed to . . . (More)