A man's navigator

Woman: Is that your vibrating phone, or are you that happy to dance with me?

Man: Oh, it’s my navigator, telling me where to go. But don’t worry; I’m not entertaining it anytime soon.

Woman: Where do you plan to go?

Man: I don’t think you want to know, just yet.
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Woman (felt it again): Ooh, what is your phone doing now?

Man: I don’t know. I left it on the table with the guys.

Eye on Kuala Lumpur

It’s erection was achieved in January 2007 but I only got the chance to check the landmark Eye on Malaysia last Thursday.

My solid reason came in the form of a bunch of a good friend’s family members on vacation in KL.

As we arrived at the Lake Titiwangsa ground at 9pm the air was full of festivities. The speakers were blaring with patriotic and tourism anthems accompanied by lasers beaming the night sky and video clips projected on several water curtains. The crowd was understandably small since it was only a Thursday night. Nevertheless, people kept on coming till 10.30pm, another half an hour before the venue closes. The wheel kept on turning.

The whole setup was a feast for the senses and I must say, I have to come back another night with a tripod for a delicious set of pictures.

In the meantime, here are my shots.

Lake Titiwangsa is just a huge stone's catapult away from the city center really.

Eye see you baby...

Waiting to board the gondolas. The ride lasts for 12 minutes, with the wheel turning clockwise and couner clockwise while filling up four gondolas each time.

A not-so-impressive night view of Kuala Lumpur.

I couldn't get the camera steady for a good shot. It was also slightly drizzling that night. Or maybe it's the height.

Looking at the center of the wheel. Pivoting in more ways than one.

Looks like a sketch.

Reflections...

More reflections...

The thumbnails make a nice image.

This Eye on Malaysia delightfully serves as an eye on Kuala Lumpur actually.

Of Sydney and Mawi

I was spending my Sunday night watching TV when a friend sent me a text message.

[Astro Ria, Mawi in Sydney] Dony texted.

I flipped the channel to check out Mawi’s tour with fans in Sydney. He was constantly yapping and the camera was focused on him most of the time. I guess that’s what you get when the star attraction is the visiting celebrity instead of the place he visits.

[So I take it you’re watching Mawi? Can’t stand him so I’ll just wait for your video] I replied.

[It’s my wife. She’s just excited to see familiar places we visited during our trip last week] he explained.

[Hehe… of course. The senses increase with knowledge and familiarity. It’s like suddenly noticing and hearing more about things you recently learned. I know that feeling. The coincidence is delightful] I reciprocate.

[Yup. And since I’ve been there myself, I know that some stuff Mawi is telling viewers are wrong]

[Mawi is never bright anyway]

[Agree, same goes with his fans, hehe…]




Okay, I know that was nasty. But people talk about other people all the time. Why, many of you would say posting this exchange of thoughts is not exactly smart of me either. Can’t please everyone can we.

Like it or not, less than tasty things are always said about us, upfront or from behind. And when you’re a public figure, it becomes relentless. It gets permanently written everywhere, again and again.

And for the three thousand seven hundred and twenty third time, Mawi can’t sing.