I get by with a little help from my friends, I get high with a little help... from my friends, I'm gunna try...

    I'm sitting here in a hotel suite with a fancy desk lamp and a big 'ol official desk looking onto the Petronas Towers thinking, shouldn't I be commanding some line of people? Or making some powerful decision right now? Well, although I am working (still...albeit from a hotel instead of my desk with the not-so-comfy chair), I'm not making any big decisions or doing anything earth-shattering, just more layouts for yet another CF of a project.  The only big choice I will be making is whether or not I'm going to the gym in a few minutes. Penang was ill. Work makes me wanna smack a bitch, for lack of a better word (Q if you are reading this, that is your slang of the day).

Anyways, here is an excerpt from my hand-written sketch/journal. I've been writing a lot lately, for no particular reason...Sarah Kay gave me some inspiration I suppose...

I could write about Penang.
The colonial buildings and high rises
The mansions and street stalls.

I could write about the butterflies,
animal heads, spice gardens, batik silks
The little chendol stall crowded with people slurping up its offerings in the rain

I could tell you about the trip to the little palau.
about my wandering thoughts of just disappearing from the world I know
I could tell you about the deep conversations
About my violent concoction of impulse and honesty.

I can explain, I can explain
how these elements combined to rip across an ocean
to stop another's pulse.

I can tell you how to take the dog out of the fight
but can you really change the stripes of the tigress?

I could write about the food
About how I dragged my parents out for street food on the first night
how the cab driver and I convinced them to try durian
at a roadside stall
(you should have seen my mother's face)

I can tell you about how good it felt to fall asleep
to the sound of the ocean
or how my shower had jets that came out of the walls
about how good my body felt after taking a bath
or how I scribbled down my whims in a smoke-filled bar
made of tropical hardwoods
worn, dented, and laden with stories

I could jump on my soap box
speak about Bersih
describe my pride for a nation standing up for itself

However, today isn't the day
it isn't the day to be atop the soap box:
the people have spoken

Today is still yesterday across the ocean
my dirty laundry hasn't had enough time
to dry

Sometimes silence can be golden
Sometimes pictures speak 1,000 words

-M

    I'm sitting here in a hotel suite with a fancy desk lamp and a big 'ol official desk looking onto the Petronas Towers thinking, shouldn't I be commanding some line of people? Or making some powerful decision right now? Well, although I am working (still...albeit from a hotel instead of my desk with the not-so-comfy chair), I'm not making any big decisions or doing anything earth-shattering, just more layouts for yet another CF of a project.  The only big choice I will be making is whether or not I'm going to the gym in a few minutes. Penang was ill. Work makes me wanna smack a bitch, for lack of a better word (Q if you are reading this, that is your slang of the day).

Anyways, here is an excerpt from my hand-written sketch/journal. I've been writing a lot lately, for no particular reason...Sarah Kay gave me some inspiration I suppose...

I could write about Penang.
The colonial buildings and high rises
The mansions and street stalls.

I could write about the butterflies,
animal heads, spice gardens, batik silks
The little chendol stall crowded with people slurping up its offerings in the rain

I could tell you about the trip to the little palau.
about my wandering thoughts of just disappearing from the world I know
I could tell you about the deep conversations
About my violent concoction of impulse and honesty.

I can explain, I can explain
how these elements combined to rip across an ocean
to stop another's pulse.

I can tell you how to take the dog out of the fight
but can you really change the stripes of the tigress?

I could write about the food
About how I dragged my parents out for street food on the first night
how the cab driver and I convinced them to try durian
at a roadside stall
(you should have seen my mother's face)

I can tell you about how good it felt to fall asleep
to the sound of the ocean
or how my shower had jets that came out of the walls
about how good my body felt after taking a bath
or how I scribbled down my whims in a smoke-filled bar
made of tropical hardwoods
worn, dented, and laden with stories

I could jump on my soap box
speak about Bersih
describe my pride for a nation standing up for itself

However, today isn't the day
it isn't the day to be atop the soap box:
the people have spoken

Today is still yesterday across the ocean
my dirty laundry hasn't had enough time
to dry

Sometimes silence can be golden
Sometimes pictures speak 1,000 words

-M

    I'm sitting here in a hotel suite with a fancy desk lamp and a big 'ol official desk looking onto the Petronas Towers thinking, shouldn't I be commanding some line of people? Or making some powerful decision right now? Well, although I am working (still...albeit from a hotel instead of my desk with the not-so-comfy chair), I'm not making any big decisions or doing anything earth-shattering, just more layouts for yet another CF of a project.  The only big choice I will be making is whether or not I'm going to the gym in a few minutes. Penang was ill. Work makes me wanna smack a bitch, for lack of a better word (Q if you are reading this, that is your slang of the day).

Anyways, here is an excerpt from my hand-written sketch/journal. I've been writing a lot lately, for no particular reason...Sarah Kay gave me some inspiration I suppose...

I could write about Penang.
The colonial buildings and high rises
The mansions and street stalls.

I could write about the butterflies,
animal heads, spice gardens, batik silks
The little chendol stall crowded with people slurping up its offerings in the rain

I could tell you about the trip to the little palau.
about my wandering thoughts of just disappearing from the world I know
I could tell you about the deep conversations
About my violent concoction of impulse and honesty.

I can explain, I can explain
how these elements combined to rip across an ocean
to stop another's pulse.

I can tell you how to take the dog out of the fight
but can you really change the stripes of the tigress?

I could write about the food
About how I dragged my parents out for street food on the first night
how the cab driver and I convinced them to try durian
at a roadside stall
(you should have seen my mother's face)

I can tell you about how good it felt to fall asleep
to the sound of the ocean
or how my shower had jets that came out of the walls
about how good my body felt after taking a bath
or how I scribbled down my whims in a smoke-filled bar
made of tropical hardwoods
worn, dented, and laden with stories

I could jump on my soap box
speak about Bersih
describe my pride for a nation standing up for itself

However, today isn't the day
it isn't the day to be atop the soap box:
the people have spoken

Today is still yesterday across the ocean
my dirty laundry hasn't had enough time
to dry

Sometimes silence can be golden
Sometimes pictures speak 1,000 words

-M

    I'm sitting here in a hotel suite with a fancy desk lamp and a big 'ol official desk looking onto the Petronas Towers thinking, shouldn't I be commanding some line of people? Or making some powerful decision right now? Well, although I am working (still...albeit from a hotel instead of my desk with the not-so-comfy chair), I'm not making any big decisions or doing anything earth-shattering, just more layouts for yet another CF of a project.  The only big choice I will be making is whether or not I'm going to the gym in a few minutes. Penang was ill. Work makes me wanna smack a bitch, for lack of a better word (Q if you are reading this, that is your slang of the day).

Anyways, here is an excerpt from my hand-written sketch/journal. I've been writing a lot lately, for no particular reason...Sarah Kay gave me some inspiration I suppose...

I could write about Penang.
The colonial buildings and high rises
The mansions and street stalls.

I could write about the butterflies,
animal heads, spice gardens, batik silks
The little chendol stall crowded with people slurping up its offerings in the rain

I could tell you about the trip to the little palau.
about my wandering thoughts of just disappearing from the world I know
I could tell you about the deep conversations
About my violent concoction of impulse and honesty.

I can explain, I can explain
how these elements combined to rip across an ocean
to stop another's pulse.

I can tell you how to take the dog out of the fight
but can you really change the stripes of the tigress?

I could write about the food
About how I dragged my parents out for street food on the first night
how the cab driver and I convinced them to try durian
at a roadside stall
(you should have seen my mother's face)

I can tell you about how good it felt to fall asleep
to the sound of the ocean
or how my shower had jets that came out of the walls
about how good my body felt after taking a bath
or how I scribbled down my whims in a smoke-filled bar
made of tropical hardwoods
worn, dented, and laden with stories

I could jump on my soap box
speak about Bersih
describe my pride for a nation standing up for itself

However, today isn't the day
it isn't the day to be atop the soap box:
the people have spoken

Today is still yesterday across the ocean
my dirty laundry hasn't had enough time
to dry

Sometimes silence can be golden
Sometimes pictures speak 1,000 words

-M

'And we'll laugh all the way to hell'

   Well time is flying by as always. Work is work, although I've got a new assignment that I'm learning a lot from. I've been asked to do the presentation design layout for this huge competition for a major downtown building. That part is not new to me, and I have a weird thing for presentation layouts; however, I'm also working on the logo design for the building. I've never done logo design before. I like the challenge. Who knows? Maybe I'll end up being one of those graphic design nerds.

    In other news Nina is still sick. Apparently she’s also been acting super weird/acting out; which has led her to invade the trash cans where she ate something super funky. She’s a tough cookie so I know she’ll be fine (plus, my close friend S from back home is a super-vet-tech-extraordinaire and will take good care of her). However, hearing news that she’s been spending tons of time on the floor next to my side of the bed and hiding away in the closet (she’s a whore for the sun); nesting in the small pile of my laundry that didn’t manage to get washed before I came here has left me feeling a bit down and out. Many of you are probably thinking so what? You most likely haven’t rescued an animal from a shelter. If you have, you just haven’t met the hyper-sensitive, quirky ball of fluff and neck-fat that is Nina. Furthermore, she and I are pretty close. Obviously there isn’t anything I can do; clearly I’m not going home anytime soon. She’s only a dog yes, but that just means she can’t understand the situation, nor express herself. Basically, no Meggy smells means no Meggy in her mind. Plus, who wouldn’t miss this face?

     It’s hard to believe this week is almost over. I’m taking tomorrow off to head to Penang (a place up north) where I’ll be meeting the fams. Well, not all the fams, my brother declined to join on account of the fact that ‘school is hard as shit man, and dude, I have like, ya know…no free time…I’ve got a film sesh up at Mt Hood.’ Your loss little broseph, you’d love it here. I’ll see him soon enough though, for his 21^st I got him tickets to the Great American Beer Festival in D-town (read: Denver) this September. Anyways, I digress. This week has been quite fun. Monday was less blah than Mondays tend to be. I went over to A’s place for some good home cookin’. Spaghetti and red sauce, a staple, but none the less great. Since my idea of home cooking here has been whatever can be fried in a pan or heated in a toaster oven (my wages and western raw ingredients don’t exactly complement each other), a home cooked meal was just what I needed. Tuesday was yoga, Lebanese food, and shisha night with the usual crew. At dinner I met a Jordanian guy named A (again with this A thing) who is writing his thesis in English and asked if I could proof-read it for him. So I’ve found myself a second job (that will, in all likelihood, pay better than the one I currently have). Now I know many of you back home are laughing at the idea of me editing a paper. However, it’s much easier to correct someone else’s English than your own =).

     Last night C and I met up with a bunch of CSers at 21 for the ‘weekly meeting.’ Girls drink for free. Unfortunately, based upon the above paragraph I headed home early. With any luck, next week’s eminent all-nighter at the office will grant me a day off and I’ll be able to go out in a more proper fashion. However, no night out in Malaysia is ever complete without a stop at a street stall so A (a different A, I’ve noticed a large portion of my friends here have names that start with A…) took us to grab a bite of durian and some Thai food. If I told you what I ate I would simply butcher the name, but whatever the tasty concoction was I need to have it again…similar in addiction to banana leaf. How I’ve managed to actually stay in good shape here is somewhat of a miracle; I’m sure the 16+ flights of stairs I walk everyday helps. Tonight I’m headed to Sunway with H to see the new transformers movie. It’s been quite a while since I’ve actually gone to the movies (Netflix makes life so easy). It should be a good time.

     Once again, this is getting way too long.

Peace and love

-M

PS...One last thing for your enjoyment...

   Well time is flying by as always. Work is work, although I've got a new assignment that I'm learning a lot from. I've been asked to do the presentation design layout for this huge competition for a major downtown building. That part is not new to me, and I have a weird thing for presentation layouts; however, I'm also working on the logo design for the building. I've never done logo design before. I like the challenge. Who knows? Maybe I'll end up being one of those graphic design nerds.

    In other news Nina is still sick. Apparently she’s also been acting super weird/acting out; which has led her to invade the trash cans where she ate something super funky. She’s a tough cookie so I know she’ll be fine (plus, my close friend S from back home is a super-vet-tech-extraordinaire and will take good care of her). However, hearing news that she’s been spending tons of time on the floor next to my side of the bed and hiding away in the closet (she’s a whore for the sun); nesting in the small pile of my laundry that didn’t manage to get washed before I came here has left me feeling a bit down and out. Many of you are probably thinking so what? You most likely haven’t rescued an animal from a shelter. If you have, you just haven’t met the hyper-sensitive, quirky ball of fluff and neck-fat that is Nina. Furthermore, she and I are pretty close. Obviously there isn’t anything I can do; clearly I’m not going home anytime soon. She’s only a dog yes, but that just means she can’t understand the situation, nor express herself. Basically, no Meggy smells means no Meggy in her mind. Plus, who wouldn’t miss this face?

     It’s hard to believe this week is almost over. I’m taking tomorrow off to head to Penang (a place up north) where I’ll be meeting the fams. Well, not all the fams, my brother declined to join on account of the fact that ‘school is hard as shit man, and dude, I have like, ya know…no free time…I’ve got a film sesh up at Mt Hood.’ Your loss little broseph, you’d love it here. I’ll see him soon enough though, for his 21^st I got him tickets to the Great American Beer Festival in D-town (read: Denver) this September. Anyways, I digress. This week has been quite fun. Monday was less blah than Mondays tend to be. I went over to A’s place for some good home cookin’. Spaghetti and red sauce, a staple, but none the less great. Since my idea of home cooking here has been whatever can be fried in a pan or heated in a toaster oven (my wages and western raw ingredients don’t exactly complement each other), a home cooked meal was just what I needed. Tuesday was yoga, Lebanese food, and shisha night with the usual crew. At dinner I met a Jordanian guy named A (again with this A thing) who is writing his thesis in English and asked if I could proof-read it for him. So I’ve found myself a second job (that will, in all likelihood, pay better than the one I currently have). Now I know many of you back home are laughing at the idea of me editing a paper. However, it’s much easier to correct someone else’s English than your own =).

     Last night C and I met up with a bunch of CSers at 21 for the ‘weekly meeting.’ Girls drink for free. Unfortunately, based upon the above paragraph I headed home early. With any luck, next week’s eminent all-nighter at the office will grant me a day off and I’ll be able to go out in a more proper fashion. However, no night out in Malaysia is ever complete without a stop at a street stall so A (a different A, I’ve noticed a large portion of my friends here have names that start with A…) took us to grab a bite of durian and some Thai food. If I told you what I ate I would simply butcher the name, but whatever the tasty concoction was I need to have it again…similar in addiction to banana leaf. How I’ve managed to actually stay in good shape here is somewhat of a miracle; I’m sure the 16+ flights of stairs I walk everyday helps. Tonight I’m headed to Sunway with H to see the new transformers movie. It’s been quite a while since I’ve actually gone to the movies (Netflix makes life so easy). It should be a good time.

     Once again, this is getting way too long.

Peace and love

-M

PS...One last thing for your enjoyment...

   Well time is flying by as always. Work is work, although I've got a new assignment that I'm learning a lot from. I've been asked to do the presentation design layout for this huge competition for a major downtown building. That part is not new to me, and I have a weird thing for presentation layouts; however, I'm also working on the logo design for the building. I've never done logo design before. I like the challenge. Who knows? Maybe I'll end up being one of those graphic design nerds.

    In other news Nina is still sick. Apparently she’s also been acting super weird/acting out; which has led her to invade the trash cans where she ate something super funky. She’s a tough cookie so I know she’ll be fine (plus, my close friend S from back home is a super-vet-tech-extraordinaire and will take good care of her). However, hearing news that she’s been spending tons of time on the floor next to my side of the bed and hiding away in the closet (she’s a whore for the sun); nesting in the small pile of my laundry that didn’t manage to get washed before I came here has left me feeling a bit down and out. Many of you are probably thinking so what? You most likely haven’t rescued an animal from a shelter. If you have, you just haven’t met the hyper-sensitive, quirky ball of fluff and neck-fat that is Nina. Furthermore, she and I are pretty close. Obviously there isn’t anything I can do; clearly I’m not going home anytime soon. She’s only a dog yes, but that just means she can’t understand the situation, nor express herself. Basically, no Meggy smells means no Meggy in her mind. Plus, who wouldn’t miss this face?

     It’s hard to believe this week is almost over. I’m taking tomorrow off to head to Penang (a place up north) where I’ll be meeting the fams. Well, not all the fams, my brother declined to join on account of the fact that ‘school is hard as shit man, and dude, I have like, ya know…no free time…I’ve got a film sesh up at Mt Hood.’ Your loss little broseph, you’d love it here. I’ll see him soon enough though, for his 21^st I got him tickets to the Great American Beer Festival in D-town (read: Denver) this September. Anyways, I digress. This week has been quite fun. Monday was less blah than Mondays tend to be. I went over to A’s place for some good home cookin’. Spaghetti and red sauce, a staple, but none the less great. Since my idea of home cooking here has been whatever can be fried in a pan or heated in a toaster oven (my wages and western raw ingredients don’t exactly complement each other), a home cooked meal was just what I needed. Tuesday was yoga, Lebanese food, and shisha night with the usual crew. At dinner I met a Jordanian guy named A (again with this A thing) who is writing his thesis in English and asked if I could proof-read it for him. So I’ve found myself a second job (that will, in all likelihood, pay better than the one I currently have). Now I know many of you back home are laughing at the idea of me editing a paper. However, it’s much easier to correct someone else’s English than your own =).

     Last night C and I met up with a bunch of CSers at 21 for the ‘weekly meeting.’ Girls drink for free. Unfortunately, based upon the above paragraph I headed home early. With any luck, next week’s eminent all-nighter at the office will grant me a day off and I’ll be able to go out in a more proper fashion. However, no night out in Malaysia is ever complete without a stop at a street stall so A (a different A, I’ve noticed a large portion of my friends here have names that start with A…) took us to grab a bite of durian and some Thai food. If I told you what I ate I would simply butcher the name, but whatever the tasty concoction was I need to have it again…similar in addiction to banana leaf. How I’ve managed to actually stay in good shape here is somewhat of a miracle; I’m sure the 16+ flights of stairs I walk everyday helps. Tonight I’m headed to Sunway with H to see the new transformers movie. It’s been quite a while since I’ve actually gone to the movies (Netflix makes life so easy). It should be a good time.

     Once again, this is getting way too long.

Peace and love

-M

PS...One last thing for your enjoyment...

   Well time is flying by as always. Work is work, although I've got a new assignment that I'm learning a lot from. I've been asked to do the presentation design layout for this huge competition for a major downtown building. That part is not new to me, and I have a weird thing for presentation layouts; however, I'm also working on the logo design for the building. I've never done logo design before. I like the challenge. Who knows? Maybe I'll end up being one of those graphic design nerds.

    In other news Nina is still sick. Apparently she’s also been acting super weird/acting out; which has led her to invade the trash cans where she ate something super funky. She’s a tough cookie so I know she’ll be fine (plus, my close friend S from back home is a super-vet-tech-extraordinaire and will take good care of her). However, hearing news that she’s been spending tons of time on the floor next to my side of the bed and hiding away in the closet (she’s a whore for the sun); nesting in the small pile of my laundry that didn’t manage to get washed before I came here has left me feeling a bit down and out. Many of you are probably thinking so what? You most likely haven’t rescued an animal from a shelter. If you have, you just haven’t met the hyper-sensitive, quirky ball of fluff and neck-fat that is Nina. Furthermore, she and I are pretty close. Obviously there isn’t anything I can do; clearly I’m not going home anytime soon. She’s only a dog yes, but that just means she can’t understand the situation, nor express herself. Basically, no Meggy smells means no Meggy in her mind. Plus, who wouldn’t miss this face?

     It’s hard to believe this week is almost over. I’m taking tomorrow off to head to Penang (a place up north) where I’ll be meeting the fams. Well, not all the fams, my brother declined to join on account of the fact that ‘school is hard as shit man, and dude, I have like, ya know…no free time…I’ve got a film sesh up at Mt Hood.’ Your loss little broseph, you’d love it here. I’ll see him soon enough though, for his 21^st I got him tickets to the Great American Beer Festival in D-town (read: Denver) this September. Anyways, I digress. This week has been quite fun. Monday was less blah than Mondays tend to be. I went over to A’s place for some good home cookin’. Spaghetti and red sauce, a staple, but none the less great. Since my idea of home cooking here has been whatever can be fried in a pan or heated in a toaster oven (my wages and western raw ingredients don’t exactly complement each other), a home cooked meal was just what I needed. Tuesday was yoga, Lebanese food, and shisha night with the usual crew. At dinner I met a Jordanian guy named A (again with this A thing) who is writing his thesis in English and asked if I could proof-read it for him. So I’ve found myself a second job (that will, in all likelihood, pay better than the one I currently have). Now I know many of you back home are laughing at the idea of me editing a paper. However, it’s much easier to correct someone else’s English than your own =).

     Last night C and I met up with a bunch of CSers at 21 for the ‘weekly meeting.’ Girls drink for free. Unfortunately, based upon the above paragraph I headed home early. With any luck, next week’s eminent all-nighter at the office will grant me a day off and I’ll be able to go out in a more proper fashion. However, no night out in Malaysia is ever complete without a stop at a street stall so A (a different A, I’ve noticed a large portion of my friends here have names that start with A…) took us to grab a bite of durian and some Thai food. If I told you what I ate I would simply butcher the name, but whatever the tasty concoction was I need to have it again…similar in addiction to banana leaf. How I’ve managed to actually stay in good shape here is somewhat of a miracle; I’m sure the 16+ flights of stairs I walk everyday helps. Tonight I’m headed to Sunway with H to see the new transformers movie. It’s been quite a while since I’ve actually gone to the movies (Netflix makes life so easy). It should be a good time.

     Once again, this is getting way too long.

Peace and love

-M

PS...One last thing for your enjoyment...

Happy Father's Day Dad!

     I'm back from Singapore. After having a long weekend of walking around, eating, and partying with some great people I'm quite tired so I'll update on my trip another day. I just wanted to give a shout out to my dad as it's father's day (well not quite yet for him). My dad is a great guy and he's always been there for me. I see him and how happy he is with his life and with his job and I really admire him for that. There are so many people out there who go through life in a robot-like way, and he is not one of them. He truly tries to seize every moment he can. Even when we don't see eye-to-eye on certain issues (usually pertaining to worldly issues) I admire the fact that he can still maintain an open mind, or at least listen to what I have to say. Dad, you're awesome. Hopefully I will see you here in KL soon.

Love,

-M

     I'm back from Singapore. After having a long weekend of walking around, eating, and partying with some great people I'm quite tired so I'll update on my trip another day. I just wanted to give a shout out to my dad as it's father's day (well not quite yet for him). My dad is a great guy and he's always been there for me. I see him and how happy he is with his life and with his job and I really admire him for that. There are so many people out there who go through life in a robot-like way, and he is not one of them. He truly tries to seize every moment he can. Even when we don't see eye-to-eye on certain issues (usually pertaining to worldly issues) I admire the fact that he can still maintain an open mind, or at least listen to what I have to say. Dad, you're awesome. Hopefully I will see you here in KL soon.

Love,

-M

     I'm back from Singapore. After having a long weekend of walking around, eating, and partying with some great people I'm quite tired so I'll update on my trip another day. I just wanted to give a shout out to my dad as it's father's day (well not quite yet for him). My dad is a great guy and he's always been there for me. I see him and how happy he is with his life and with his job and I really admire him for that. There are so many people out there who go through life in a robot-like way, and he is not one of them. He truly tries to seize every moment he can. Even when we don't see eye-to-eye on certain issues (usually pertaining to worldly issues) I admire the fact that he can still maintain an open mind, or at least listen to what I have to say. Dad, you're awesome. Hopefully I will see you here in KL soon.

Love,

-M

     I'm back from Singapore. After having a long weekend of walking around, eating, and partying with some great people I'm quite tired so I'll update on my trip another day. I just wanted to give a shout out to my dad as it's father's day (well not quite yet for him). My dad is a great guy and he's always been there for me. I see him and how happy he is with his life and with his job and I really admire him for that. There are so many people out there who go through life in a robot-like way, and he is not one of them. He truly tries to seize every moment he can. Even when we don't see eye-to-eye on certain issues (usually pertaining to worldly issues) I admire the fact that he can still maintain an open mind, or at least listen to what I have to say. Dad, you're awesome. Hopefully I will see you here in KL soon.

Love,

-M