One Saturday evening after coming back from a charity event at a home for children with HIV/AIDS, while going to Berjaya Times Square to check out some MYR195.00 Seiko watches. On the way there my girlfriend and I walked on the set of a video shooting by my favourite Malaysian band, Butterfingers. Sorry guys. I really thought they were busking, was going to say hi when I saw Emmet the singer crossing the street towards some camera crews that were filming. Nothing to do but give my thumbs up. I hope I didn’t ruin anything.
Stopped at Low Yat looking for some stuffs, bought them and My lovely girlfriend thought it would be nice to have some sushi.
I completely agree with her, but doing so would make us very late and seeing that we already had lunch, I said to her maybe after Times Square.
Looked at the watches,went to another shop, saw a limited edition watch that was half a thousand more than the non limited version of the same series. With the only difference being the use of the colour green on some elements of it’s typeface instead of orange on the normal one.
Saw some other watches that I liked, but any perfect match would have been a composite of parts from a few of them, the face from one, the bezel from another, etc. A childhood on LEGOs and customisable Swatch watches ruined me.
Went pass the cinema on the way to the Cold Storage, did not see anything worth watching.
After buying a drink, went up one level to survey the prices of these sets that the perfume counters were selling. Nothing of note though.
While walking past the main entrance, saw that there was a promo done by Sony Malaysia of their new Walkman variety, The A series with the wireless (via Bluetooth) headphones. The GF inquired about the availability of the replacement rubber fittings of their earbuds. Knowing that it was overpriced and the unlikeliness that these marketing drones would ever know. I kind of already knew the answer.
I remember these in ear rubber fitting being sold at the Sony Style shop at KLCC in the under MYR100.00 range, I however held the opinion that they were more likely worth at the under MYR10.00 region.
Looked at these Walkman(men?) they were promoting, it was interesting but my own Walkman is still new and the bluetooth headphones needed to take advantage of the wireless capabilities are sold separately and tend to be expensive. I’m no audiophile, but I doubt that a bluetooth headphones have the same sound quality as a wired one with the same price.
Going back from Berjaya Times Square, saw that we had some time to spare, went back to Low Yat’s Sushi King.
Maybe they had a change of personnel or management because the service was not up to the standard I’ve had Sushi King. This is more like some nameless shop you go to because everywhere else is crowded.
Service was so slow, we were gesturing for ten minutes before a waitress came and waited on us. Also when our order came, they had forgotten my miso soup, I had to remind them, and the soup only came halfway through my rice
Had some Broiled Eel with rice (Una-Don) while the girlfriend had some noodles. We ate some of their Salmon Sushi (Sake Sushi). Everything was OK quality wise, not fantastic, nothing to rave home about.
They must for safety’s sake change their soup bowl to earthenware instead of plastic. Wait, shouldn’t it be the other way around you ask. Well after after finishing my bowl of rice, I was eager to have some soup. I picked up the lid only to see the bowl was still attached with it. Then it could not resist gravity anymore, and promptly spilled it’s high temperature contents on my stomach and left lap.
I let out a little yelp and tried to stem the soup’s flow with the inadequate assistance from Sushi King’s paper napkins. The girlfriend hailed a waiter over in panic.
He promptly came over with a cloth and wiped away what was left of the soup from the table and took the bowl away.
what I think happened was that when after the soup had came, I didn’t open it’s lid to equalise the pressure of the air on the cooling broth and the air outside the bowl. Then the condensed steam was collecting between the bowl and lid forming a seal. so when I was picking up that lid, the air inside the bowl had a lower pressure than the air outside it. The same when one pulls back the piston of a syringe, the medium, in my case air, that have a higher pressure would rush in to fill a vacuum.
A small airhole on the lid would had made all the difference. To their credit though, Sushi King replaced my soup at no extra charge.
Next time I’m going to open any lids, expect me to use both hands, one manipulating the lid and one holding down the container.
finished my meal amidst the strange request of the customer nearest to my left. The man was asking for some chicken skin, the waiter actually went to the kitchen to ask his cook only to return and give a repy in the negative. Anyone for some chicken skin sushi?
After that, we went to the magazine shop/sundry shop/cybercafe on the corner between BB Plaza and Low Yat. It was there that I had found a periodical that dwserved more attention. A magazine named Monocle, selling for MYR15.90 even when the printed price on it is USD10.00. The same price for editions old and new.
What had caught my eye is the quality of design it employs on it’s coves. The photographs used are remarkably different in style and composition. What would come close in terms of aesthetics are covers of architecture magazines. There is a sense of timeless elegance.
The Monocle covers that I saw did not feature any celebrities, instead opting for instance, a well dressed Japanese man taking a picture of the front of a Shinkansen, or another that had a model looking though the viewfinder of a old looking camera (that I found out later is a new Fujifilm Klasse W) as if that is his monocle.
I bought one, the one that had the bullet train on it because I like trains.
There is a fine line that the magazine threads on very well. That slim line between true appreciation for quality and the smugness of elitism. The choice of articles are very refreshing in scope and depth for a current issues magazine, but at least it does not cover the same boring things as other magazines that seems to be too geo-centric to their publisher’s head office.
This magazine simplifies it by breaking up their sections to the alphabets A for affairs, B for business, C for culture, D for design and lastly E for edits and expo. Then throws in an extra Japanese manga for good measure.
A solid buy if not for the price. GBP5.00 for one issue and GBP75.00 for a year’s subscription of 10 magazines and access to their website.
Hope that shop in Bukit Bintang maintains it’s pricing…
I logged into my inbox to day and saw there was a mail from someone I do not know. Below is the email copied exactly.
Please I’m begging you don’t remove that before reed.
At the beginning I would like sorry for misteakes.
My name is Anna I live in Poland since I was born. I and my mummy we are
living in a one-family-communal house with small garden whose owner is
the city. Becouse of situation in Poland, very low income and eternal
fear for loosing job my mummy come down with the depresion. I’ll never
forget that time when from happy women she become sad, quiet, and lose
hope person. Depresion in Poland is considired as a prank and isn’t
treating. I don’t remember how many times I wake up at night to check is
my mummy sleeping is she breathing. Going to school start to be
nightmare for me, during the lesson I was thinking is my mummy will be
still alive when I come back home. I stop going out becouse I dindn’t
want to leave her even for second. And the worst was that I couldn’t do
nothing to help her only crying all night and pray to God to don’t take
my mummy away from me. I said: Please God don’t take my mummy from me
she’s only I’ve got. In this very sad situation there was one ray of
hope – the garden. When the summer was beginning my mummy to gain hope
and willingess for living. In taking care of the flowers she find peace
and happy. Every winter I watch how she lose energy. Every day I said to
her: After winter always come summer. You can’t go I need you and your
garden need you. That was till this year when we got from the city
message that this area on what we are living to become purpose of the
industry and we will be displacement to block of communal flats. That
was some nightmare. Everything start all over. I won’t to survive that
again. I was thinking that if I could to collect amount sufficient to
buy some very small house but with the garden – nightmare will
finish.That’s why I’m beganning you please help me. My mummy is working
very hard but her payment enought only on living we can’t afford on
nothing besides food. That is why I beggan you send how much you can. I
don’t want anything for free. If some day you will come to Poland I will
be your guide. I will show you everything you want but don’t leave ma
alone with this, please.
This is my aunt PO box.
Herman Dorota
ul. Krzemowa 2
skr.85
80-097 Gdańsk 7
In advance thank all for each donation.Your faithfull
Anna TujiPlease send that e-mail to as many peaople as you can.
The ‘to:’ column says it is also addressed to 30 other emails that have the same starting alphabet as mine.
Some type of experiment to see the generosity of people on the internet?
Last night I played with this. >>http://mike-love.net/touchgraph/
I know that the connections are arbitrary supositions made by the author of the graph. Some of these names are not connected to people I think should be connected, but I could only be wrong, as always. Yet, I am really surprised by the range and limitedness of my own knowledge.
Some of these names I have never even heard before. One of my favourite author are so far away from who my culture reveres most.
Is there amongst us that belong on the graph and yet be unconnected? Any of us are really that original?
We quote our teachers dead and alive even when they err. Errors combined errors are errors still. Let us hope we are digesting wisdom instead of poison. I toast a vial of hemlock to that…
I must’ve had a secret pair of eyelids. Transparent apparently, for I did not realise they were there previously.
These secret eyelids opened in earnest while the normal one were already opened and I looked at him straight in the eye. I mean, I felt them open.
From these two eyes, flowed rage like a waterfall upon him, a black and mighty torrent. He flinched when the eyes blinked and waited with a dreadful face anticipating rage-filled words from me.
“What did you mean, when you said that you’re out of Mango Lassi?”
“Well sir…”
Just saw the movie, It was good. Lois Lane is one tough lady. Bouncing like mad in the plane and she could still stand…
Last May, I, in my just recovered from a diseased tooth state of mind decided it would be cool for me to travel alone. In accordance to my plans of global ‘been-there’ dominion, I decided I’ll start with peninsular Malaysia.
I had planned to go to Penang, then south to Johor Bahru and then to the east coast. All this I intended by train. Alas, due to constraints of finance and of time, and with also due to my own pure, refined and amplified laziness brought forth by physical and mental exhaustion, I limit the journey to Johor Bahru.
Here, attached are pictures taken during this bout of wanderlust preceded with scans (thanks to the lovely pinkpurplecloud for scanning) of my travel journal.
(some information about Weld)
That concludes the journal scans. Click for larger size. Sorry for the handwriting, thats what you get writing on the move.
And now… for something completely different.
The train I rode on
The support train.
Early morning in Butterworth.
Georgetown’s firestation.
149!
This place stunk to high heavens.
Love Lane, heh.
These seats go both ways.
Cancer ward.
Arabic letter ‘Jim’ and ‘Ba’, the city’s initials.
Note the guy squatting on the planter, watching the world go by.
Nahar
Dining with danger
The bus I rode home on…
(I’ll annotate some of these pictures later…)
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