The Lost Codger

James Morisson - Live & Loud KL 2007, Acoustics @ KL Convention Centre.
I’ve been twisting and turning in a space that’s too small
I’ve been drawing the line and watching it fall
You’ve been closing me in , closing the space in my heart
Watching us fading and watching us fall apart
Well I can’t explain why […]

“Is this 9/11?”
I was startled by a voice which came from behind me. I looked over my left shoulder and saw a man, average build, receding hairline, wearing a grey bomber jacket, blue jeans and trainers. He was probably in his early fourties. Although I haven’t travelled around much, the vast ethnic diversity in London […]

I told James not to say anything as I wanted to see how long before Syimah realises that I wasn‚Äôt Chinese. Seconds later both James and I found ourselves in Syimah‚Äôs kitchen. Belinda was there.‚ÄúHello‚Äù, she said. This five-foot adorable thing wearing a ultra-bright yellow hijab and matching baju kurung spoke to me…. You see, Syimah doesn‚Äôt like cucumber (so clich?©) but to add complete-ness to the whole nasi lemak thing, she served cherry tomatoes, which I must admit, albeit slightly unusual, seemed to be a fitting replacement.Anyway, to keep a long story short, the four of us were sitting down and busy stuffing our faces, with the usual chat about what everybody was doing, for how long, blah blah blah, when suddenly I chomped down on a whole cherry tomato and the juice squirted right into my throat….

So I’m a little late…. Happy holidays everyone! If you’d like to see how Londoners spend their time on Boxing Day, I took some photos here.

I was casually walking along Tottenham Court Road in Central London in search for some photography equipment, but after walking for almost 15 minutes on this long and popular Low-Yat-like road, I was surprised I couldn’t find a single camera shop. I turned my head towards the voice, only to be confronted by a very petite lady, of Oriental origin, with cherry-red lipstick and eye-makeup as thick as Yellow Pages, wearing black skin-tight spandex-like outfit, stiletto shoes as high as the Petronas Twin Towers, and a plunging neckline so low, it was very obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. My jaw immediately dropped. Just what could she have meant by ‘these’? My eyes were still fixated on her neckline…. I must admit, girls with pretty smiles make me shy. I continued to walk faster and farther, to which then I took another look at the cards she handed me earlier. They were two VIP Entry Passes to Spearmint Rhino.