Monthly Archives: February 2007

Breakfast & Readings

This past Saturday was no ordinary one. No, sir. It was a Super-sized Saturday. Well, for me at least. Let’s have a peek at my itinerary that day: 8:30a.m. – 10:30a.m. BodyBalance class with Klevin. Tai-chi, pilates & yoga. He showed me some graceful new moves that will appear during my instructor training in March.

What Ho, Pakcik!

What is Chinese New Year but an excuse to overeat, get annoyed daily by your long-winded pseudo-old-man of a 14-year old nephew (he keeps at it till I counter with “Whaddya want, Pakcik*?” and then he disappears for a bit), forgo all forms of exercise, and oh, did I mention the overeating? Still, what best

Breakfast Club for LitBloggers

Here’s the poster I designed for the upcoming MPH Breakfast Club for LitBloggers, the first of its kind, with Eric Forbes at the helm. Sharon Bakar will introduce London-based Yang-May Ooi (author of The Flame Tree and Mindgame) and Eric will do the honours for Indian-born Sharanya Manivannan (author of Iyari, a collection of poems

A Cover Issue

Writing & Publishing in Malaysia, Part II: Local bloggers can be of the gregarious sort. After Lydia’s book talk (read Part I here), we flocked together like literary pigeons of the heroic persuasion (one must be to brave the notorious Sunday-Midvalley-plus-last-minute-Chinese-New-Year-shopping traffic) and chittered away. Packing up, we descended upon the sanctuary of most Malaysian

Berpasar Mulut

Writing & Publishing in Malaysia, Part I: Yesterday afternoon, I attended Lydia Teh‘s book talk, I’m Proud to be a Malaysian, held at MPH Midvalley. There was a decent turnout of the usual Sunday crowd out to do their Chinese New Year shopping. Besides Lydia, I met other local lit-bloggers, namely Eric Forbes, he of

Das Jahr des Schweins

2007. Sitting in yet another WiFi café, a rainstorm booming outside. My headphones gently ease Regina Spektor into me. A little dampness when the newspapers all announce a drought. No disaster, they reassure us, we have almost three months’ supply of water in the reservoir. Almost. Let’s not have anyone panicking, what with Chinese New

My Fussy Valentine

Roses are blooming; their prices more so. Ah, St. Valentine’s Day is upon us again! Such beautiful capitalism! Where is the love, indeed. Signs are everywhere: A listener on radio today suggests giving boyfriends chocolates as “what would my darling do with a dozen pink roses?” Still, she recommends adding a single stalk to the