I am trying to remain as calm as possible as everything that could possibly go wrong with a computer went fantastically wrong with almost all the computerized gizmo and gadgetry that I have in my house. You know I have been trying to resuscitate my studio back to life for nearly a month in vain. It's a bit like CA's futile attempt to get marine fishkeeping right. The moment I thought I was home free, something goes wrong. Sheesh.
I really felt incapacitated without my Thinkpad perpetually stuck between my double-double cheeseburger (read: multi-tiered tummy) and turkey drumsticks (read: supersized thunders). The Asus merajuk on me, and won't give me WiFi reception. The PC has a large poster saying "SITE UNDER CONSTRUCTION",my tech support has to sleep too you know. I was not to touch anything. The HP is broken because I had smashed it some time ago. Nevertheless, I had a good 30 minute chat with Kakteh, Ely and Anedra with only 50% battery before the Thinkpad blacked out. *winks*
To soothe the chronic withdrawal symptoms, I had a marathon tango with the mop today. Been a while since I attacked the floor with such virtuoso (angkat bakul sikit). I cleared under the bed and found hair. Lots and lots of hair. If the CSI team were here, imagine the mountains of dead skin cells and dustmites that they might have to bag. Prior to this, thanks to blogging, I have sped up cleaning time by deliberately skipping the dark recesses, dusty nooks and crannies and just mop the common traffic areas. Heh heh. Might as well clean up lah! After all, Raya is just around the corner.
Figured that I should go without wireless(double negation?) for a while until CA manages to rectify the series of hardware problems we are facing. So here I am, hooked directly to the cable connection 1 foot away from the wall griping my misfortune.
Time off from blogging gave me some time to meet real people for a change. Incidently, my former colleague and an old friend was in town. So we arranged to meet at Salero Bundo for Iftar. I was really looking forward to dinner under the stars Melayu-style until we got there only to find the place jam-packed with huge parties of hungry and loud people whose idea of buffet is to stock up on plates and plates of food makan hidang style, rather than piling up everything one one single dish.
It's been nearly 5 years since I last saw Pojee. He's my former colleague, whose office used to be a few doors away from mine. Back then I really liked what I was doing, my office was as good a working place as it was a great living quarters for me. I had everything except the kitchen sink. People in the Faculty of Creative Multimedia Building seldom go home anyway. Come to think of it, we did not get much sleep either.
While my office was like a mini museum of Budaya Benda, Pojee's office was like a psychadelic space centre. I especially remember his lava lamp, his super computers that looked like mini fridges. I remember distinctively something called Octane that could do cools real time animation. And he could really kemas. If you think Adrian Monk is kemas, wait till you check out Pojee's office. There were great many others that worked around graveyard hours like us. Nazura "Fishie" Rahime , his best friend back then, is now Pojee's wife. She just gave birth to a cute little cherub, Ilham Fannani 3 weeks ago. Congratulations!!!
My constant companion those days were Nad, oh she blogs too, and Nana. They were like sisters to me. Everytime I think about Nana, I am reminded of Dome's brownies, yang ada gold leaf tu...Yumm! I will blog about them in another entry.
So Pojee is in town to take that professional certification from from the good people at Apple. He was sweet enough to let me know he was here, it was only natural that we hooked up for makan. He was with a friend, Fikri. Both of them passed with flying colors!!! Woo hoo!
CA and I got to Salero Bundo earlier. They could not make it just in time for Iftar so we picked them up at Zam Zam Murtabak and adjourned to Sofra, a Turkish restaurant down the road.
It was great catching up with old friends. Although I must admit there were some awkward moments here and there because I was feeling a little self-conscious. You know, the bujang Nazrah and the Mak Dara are quite different from each other. It used to be very easy for me to strike up a conversation but last night my brain was mush. But I was thrilled nevertheless to see him again. Brings back memories of Bukit Bintang Nasi Ayam suppers with Nad and Wan.
Tauke Manggis
Aishah played photographer last night. She seemed pretty animated. If her parents weren't so uptight about her behaving at the dinner table, she might have enjoyed the evening even better. She kept insisting that she wanted Auntie Noreez and Kak Rocks. And Aunty Ayu, Aishah wants to play with you. She's been asking for you for days.
Anyways, the evening went by too quickly. Pojee and Fikri had the whole evening lined up for them. Almaklumlah Mafioso Dons datang Singapore.Maybe next time when they come with their families and we could spend time shopping rather than makan sakan saja.So rugi come all the way down here for one week, no time to shop.
Mafia Fikri Corleone
We dropped them off at Borders and it was adios, amigos! Until we meet again. And to Pojee's friend who reads this. HALLO, YOU!!!
P.S. : Pojee is a specialist in video productions and other high end media productions. He's done a few tv ads and music videos(Anuar Zain anyone?). He's done pretty cool upscale wedding videography too. Check them out at Manggis.
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