Strasbourg Clock, Powerhouse Museum / May 2008

This was modeled after the Strasbourg Clock in France. The original clock was made in the last 17th century. The one you see here, Strasburg Clock, was made between 1887-1889. Just like it's model in France, the Strasburg clock is an astronomical clock that has a calendar, planetary dial (position of the sun, moon and stars over Sydney), solar & lunar eclipse, cherubs, crowing rooster and Greek gods. Six minutes before each hour, the clock starts its story from the Bible. Jesus appears in an alcove where the 12 Apostles (and Satan) do their procession.

The clock has been changed to digital but everything else remains mechanical. It's quite a sight, I must say.

Have a good weekend.

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Powerhouse Museum / May 2008

Found Nobbi on Facebook today. Heh heh!

And that's the highlight of my day.

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Hyde Park, Sydney / April 2008

Just last weekend, I went to Lindt Cafe with Sab, Najib & Nabilah. We strolled down Pyrmont and crossed the Pyrmont Bridge to Darling Harbour. On our way there, somewhere in Pyrmont's residential area, some guy said, "fuck you guys, fuck you guys" to us. He wasn't even drunk. After dessert, Nabilah got to see some action happening in an alley in Pyrmont. Lots of groping and leaning against a wall, I was told. Hahaha...

Spending my last 3.5 weeks finishing up my assignments. Not many left. I've got things to sort out. It will feel weird clearing out my room. It's scary yet exciting. I'm listening to bharata natyam to calm my nerves.

Listening to: Bharata Natyam on Sutra Dance Theatre's website

Here Is My Home, Malaysia / 2008

Few weeks back, I was told Mark was spending the whole day at KLPac shooting a Pete Teo video with a million other people. His passion for football meant he had spent the day talking to Shelby Singh while Awie, Afdlin, Reshmonu, Jaclyn Victor, Ning, Sharifah Amani, Atilia, Yuhang, Tony Fernandez, Tom, Dick and Harry mingled.

Apparently, Pete Teo wrote 'Here Is My Home' for Malaysian Artistes For Unity, which is an independent, non-profit multi-artistes song and video to promote racial unity in Malaysia. It also ran on RM0 (that's a nice ring in any producer's ear!!!).

I quite like the concept and video, especially when Pang dances whorishly and Mark attempts to 'dance'. Hahaha.

Read about them here. Watch it here. Join them here. Oh and support them by embedding the video on your site/blog.

Listening to: Here Is My Home by Malaysian Artistes For Unity

Beth Yap's In 1969, directed by Sek Thim, Sunway College/August 2006

I go by many names: Myra, Azrina, Adik, Puteri, Oi, Babe, Bebop, My My, Myreezy, Myrot, Maherah, Nina and even Azrin (by Cikgu Fauzi - my Physics & Add Maths tutor).

What if we just changed our names whenever we felt like it?

I told Fahmi few months ago that I were to become a dancer, I'd change my name to August Mahyuddin, just to compete with January Low. Haha.

Just the other day, I had a conversation about names with the guy from JayJays.

Him:
[looks at my debit card] Where are you from?

Me:
Malaysia.

Him:
I thought so. Which one is your name?

Me:
That one [pointing to 'MS A P' on the card]. That's my dad's name [MOHAMED MAHYUDDIN]. I've been reduced to 'MS A P B' here.

Him:
So you could actually make your name up.

Me:
Yeah, like my name is Miss Apple.

Him:
Haha, yeah. Something exotic.

Me:
Yeah, like, Miss Apple Pineapple.

Him:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I like that one. Use that one!

****

Dug up an old email to find an interracial love story set in Malaysia in 1969. It's painfully beautiful.

Here's an excerpt:

And now rain. Washing the mud from my mother's face so it became streaked and could be seen. My mother burrowed into the ditch. She clung like a slug to its side. Now things began to wash down, sharp stones to scratch her and sticks to break her bones. The water licked at her feet, then covered them, scrubbing vigorously, washing them clean. Two pale feet in a churning ditch, two fine feet with soles soft and pink. Feet used to the finest arched shoes. My mother lay like a corpse in the ditch, only her fingers gripping. Only there, in the crook of her leg, behind the knee: that would give her away. That purple vein, beating and beating, pulling the eye towards it and beating through the current of water like some angry beast. This vein and the one behind her other knee, and the ones on the seat of her bum, and lower. The ones she rubbed and smoothed with balms on a quiet night. These, beating and beating till the sound filled her. These were the ones that would give her away.

Beth Yap, In 1969

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Bedok, Singapore, Lomo LCA / October 2005

No internet the whole day. Was very, very crossed.

Also got my first feature article back today. It was the one on vintage fashion and Pigeon Ground Records and Clothing. Did ok. A measly 82/100 for it. Strangely, I was more worried about edit and notes from Megan than the marks.

Bleugh.

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Bondi Beach, Sydney / September 2007

Listening to: Homecoming by Kanye West feat. Chris Martin