Photo - Above Us Only Dome

Nikon Coolpix 7900, ISO 50, f2.8, 1/32 sec; merged with ArcSoft Panorama Maker 3.
Location: Pustaka Negeri Sarawak, Kuching.

Gawai: After Action Report

Whew. Gawai is fun (sort of) even when I went to only one house. Other friends went back to their respective kampungs, so the streets of Kuching is a little bit empty. My host (friend, not server) wondered why her dogs were silent, since whenever a stranger came the dogs are sure to bark out loud. I noticed that they are friendly, wagging their tails and sticking their tounge out. While I was climbing the stairs, one came near me and started sniffing. I held out my fist (with my thumb tucked in, just in case) and s/he sniffed it. That does the trick. My friend's girlfriend (three of us on a Gawai visit) eyed the dogs warily.

Had fun, even when all we did was sit on the chairs and talk for two hours. I was getting high on two glasses of Vanilla Coke, which I don't really have a good opinion on because I prefer the original, 'classic' Coke. They have lemang, chocolate cakes and things that you can find on a Hari Raya. Managed to scare my host by asking whether her father was a police/soldier, in which her reply was 'yes'. I remind myself not to put any picture with uniforms on them in the living room.

Tasted tuak. More like 5 ml of it. I drunk it without tasting it. Burned my throat a bit. Instantly, a warm feeling started in my head before going down to the rest of my body. My friend, L (the one with a girlfriend) took less than what me and his girl had. I'm driving, so logically 5 ml is enough in case of a police road block (which multiplied during festival season).

I tasked myself with driving L's car while he and his girl sat in the back. I can hear giggles... well, my task is driving, ya?

High on Gawai

mmmm.... be back tomorrow.

Gawai is Upon Us

I'm off to friend's house tomorrow for Gawai. And I'll try to not, not come back home drunk. Rest assured. Perhaps there will be girls!

Sunny Rain Means Tragedy

Ah, after so long we are once again visited by the sunny rain in Kuching. The common saying among Malays is 'sunny rain means tragedy'. I have not yet encountered anything to prove this, however, three funerals where it was raining while the sky above is clear is a sign - of something. All are of my close relatives, and countless hours of genealogy and listening to senior citizens indicate there is a royal line somewhere.

Today's rain is a little bit different from the usual (aside from being sunny) in the sense that it came with thunders and all. Hmm... and to think that Saturday was scorching hot at 9 a.m. when I went to Kuching International.



Then again, maybe it's just my feelings.