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| melaka 21/08/08
 the newlyweds decided we needed to take a road trip to historical Melaka before we all parted ways and never saw each other again. dramatic much. anyway, it was a great day. and this post is image heavy.( leaving town )and then we hit the road.according to DD, the GPS was totally unreliable and the lady (let's call her Fatimah) navigator would've led us to Thailand if we'd let her. he used it anyway because he's an IT nerd and will use any gadget you throw at him. (this one was a wedding gift)our first stop was Alor Gajah. or Tampin. i'm always confused between the two and if there's actually a difference. kind of like how my sister keeps explaining to me what "extra extra" means when she orders her iced latte at Dunkin Donuts in the States and i still don't know what it means.
we were going to stop by my dad's old childhood house where he grew up and say hey to to some relatives who couldn't make it to the wedding the week before.a guy in mom jeans. The Sartorialist needs to see this stat. i especially like how the green button down shirt easily complements the worn jeans, giving his pose a casually stylish edge while accentuating his curves.
trees planted by my old man when he was 12 years old. i'd say the majestic stature of it is emphasized nicely by my 5'3 shortness. and then my aunt's decided we should pick some rambutans off the several trees in the yard.
it seemed so easy. rambutan picking is serious business.
half an hour of poking at a tree and a measly handful of rambutans to show for it. the shame. i would've had a go at it but was distracted by my own laughter. conclusion : don't mess with the country folk and their old school ways. they know how it's done.
naturally, our aunts had to get the job done.
so then after that hilarious debacle, we had to make a move. Melaka town is easily my favorite state, mostly based on the fact that there is so much history still standing around. also, people don't stare, the streets are clean, and for a city capital, there's no chaos or crowds.
in case you're wondering about all the flags throughout this post or further down, it's in preparation for Malaysia's Independence Day, August 31st.
shitty framing, image, shot, everything, but this is where we took a rest and had some Melaka dessert. in case you can't make out the sign due to the terrible photo-taking, it's The Museum Cafe aka Jonker Dessert.
i'm not a big cendol fan, but i tried the sago cendol and it was pretty good. i think the others had the durian cendol. i'm a purist and believe certain things, like durian ultimately, should only be eaten on it's own based on the overwhelming factor.
looking back a few photos above, that's probably what DD is having a whiff of.
this place was pretty awesome.
true facts.
my brother and i have this light-hearted understanding about Western ignorance when it comes to Malaysia. throughout the many conversations i've had with some white folks, and even some Asian Americans, they either don't bother to mask their unawareness and disinterest of the existence of Malaysia when i say where i'm from, or follow my answer by carefully asking if it's a third world country.
one Korean American girl told me she had a friend who went to Malaysia and spent his days chasing after chickens on a farm, and then asked if that was my life back home.
if i thought it'd have mattered to her, i would've informed her that Malaysia, much like the US and other countries, are made up of many states, and judging by her friend's interesting vacation, he could've been in any of the other 13 states from Kedah to Pahang.
so because of these many run ins with the dense western stereotype (no offense to Westerner's, Asian's can be just as asinine, but that calls for a whole different post) my brother suggested he send me a postcard, like the one pictured above, so i can show it to people here should they meet my reply of "Malaysia" with furrowed eyebrows and confusion. that way, i beat them to their own assumption and present a photo of it in all it's fishing boat and village excellence. KLCC? Petronas Twin Towers? don't make me laugh.
my sister admits that after a few hours of being in a different area code, town, state, any place unfamiliar, she starts to miss KL or more specifically, the Damansara/Taman Tun area. i kind of get what she means, the feeling of wanting to be in surroundings you're comfortable with and fearing that you will never get back home. sometimes anxiety hits, you get restless, antsy, or just get caught making the face above.
and then we headed back to KL.
these photographs were a collaboration of photos taken by my brother and i.
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|  san francisco circa 1982sometimes when she's angry she'll just start to hum. she'll walk around really fast, slam doors, and hum to herself. i hate it. i would talk to her, try if it were that easy, maybe ask what's wrong, what the hell is wrong? but i think if i tried the wrong words would come out. maybe i would accidentally say instead, you're going to die of lung cancer. and then i'd turn and walk away.
- Music:sunday best , augustana
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