Hevan! and you

Imagine Bangkok in summer. Like excuse me? How bad was your geography. So you can imagine how exhausting it was for me..dragging my feet silling following my best friend, the compulsive shopper going around town looking for things. Finally, I plonked myself silly by the roadside and sigh. There has to be a better way to do this..looking for pretty things for the shows? Ever wondered half a day looking for funky wigs? God! That was exhausting!
And just as I was about to give up hope of ever escaping the heat, my brain exploded and hevan was born. So Bangkokians..(pardon..should I hurt your feelings for being forward..) but your city inspired me..heheh..And to the guy who was kind enough to actually took us around well..I wish I could spell the name out..but..it was one of the biggest pasar malam I have ever seen..thanks..and should u ever find yourself lost in Kl, hey..here I am!

hevan..so what do you think..ahh..i get it..jelous huh?

Imagine New York in mid-winter. That’s how cold my sex life is. And no, I wasn’t one of those ex-model reject from the seventees. I was the it girl. And yet, here I am, soaked to my skin with hot dreams with no mocca insight. God knows what happenned to all the Starbucks! Guess the neverending snowstorm sort of block the road. Jeez! I wish I could stuck my fingers in the light sockets and not die!
“Anyway, I was having this fucking good dream for a change and my mom woke me up..I can’t believe!”
“So did you do him in?”
“I beg your pardon?!”
“Oh, you know what I mean..”
“Sometimes you amazes me.”
“I know darling..I know..”
“Oh fuck you!”
“Always!”
“Touche!”
“How long has it been since...you know..not that I’m counting or anything..still..”
“Just say it ...you bitch!”
“Rough estimate..based on your looks...”
“Touche...”
“Six?”
“Months?”
“Aha!” she nodded, elegantly stuffing her overpriced lips with carrot sticks.
“Honestly?” I said, looking excruciating demure.. “three..”
“What do you mean three? You don’t look like a three to me..noticed your overstuffed purse?”
“Years darling..years...that’s how lonely I am..”
“Lonely? Not that I am a prude or anything..but may I asked..being curious as I am..”
“Oh fuck you!” and honestly, I feel exactly like that! Uhhh..does that make me something else? I wonder..if I should walk down that road..
“Imagine that! To think that I drag you around town...”
“You dragging me around town?”
“I beg your pardon?!”
“Last I remember, I saw something sticking out of your panties!”
“Thanks..that was like the best day of my life..and yes..thank you for being such a good friend..”
“Always darling..always..”
“So what happened to that leather jeans from last night?” Seriously, I could almost see her blushing. Then again, I rather blame it on her cracking foundation. Jane blushing? That would be a miracle!
“Why are you so hung up on love anyway? I mean...just get it over and done with! Just look at how slim I am..,” came the quick cue before I could indulge in my fantasy. Ehm...why do I feel like such a dog? Too well trained huh?
“You point being?”
“Stop being such a prune!”
“All you need to complete your assemble is a slogan..something cute..I see..numbers? Or buy one get one free?”
“Do I look offensive to you?” she asked, thrusting her breasts out. Five pounds I think and yeah, if we are not in a russian tea room I’ll be more then happy distribuiting her numbers to all passerbys. Ehm..maybe I could pay the neighbourhood kids to do that and still pretend to be the dog. How times flies...

Till I met Non...shattered dreams..so like, what else is new, huh?

“Dahling..I tell you this..get another lawyer!” Non said as we sat down for lunch that day. “It has been bugging me for years now...I mean, how much longer do you want to wait? And I tell you this..I get paranoid sometimes. I mean, can you imagine if it happened to you?”
“Which is why I am so peeved! Why do you let them bully you like that! God! You are just short of a few years from getting a discount card for the public transport. That is like, how old you are! Jeez!” Cat added vehemently. “And I tell you this..I know lawyers!”
Oh well..there goes my lunch!
“And your courtcase...what are you going to do about that?”
“What are you talking about?” Cat asked, eyebrows arched as she stared at Non freshly painted face.
“What are you talking about?”Non asked, equally stunned. “Is there something else that I should know about?”
Truly..there goes my lunch! Like I am not aware of it all. Like, my family is not aware of it. I mean..oh!
“The good thing about it is that..once it’s over..you can sit down and write about it..know what I mean?” Non said, smiling.
“And dahling..goggle sometimes..trust me..you’ll love it!” Cat said as she stood up to pay the bill. “I know stuffs..I tell you..”
Oh well..Imagine that..all my life I dream about being a doctor..never know that it is so much more exciting to be a lawyer..perhaps, I should enroll in one of those night classes..just to brush on my knowledge? Or maybe I should get one of those private investigator..Ehm..points to ponder, I guess..time to go into the yellow pages again..huh?

Till I met Non..like..have you ever dream?

Legand..I love legand. Ehm..did I get the spelling right? Like, excuse me? Are you a grammer teacher? What is this? Third grade?
So anyway..Cat’s left and I am stuck with a whole new dream. Not to mention the one that I have in my hand. A dance drama based on a legand..now like, how do you dance through a legand? Still, how much do you need to produce a play? And more importantly, do I want to take that kind of risk? Fine, writing is easy..I’m practically done already..as for the stage design..like, excuse me? what is this? Drama 101? Jeez..Like I’ll like to kill myself on opening night..go figures..
So, anyway, just as I was about to get into it..Non peeped in.
“Ad..bad news..I can’t get sponsors for our play. I pitch it as well as I can..I used all the cd and stuff..people are just not into it..at least not now..so..I’ll see what else I can do..okay?”
Sigh..oh well..life goes on I guess..and dreams..trust me children..dreams don’t die..unless you kill it yourself..so you never know..afterall, you might just get an invite from me..one of these days..
Inspiration Studio
welcomes you to...
“Lagenda Siti Zubaidah..”
so sue me..I can dream...can’t I?

Till I met Non..old times..old friends..wonder what happens to them..

“So, let’s talk about sex..” Cat said the moment she sat down.
“Wha-”
“Forget it. You are just too dull for anything other then work!”
“Oh?” Shit! She got me. I have to admit..she could be so annoying sometimes.
“So, what are we talking about?”
“Listen. You are talented. And I..well..you know...” First time for everything..Cat getting tongue tied? Now that’s news! Oh by the way...pardon the shit thing! I was just feeling!
“So, spill it out..and get it over and done with..”
“I’m doing this mag..and they have a slight prob with writers..so, I know..I know..I keep on asking you to do a few copywriting for me..but this is good..serious.. You want in?”
“Genre?”
“Does it matter?”
“Not really..but I prefer selling fantasy..you know..”
And that was that. Talk about hevan. Imagine being offered something that you want most in the world? Oh, forget about medical school..I am so done with that dream. Oh well...now if I could only complete this play and start looking into the chereography...
I have to admit though..it’s so hard to get good dancers these days..sigh..Oh well..so sue me..hehe.
Ehm..I wonder how’s her husband now..that rosli..i hope they are fine..life can be tough..and I..I think I am feeling sublime..

Till I met Non...I am rambling..you know..

It was during one of those lonely, winter nights back in Canada when I decided to do something about my life. It took a while, but I finally did it. A book. My first actually. A fairy tales of sort..the magician. And now as I look at it..I had to admit..God! I was such a lamos. That was just crap. I definately need to rewrite it. Which brings me to my second project..my enchanted realm series. And those pesky hackers who keep on hacking into the computer. Like, excuse me? Haven’t you heard of copywrite? Oh I get it..you’ve never seen a lawyer is it? Still, I got it out..The Enchanted Realm Series..dedicated to my mom..oh..about six..seven years ago. Published it in one of those internet based company..and way I heard..it was a hit. Still, there were these rumours of pesky hackers..out to kill my dreams..oh well..Still, it’s done. The whole set and now..here I am..Till I met Non and Hevan.
Sure..call me a brat for advertising myself..but I feel good about myself. And Mrs. D..thanks..you are an inspiration. Which reminds me..have you ever seen the fall in winter? Oh..sorry..Niagara Falls..have you ever seen it in mid winter? I think its divine..so sue me..I’m a romantic.
Ahh..Sue..now, that’s a name. Like I could forget her..sigh..story for another day I guess..till then, wish upon a star...

Till I met Non..A model? Are you sure? ehm..

Cat was fuming. The model was sweating. And I am enjoying my moments. I mean, how often do I get the chance to watch Cat in her elements. This is like..a miracle. Hey..I do have a life you know. So anyway..there she was, the awsome control freak about to lose control. As for the clients..well..lets not go into there, shall we? Just for curtesy sake?
“You swear you’ll get it done today. By hook or by crook! And honestly, Miss May, I am about to lose my patients. Do you have any idea how many appointments I have to cancel just to be here today? Do you have the slightest idea how busy I am?” Honestly, for the first time, I saw Cat’s eyes turned teary.
“If I may be so bold as to offer my assistance?” I asked gently, a slight smile on my lips. Silently, praying that he would not noticed my fake british accent. Well, when push comes to shove...
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked brasquely. Now, if I’ve known anger, this is just about it..
“A photographer of sort,” I replied, smiling. “I don’t have a studio or anything..but..I’m quite used to taking pictures..” Hell, how hard is it to snap a fake smile from a gorgoeus guy. I mean, get real. I had harder assignment!
A little to the left, I saw Cat’s face turned paler then pale.
“Fine! I’m just about had it with her! And don’t think for a moment that I’m going to pay you..you take it out of her!” he snapped and stepped back. Oh well..here goes nothing! Jittery hands or not..I doubt I could leave Cat like that..not after what we’ve gone through..
Half and hour later and after a gezillion posses, he finally settled for my first. A half bake smile on a well made up hunk, a cover for his magazine. “Not bad for an amateur,” he complimented me slyly, his eyes raking my face. Oh..let’s just leave it at that huh? “I think I like your style. You make him look so edible!”
“Thanks. So, you want a mock-up?” I asked, just to rub it in.Behind me, Cat turned positively livid. Oh Cat, you do know me..hehe
“You do mock-up?” he asked, looking somewhat stunned.
“A bit, in case you want to see how it looks like. But I have to admit. It’s been a while since I sit infront of a computer.”
“No worries. I got time..” Right.
A few meters away, I saw Cat smiling slyly. So she caught on. Ehm..not bad for our resident bitch. Another half an hour and Mr. Let Me Tell You Something finally let out a long, repressed sigh. Cat shuddered violently and as for me..oh the hell with it..I am good!
“Just in case you get bored with your life..give me a call. I’ll make it worth your while,” Mr. Let Me Tell You Something said gently, his pale blue eyes shining. Ehm...smooth...real smooth. “...serious, I could use a talent like yours..”
“And I could use that extra dough,” I replied carefully. Never know what would tick him off. For all I know, dough could be rated way low in his vocab...but he seems game. So like, who cares...
“And you name again?” Good one. Sure know how to make full use of his money.
“Ad..”
“Thanks Ad. You’re a life saver. I’ve never seen a man look that good before..”
Oh well..who has..huh? Toad!
A nice cheery goodbye and Mr. Oh Ad! left the studio. Armed with my mock-up for his glamour mag, smiling happily. Oh well..call me what you want, but I know how to sell men.
Way I see it, he was just way too uptight with the whole sex sells thing. Can’t sell a product if you can’t sell the model. Oh well...can’t blame him. Wonders of the internet, I guess. Everything looks kinda cheesy after a while. Still, it’s kinda nice to be appreciated once a while.
Now, if I could only shake this horrid feeling that Cat was just about to pounce on me..life would be perfect!