another round of iftar...

place somewhere in burdubai...check
dishes arabic food...check
drink tea+cola...check
end iftar with shi-sha...checkmate!!!
we're now official arabic clan

all places provide free for me, need burqa to join iftar in mosque

starter...arabic porridge, taste like baby food:)

coke must ate fruit-cocktail and tea with cinnamon biscuit

shi-sha...another must have to end nite

our transport, 1 dirham boat from burdubai to deira

view from the smallest port among the port...

port in creek, dubai
' Aug 2009


iftar with shipmen...

These are our iftar "gang"

This is where the iftar took place, a small gathering for the shipmen

so bored with almost same place for iftar we've decided to crash at shipyard and jetty area in creek and having our iftar with these lonely men...

even they are labour, makes us feel all same and equal, we miss iftar with our own family, familiar dishes and environment...

but seriously these people never stop looking at me, feel like am in cage at zoo...


ramadhan kareem...

anywhere i've been, people will ask me 3 questions:

1) are you muslim?

answer. yeah.

2)why didnt you wear headscarf?

answer.cos i dont.

3)did you pray 5 times a day?

answer.did you when to church every sunday?r u married? no- r you still virgin like your virgin mary?

this is where the questions end when it reaches no. 3

but am proud that no matter i did am observe ramadhan. it feels fresh and clean.

happy ramadhan kareem...


hole in the sky...

with this hole, our spirit will cross over to the other worlds!?!

the humidity just too high at site...

view from my pet baby to dubai

view from my pet baby to abu dhabi

as for the pet baby itself, surprise!!!


toilet conversation...

me and my bff when we're having lady's nite at cafe del'mar in sentosa (infact we always have lady's nite), as far as i've remember, she has decided that nite to be more poetic and intelligence;

she said "men are like toilet, most of the clean has been occupied, left only the dirty one..." and then she continued,

"to avoid the dirty toilet, we should just go to sperm bank and select the best breed ever and get ourself pregnant..."

i've looked at her with surprised and said, "well, then we'll miss all the best part-making babies"

both of us starred at each other, then we got up and went to toilet and looking over the clean loo to p...

we realised and came to our senses that was probably not the best options after all...

the humidity really high today in dubai, am unable to think straight

Me&My big bro...gender confusion

pix. of us when we were infants.taken by our fave uncle.

mom said between us, there's always confusion.i should be "the son" and my bro should be "the daughter".let's see our profile.

bro profile

married at the age of 5 mins. drive from mom's and half an hour from the rest of the clan.state goverment advisor. and yeah, he and his family having their dinner every single nite at mom's.

my profile

unmarried.yet.fooling around.going construction.

seriously.i'll understand why mom confused.


revolution, people's power and politics?

please find my comments from "choratchoret"

well, talking about revolution and people's dear fellow country men...look what had happened to Iran and Philippines, when they've toppled the previous government or ruler or regime or whatever they've called it...they've celebrate the occasions like no tomorrow cos when tomorrow's begin, it'll be series of nightmares...talking about power, we are no prophets, no saints and certainly not god, just human regardless which background we came from, religious or not, when it comes to power, the rest seems dark, the revolution, the ideology left only as words, the hurts
Am not politician, but interested in politics and current affairs and Am avid reader. I read all kinda stuffs. In away, always fascinated with Dato' Onn vission to open UMNO for all races at early stage of party reform, this way- no individual races interest, everybody will think of party and nation first and foremost. people should stop talking about fair and square. people should start talking about tolerence and being moderate as what our forefathers fighting for. in Uni, advantages to one race and while you at work, it's vice versa. it's reality check. I mean, come on everybody must have realised that. i did. my colleague with bachelor degree and same position as me (i've master degree) earned more than me, well not to mention when it comes to bonus tho, to reach same par, i've to work 3 times better. this happened in my land, my own country.but i do understand this and as i have been away for quite sometimes, be in other parts of the world and become minority myself, what i've learnt that,i've deserved whatever i've work hard for and it's satisfied my need. sometimes, makes me wonder, should one be the best as "countryless person".but yet, when you're being far away from your land, you've come to realise how great your country is...appreciate more the multiraces that we had long practiced and i do love that kinda fresh.
as much as i love our beloved renowned director's, the late yasmin ahmad's idea of one nation, just my sense and my own the world really need another singapore???one is good enough. each country must have it's own trademark.barcode.tho i think singapore is cool.but not for living.
"i used to think that the brain was the most wonderful organ in body.then i realised who was telling me this..." ~ Eno Philips

remembering what love is...

first time when i knew what love is... i was very much younger, when my dad played guitar and sang "I'm on fire" by Bruce Springsteen.still remember, while he sang, he shyly looked at mom...which i found his acts amusing...not till he passed away, it comes to my senses that, my dad, a very quiet gentleman and always kept everything to himself, deep down the greatest lover, only had his eyes fixed at mom.even when he gasp his last breath...he said he wants mom, we thought he was talking about his mom, turns out, he wanted our mom...his wife...that was so end a perfect love story with the same look that he had while he sang that, you may have lost your war that day, but believe me, you've win her forever...
"Life isn't a fairy tale, but it won't do any harm to have a little romance in every person's life..."
~ LOVE is four letters word~


dubai back in 1950s...???

picture taken by orange on August 7, 2009

everybody is equal in dubai...

dubai is the city of outsiders...everybody feel lonely and missing home, what makes them equal?, they've share same goal living be able to go back where we're belong...

can light guide you somewhere...

"lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones...~Chris Martin"

a photographer is "the storyteller..."

everytime you're looking into'll find everything starts to speak and tell you stories...

monochrome and monologue...

"Salam...may peace be with you...

Spacious courtyard...

Natural lighting...and ventilation

Shapes and shades....

Steps to nowhere...

Enclosed stairs...for spirit passing by

The most outstanding element...

Can be seen from any angle...

Spaces in between...marked the close ties relationship in family

always love buildings...a sculpture not just for esthatic but functional and there is where the memories stayed


lost soul...and confused

sometimes, do feel like a ghost wandering around searching for the lost soul
sometimes, do feel like do not belong to anywhere else
maybe, should begin writing about the journey of finding that lost soul
before forget what my purpose is...
but then, how should begin as nothing is ever good for memoir
neither been admired nor done anything for this world
so, i stop before i even begin...
written by orange when she cant sleep
"when you feel you not have a shadow of your own to play with" ~ Llyod Jones