Last weekend of January 2008.

It's true that there are only five entries for this month. As you can't tell, I have been occupied with things that will help me bring success in life, which is definitely not Notebook-worthy.

What this post will be about is how my weekend of 25-27.01.08 went. On Friday, I was at a Pay Less Books outlet because they were having a 50% sale on all books. I didn't find anything interesting in this outlet, except a book called 'How To Be A Real Teen-ager!'. There was a little note written on the first page of the book that goes...

Seeing something like this can sometimes drive me up the wall of curiousity. In fact, when I was in the bookstore, I had a thousand ideas coming from reading titles off bookspines that will inspire my next Q & A conversations.

A quick lunch with the Singapore-bound JK at Cozy Corner, Jaya 33 which was the most disappointing lunch we've ever had. After JK left, I drove to Bangsar to search for something, but I ended up driving around Lucky Garden, where I found an art gallery sitting at the beginning / end of Jalan Cenderai. It's called Kebun Mimpi [Dream Orchard].

There was no show nor exhibition going on inside, just a Northern-accented man who was amazed by my appearance and his younger brother who was watching a 3D-animation movie.

Around the area, I spotted several cool-looking terrace houses and townhouses that have been revamped, renovated and rebuilt. Of course, I won't put up those in here because they are reserved for my residential architecture post [which will come out in I'm not sure when]. There was also Food Foundry petit housed along a row of shophouses.

One last house before going home - a small bungalow nearby Seksan's office. The gate was open and I walked in. There's a neatly-kept garden with carpet grass and stepping stones. I walked in, and there was no one at the reception. A wandered around the conference room [which used the window as a whiteboard] and the waiting area.

Sadly this was the only picture I took - I came across a room where two ladies were working on their computers. I asked if this was an art gallery [obviously not] and I was looking for one in the area, and she replied "No, this is an event-management company" and quickly helped me out of the house. Then she shut the automatic gate. I hope they didn't think of me as a spy of some sort [which I naturally am].

So, the next day on Saturday the 26th, I was getting some breakfast at Mickey Dee's when I saw this guy in a Tintin t-shirt! ARGH I've always wanted them! [I saw several at the toy museum in Seah Street down in Singapore two years back but they all came in kiddie sizies]. I wanted to ask him where he got it, but it was already my turn to place my order, and when I was done, he was gone.

Later in the afternoon, I took my mother to Semenyih to see some houses. There were countless toll plazas that we had to go through to reach there, but that's because we didn't know the inside roads. About an hour or so, we came through a road that looked like it's taking us to the mountains.

My relatives were at the houses to do some surveying and help-outing. We drove around the neighbourhood to look at houses, some are overly-decorated [think 'chrome' gates, pseudo-Balinese tiles and ochre paint], some are empty and looted. But there was one that caught my eye.

A large hall-looking building which is occupied by Meditators & Spiritual Travellers Society. At the gate, it said 'FOR SALE'. Funny how this kind of things happen to be located in a place like Semenyih. I wonder what goes on in it.

We bought some fried bananas and kuih koci nearby some low-cost low-rise to snack on. The kuih koci is not the kind you get in the city. It's made the old-school way with no purple colouring nor fattening coconut milk. No pictures of those, because I finished them all in a jiffy.

Just behind the area was University of Nottingham. But the road wasn't finished so we didn't get to go further than here.

There's nothing noteworthy after our Semenyih trip, so on to the next day.

On Sunday the 27th, my mother sent me some lunch, made of nothing but seafood.

Two kinds of curry - crab and seafood. In the seafood curry, I found some prawns, fish and mussles with ladies fingers. In the bigger container is scallop and several other molluscs which wasn't my kind of thing. I packed some bring for my outing to KLPac's open day for lunch.

Going to KLPac using the Sentul Link can be very confusing. I couldn't find a way to get to Jalan Ipoh and was led right back on to Sentul Link. A total waste of fuel. I got to Jalan Tun Razak and accessed Jalan Ipoh from there and reached KLPac at around 2.30 pm.

It was sunny as hell. I couldn't stand being outdoors so I went into the building and saw a band playing some classical music. Upstairs were some free movie screenings, and on the highest floor were free dance workshops where one can learn flamenco and salsa. There was a room where you can view some sort of abstract dance [something that I can't get into at all].

After the orchestra was done with their performance, an acapella group took their place and got the audience clapping along their sing-along-able songs.

Outside, there was a group of more abstract dancers hanging around poles...

Which got the DSLR-ers on a shooting frenzy. Fleh. Is there a social event that has no DSLR-ers nowadays? I am sure many of them are not reporters, but Flickr fanatics.

Look at this girl who has the annoyed look on her face due to the conversation which was happening behind her, about two guys; one owns a DSLR, another was modelling one of those old-school twin lens reflex camera and comparing their machines.

Near the lake were these men who were simultaneously shooting themselves in a predictable way a contemporary DSLR owner would have.

Maybe I should learn how to stop writing about things that are not cool enough by my standards on here.

At the Koi ponds, there were free kimono fittings and people can pose around the gardens, like this trio.

There were also food stalls, like this one which had KLPac's main lady Faridah Merican selling tuna sandwiches to the.... um, those 8TV presenters.

I spotted this guy who was chilling by the poles. I asked him if he knows what the writing on his t-shirt mean but unfortunately, he didn't. He wasn't into typography either.

Also: I approached my former class teacher back in Assunta, Mrs. Narayanan, who remembers me as the Linkin Park fanatic. To my classmates back in 2002-2003 : Mrs. N says hi!

And that was it. After shooting Fatihah and Nabihan, I went to see my mother to check out the TTDI pasar malam to buy some excessively-sweet tangerines. Behind the stall were these little kids juicing up slices of oranges.

And that is all. I hope February brings me better adventures that will be recorded on here. I know of several events which will excite me a lot, because I am obsessed with getting excited.