I really should apologize to my Tabulas blog. This blog, which once held all the innermost thoughts and imaginings that I could muster (no matter how sophomoric) has been reduced to the clutterfuck that houses all of my frustrations. I will only post here for one reason and one reason alone, and what that reason is is for me to know and for you readers to never find out.

But I guess, in a way, that's an homage to the blog service. Like an old friend you can trust with anything and everything without having to stay in touch. This, I think, is how I treat Tabulas these days. I mentioned in a previous post how one of the best things about the service is the anonymity, but I think it's more than that. The community's become so big that for the first generation of bloggers who've moved on to other greener pastures, you can post something without keeping it private, and it's as good as your next best-kept secret.

In a way, this has become the one place where I can say

So where the bloody hell does that leave me?

I am taking a brief break from work, and here's one of those lazy photo updates.

Heavy rain on the 1st day we went to the mining pool.

Nessa posing like a peacock after our breakfast at an old Chinese kopitiam (just across the road from the kopitiam where Ipoh white coffee originated from).

Honey naan. Was goooood. Had tandoori chicken with it.

Best caramel custard, EVARRRR! At a kopitiam that also does great banana leaf lunch.

Crucio eats more than the other 5 cats around the house.

I believe animals have soulmates. Bising (cat in foreground of pic) had one, another cat. Then his soulmate was killed by a dog. He used to live up to his name, but I've never heard him meow again ever since.

At the mining pool, Nessa before diving in.

 Water feels great.

 Oh, how'd this end up here? I was at Boathouse with some friends, and Nish said the sketch looked like Lennon.

I miss my hippie pants too

The boys after dippin in the mining pool

:D

Nessa's guinea pig. Whiniest bugger ever. If it thinks you're having food, it'll be non-stop squeaking till you bribe it into silence.

Aunt Lea's wild rice salad. Twas awesome.

I heard Bigeikoh is excellent.

Kakiseni listing: Bigeikoh

Only till Saturday.

Some hounds are such dogs.

Just came back from dipping in the mining pool / dinner in Gopeng's jungles.

Fooling around in front of the Mac

I'm back in Ipoh for a few days to see Nessa. She's back in Malaysia to sign some papers (she's selling the gym), and pack up her stuff - her family's off to Australia.

Yesterday, we had awesome meals, drove up (and down) a slippery mud slope in a jeep, middle of a thunderstorm, and went to our favourite secret spot. It feels like an adventure, crashing through where there's no path (this is the first time we didn't trek, due to the heavy rain). I feel kinda guilty about the plants - all weeds, lalang stuff, but still.

I think I've found the best place in Ipoh - and it's a mining pool. I'll post up pictures next time. Nessa, me - on a ledge, jumping off into the air, that gap in time before we hit the water. We didn't know how deep the water would be where we jumped, but it turned out perfect.

Two seconds before I launched myself into the air, I saw a branch growing out of my target area - I jumped a foot to the left of it, was fine . Before that, jumping into the mining pool involved scaling the wall - and Nessa's grabbed snake skin in a crevice on the way up before. Not that there seems to be anything in the water, though we keep expecting a naga ala Tasek Chini to emerge.

Since it was storming while we were diving, we didn't stay too long. Swimming in a huge pool with lightning all around you can be intimidating (and foolish ).

She'll only be here till Thursday. It's been good so far, hanging out. Happy times! This house doesn't look like it'll be empty in a few days. It'll never be the same again, hanging out in Ipoh. But life's like that, things change. I think it's for the better, and we've already planned our meetups for the next year.

In the past, you've had to contact me to set your own custom domain. This is no longer the case - I've added a new page in the control panel (Settings > Set Custom Domain) which lets you set your own domain name. I've updated the documentation page with instructions on how to set-up your Tabulas to use a domain name.

Guys named Chris get me into so much trouble...

I knew from the moment he spoke to me that I would like him. Low pitched growling voice to match his spectacular tattoos... I didn't know just how much I liked him until we wrestled for the remote and he slid his hand over my torso.

He made me shiver and tingle and lick my lips. Ahhh.. Delicious.

How could I say no when he played the same game as I..? I'll-tease-you-til-you-say-stop... only problem was, he is far better at playing that game that I'd care to admit. I never said stop.

Why would I want to say no? When it felt so good? When it felt so right? Why would I say no when, laying in his arms afterwards, I felt safe and more comfortable than I ever have since arriving home?

This week I have learnt to trust my instincts

In the spirit of one-upping each other; Suan, your zoom may be better than my zoom, but my mouse is bigger than your mouse. So much bigger.

And by the way - Lainie has new MacBook Pro. Threats of robbery from housemates, fellow bloggers and (former) friends alike.