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To all my sweethearts who are casual readers of my blog, perhaps you too have felt what I am feeling as I write this blog. With heartfelt empathy read

Cat, remember the first time we met? Yes! It was during an August night…when the tropical winds blew through the midnight stature of KL. Ah, the skies were red with dust and lighted by city lights. I left the house, locking the gate behind me as I walked I could hear the cuckoo clock striking 12am. It was the dead of the night at the side of your bungalow that I decided to cuddle you before we kissed in the dark of your green colored walls. Of course now you don’t live in that house…you’ve shifted. But the last time, when we sang songs together with your guitar, when we departed or it was where we wept n left stains of our tears at the front of the guardhouse.
Strange is it not how we met? My dear dear Cat, how can I forget those nights when we smoked up with Ramana. Ramana would talk so much crap, but you would listen to him with so much of patience and love. Of course the corner of your eye would be spying on me, stoned and typing on the computer. Ramana would get tired and fall asleep. You would hold my hand in the dark and sleep at the back of my shoulder. Awakening to the squaks of the Parakeet outside my window and the barking of Shasha the dog . When you open the window, you could see Felix the cat trying to climb the Rambutan tree. Remember ?
My dearest Ramana, forgotten those lovely evening walks from Pink Triangle? Both of us laughing until either of us would slip from the side of the bus. Or those little toilet trips that you would tolerate from me in Pasar Seni. Oh Dear, how could I forget the counsel session we would endure from each other…Oh fuck, what can I stay about our miniature adventures into Chow Kit street or that pathetic raid.shut. Zam’s little drag show,or the time you saw my wig flying into midair at the blue boy drag competition, I just smiled at you, reassured of your presence as my beloved brother. So I chucked the wig onto your face and went on to booty shake in front of the judges. Just…just as how Sarah Rostam had thought me how to…

"DO THE SNAKE DANce, DO the booty shakes, or Ishwar! Just rollover and pretend you kena babi Sawan la !! Do I have to teach you all this? Girl you aint got no sense in your head till you know the best !"

Sarah…you thought me to know that we bootyshaking girls, well we live to rock,rock till our bones shiver or we make others shiver. Just like our little outtings, we spent short but meaningful times keeping each other sane. Beside the road, you n I…Sarah, do you remember how we would watch cars pass through the highway? and how we would wait for your mother? Countless amount of times we have been there, giving each other the spinal pillar support to move on…through tears, through sobs. Or by holding on via the universal pressure of clubbing and manipulating your grandmother into letting you out. Then Mei Fen will come with me to pick you up….

TO BE CONTINUED