Above: This one is actually 2 pictures joined together. I’ve got no wide-angle. No choice. The orchard is very near to the Karak Highway – Karak first exit.
The pros preparing the rambutans to be loaded onto the jeep. Luckily, there’s rear canopy on the jeep.
The only house in the orchard. 4 rooms, and other basic amenities.
Hello world. Sorry for some inactivity this past 2 days. No shit to write and the pictures are still under processing. Too much things to think about. Too much of teh tarik. I think I will see the fish soon… if I quit this fucking MCO…. leaving all the niggas in the hood. Reluctant, anyhow I am.
Will I miss the children’s biscuit here? or the orchard staffs? or the dinosaurs & godzillas in MCO?
“Change, shit.. I guess change is good for any of us.. whatever it take for any of y’all niggaz to get up out the hood, shit, I’m wit cha, I ain’t mad at cha, got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy”
I was shitting in the toilet with the door opened just now when this voice of Pac filled the house. It just made me delved into my thoughts. Do I need a change… from the current durian shit life? Hmm.
Shitty job, shitty life. Man, sometimes just wanna cut my life into pieces but that’s my last resort.
Here’s an event brought to you by Dominic Poon … my long time friend. He’s an avid lomographer. Visit his blog for some self camwhore lomo gallery. Haha. Please support him.
They have Donna Karan in New York, we have Koodee Karan in KL. Ha.
Psycoacid and MC came over to my place yesterday for a booze. It was Sunday nite. Watched a Korean movie on pirated dvd and boozed and boozed and boozed… till 2.18AM.
Why are we so like that? Is it that when you have problems/shits, you tend to drink? Hmm.
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