Photography trip to Kampung Baru

Embarked on my first photography trip to the quasi-village that is Kampung Baru.

The air was filled with excitement for the coming elections. Almost everything was draped in various party flags and posters, even the houses.

T-shirts.
Propaganda t-shirts.

It’s like a messy clash of old and new there. Modern, art deco-ish street lights and decorative poles were being erected for beautification purposes but they clash horribly with the humble traditional houses and food stalls. Well, elections are coming and someone has to be seen doing some work, aye?

Construction.
Construction.

The kids were very curious and friendly. All of them wanted to have their pictures taken. I could only indulge them…. :)

Boy.
Happy boy. Just looking at this picture makes me want to smile :)

Children.
The stood quietly and posed for me.

While the adults were working or busy discussing about politics at the food stalls, the children chilled outside their homes.

Chilling.
Children chilling.

Found someone who look kind of out of place and confused.

Confused girl.
Confused little girl.

We had an early dinner at one of the food stalls. The food was cheap and fantastic! I ate loads of beef lungs and tripes. Hmmm hmmm hmm hmmm hmmmm….

Takeaway.
Takeaway.

Mixed rice.
Beef lungs, beef tripe, beef, belacan and some vege. Spicy and addictive….

Dree tucking in.
Dree tucking in.

The trip ended pretty early due to the rain. We were lucky that we’re so near our car when the sky started to pour.

Group
Rachel, Dree and KY just before the rain set in.

This was my last picture from Kampung Baru.

Flags.
Flags at dusk.

We adjourned to Starbucks, chatted and drank expensive fumigated coffee till the clock struck 12. What an awesome Sunday!

Pictures in original sizes can be viewed here.

Getting the perfect buttocks.

Sometimes, I wish my face, arms, legs and belly would have the metabolic rate of my arse. My arse is so bony it’s not even funny. Beats me why my buttocks are so flat. It’s definitely genetic because no woman on my Mom or Dad’s side have perky bottoms I could envy.

While I have a voluptuous sounding stat of a 36″ hip, it’s all a farce. Yes I may have really wide hips but if you view me from the side, I look like a freakin’ pole. Sigh….

You know, I wish I had an arse like this. You can clearly see where the leg ends and the arse starts. Behold, the perfect fold.

Nice arse
The butt cheeks, shaped like a tear drop flowing down the legs. I WANTTTTTTT!

Unfortunately, I’ll never have an arse. I can only contend with a pair of legs with hurmmm, a passage for expelling shit :(

No wonder I don’t have any picture of me and my flat derrière. Only this one, taken eons ago at my college prom.

Flat arse.
Arse-less.

But my woes and worries will soon be a think of the past, as I’ve discovered one of the greatest inventions ever that has reached our shores. Our Malaysia, where everything….socially, culturally and politically are late by at least 13 years. Check out these granny pants:

Granny pants.
Granny pants.

Would you buy em? Would you wear em? No, no? Too bad….cause I WOULD SO WEAR IT!

Now, don’t be so quick to judge me or my pants. As innocent as the RM29.90, beige and 100% nylon gramps undies looks, it’s really a very sophisticated pair of underwear.
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Butt pads
Paddings for the arse.

Now who needs plastic surgery? I can confidently strike off my one of my goals-before-35, “get butt cheek implants”. Simple and cheap buttock pads….why hadn’t I think of that?

Here’s an illustration of my physique with gramp pants on.

Butt lift.
Instant butt lift.

I’m getting 7 pairs for Monday to Sunday :)