Moui.Net – Written from the Heart
Time is so long, Life is so short
Its way past midnight, as usual I’m finding it difficult to sleep. I’m sitting on the pavement, watching the world-on-the-street passes by. Kretek, cold Meiji coffee and my trusted Blackberry. Enough for now. Feeling the slight mental drain from a week’s worth of travelling. Sitting barely ten feet from me – my ‘companions’ are a […]
We live, we breed, we work and we sleep in the city. We do what we want, almost at our whims, naturally because we feel that the city belongs to us. I dedicate this article to a worker of the city. This woman works for hours cleaning the mess that we create. She doesn’t earn […]
Street food vendors are an integral component of urban economies around the world. Affordable cuisine, swift services and the obvious absence of the Thai hi-so environment. ZashnainAn avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia […]
Been a whirlwind journey, walking and partly running around a couple of districts in Bangkok. Too many things to do, so little time to complete all. Nevertheless, I’m back snapping photos of the daily life of the people in the city. Rain, ah yes, fortunately the weather’s gloomy, with rain in the afternoon or evening. […]
Relaxing, after the hectic MRT and the Airport Link. Barely had time to register my location, squeezing our the MRT through the horde of passengers. The weather is gloomy, promising rain, somewhere. The buzz of the busy roads, after all its Friday, and everyone is eager to be plastered on the highways. Not me, I’m […]
A simple bowl, without fanfare, served by a tireless elderly man. Beef broth, noodles and loads of dry chili flakes. If you’re into noodles and broth, Thailand is for you. Though when I was there, I did miss Malaysia’s kueh teow goreng… Heaven. ZashnainAn avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable […]
This reminds me of a good old-fashion haunted house. When I was a kid, I used to run everywhere, chasing after my brother (or being chased by him) and exploring World War Two ruins. I remember running to one, eerily like this one, and one sight of the damned house, I fled in terror. That […]
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