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Writing by Amir.

A long time ago, my father gave me a book with a loud orange cover, and its title was:

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It was my introduction to the wit of Amir Muhammad and Kam Raslan (and Sheryll Stothard, but I haven't read anything of her's since).

While I recently got my Kam Raslan fix with Confessions of an Old Boy, I haven't really had much of Amir Muhammad since. Sure, there's his movie blog, but that doesn't hold up a candle to his old writing and it's more about his movies than anything else. And yeah, he has a column in NST from time to time, but I don't read the NST any more on principle, so I frequently miss out.

So I'm glad he's started a new blog that's focused on his writing. This is the Amir I know and love.
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  1. Kenny Mah14/6/07 9:18 pm

    Heya Ted!

    I'm baccckkkkk!!!! :P

    Congratulations on the upcoming wedding, bro! Processes and procedures notwithstanding.

    And another blog to read? Amir's at that? Sir, you are too kind. :)

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  2. Ted Mahsun14/6/07 10:00 pm

    Welcome back, Kenny! Hope you'll be updating your blog more now!

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