Friday, September 28, 2007


The news on Myanmar seems to be getting worse by the day.
From thousands of kilometers away it's still scary when you hear about riots and massacres and people fighting and rallying for freedom.
Every day we hear so much about Freedom. Freedom of expression, freedom of speech ect.
Does anyone hear the cries of Freedom or is Freedom merely something people dream about but can never achieve.

I've got relatives still In Rangoon and we've not been able to reach them.
The phones and Internet have been restricted.
Please pray that peace will come over the nation soon.

*** Updated: All's well in Burma as my aunt has emailed us. :)

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Thursday, September 27, 2007

the need to draw close

Isaiah 58: 9, 11

“Then you will call, and the LORD will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I … The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land”

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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

... /...

Every year in school, we were asked to fill up some form about ourself and right below was the question: What is your ambition?

We had three options to fill out I never took the question seriously till about Form Five. I always wrote weird stuff like 1)Model, 2)Flight Attendant, and 3)Lawyer. One year was 1)Biologist, 2)Zoologist and 3)Social Worker and once I even put 1)Police Women, 2)Fireman and 3)Teacher. heh!

Well in Form Five, i honestly thought about the question and I put down 1)Journalist, 2)Graphic Designer, 3)Psychologist. Looking back, I'm glad i didn't veer too far away from my ambitions.

After graduation i wanted to be a Designer/Writer and most people told me that i shouldn't be too ambitious. "You can't be both!" said the Journalist. "Why so greedy?" said the Sales person.

SO anyway, long story short, today I'm a writer/photographer. I'm loving what I do but sometimes i think there's some truth in what they've said. I find myself struggling to listen during a press conference while I snap photos and I think I've mentioned before... I'm not good at multitasking.

SO today, i ended up looking quite silly cause i asked a question during the PC and then i hurriedly picked up my camera and started snapping and I think it looked rather rude cause i wasn't looking at her in her face while she was addressing me but rather i was looking through my lens. Plus, you don't see many photographers balancing a notepad and pen while scuffling with other press photographers to get a shot.

Sometimes you begin to wonder, 'which trade am I really good at?' I don't want to be like the saying "Jack of all trades, master of none"

But I DO want to be a 'Jack of all trades'. That's what keeps you on your feet right! To be diverse and able to dip your hands in various fields. That's what makes a job exciting i think.

Of course some people might argue that "I'm paid to be a writer not a photographer" but do we all really just work for money or is there such a thing as self improvement and personal satisfaction?


Mr. G

I've been reading this really cool blog (which i'm not allowed to mention) lately.
It took me ages to convince this person, (lets call him Mr.G) to start blogging and finally after my millionth request, he started. Slowly at first... but he's on full swing now!

And i absolutely lurveeee reading his blog. His character reminds me of the guy from Stranger Than Fiction only he's not as OCD. And i'm still waiting for him to find his muse and truly LIVE.

He voices out true sentiments and he can be extremely morbid one minute and confoundedly witty the next.

SO Mr. G, carry on writing! I salute you. =D


Wednesday, September 19, 2007


Has anyone ever given much thought to sounds? Yeah sounds as in what you hear everyday. Not what's coming out of your ipod but sounds as in the ringing of a telephone or the clinking of keys or the tapping rhythm of feet. Well I was thinking of sounds the other day. I focused on every sound everything made. Gave me a headache after awhile, but here's my list of favourite sounds:

1. rain on my window
2. slish-slosh pants (nylon swishing against nylon)
3. the crisp sound of a turning page.
4. waves crashing
5. the sound of cereal gushing out of the box into a bowl.
6. night sounds of crickets and cicadas.
7. the rustle of leaves
8. your voice when you've just got up from sleep
9. a contented sigh
10. The sound the Transformers make when they "transform!"


Tuesday, September 18, 2007

old news

I'm sure many of you have experienced those times when something happens in your daily life and you go "I've GOT to blog bout that!" But you end up sitting on it and finally half a year goes by and its not 'news worthy' anymore.

Well here's what i've been meaning to blog about but yeah, old news; same shit different day, and all that jazz. =D

Honda City Vs. Proton Iswara
I got scraped by a Honda City who jumped queue and cut in front of me in the middle of a bumper to bumper jam. She didn't even apologize for hitting my car and  I couldn't get out to punch her face in (cause of the jam) and I couldn't honk at her (cause my horn is busted) and all i did was sit in my car fuming. But i've let go of all that anger. See I believe that what goes around, comes back around!

Tabung Celaka
I just started a 'tabung celaka' where I have to put in 50¢ every time i utter a profane word. All this started when a friend of mine said i curse too much. He said, "Although it sounds cute and all, please cut down!". So I'm trying. After all, wasn't it me who said 'People who curse have a low vocabulary' plus I think it's very unbecoming of a lady to curse. heh. And so i've got to be like REALLY honest and put money in that box even when I'm alone. Even cursing in my head warrants a fine. *smacks head*. I've got to go put another 50¢ in now cause i just cursed (above). ishh.

Proton Iswara Vs. YTL Cement truck
The above headline is true! A YTL Cement tuck really did try to kill me! I was heading towards the Touch 'n' Go booth and he cut in front of me and veered towards the 'Tunai' lane. If i had gotten his number plates i sure would have reported him. I know it's not nice to tell on your 'colleagues' but, he almost crashed into my car!!! stupid ass. (heck! another 50¢)

ok lah.... i think i've accumulated enough fines for one post.
more updates and a tally of fines collected, later this week.



Friday, September 14, 2007


i'm feeling pretty good bout myself today.

Some guy walked pass me on the way to the LRT, stopped and said "WHOA! Beautiful!"

And then after breakfast with Deric as i was heading towards the Monorail some other dude says "Hi there pretty!"

Either the world's getting better or people are just getting weirder.

well..... don't burst my bubble. I'm pweeetyyy today.



Wednesday, September 12, 2007

please pray for her....

a writer i am supposed to be. but sometimes words just don't suffice. sometimes pain can't be measured or described. more than often, evil and unfairness seems to overule all things good and kind and you wonder how can this world be a beautiful place when u see and hear so much pain around you.

I know a lady who's been through hell from the time she was born. Adopted or just abandoned, she never knew. She doesn't know her birthday nor how old she is. She doesn't know her full name, nor her IC number. She's never owned a NEW pair of clothes and never knew what it felt like to go to bed with your mom singing a lullaby and kissing you to tuck you in for the night.

All her life her 'adopted' family has told her that she was unwanted and she should be grateful they're willing to put up with her. All her life she's been abused and neglected, forced to work for a meager income to 'pay them back for their kindness'

This lady, is about fourty years old. Blind in one eye cause of abuse, weak and sick because of neglect, broken and torn because she wasn't loved. Uneducated, but she speaks five languages. Her life's a mess, but her laughter can just perk up your darkest of days.

When i'm home for the holidays, she comes over more often than usual. She hangs out and watches TV, and always asks "Adik, lu ai kopi mai?" or "adik, ciak liau boi?" She complains teary eyed bout the abuse she goes through but always ends with a "tapi saya sembahyang pada Jesus..." and i assure her that indeed, "...Jesus loves you, and life WILL get better"

She came to us for refuge. I thought she would be safe but they took her away. Away from her Shiloh. Her place of refuge. I thought we'd be able to protect her. Assure her that the world's not so bad. Giver her a home, but most of all show her love.

But they took her away. Those evil people took her away!!! I cannot begin to describe what they might be doing to her right now. To hear of her plight might remind you of slaves in India. She was treated like dirt! Spat upon and beaten. Locked up, starved. Right here in modern-day Malaysia. How can people be so EVIL?????

Social services? The police? We'll begin the long process of setting her free. But how do you undo the damage caused?

I can only pray that You'll step in.
Lord i hope she remembers what we told her about you. I hope she knows that she's not alone.  I hope you'll send rescue. I pray for her safety tonight, I pray that they won't hurt her or abuse her. Lord please protect her....

Monday, September 10, 2007

i wish

for some reason,
i wish
i had
RED hair.


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Thursday, September 06, 2007


Lately, I've been thinking...
You know, my usual pondering of life, and death and everything in between,
and i realise, despite saying "I want to die young" ALL the time, there's a small part of me that actually has hope that maybe life's not so bad after all.
And maybe living till 70 is really okay.
scary thought. ok i take that back.
I'd have 46 more years to go!
That's if i live that long.

I've blogged about this before, about living and not merely existing. (couldn't find where) And besides wanting to die beautiful (as in not bludgeoned beyond recognition or torn to bits by sharks etc.) I want to know that it was worth it.

I'm not talking about whether you've impacted the people around you, or if you've touched lives, cause obviously we ALL hope we have and I believe we have. I'm talking about whether it was worth it for YOU.

Every struggle, every decision, every obstacle, every choice... i want to believe that it was worth it. Bad or good. Right or wrong. I believe it helped me really LIVE.

I mean, what's life without a few mistakes, bruised ego, broken relationships, turmoil and confusion?

I usually like things laid down for me. I like being prepared for what's up ahead. It helps cushion the blow and most of all it helps me protect myself.

But maybe like you said, not knowing is a good thing. It helps give life a sense of adventure and maybe i don't need to have things all 'figured out'

Maybe I should just be.

Maybe I should also stop waiting for things to happen but go out and MAKE things happen.

Then perhaps I'd have more stuff to blog about rather than death!

Owh and I'd like my obituary to read "...she lived her life =D" with a picture of me sky diving or something. If i haven't gone sky diving by then... superimpose lahhh!

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Wednesday, September 05, 2007

rainbows after the rain

Got this from an email Felicia sent:
kinda Sunday school-ish but cute and a good reminder me thinks =D

Whatever your cross,
whatever your pain,
there will always be sunshine,
after the rain ....
Perhaps you may stumble,
perhaps even fall,
But God's always ready,
To answer your call ...
He knows every heartache,
sees every tear,
A word from His lips,
can calm every fear ...
Your sorrows may linger,
throughout the night,
But suddenly vanish,
in dawn's early light ...
The Savior is waiting,
somewhere above,
To give you His grace,
and send you His love ..
Whatever your cross,
whatever your pain,
"God always sends rainbows ....
after the rain ... "


Tuesday, September 04, 2007


I found this photo via Torontoist

Photo by Miles Storey

This sign made me wonder;
if you fell off a bike in Kuala Lumpur, would
a) someone stop to help you
b) onlookers just stare at you
c) people around you snicker or laugh
d) you get hit by an on-coming truck