It was a bright sunny but hazy afternoon...
However, when i was driving around town today, i was faced with all kind of obstacles. Some was frusfrating that makes me cursed the whole way. Some are just frightening. It just reminded me of the paperboy game where the player is suppose to avoid all obstacle which includes human, animals and cars that would suddenly appear in front of you, while delivering the newspaper. The only difference is this is REAL. I thought i would be in for an accident soon or someone will die without knowing why. First corner, there was a bicycle cycling steadily by the road and i slower my car just in case he will swing out of allignment. And my prediction was correct. Next, people crossing the road as though they are no cars on the road and without needing to look left or right. Cars that fly out of the junction and expect those on the straight road to stop for them. Cars that is in front of you can suddenly stop. Then only the signal comes in. Wow! I am suppose to read their mind that they intend to pull over at the side of the road.
X-box? Play station? I don't think i need all those two to enjoy a nice arcade game. What can be more exciting than your very own and real arcade game. All you need is a car and the location, which is Malaysia. The trick is to drive down the Malaysian road and you will get the same thrill that you will get in an arcade station when you play those car racing games. Only better. Nah, i'm not preaching on racing on the road but how ugly can Malaysian drivers be. At one moment, i was wondering if i am actually behind a joystick or a stearing wheel today.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Dream a lil' dream
Dreams are such fragile objects. It could be shattered with just a single word or phrase. However, that will only happen if you let it get into you. Somehow, the universe is kind to souls who are open to messages around them. If we learn to interprete signs within your environment, you will receive messages that constantly remind you of your dreams. Well, not only your dreams, sometimes it helps to solve what is troubling you subconsciously or consciously.
God and angels are not the only being that will give you answers. Sometimes, they scattered all the answers around you. It could be hidden in your books, movies, music, people you meet and even unanimated objects. We are creatures that constantly need to be reminded of what we want, what we would like to be or what our dreams are. Obstacles sometimes loosen your hope for what you want. Sometimes we even crave for approval so much that we loses our confidence when we do not get it. You begin to doubt and then the FAILURE word appears. Fear looms. Damn it! Damn it!
I have been staying up late till 4 am gawking over movies in Hallmark channel. Yes, to some it is a bloody boring channel. Somehow, these few days i have been watching nearly 4-5 movies in total which is being aired after midnight. All of it speaks of the same theme. It has got to do with 'chasing after your dreams', 'music', 'its never too late', 'be what you want to be' and more music..
Today, i watched The Sandy Bottom Orchestra. It's about music again and how they work hard to gather people around the small town for a charity performance. It's a small ensemble. There was a pianist who repress what she used to love, playing the piano. Then there was the uncanny when she recites her senior recital piece which she used to play.
Oh dear, my communication studies are back again. I can't believe i sat and talk about oedipal complex and freud and his funky theories and foucault and patriarchal and identity construction to wannie and cjeh. My mercy! I hope i did not spread the headache to you people.
Time to shut up and sign off now. Zzzzzzzz.
God and angels are not the only being that will give you answers. Sometimes, they scattered all the answers around you. It could be hidden in your books, movies, music, people you meet and even unanimated objects. We are creatures that constantly need to be reminded of what we want, what we would like to be or what our dreams are. Obstacles sometimes loosen your hope for what you want. Sometimes we even crave for approval so much that we loses our confidence when we do not get it. You begin to doubt and then the FAILURE word appears. Fear looms. Damn it! Damn it!
I have been staying up late till 4 am gawking over movies in Hallmark channel. Yes, to some it is a bloody boring channel. Somehow, these few days i have been watching nearly 4-5 movies in total which is being aired after midnight. All of it speaks of the same theme. It has got to do with 'chasing after your dreams', 'music', 'its never too late', 'be what you want to be' and more music..
Today, i watched The Sandy Bottom Orchestra. It's about music again and how they work hard to gather people around the small town for a charity performance. It's a small ensemble. There was a pianist who repress what she used to love, playing the piano. Then there was the uncanny when she recites her senior recital piece which she used to play.
Oh dear, my communication studies are back again. I can't believe i sat and talk about oedipal complex and freud and his funky theories and foucault and patriarchal and identity construction to wannie and cjeh. My mercy! I hope i did not spread the headache to you people.
Time to shut up and sign off now. Zzzzzzzz.
Violin Wisdom
'The violin makes the music..because it sits right above the heart. It's how can you connect the two to make feelings out of it'
-The Sandy Bottom Orchestra-
-The Sandy Bottom Orchestra-
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Sailing back In Time
I have a problem sleeping at night when i'm home. This is really strange. I keep feeling that i am running out of time and i have so much to do. Or maybe, I am just missing my pillow and blanket back at my hostel, which I regret I did not bring it home. Sigh. And look at what I am doing now, blogging crappy stuff and thinking above what is needed.
I thought of my grandma when I saw the movie (Back when we were grown up) on Hallmark just now. Memories just flashed back. The scene on how they celebrated their grandfather's 100th birthday and what a jolly good fella he is. I have never met mine. Sometimes I do wonder what kind of person would he be.
My grandma is a petite lady with strong traits. I believe that she would make it big if she had the chance to study back when she was younger. Her cute lil' 'dong shan' slang and jargon she has when she speaks Cantonese will always be remembered. She loves to tend to her garden every morning. I could still remember her daily ritual everyday. Busy as a bee.
Firstly, she will rise as early as 7 a.m. when her ancient alarm clock (those that u need to wind up every night to function) rings. Next, she would spend quite a while grooming herself in the bathroom while sitting on her stool and a plastic basin beside her feet. Then, she will start washing her clothes with the brown soap (cap kapak, that's all i remembered). Purely traditional way. No modern detergent nor washing machine. Next, she would hang her clothes outside on the wire with wooden pegs.
Her garden is her priceless possession. There were all kinds of vegetables and herbs there, till we moved to our new place. It has been cut into half. We used to have a creepy crawly bean plant, sugar cane, 'pegaga', aloe vera, pandan leaf and a few other species that i could not identified the name. Every morning she would pluck off the weeds while sitting on her stool and in the evening she would water them with the leftover water (after washing rice). I don't remember any synthetic fertilizers used but purely fish bones or anchovies scraps. Now the garden is barren. There is only the bean plant that reminds me of her. That makes a delicious soup.
There are a few dishes that she specializes in. The yam cake and 'jin tui' ( some flour balls that is served during CNY, don't know what it is called in English). She could sit for hours as she slowly roll the flour or grate the yam. I love looking at her collection of old coins, some as old as 1915, ancient locks and also some of her embroidery. Its beautiful. As a kid, i used to watch her sew her own clothes and even buttons (made of cloth)!We rarely see those type of buttons these days. She would sit near the main door as she starts her work.
I could write on and on about her. I will just type whatever that crosses my head for now. Being back home can be wonderful but sometimes you are being reminded of so many things. The house never look the same each time I return. So does the town. Attachment equals to suffering.
I thought of my grandma when I saw the movie (Back when we were grown up) on Hallmark just now. Memories just flashed back. The scene on how they celebrated their grandfather's 100th birthday and what a jolly good fella he is. I have never met mine. Sometimes I do wonder what kind of person would he be.
My grandma is a petite lady with strong traits. I believe that she would make it big if she had the chance to study back when she was younger. Her cute lil' 'dong shan' slang and jargon she has when she speaks Cantonese will always be remembered. She loves to tend to her garden every morning. I could still remember her daily ritual everyday. Busy as a bee.
Firstly, she will rise as early as 7 a.m. when her ancient alarm clock (those that u need to wind up every night to function) rings. Next, she would spend quite a while grooming herself in the bathroom while sitting on her stool and a plastic basin beside her feet. Then, she will start washing her clothes with the brown soap (cap kapak, that's all i remembered). Purely traditional way. No modern detergent nor washing machine. Next, she would hang her clothes outside on the wire with wooden pegs.
Her garden is her priceless possession. There were all kinds of vegetables and herbs there, till we moved to our new place. It has been cut into half. We used to have a creepy crawly bean plant, sugar cane, 'pegaga', aloe vera, pandan leaf and a few other species that i could not identified the name. Every morning she would pluck off the weeds while sitting on her stool and in the evening she would water them with the leftover water (after washing rice). I don't remember any synthetic fertilizers used but purely fish bones or anchovies scraps. Now the garden is barren. There is only the bean plant that reminds me of her. That makes a delicious soup.
There are a few dishes that she specializes in. The yam cake and 'jin tui' ( some flour balls that is served during CNY, don't know what it is called in English). She could sit for hours as she slowly roll the flour or grate the yam. I love looking at her collection of old coins, some as old as 1915, ancient locks and also some of her embroidery. Its beautiful. As a kid, i used to watch her sew her own clothes and even buttons (made of cloth)!We rarely see those type of buttons these days. She would sit near the main door as she starts her work.
I could write on and on about her. I will just type whatever that crosses my head for now. Being back home can be wonderful but sometimes you are being reminded of so many things. The house never look the same each time I return. So does the town. Attachment equals to suffering.
True Life
'There is no true life. True life is what you end up to be. You have to make the best of what you've got.' -Back When we were Grown Up-
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Getting What You Wish For..What's Next?
Sometimes in life, we wish so hard for something...When we finally get it, what's next? But not for everything in life of course..
I wanted my exams to finish soon because i have so much to do. When it's finally over, i forgot what i wanted to do. Blank. Double blank.
I sat in front of the computer for the past few days, downloading songs non stop for hours without realising the clock was ticking away. Songs that i used to love so much, forgotten as years passed by. It felt so good to be able to hear it again. It also felt so good that i was able to sit in front of the computer to chat, to play games and to surf away without worrying when is the next assignment's due date. No guilt. Practising my pieces without time limit. Singing karaoke without guilt. Shopping and wasting time in Times Square. Just filling up the time of the day. Lazy to blog when i have the free time. Too busy blogging when i have so little time to spare.
I wanted the semester to end fast. Now it has ended. Somehow I miss it. People come and go in your life really fast. This process has speed up for me in the university. One semester equals to four months in Monash but equals to several years for me. The experience is too rich, relationships happens so soon, people click and depart so quickly as well as so much memories has been formed in just four months. Strange but wonderful :D. To those whose path have crossed mine, its been wonderful knowing you and i really appreaciate you.
I wanted to go home so much. So now i am home. What's next? Feeling a lil' bored now. I think what makes Taiping interesting is your family, old friends, memories, childhood and the beauty as well as serenity of this place. Without all these, there is nothing here. Misty hills and trees and moss, haven't seen that for a month already. Nothing has changed much when i took a cab home just now. As we grow older, the less familiar faces can be seen in this town. Back in school, we used to joke about how we would end up in one of those coffee shops or lake gardens in the morning as we yak the rest of our life away when we are old.Most of them have gone to the city or abroad. I wonder if i would see those faces again when i am 70.
We think too much sometimes that we forget to enjoy the present. We focus too much on the ugly side of life that we felt that we are the unluckiest human on earth. There got to be some good and positive bit in the most horrible situation you ever experience. You just have to look closely. The simplest and wonderful things in life are just in front of you. We overlook it because we keep wishing for more and more. We are suffering inside because we amplified the sad side. When we have nothing to wish for anymore, we just go blank when we get what we want. So, keep in mind:
'When one door closes, another door will be open'
I wanted my exams to finish soon because i have so much to do. When it's finally over, i forgot what i wanted to do. Blank. Double blank.
I sat in front of the computer for the past few days, downloading songs non stop for hours without realising the clock was ticking away. Songs that i used to love so much, forgotten as years passed by. It felt so good to be able to hear it again. It also felt so good that i was able to sit in front of the computer to chat, to play games and to surf away without worrying when is the next assignment's due date. No guilt. Practising my pieces without time limit. Singing karaoke without guilt. Shopping and wasting time in Times Square. Just filling up the time of the day. Lazy to blog when i have the free time. Too busy blogging when i have so little time to spare.
I wanted the semester to end fast. Now it has ended. Somehow I miss it. People come and go in your life really fast. This process has speed up for me in the university. One semester equals to four months in Monash but equals to several years for me. The experience is too rich, relationships happens so soon, people click and depart so quickly as well as so much memories has been formed in just four months. Strange but wonderful :D. To those whose path have crossed mine, its been wonderful knowing you and i really appreaciate you.
I wanted to go home so much. So now i am home. What's next? Feeling a lil' bored now. I think what makes Taiping interesting is your family, old friends, memories, childhood and the beauty as well as serenity of this place. Without all these, there is nothing here. Misty hills and trees and moss, haven't seen that for a month already. Nothing has changed much when i took a cab home just now. As we grow older, the less familiar faces can be seen in this town. Back in school, we used to joke about how we would end up in one of those coffee shops or lake gardens in the morning as we yak the rest of our life away when we are old.Most of them have gone to the city or abroad. I wonder if i would see those faces again when i am 70.
We think too much sometimes that we forget to enjoy the present. We focus too much on the ugly side of life that we felt that we are the unluckiest human on earth. There got to be some good and positive bit in the most horrible situation you ever experience. You just have to look closely. The simplest and wonderful things in life are just in front of you. We overlook it because we keep wishing for more and more. We are suffering inside because we amplified the sad side. When we have nothing to wish for anymore, we just go blank when we get what we want. So, keep in mind:
'When one door closes, another door will be open'
Monday, June 20, 2005
Father's Day
This year's father's day was spent in my uncle's place. Dad had dinner with his friends for Father's Day, Mum's in Genting, bro is in college and I am still in KL. I was supposed to be back this Sunday but my dad says there's no need to rush home. So i stayed over in my aunt's place.
Few hours before dinner, we went out to shop for grocerries. Then, we head over to Jusco for certain ingredients that is not available from the grocery store such as smoked cheese, bacon, prawns and few other items.
We had a blast on Sunday, more like a feast, specially prepared for my uncle by both of my cousins. I contributed two very simple dish :). Tuar boiled ABC soup and i cooked Indian curried long beans as well as fried omellete with preserved lettuce and chilli. We are the Asian cooks for the day ..haha.
Next, we present the super chef Sy Yun. She prepared some western style dishes that includes, fried dory fish and chips, prawn with salmon and bacon cheese dip as well as a bowl of salad. It's amazing to see how she work on the garnishing on all the 3 dishes. Serving your food with nice bowls and plates does give a boost to your presentation as well. To complete the meal, we had Baileys, orange juice and screwdriver (Vodka+orange juice). Baileys (choc milk with alcohol) was a wrong choice for such a heavy dinner, we were too bloated to finish it up.
Cooking is fun. Cleaning up is the suckiest part. Tuar and I was having a massive backache after that. Getting old :*( or just lack of exercise :P muahahah!
GOing to keep this post short and sweet! Till then!
Few hours before dinner, we went out to shop for grocerries. Then, we head over to Jusco for certain ingredients that is not available from the grocery store such as smoked cheese, bacon, prawns and few other items.
We had a blast on Sunday, more like a feast, specially prepared for my uncle by both of my cousins. I contributed two very simple dish :). Tuar boiled ABC soup and i cooked Indian curried long beans as well as fried omellete with preserved lettuce and chilli. We are the Asian cooks for the day ..haha.
Next, we present the super chef Sy Yun. She prepared some western style dishes that includes, fried dory fish and chips, prawn with salmon and bacon cheese dip as well as a bowl of salad. It's amazing to see how she work on the garnishing on all the 3 dishes. Serving your food with nice bowls and plates does give a boost to your presentation as well. To complete the meal, we had Baileys, orange juice and screwdriver (Vodka+orange juice). Baileys (choc milk with alcohol) was a wrong choice for such a heavy dinner, we were too bloated to finish it up.
Cooking is fun. Cleaning up is the suckiest part. Tuar and I was having a massive backache after that. Getting old :*( or just lack of exercise :P muahahah!
GOing to keep this post short and sweet! Till then!
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