Friday, December 31, 2004

Recap 2004

Listening to: Summer Samba-Bebel Gilberto, a nice touch of Bossa Nova to end the evening and the year...

"If this year had passed you by with no tears, no laughter; consider the year wasted."
- John, Ally Mcbeal.

Well, at least I can say that my year has not been wasted.

The year that passed-

Hope once reached for the skies
In search of Desire,
Alas! It is but a breathe of air,
Without touch nor taste
Nor even near sight.

Hope wanders,
Seemingly lost;
But his existence
Tells him to press on;

He fears;
Not of his solitude,
But of his dying glow
Burning brightly til now,
A shameful flicker remains.

But Hope was not lost;
Patience prevails from her shadows;
Ever gentle, yet so strong,
She held fragile Hope,
Salvaging the last of him

In his dying breathe,
He called on Desire
But no call was heed,
Not even a sound was heard.

The end is here,
His days are over,
He feels death,
Yet He was not lost.

He was home
In the arms of Patience,
Heart of Obedience
And in the centre,
His Lord.

He finds he is no more alone,
For he finds preciousness
In sheer beauty and wonder
A marvelous thing called Faith.



Have a wonderful New Year ahead.




Sunday, December 26, 2004

Post-Christmas Blues

9.05 am- Recieved an SMS from my housemate.
"We are now standing at the street opposite our apartment, looking because we felt a
tremor :P"

Another Highlands Towers tragedy in the making?

11.15am- I wrote back.-"Serious?! Just be careful."

11.20am- "Oh, we are now back in our apartment. Everything's alright."


7.30pm- Decided to check the news for myself.


Sea surges kill thousands in Asia
More than 6,000 people have been killed across southern Asia in massive sea surges triggered by the strongest earthquake in the world for 40 years.

The 8.9 magnitude quake struck under the sea near Aceh in north Indonesia, generating a wall of water that sped across thousands of kilometres of sea.

DISASTER TOLL
Sri Lanka: 2,425 dead
Indonesia: 1,873 dead
India: 1,600 dead
Thailand: 257 dead
Malaysia: 28 dead
Maldives: 10 dead
Bangladesh: 2 dead
Source: Government officials- BBC news corp

To think, one has to attend a funeral of a loved one who died from an earthquake which shook even calamities-free Malaysia.

To think, we could be right at the spot where our lives could have just been hung by a fine thread.

To think, we can only rely upon God's mercy for our lives to be spared.

To think...

That more than 2000 years ago, God came to earth as a lowly Man to give us eternal life. It was the best news that any man could have received.

Man was in trouble, beyond salvation; until He came.

The ransom was paid.

But, do we; the contemporary generation truly understands this?

How could we have possibly understand fully God's great rescue plan for us when we were not of the people then?

What then, other than our conviction towards History, ordained by God Himself compell us to
surrender our lives to Him?

It is His grace.

It is the good news He brought, that brings comfort to those who is doomed with bad news.

Today, there is much badness in the news.
We can only pray for His grace upon us- our good news.

That is our only hope.

Saturday, December 25, 2004


Blessed Christmas, everyone! Posted by Hello

Friday, December 24, 2004

Wah!!! How much they spend on these ah?

Mid-V theater- hall-look Posted by Hello

One-U white castle Posted by Hello



I find myself be willingly tortured by the huge shopping crowd to do this.

I've been going picture 'shopping' just to see if God has given me hidden talents in photography.

Instead, He gave me something better- a digital camera!

No sweat, no fuss, just press one button and your picture will look like one which is all set for National Geographic( or Consumers) magazine.

"A picture speaks a thousand words."

Enough said.

Happy anticipating for Christ-must!


Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Happy Dong Jie! Posted by Hello

Saturday, December 18, 2004

Lessons I learnt from reading comic...and more.-Part 2


"I thought so, too." Posted by Hello

Love- one of the most beautiful words in the English Language, according to a survey by British Council done recently.

It is no less like a rose,
Beautiful but armed with thorns,
Exquisite, yet withers easily.

Falling in love is never easy. Falling out is even trickier.
One would fall deep-and hard.
And get hurt.

I imagine myself being there. What if 'he' whom I have built a world upon suddenly leaves me?
Would it be easy to shrug off and walk away?

"But I desperately needed to try."

"It'll work. I'll change. Nothing would come between us."

But something did. It was not big, not small.

But it was there. And it does not ask to be dismissed with a mere shrug.

I toiled. I cried. I lamented to God. I tried.

And I quit.

'He' is no longer for me. No longer here...

"What if I had taken more steps? Didn't I try? Didn't we try?"

It didn't matter. We lost it.

But, we didn't lose God. In sadness, we seek Him.
In weakness, we find Him.
And the greatest consolation is not that we will find Him,
but that He first found us.

A reflection on whose heartbreak is known of.


Monday, December 13, 2004

Daughter...to the best parents in the world, in Mars as well.


My 'Manolos'...well, close to. Posted by Hello

Listening to: Lisa Ono- Angel's Eyes
Tea: Ti Kuan Yin (Chinese)

My wonderful parents and my obedient brother ( I have no idea how else to describe him) came to town for a visit today!

Yay!

And we went shopping!

Double Yay!!

Frankly, was feeling that commercialised-Christmas mood in the air today- buying Christmas gifts and receiving Christmas gifts, and a wonderful birthday gift too!

I simply must put a photograph of my birthday present from my parents. It took me a few shots to get the picture right- the angle, the view, the position of the shoes, hoping that I can achieve that straight-out-of-Jimmy-Choo-shoe-boutique-shot.

Well, this is it. My ohh-s0-sexy, ohh-so-sleeky, strappy, feminine LILAC (Pink to 90% of the guys) slip-ons.

I'm no fashionista. I don't remember the last time I bought a pair of shoes. Nevertheless, I am excited. Excited because I simply adored the shoes. Excited because being given to me by my parents meant that these shoes were to me as what Manolos would mean to Sarah Jessica Parker and that glass slipper to Cinderella.

Above all,

I am grateful to God.

To have blessed me with parents who just loved their children beyond bounds.
To have blessed me with parents that are more than just their children's financial providence.
To have blessed me with parents that planted ambitions and dreams to their children and allow them to pursue them.

"And I am still here, because you were there."- Babyface, You Were There.

Indeed I am here, because the Lord has blessed me with their presence(s)

Thank you, Ah Ba and Ah Ma.
You are indeed sources of inspirations to me.

I pray one day, that you will know the love that is greater than the love that you've given me.


The love that I want both of you to have.


The love of Christ Jesus.

Saturday, December 11, 2004

Lessons I Learnt From Reading Comics-Part 1


Rejoice always, pray without ceasing; in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
- 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 Posted by Hello

Boh Co. might have just sponsored me their tea products...

Was rummaging through my 'tea-box' ( where I store all my tea-bags) and found these:

1. Boh iced tea in lemon and lime

2. Boh jasmine tea

3. Borneo Rainforest Black tea, grown in the foothills of Mount Kinabalu, 100% pesticide-free

4. Ho Yan Hor green tea

5. Boh Seri Songket tea in Lychee and Rose

6. Ho Yan Hor ginseng tea ( alright, alright; just putting this to fill up the numbers so that my collection looks more impressive).

Ever since I've started putting thoughts in this blog, I find that I've been consuming more hot tea, downloading more mp3s on the net( though I suspected that downloading mp3s was the primary reason to why I started blogging), and reading more, crap and all.

So now, I consider myself contributing extensively to
1. the local tea industry (practically all the tea that I bought were planted locally)

2. the advertising industry- for entertaining most of the advertorial pop-ups while I'm downloading mp3s,

3. the music industry, (I would recommend ear-worthy songs to my friends)

4. the people who write both crap and worthy articles, by increasing their readership; and inadvertantly boosting their morale and ego to write more; in hopes that they would be able to produce something more worthy one day.

5. Above all, blogging gives me pleasure in writing about things I would not normally share with many people.

Plus, am enjoying that cool image of sitting in front of the laptop, with my steaming hot cup of tea and that cute IKEA table lamp that provides all the ambience.

Makes me look like a really cool editor of a travel magazine or some really professional freelance journalist covering minute-by-the-minute updates on Ukraine's general elections.



Vain, how vain indeed!




Thursday, December 09, 2004

Ewkkk! Pweuk!!!

I thought I was being critical by commenting about UM's 'virtual achievement' by being on the 89th spot in top-universities list.

What an idiot.

Now, I loathe at the sight of other people jumping on the bandwagon of criticising UM without further thought nor reason.

I presume this is just the Malaysian way- when something goes wrong that causes us to reconsider our presuppossitions, we try so hard to shift the blame to anyone convenient to us.
That would be just about anyone, any institution, any party, any organisation or anything that happens to have some affiliation to the problem.

It is just like saying that the cup is 'useless' and 'stupid' just because the hot tea that it is holding, burnt your tongue while you're sipping it.

Tolong-lah..............

Back to the issue of UM-bashing. The standards, mediocre or not; are still man-made. We, the faculty administrative staff, the student's affairs department staff, the student leaders, the future academicians, teachers, leaders, corporate figures; are the ones that determine how the benchmark of exellence for our university is raised at the end of the day.

No point pointing fingers at the Vice Chancellor alone just because he happens to be the key figure of the university while we continue to be complacent and lazy.

A first-class university requires first-class mentality.

UM-bashing should not only be confined to merely a 3rd college mamak session topic over roti kosing and teh ais.

It will only be regarded as cheap gossip.


Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Farewell to thee, my calculator.

This tribute is to my calculator.

"How do you write an eulogy for a calculator?"

My calculator who has been with me since I was 16 has now gone to calculator- heaven, if there is such a place.

However, I must confess that it was me that has somehow 'murdered' it when water spilled from my water bottle and 'drowned' my calculator, which then put an end to its functionality.( i hope there is such a word, am quite ingenious in creating fantastic-sounding but clearly illogical vocab sometimes)

So, farewell; my friend, my assistant and my partner in war.
One which has sat through all the accounting papers that I've toiled over with me.

The clicking sounds that you made is dearly missed.

Now, I have to burn a hole in my pocket to get another calculator. Ouch!

Sunday, December 05, 2004

Why do sad songs sound so good?

You give your hand to me

And then you say hello

And I can hardly speak

My heart is beating so

And anyone can tell

You think you know me well

But you don't know me

No you don't know the one
Who dreams of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips
Longs to hold you tight

Oh I am just a friend
That's all I've ever been

Cause you don't know me

I never knew the art of making love
No my heart aches with love for you
Afraid and shy I let my chance go by
The chance that you might love me too

You give your hand to me

And then you say goodbye

I watch you walk away

beside the lucky guy

Oh you will never know

The one who loves you so

Well you don't know me
-Jann Arden, You don't know me



Saturday, December 04, 2004

It's the broadband age....it's not the stone age...

Boy, am I hooked or what!

RM13 per month, 24hrs of surfing, 384whatever of connection speed, whatever that means as long as my vocabulary tells me it's fast

I am fast becoming the last person I thought I would be, well second-last if you count in the President of United States of America, well third-last if...

Oh, what the heck!

The point is, an Internet junkie.

It's a contagious disease, I'm telling you.
It creeps up to you the moment you switch on Kazaa.
Then, it devours all your usual tv hours as you get excited getting hold of all the free mp3 downloads that you've been dreaming of all this while.
Next thing you know, you start a blog spot to keep up with the trends of 'multi- tasking'
while you watch the figures of downloading speed go from 5% of completion to 100% in a matter of minutes.
You are in awe, you are almost in tears as you click 'play' with your faithful mouse. And you have never known just how useful this mouse can be when it comes to clicking, in search of more mp3s.
Suddenly, the first note strikes.
A song is at play.

You sit back, you are at lost for words.

The next 4 minutes is magic.

Your blog spot takes a back seat.

You are left dreamy-eyed (or rather, eared)

The disease...has got you. But hey, what a disease. what a disease!

Friday, December 03, 2004


With a scenery like this, no wonder the Boston Tea Party is history...
Posted by Hello

Gemilang...realiti untuk UM ke?

Jaclyn Victor...a well-deserved winner indeed.

At least, she was able to belt out the word "Gemilang" with a sense of glory.

Not so for UM, though.

Given any small opportunity, I would rather give my praise to this highly over-rated, supposedly prestigeous institution of higher learning.

That would give me a reason well enough to call myself a world-class student, the creme brulee among the jellos.

So, UM is rated among the top 100 universities in the world; and we actually have to buy that?

Call me a pessimist, but the last time I recalled UM falling short of becoming one of the 100's top universities in the world; the Ministry of Higher Learning tried its lamest to convince the public that the ratings were groundless.

So, what makes the current ratings so incredibly credible now?


We know our true situation, and we don't need any banners in the campus proclaiming UM's 'achievement' to convince us otherwise.

One question remains: Do we then, keep on amusing ourselves with UM-bashing while we continue with our new-found legacy of mediocracy?

We have only ourselves to answer to.




Tea, anyone?

Just this morning, I announced to the world that I am just as contented being a faithful blog reader as much as a avid blogger, in response to a friend's query of why I didn't have a blog of my own.

I guessed, I have celebrated my ego by doing exactly the opposite of what I said.

Isn't it funny that it is just human nature that we don't usually mean what we say?

So many thoughts ran through my mind as I pondered upon my hypocrisy (what a bad-sounding term, and a cynically perfect term of description, too)

However, it is in the simplest manners in life that I find myself most disappointing.

For the times when I wanted to say 'I'm sorry' but ended up saying, "Your fault!"

For the times when I actually meant love but fumbled upon it so clumsily; that all that was supposedly beautiful and lovely was lost.

All that, to nurture my wounded pride, or so I thought.

Alas, the damage has been done, and now; one must pay dearly by facing the endless and merciless continuation of asking oneself 'what-if' questions.

Oh, what the heck.

At least, I have Renee Olstead...and steaming hot tea.

What more can I ask for?

But of course, tea anyone?