Saturday, November 29, 2008

Pursuits

I ask myself...


What are my pursuits in life?
Where does my passion lie?
What inspires me?
What are my aspirations? and who is the source of my aspirations?
Where do i see myself in this world?


I realise i've never given these questions of life a deep thought.. which goes to show how little I care to understand myself and the impact of my life. I call myself a science graduate but here I am, so uncritical of my own being.




I need a paradigm shift; a thorough revolutionary change. And I need it fast. Cos life is short.

Perhaps another solo vacation/adventure on a significant day of my life would do the trick.
(Inspired by Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert --> a good read)

A self-discovery opportunity awaits...


* I know all this, but i can't get my fat ass up and start making the necessary changes. I lack motivation. I just need a factor to effect a shift. And that's where the challenge lies. Will i walk the talk?

** PURSUITS, Every Sunday @ 8.30pm on Mediacorp ---> great inspirational programme.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Work @ Singapore

I arrived in Singapore on Monday evening. I'm leaving tomorrow on the afternoon flight. Darn! time passes really fast here. This work visit would officially be my longest stay in Singapore. I am contemplating to consider transfer here, but then again, who am I to decide? Doubt it'll happen.. Anyway, I'm really missing home and friends.. can't wait to be back.. lousy me..haha.. how la am i gonna survive working at a foreign land then? (",)

Went for a lovely Spanish dinner last night with Victor at the Chjimes, and sinful indulgences thereafter at The Gelare. We spent the time talking about all the silly things we did back then, Victor, MingChing and I.

Just to name a few..

we got caught copying notes and programming codes from a book in MPH and were thus chased away;

MingChing was suppose to tutor me and Victor for Physics SPM but he ended up high on gaming on Vic's comp and poor Vic had to tutor me instead;

silly remarks that MingChing made on certain occasion,

and so much more..
I really miss those good old days! :)
Vic said i lost my glow..probably due to work stress! haha.. gotto find a way to get that glow back on ;p
wish Mer was in Malaysia, and living in KL. She would probably know some make up tricks..then again, shouldn't a guy like me for my all-natural look, glow or no glow? hmm...

"Red Rush"

* From the leftest mostest, in clockwise direction:
Julian, Seki, Lauren, Mark, BenJ, Jon, Suteng, Kenneth, Becky Choy, and finally the cutest of them all..Ally Choy ;p
ps: Kenneth, sorry i curi your picture! haha..

Really like this picture :)
cos we look like one big happy family..
Friends are indeed the bacon bits in the salad bowl of life =D

Friday, November 21, 2008

The unintended gift

How can it be that someone you've known for only a brief period of time, can feel like a long-time close buddy, that you just love spending time with, share everything under the sun with, and do all sorts of crazy wacko stuff together and still feel natural being 100% yourself, with no pretend..?

I'm grateful I've found such a friendship.. unexpectedly..

Only issue now is.. will it stay? will it last?

Or was i delusional in the first place?

Because certain friendships in the past have left me broken; in question and doubt of whether a genuine friendship should ever exist. After all the effort of mending myself back, am i truly ready to trust again? only to be disappointed once again?


"Some friends come and go like a season. Others are arranged in our lives for good reason."
by Sharita Gadison


"Friends are the most important part of your life. Treasure the tears, treasure the laughter, but most importantly, treasure the memories."
by Dave Brenner


Thursday, November 20, 2008

Musico-therapy

Currently listening to... Somebody You Used To Know by Koko Kaina

The time is 2.07 p.m. Mind: Hazy. Mood: Blue.

I always feel like this after lunch breaks. Urghh..

Anyway, I stumbled upon an amazing singer/songwriter named Koko Kaina while randomly surfing some radio-deejays' blog and YouTube. So today's entry is going to be about this songbird.
At first glance, i thought she was Filipino or Mexican because of her name and tanned skin but when i further researched into the giant web and YouTube for more videos of her, i found out that she is actually Malaysian! OMGG...*jaw drops

Her style of music is very much to the liking of Jack Johnson, with a very jazzy feel to it. She is what i would call the "female" version of Jack Johnson? She's like Marie Digby and Norah Jones rolled up into one happy meal :)
Her music has got simple repetitive progressions (which i can't figure out because i suck at jazzy chord progressions) and a repetitive singing style as well but it's still unique..but what is most amazing about her is that this lady has been gifted with the ability to write good lyrics. Good rhyming lyrics with a genuine and pleasing melody to it. I truly envy her.. she's the embodiment of everything I want to be, in secret.. ;p

Pop jazz totally rocks. great music therapy for the soul too.
Highly recommended in large intake and daily dosages. =D


Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Enamorado

Tratando de quedarme fuerte y protegerme
pero sé que me enamoro sin esperanzas de usted

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Escenico en color


couldn't help but take this picture while heading to church @ 6.45pm. I don't think the pictures justify the real beauty of the scenic blend of colors in the sky.

After Jim Brickman's concert in Menara KL.
Managed to capture the tower in purple and white but missed the green one.
Thanks to a laggy cam..


Ms. Ally and her radio-deejay pal, DJ Priscilla.


Thursday, November 6, 2008

On dating and courtship

A pretty interesting read. I'm sure everyone has this dilemma or experience at some point in their lives. If you have experienced this personally or in second degree, I'd really like to know if you are in agreement or disagreement with the article, or your general thoughts on the matter. Both male and female perspectives are most welcomed and appreciated. Do drop a comment if you feel like it.
*Caution: It may be a long read. But do read till the end.

Who's On First? by J. Budziszewski
(Boundless Webzine - www.boundless.org/datingcourtship/)

It was only a little past 11, and the Union was almost empty. Expecting a quiet lunch, I chose a table where I could look out the window at the Quad. No sooner had I set down my tray than a familiar face materialized in front of me. "Expecting someone, Prof?" It was Mark Manasseh.

"Not at all. Pull up a chair."

He sat down with a plate of something I didn't recognize.

"What's that? Some kind of taco?"

"Haven't you ever had a gyro?" he said. "It's like a Greek taco. Gyros have been around a long time."

I shook my head. "Food has changed."

"Food isn't the only thing that's changed," he said, and lapsed into a moody silence. He chewed meditatively.

"So what else has changed?", I asked.

"Huh?"

"You said food isn't the only thing that's changed. What else has changed?"

"Oh. The rules. They're always changing them on you in the middle of the game. I can't tell who's on first any more."

"Who's 'they'? Has the Faculty Senate changed the graduation requirements again?"

"No. Actually I was thinking of a girl." He played with his gyro, then looked up. "I guess I'm not being very clear."

"Clear enough. Girl changes terms of relationship, guy confused. You don't have to explain."

"Maybe I should. We've talked about this kind of thing once before, and I could use the perspective of an, um, older person. Do you mind?"

I shook my head. "I have time. Being so old, you know."

He reddened. "I only meant — "

I laughed. "I know what you meant. Go ahead."

"There's this girl. Molly. She's a friend. But that's it: Just a friend. You know, we talk and do things together. But I talk and do things with all my friends."

"Do you talk and do things with them the same way you talk and do things with Molly?"

"Not exactly. She's a close friend." He paused. "But just a close friend."

I smiled. "Just very close."

"Right."

"And a girl."

"Right."

"When you talk and do things with her, are other people included?"

"Sometimes."

"Uh-huh."

"But I do things just with other friends too. Like I told her."

"Like you told her? How did the subject come up?"

"I'm still trying to figure that out."

"Suppose you tell me what happened."

"Well, we were hungry, so we were having a pizza together at Molto Alimento."

"Just because you were hungry."

"Why does there have to be another reason? Can't friends eat a pizza?"

"Sure."

"Anyway, we were almost done when she said something about how we've known each other for almost two years. I said yes. She said we've had a lot of fun together. I said yes. And then she said some other stuff, I don't remember what — you can't listen to everything a girl says or it would wear you out. I think I must have said yes to that too, which was probably a mistake. The next thing I knew, she was talking about how a girl needs a commitment or something. And I guess it took a few minutes for what she was saying to sink in, and I asked 'What do you mean?' And she said 'commitment' and spelled the word. And I said 'It's not like we've been dating or anything.' And she said 'What do you call it when we've been seeing each other exclusively for two years?' And I said 'What do you mean exclusively? I do things together with lots of other people.' And she said 'Not with other girls you don't' and I said 'Girls and guys both' and she said 'What girls?' And I said I couldn't think of any and she asked me why I was holding back and I said I didn't know what she was talking about and then all of a sudden she was crying and she left the table and the waiter brought the check and he looked at me like I was dogmeat and I couldn't find her and so I went home, and I keep trying to phone her but she won't return my calls and it's all I can — I mean I — well — "

He looked embarrassed and took a deep breath. "So that's why I say she changed the rules."

"From what to what?"

"What?"

"What did she change them from, and what did she change them to?"

"From friendship rules to dating rules."

"But that's not exactly what she said, is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"You quoted her as asking something like, 'What do you call what we've been doing?' So she thinks you're the one who's trying to change the rules."

"But I never said we were dating!"

"But weren't you?"

"Don't I have to think it's a date for it to be a date?"

"Do you have to think a car is a car for it to be a car?"

"This isn't like that."

"Mark, when two people of opposite sex enjoy a social activity, it's called a date."

"But it wasn't romantic."

"Not all dates are romantic, but any date is potentially romantic. That's why steady dating produces expectations, especially among girls. Life is short. Why should they waste their time dating guys who aren't serious?"

"We were never romantic."

"She thought you were."

"Yeah, well, I guess that's true."

"And are you so sure that it makes no difference to you that Molly is a girl? Would you worry like that if some guy wouldn't return your calls?"

"But she didn't say we were dating either. Not before. Once someone asked if we were dating, and she answered before I even had a chance. She just laughed and said, 'Oh, no, we're just friends.' See? She did change the rules on me."

I sighed. "Mark, these days neither girls nor guys seem to want to admit that their dates are dates. But they have different reasons for not wanting to, and those reasons kick in on different occasions."

"What do you call the reasons? Start with girls."

"I'm not sure, but I think one common reason girls today don't call dates dates is that guys today think 'date' means 'sex.' The idea of dating as courtship has almost disappeared."

"I don't pressure girls for sex."

"Does she know that?"

"She ought to. She knows I'm a Christian."

"I'm sure she knows that sexual intercourse outside of marriage is contrary to Christian principles. But a lot of so-called Christian guys do pressure girls for sex. How does she know that you won't?"

"I haven't pressured her yet, have I?"

"But you say you aren't dating, remember?"

"Oh. Well, yeah."

"She might think that one reason you haven't pressured her for sex is that up to now she's gone along with the myth that you aren't dating."

"Maybe," he admitted.

"There's another reason."

"What is it?"

"Often girls these days don't call dates dates because guys these days are so afraid of commitment. You won’t say that one doesn't apply to you."

Mark shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"You see, the girl may feel that the only way the guy will ever court her is if he doesn't have to admit that it's courtship."

"All right, I see your point. What do you say are the guy reasons?"

"We've already covered the first one," I said. "Girls are right — guys these days are afraid of commitment. It's part of their fear of growing up. And there's another reason. Fear of failure."

"Fear of failure?"

"If you're 'just friends' and she says no to pizza, it's no big deal. But if you ask her on a pizza date and she says no, it's humiliating. To relieve the pressure, guys don't call dates dates. That's related to another girl reason. Most girls don't want to humiliate guys, so if the guy doesn't call it a date, they go along with him."

"Stop. You're bringing back memories of junior high school."

"That's just it. Some guys never quite get past that stage."

"Are there any other guy reasons?"

"There's one more, but we've covered that one too."

"We have?"

"Sure. You mentioned it yourself."

"When?"

"Right at the beginning of the conversation. You said that the rules of relationships have changed and that you can't even tell 'who's on first' any more."

"It's true."

"Of course it is. Pressure for sex, fear of commitment, fear of failure — all those things have changed the rules of relationships. Add to those things the feeling that men and women are adversaries, and things look pretty grim. No wonder guys aren't willing to call dates dates. They don't know what they might be getting into."

"Right!"

"The problem is that not calling dates dates doesn't work either."

"Why not?"

"Think of your dinner with Molly."

"Oh." Mark thought a moment. "So does anything work? What are the moves of courtship?"

* to be continued. Part 2 of the Article
Not out yet, i think...

Thursday, October 30, 2008

I Miss...

The 7 things I miss...inspired by Miley Cyrus's 7 things :)

I miss traveling.
Being in New Zealand was exactly what I wanted to experience and how I wanted to feel..away from my comfort-zone a.k.a. home, meeting new people, making new friends, feeling God's love and hungering for more of Him, at peace and feeling laid-back most of the time, and the list probably goes on.. Been going through some pictures of friends and acquaintances who are overseas and I don't know why but the crave of wanting to be in their position is suddenly so strong..they look so happy and the places look great. I am envious of their opportunity to be there, to the extent of even contemplating further studies overseas (the recent drop in the forex rates seem somewhat like a good sign of approval from above as well). I really want to be somewhere else rather than where I am now. I want the chance to have a fresh start elsewhere..cos' I know I need it and it'll do me good..I realize that it's part of my personality. It's hard for me to start afresh, without being in a different place.. Some may ask, "Why do you even want to start afresh? Things ain't going well enough for you?" To be honest, certain aspects of my life doesn't feel right. Everything is okay but it still doesn't feel right. I know I'm meant to do something better than this. I know what I'm passionate about. I know that I can achieve and give so much more. It should feel right but it doesn't. And that feeling itself bugs me...to the core.. Others say "It's all in the mind! Can't you just imagine you're somewhere else and still start afresh?" Hello! Easier said than done! If my imaginations and power of the mind were that great and powerful, I'd be writing novels, directing a movie and doing acting! But while writing this post, I realize that perhaps, it is my will for change that isn't strong enough. I mop around in emo-ness but I don't do anything to get out of that state. And this is something many of us actually do, consciously and subconsciously. But anyhow, to sum it all in a lighter note, before it gets too lengthy and emofying, traveling is definitely something I'm very much passionate about. It inspires me in so many ways..so many ways.. :)

I miss school days.
I had the best time of my life in school. Great environment, great friends, great teachers, great almost everything! but not in university, surprisingly! For some, it's the other way around. I suppose I never really made the effort to make my university days a blast. Possibly one of my biggest regrets in life is not making the most of uni days; not living life to the fullest when I could.
Back in school, it was all natural. We were naturally crazier, naturally closer, naturally fun people to be with..
Hard to believe but believe it. I was once so fun to be with! Everything we did always had a dosage of fun and laughter in it. I remember having a friend comment that I was a little too hyper too. Sadly, not anymore though..unless I'm with the right bunch of friends :) I really miss that part of me.. I really miss those days and friends back then..why do people change? why do circumstances change us? why is it so difficult to relive those moments and rekindle that connection once again? why oh why..

I miss eating KFC.
Enough said. It's been too long a wait. I shall treat myself TONIGHT, by hook or crook. Can't wait till' we're face to face again, oh KFC.. :)

I miss my teenage love affair.
Bitter-sweet moments. Nothing says it better than this.
"Can't wait to get home, baby dial your number
Can you pick up the phone; cause I wanna holla
Daydreamin' bout you, all day in school
Can't concentrate, wanna hear your voice in my ear
Till momma come and say it's too late
Cause the lights are on outside
Wish there was somewhere to hide
Cause I just don't want to say goodbye

Hey boy, you know I really like being with you
Just hanging out is fun.."

I miss Cambodia!
Cambodia Missions Exposure Trip, 2006. Great experience, great bunch of people I went with, had so much unexpected fun, great food and of course....great EXPOSURE! It's really a humbling experience to see how the Cambodian kids can still stay cheery and happy despite their predicaments. They showed such great depth of brotherly "agape" love for us, like we were never strangers in their lives, but brothers and sisters.. Being in Cambodia was a good wake-up call.
I wish I had a time-machine. Cos' I don't ever want to forget the lessons learnt, the times spent, and the friendship made. :)

I miss growing.
I've stopped growing taller! Any growth observed would only be sideways, how unfortunate. I think I had a growth spurt once in Form 3. Ai Ming, a classmate actually thought she was shrinking because I got taller than her! haha! Yups! Had that big glee on me when I heard her say that. Anyway, it was only that one time and then it stopped. I've been the same height for ages now. I really do miss growing :(

I miss having a flat tummy.
I've seriously put on some weight. Some say it's good cos' I look better, not like some scrawny bulimic person but I have mixed feelings about it. There's an extra burden. I now need to worry about concealing my "2-months" tummy. Haha! I'm too lazy to exercise too. And my appetite is crazy! My cravings are like raging hormones! My bad..

* Finally, it's done ...


Thursday, October 23, 2008

Memoirs

I've come to realize that certain memories of the past are beginning to fade. I can only remember vaguely the incidents that happened in the past, both good and bad ones. But yet, I doubt the vague recollection of these memories that I have. Did it really happen that way or am I just remembering it the way I want to, with a pinch of salt, giving it a much bearable "taste" with a slight added deviation to the truth?

To be honest, I can't remember any incident or happenings of my life with clear definition. They all seem to be in gray, slightly blurred at certain angles, just like an old television with undefined reception. Is this a common phenomenon? I really don't know..

I've come to realize too that it's easy to forget, because there's only so much our brains can store but the feelings accompanying the incidents usually linger for a much longer time. I clearly remember how certain incidents left me feeling, but I can only remember vaguely the words said, or the actions done. I can't quote them in accuracy and that bothers me.

There is an old adage which goes "with time, comes healing" (or maybe something along those lines) which I find true only to a certain extend.
(Speaking only about the bad experiences) I believe I've healed from the bitterness of the past. I don't sob myself to sleep every night anymore, and neither do I let it affect me in great measure. Whatever it is, it's not bugging me 24/7 anymore. Perhaps, it is safe to say that I have moved on, no longer exhibiting the living-in-the-present-but-dwelling-in-the-past symptom. Yet, personally and honestly, I know there's still a small part of me holding on to that tiny fraction of the past, that I have yet to fully let go of it all. Instead of being weighed down by 100 kilos of remorse, disappointment and insecurity, it has probably been decreased to about 10 kilos.. (i hope)


Anyway, it's a daily process and I'm still learning to let go, to accept the fact that not every beautiful beginning in a story has a guaranteed happy ending; as much as one may hope for it to because who knows what the great Author of our lives has in mind for this story of ours. I do not like the ending of some of the stories I've had, but I've also come to realize that resistance is futile. The plot's been played, and the stage's been graced. I just pray and hope that circumstances and most importantly, divine intervention would lead me to another book, another story, a different chapter of my life but with great reading pleasure altogether.

Disclaimer:
I'm not being emotional but rather, enticed by certain events of life to reflect.
Penning my thoughts down eases my brain capacity a little and acts as a back-up drive in the event I get dementia/dementic and forget it all. I just want to be able to remember all the bits and pieces of my life.