Ee Lin first introduced this blog to me a couple of years back.
Pei Ling was reading it this morning and I'm introduced to it...again.
Reading this makes me wanna be a mum.
Go read what I read here.
Tuesday, 9 October 2007
Wednesday, 3 October 2007
Day 3
Yeaps! It's already Day 3 of my internship with R.AGE, The Star.
I'm getting a feel of how things function here now that I've gone out on an assignment with my partner-in-crime, Pei Ling, yesterday to HELP University College to get interviews for the "LOOKS" page in tomorrow's R.AGE issue(wah...I know what's coming out in tomorrow's paper!). But there's still so much to learn!!! And quoting colleague, Sharmila Nair, we're "learning from the best".
Our "office" isn't really office-ish. The atmosphere here is laidback with RED 104.9 playing all day long as ambience music and our desktops are stuck to this magnificent steel pillar standing in the middle of the "office". Then there're seats all around and this mini library-CD rack which my hands are drawn to explore. Fitting the R.AGE pull-out image, I'm interning in a youthful office!
Not much to update you peeps about really 'cos I haven't done anything significant. Just a couple of movie reviews and stuff.
And yes Pei Ling, I've gotten FACEBOOK...finally, after all the promoting (hah!).
I'm getting a feel of how things function here now that I've gone out on an assignment with my partner-in-crime, Pei Ling, yesterday to HELP University College to get interviews for the "LOOKS" page in tomorrow's R.AGE issue(wah...I know what's coming out in tomorrow's paper!). But there's still so much to learn!!! And quoting colleague, Sharmila Nair, we're "learning from the best".
Our "office" isn't really office-ish. The atmosphere here is laidback with RED 104.9 playing all day long as ambience music and our desktops are stuck to this magnificent steel pillar standing in the middle of the "office". Then there're seats all around and this mini library-CD rack which my hands are drawn to explore. Fitting the R.AGE pull-out image, I'm interning in a youthful office!
Not much to update you peeps about really 'cos I haven't done anything significant. Just a couple of movie reviews and stuff.
And yes Pei Ling, I've gotten FACEBOOK...finally, after all the promoting (hah!).
Saturday, 22 September 2007
Urgh.
So sad it is to read such news.
Yes I'm referring to the recent gruesome murder of a young girl that happened in Petaling Jaya.
So the father has come to accept that it is adik Nurin found in that sports bag, his daughter, and I feel sad and angry for him...for our society. Why do these sickos do it? Not just this case but so many others too.
I have mental debates about how their minds work but I have no conclusion. I shouldn't anyways. The human psyche is a complex thing. Psychological problem? The way they were brought up and exposed to the world outside? The XYY gene that makes them biologically violent? Revenge? I can go on wondering.
But why? Even animals don't kill their own species for dominance or some twisted sexual pleasure. At least I do not know of it. They fight but they don't kill themselves. It is sad that we, gifted with more intelligence and potential to reach for the previously unreachable, still have among us those who misuse our human capabilities. Maybe that's why there're religions and philosophy to keep the human race on track.
While we may never live in a perfect society, I pray that all the people of our nation and the world will eventually learn to love the right way. I pray that those who are lost find the right path again through religion and I pray for those who have thoughts of or have committed the unspeakable to repent and find peace within themselves to live to better the society. No bad deeds will ever reap benefits.
There will always be hope for a better society.
Yes I'm referring to the recent gruesome murder of a young girl that happened in Petaling Jaya.
So the father has come to accept that it is adik Nurin found in that sports bag, his daughter, and I feel sad and angry for him...for our society. Why do these sickos do it? Not just this case but so many others too.
I have mental debates about how their minds work but I have no conclusion. I shouldn't anyways. The human psyche is a complex thing. Psychological problem? The way they were brought up and exposed to the world outside? The XYY gene that makes them biologically violent? Revenge? I can go on wondering.
But why? Even animals don't kill their own species for dominance or some twisted sexual pleasure. At least I do not know of it. They fight but they don't kill themselves. It is sad that we, gifted with more intelligence and potential to reach for the previously unreachable, still have among us those who misuse our human capabilities. Maybe that's why there're religions and philosophy to keep the human race on track.
While we may never live in a perfect society, I pray that all the people of our nation and the world will eventually learn to love the right way. I pray that those who are lost find the right path again through religion and I pray for those who have thoughts of or have committed the unspeakable to repent and find peace within themselves to live to better the society. No bad deeds will ever reap benefits.
There will always be hope for a better society.
Saturday, 8 September 2007
Esmee Denters
Wooh!
I was listening to Mariah Carey on YouTube (clearly wasting my time again; not revising, singing along et al...) and I found this video of a talented girl.
Don't mind the video quality, just use your ears.
Her name's Esmee Denters, go check her site out: www.esmeeworld.com
Good voice. Better singing.
Wonder if she's made her debut...?
Okie, off I go now...back to linguistics.
PS: me exam's on Monday o.O
I was listening to Mariah Carey on YouTube (clearly wasting my time again; not revising, singing along et al...) and I found this video of a talented girl.
Don't mind the video quality, just use your ears.
Her name's Esmee Denters, go check her site out: www.esmeeworld.com
Good voice. Better singing.
Wonder if she's made her debut...?
Okie, off I go now...back to linguistics.
PS: me exam's on Monday o.O
Thursday, 6 September 2007
A Poem for the Short Attention Span
I sit and stare
as a fart escapes my butt,
Oh darn it's tough
trying to mould my attention
into a trustworthy sword
that slices and evades
all distractions that come my way.
Yes my battle still lies with my vagabond brain, not the books. Sob.
as a fart escapes my butt,
Oh darn it's tough
trying to mould my attention
into a trustworthy sword
that slices and evades
all distractions that come my way.
Yes my battle still lies with my vagabond brain, not the books. Sob.
Friday, 31 August 2007
Lost
No, not the over-rated TV series.
It's my on-off state of mind.
I feel lost...
...and I hope to find myself soon. Who likes the mental image of oneself being a abandoned buoy, vulnerable to the perils of the great oceans, unsettling weathers and occasional life? It's liberty with no solace.
...but to find myself I first have to be lost, no? Or at the very least, displaced. That's step one to the hopefully colourful and finally rewarding self-discovery. If not, how do we try to find something that has never been lost? So I think.
I pray for a guiding lamp to appear tomorrow but the todays have never quite ceased to happen, and my lamp never quite arrives. Sometimes I rely on a twinkling star, that tries in all its might to light my path with it faint sparkles...but have darkness resume when my star burns out. What short-lived moments of grateful treading along this beaten path. Stalled again.
...and perhaps all this because of my self-doubt.
Father Time, you see my wallowing in uncertainty. I feel my hair lengthen already but what can you do? I understand that you have a worldly rhythm to hum to.
It's my on-off state of mind.
I feel lost...
...and I hope to find myself soon. Who likes the mental image of oneself being a abandoned buoy, vulnerable to the perils of the great oceans, unsettling weathers and occasional life? It's liberty with no solace.
...but to find myself I first have to be lost, no? Or at the very least, displaced. That's step one to the hopefully colourful and finally rewarding self-discovery. If not, how do we try to find something that has never been lost? So I think.
I pray for a guiding lamp to appear tomorrow but the todays have never quite ceased to happen, and my lamp never quite arrives. Sometimes I rely on a twinkling star, that tries in all its might to light my path with it faint sparkles...but have darkness resume when my star burns out. What short-lived moments of grateful treading along this beaten path. Stalled again.
...and perhaps all this because of my self-doubt.
Father Time, you see my wallowing in uncertainty. I feel my hair lengthen already but what can you do? I understand that you have a worldly rhythm to hum to.
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
21th century living
First there was the couple of unidentified phone calls from "Vincent" from Maxis who claims I have left my number at his booth during the whatever architectural exhibition in KLCC [?]...conman no.1
...then Jojo got conned of her Bread Story buns by a pair of Chinese nationals (presumely)... conmen no.2
...then Steph's friends were robbed on their way back from a yam cha session in Section 17...aih
.. and last two nights, we witnessed a snatch-theft outside our windows... AIH
21th century living...danger lurks everywhere.
...but I still trust in the dhamma.
...then Jojo got conned of her Bread Story buns by a pair of Chinese nationals (presumely)... conmen no.2
...then Steph's friends were robbed on their way back from a yam cha session in Section 17...aih
.. and last two nights, we witnessed a snatch-theft outside our windows... AIH
21th century living...danger lurks everywhere.
...but I still trust in the dhamma.
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