tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28035249589288101592024-02-07T11:25:03.789+08:00melor in nycadventures of the malaysian/peruvian at heart in the big applemel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-25156291224086703952014-02-15T00:05:00.000+08:002014-02-15T00:05:38.814+08:00Love isPosted on my FB status on Feb 14, 2014<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 16.309091567993164px;">Love is the spiritual kandinsky, the powerful rothko, the fun lichtenstein, the sexy klimt, the fun picasso, a petit peu de dali, the sensual o'keffee, the colorful matisee, and the rhythm of pollock all rolled into one. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 16.309091567993164px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 16.309091567993164px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 16.309091567993164px;">Love is my sensitive and loving munchkin no 1, the dainty and giving munchkin no 2, the strong and determined munchkin no 3 and the calm and happy munchkin no 4. Along with my supportive crazy family and beautiful colorful friends back home. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 16.309091567993164px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 16.309091567993164px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 16.309091567993164px;">Love is na</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 16.309091567993164px;"><span style="color: #333333;">si ayam, bananaleaf rice, masak lemak, keropok lekor, apam balik, satay kambimg, tom yam, fatty crab, pisang goreng, sambal tempoyak, roti jala, tempe and petai all rolled into one. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333;">Love is going all the way across the world on a crazy adventure, meeting new people, getting the chance to rebuild and recreate, staying up all night trying to decode the ramblings of some scholar. </span><br /><br /><b><span style="color: #990000;">May your hearts alway be open to giving and receiving love everyday.</span></b></span>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-12031949334251229512014-01-28T13:34:00.000+08:002014-01-28T13:34:44.501+08:00Beautiful flowers...beautiful people. Surround yourself with beautiful people and beautiful things. <div>
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Today I went out in search of a potted plant to remind me of beautiful people that love me. This new addition to my plant family, represents 11 beautiful souls which wanted to contribute to me pursuing my dream to study art in New York City. Its a reminder not only for those 11 people but for everyone else that did all they could....for me. <div>
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I have been avoiding writing this entry because I know I would cry writing it. Last year, I hustled. I did what I could to get a loan, to find money to support me pursuing my masters in New York. There was one particular group of people that were there day in and day out and really had no other choice but to be a part of my journey. My ex colleagues, were there from day one. From the day I declared, "I am going to New York" to the day I flew off, till today....they have been a part of my journey, as a support system, as a witness to my everyday adventures here. It was not easy, the frustration of not knowing where the money was coming from was so stressful and my colleagues always did what they could to support me. Including starting a 'mami fund'. They got together and collected money. My guess is this happened in May or June of 2013. Fast forward to today, I discovered this about 2 weeks ago and I am deeply moved. </div>
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Even before the discovery of the 'mami fund', I felt so blessed that they were a part of my journey and in many ways, I want them to be proud of me. I take pictures all the time to show them my adventure which they had a huge role in, I share my journey on my FB status and when I went home for a short break, I told them all the stories..I was excited to share with them and they were always ready to listen and laugh with me. I felt so much love from them and I still do everyday with their positive energy...they inspire me. They remind me everyday what love is. </div>
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And so I bought this beautiful plant. Cause everyday when I wake up I am reminded of them. Their support, their love, their laughter and their generosity. So to those 11 people that pitched in. I love you. I am pleased to say that the funds that were collected will go towards my class trip to Paris in June and I will be going to London as a treat to myself. </div>
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mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-23661543176283545862013-04-15T22:32:00.001+08:002013-04-15T22:32:40.611+08:00I am sexyI now go to the gym 3-4 times a week. You can say its part of my inner transformation. Started last year when a friend of mine said, 'You look all right, you just need to tone up a bit and go work out'. I was shocked at his honestly...but really I was tired of covering up all the time. <br />
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And I said to myself.....enough is enough...... I want to look hot and sexy! I dared to say that. <br />
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My entire life I've been resisting being pretty or being judged for my looks and I always over compensated and went out of my way to prove to people I had brains. And I constantly judged and hated the pretty girls. So last year, 2012 August. I started to work out and eat healthy. But i don't think it was the working out or the change of eating habits that created a transformation. (Mind you for 3 months i stopped and I didn't feel sexy, but I got back on track in Feb 2013)<br />
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Transformation began when I started to believe I was sexy and hot - things started to change. <br />
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During one of my contemplative moments, I realized it wasn't the gym that created the transformation. It was my belief that 'I am sexy'. I thought it, believed it, breathed it and in turn exuded it. And it was around that time i noticed the attention I was getting was no longer, about me being cute or nice, I was treated as sexy. <br />
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Now this might sound like a self indulgent entry. But i wanted to share that because I believed it and the Universe heard me, and people started to take notice. I realized how powerful just a thought can be. I had not lost weight or toned as much, but the attitude changed how I looked. <br />
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I viewed myself differently...that also meant that I wouldn't talk bad about myself or my body.<br />
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I make a conscious effort to love my body and to not call myself fat, or anything negative. I had to eliminate that. I realized the trend. When I believed that my body wasn't good enough and i expressed it....i looked different, heavier and duller in my appearance. So no more put downs for me. <br />
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So my whole transformation started not with going to the gym, it started with my thoughts and beliefs. And everything else that followed was easy. Going to the gym is not a chore and neither is clean eating. In fact I enjoy it so much that its a part of my daily life. <br />
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Physically I am working hard to achieve my ideal BMI and focusing on strength training and muay thai. But i think the hardest part was just believing.<br />
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><b>'I am a sexy, confident, passionate & loving woman. I am a panther.'</b></span></div>
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</div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-80553876258271896142010-01-08T23:09:00.003+08:002010-01-11T19:04:08.118+08:00As strong as your weakest link?<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I have met many types of people from all over the world. I have experienced a whole spectrum of personalities. </span></span><br />
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</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"They" (who ever 'they' maybe) say that the true colors of someone comes out when they show the ugly side of them. This is true. You can see someone's true colors, when you see how they respond to pressure, challenges and hardships.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">**This entry has been saved as a draft for weeks. Today after all the 'crap' going on in Kuala Lumpur, with the unfortunate incidences of </span><a href="http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/index.php/malaysia/48977-king-advices-calm-and-respect-for-houses-of-worship"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ignorant backlash</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> by vandalizing churches I thought to finally publish this post**</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A lot of negativity, passionate FB status messages, people joining FB groups to support and not support this issue......let us all start with ourselves and make a change. Channel that passion, that anger into useful positive action that takes our nation 10 steps forward again. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Malaysia..let utilize our strengths as a multiracial society....by creating positive changes with one intention....give love. This isn't the pretty side of Malaysia....</span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">lets use our strengths </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">to have peace amongst EVERYONE. </span></span><br />
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</div><div><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Someone close to me said, i feel this way cause i keep comparing my carrer with other people my age ...and they are way up there. He posed a different perspective. </span></span><br />
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</div><div><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I may not have the office or the PA or the huge salary...but I have passion for family, for my creativity. **I let this digest for a few days** My response</span></span><br />
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</div><div><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I have accomplished and experienced so much however i know there is alot more in me. Im like the mercedes benz driving around in singapore....it can go super fast....but the merc can only explore 1/3 of its speed potential cause there is a speed limit. So its such a waste....its not allowed to fully go at high speed which is what the car is more than capable of doing. </span></span><br />
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</div><div><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(at this point some of you are reacting huh...? You comparing your self to a mercedes.?!?! )</span></span><br />
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</div><div><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I don't know if my analogy is good or not...I need a space where i can vroom vrooom vroommmmmmm and ride off at high speeds. Like </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">P.Coelho</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> said...</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“</span></span></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pitiful is the person who is afraid of taking risks. </span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Perhaps this person will never be disappointed or disillusioned; </span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">perhaps she won't suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow. </span></span></span><br />
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</div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-89445198811774260422009-12-23T22:14:00.002+08:002009-12-23T22:42:26.953+08:00Beauty...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "><div>From <a href="http://melorhidayah.blogspot.com/2009/12/think-outside-of-box-use-your-right.html">my previous blog entry</a>, F an anonymous guest left a comment and asked me on my take on beauty.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); ">"What's your take on beauty runs skin deep? I have encountered more often than not that beauty is essential even when u are looking for job. Do you think appearances and looks go a long way in life?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><br /></span></div><div>Hmmm....</div><div><br /></div><div>Well i can only talk about what I have experienced. </div><div><br /></div><div>If I had a pretty face (pan asian chinese seem to sell well here, or if you have caucasian features) ....yeah I would milk it as much as it can......sell it till it can't be sold no more. Use it to my advantage....</div><div><br /></div><div>However that's not me.....Beauty to me is more than what I see. I remember in high school there was this good looking guy....but his personality was ugly as butt....he was aloof, self centered and a bit too up himself...... his personality made him ugly.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have met people which would be considered pleasent to look at but are just so amazingly beautiful......he had this presence about him...so much charisma..that he could read the dictionary and i would think it was charming!</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been in the presence of beautiful (they just looked good)...but have the most blah, personality. total ZZZZZZzzzzzz</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't think beauty is essential say if i were looking for a job (unless i was looking for a job to be on tv or to be an air stewardess).</div><div><br /></div><div>If beauty get someone far in life...then good for them, if companies are biased and judge potential employees based on looks........boo to them. Yeah, it does happen...but bitching about them can only get me so far. Looks can get you far in life....if used to manipulate to get what you want...do I agree with this.....not at all..but it does happen. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am a firm believer, presence, charisma, brains is beauty.. and can get you ahead further in life. </div><div><br /></div><div>So anonymous F.....these are my views......</div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-16711696682503369702009-12-18T00:12:00.006+08:002009-12-18T01:19:25.500+08:00Think outside of the box, use your right brain...and feel free to ask questions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFFDJ6Uxk5UAPnThGQNdd1w0K9rKfZt9ElwmQOmp_6QXG00d43-U95lUJ2LW8yU-VnovjcNGwe-smbaD2CARp77a5TvcwAl4MMAYxbgV0w6ATqkZusdXebKhVO2gxAGYvIMxZaJo9AkI/s1600-h/think+outside+the+box.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFFDJ6Uxk5UAPnThGQNdd1w0K9rKfZt9ElwmQOmp_6QXG00d43-U95lUJ2LW8yU-VnovjcNGwe-smbaD2CARp77a5TvcwAl4MMAYxbgV0w6ATqkZusdXebKhVO2gxAGYvIMxZaJo9AkI/s320/think+outside+the+box.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416255839151576162" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br />Today, during a talk/discussion/ Q&A session there was a guest speaker....Fahmi, he said something which really hit a nerve (in which in my mind i reacted 'Damn straight, hallelujah', but in real life i just smiled and nodded)..</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">He said something whithin their context...Encourage intellectual freedom in schools.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">This statement made me think of my experiences...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I grew up with the privilege of going to private international schools my whole life. Hence the reason why my mother tongue is English and my malay makes me sound like a minah rempit. ( though i take pride that i can speak bahaso nogori)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I'm not saying public school here in Malaysia sucks....the over all attitude and teachings are so left brained so mechanical. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I graduated from a private high school (american system)..and the one thing i remember learning was to think to analyze to dissect and to think outside the box....to come up with my own theories...i remember my thesis when we were reading Othello...my argument that the downfall of Othello was a character flaw and not because of destiny....and i was one of those that preferred theatre and art classes.....so art class was always do what you want..i did art critiques, went to galleries analyzed art, artists, art movements....what a joy!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I can back to Malaysia......got myself into a Local private university....I felt so intellectually stunted. Now i'm not preaching that the education system here sucks....but everything stems from the attitude which is clearly reflected in the education system.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I feed you with information and i control that information. You regurgitate it in you exam. Get good results, and off you go into the world where there is a right answer....give the right answer and you will go far....that is how i see the education system is here</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">..I remember a lecturer saying to me.. "You students like to do your own thing...I don't get you....you come for consultaion, do what we say and you will pass...."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">In my mind i was thinking, "&^%$#$$%#%, then why don't you do the assignment and pass it up and put my name". Working within a set of rules and using our creativity is fine by me...that is were the challenge is- the thinking outside of the box...but this case was..do it like this and you will pass. Do it like that / think for yourself...and you will fail.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It was so grilled into the students heads that you have to consult your work...do it the 'right' way get the green light...then go complete your assignment......</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">it was so automatic that in painting class my lecturer was perplexed....'Why are you all consulting with me what to paint, there is no right or wrong, just paint what you want, consultation with me is to ask questions like what material do you recommend i use or do you think my composition is good"....It seems the students were so scared to paint what they want...it was such a foreign concept.. I was so entertained by the faces of the dominant left brained classmates......i could see it in their faces and it clearly had the look 'what-do-you-mean-we-can-paint-what-we-want?' </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It has stunted my intellectual growth .there was no encouragement to think to talk to be loud say something and be vocal....so i was always called on so say something by my lecturers when they would ask a question and all the students just sat there........in my mind i was thinking 'when no one answers your question call on me to say something give an opinion', but when i have an opinion you hate it' pffftttt to lecturers that had no passion to teach and share knowledge......</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">..cause i was the one that always had something to say - which made me uber popular - NOT! If anything my out spoken-ness has earned me the label of the one with the mat salleh accent, melor yang takder hidayah (very original compared to melor the telor.....funny yet so mean), that never puas hati about anything. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Looking back...yeah there was something I tak puas hati, so I did something about it, which almost always was 'who do i see to talk about this'. It was too against the grain for alot of people. And I was not afriad to voice my opinion...my opinion at times gave a different perspective - however it wasn't seen that way by a few lecturers and some of my classmates. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">We should all be encouraged to speak, to think, and most importantly encourage the freedom to ask questions! Do our local schools encourage this?</span></span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Now in no way i am saying that private schools are better...cause i've seen my fair share of private schools in kl which are equivalent to public schools except you just pay more. And i've seen public schools which produce great thinkers....its the overall attitude which gets me so irked. There were quite a few bad apple type lecturers as menioned above...but there were quite a few great apples in the bunch...kudos to those lecturers.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">If I had the financial back and freedom to choose, after graduating from my high school in Lima, Peru, I would've gone to art school - and majored in art history (my 2 loves....art and analyzing!) i wouldn't have come back....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">**rereading me entry**</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I sound so preachy......*thinks to publish or not to publish*......</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I'm passionate about this issue and i shall share it......</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-70564954978715743272009-12-08T14:01:00.006+08:002009-12-27T22:54:05.815+08:00Responding to Gut Feelings - article written by Ron Eastwood<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Wanted to share this article with you.</span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">RESPONDING TO GUT FEELINGS</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">written by RON EASTWOOD, </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">submitted to finerminds.com</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:10px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I am 68 years of age. A number of years ago I was sort of adicted to personal growth seminars. I give credit to each and every one of the dozen or so that I attended for adding immensely to the richness of my life. However, there is one experience that in my mind outshines fire walking, deep breathing, meditation, sweat lodge and all the rest. I have only shared it with a hand full of my closest friends. I think it may hold meaning for this readership.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The particular seminar was like many others. Two or three hundred people meeting in a large double wide hotel conference room, the kind with an accordion type separator which may be opened to make two large rooms into one even larger room. As typical of this kind of seminar it was hosted by one well known motivational speaker whom in turn invited several other presenters each with a specialty. I do not have permission to use names so out of respect for those whom I discuss we shall leave them nameless.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">It was Sunday afternoon/evening the final day of a three-day seminar. Our speaker had just returned from a tour of Africa I believe. It was a long presentation which nearly put me to sleep. I only remember one major theme. That was the wisdom that we often fail to see and experience miraculous events because we go through life with blinders. The speaker stressed that one needs only to stay fully aware of every chance encounter. And to ALWAYS trust that often fleeting sense that something unique has or is taking place moment to moment. Trust your intuitions.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Our host came to the microphone and dismissed us all for one hour for dinner break. He said be in your seats by 7:00 P.M. sharp. Our final speaker will be worth the entire cost of the seminar all by herself. Do not miss a minute.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The Moment My Heart Skipped A Beat</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">With that I sprinted out the door and ran up to the next corner where there was a Denny's restaurant. It was crowded and it took fifteen minutes for me to place my order. As I waited anxiously I reflected on the previous speaker. I had noted that in my own life there has been an amazing sychronicity between little things I have done and subsequent incredible events flowing from them. For example I was hitch hiking from California to Florida to visit my parents. I was in downtown Atlanta, Georgia. A young boy came running toward me on the sidewalk with both of his tennis shoe laces completely untied. Almost instinctively as a former paramedic and First Aid Instructor I bent over and caught him in one of my outstretched arms to slow him down.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I asked him if he would let me tie his shoe strings so he would not trip on them and fall. He was about six or seven. He let me tie them and as I was standing up from my kneeling position I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard the deep voice of a very large black man saying, "Hey Boy, where you from?" My heart did a flip flop. Here I was in strange surroundings, not another white person in sight and this booming voice from a towering man holding me down with his massive hand. "California," I said hesitatingly.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The Lead-Up To Martin Luther King's Family</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">He released his grip and as I straightened up into a standing position I was aware of a broad grin coming across his face. He extended his hand for a hand shake as he said, "I knowed ya wasn't from these parts. No self respecting white man in the south would stoop to tie a little Nigger boy's shoe strings." With that I relaxed. He asked me what I do in California. I told him I was a taxi driver. He asked me if I could read a street map. To which I said, "Certainly." He said, "If I give you these car keys would you be able and willing to drive that big black hearse full of sacks of mail over to Dr. King's home and give them to his wife?" [Martin Luther King, Jr. had just been killed three days earlier in Memphis while assisting the local garabage collectors in a strike.] That led to me meeting Coretta Scott King and the three children. I ended up working as a volunteer as the family chauffeur all the rest of that summer.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I was now leaving Denny's and the time was 6:50 p.m. Just enough time to get back to the seminar for the final speaker. I rushed into the parking lot nearly bumbing an elderly woman who was leaning against the side of a big black Cadillac. I just caught a glimpse of her face. She seemed to have tears in her eyes. I continued on to the hole in the chain link fence which would allow me to shave a couple minutes off the time it would take to go clear to the corner. I started through the fence. I had one of those flash feelings. The right thing to do would be to return and see if the woman needed assistance. I remembered the words from the afternoon seminar. Was this one of those moments which may have some significance? Could I close my eyes and mind and get back to the important speaker? It was a no brainer. I did as I usually do in such cases. I returned and spoke to the crying woman.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">A Chance Encounter Between Life And Death</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">We spent perhaps fifteen minutes. She had just taken her three adult children to dinner at Denny's to discuss the terms of her will. It turned into a greedy argument and nasty scene. She had left the three inside arguing. She told me she was going to go home and change her will and then take her gun and kill herself. I gave her a big hug. We held each other a long moment. I felt her relax after a short time. I stepped back and asked her to promise me she would keep in touch and "Please don't kill yourself." We talked some more and she told me she had spent her life as an educator and motivational speaker, but couldn't get through to her own children. I suddenly remember that I was missing the seminar. I crawled through the fence and ran all the way back to the hotel.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Outside the conference room I could hear the speaker. I waited for an applause and tried to quietly open the door during the audience reaction to her presentation. The lights were out with only the spot lights on the podium. I stood quietly in the dark waiting for another audience response to seek a seat. She started to speak and stopped in mid sentence.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Everything Is Connected</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">"Someone has just entered the room. I have a very strong intuitive feeling we need to know who this is." The moderator stepped to the microphone and asked me to identify myself. "Ron Eastwood," I said, feeling embarassed.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">There was great laughter because it seems throughout the conference I had been one of those who jumped up first to volunteer every time volunteers were asked for. I was the one who removed an iron spike from an 8" x 8" timber with my bare hands completely ruining one of his demonstrations (see below)*. Jokingly he said, "We should have known it would be you. Find a seat please."<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The speaker said, "No. I want Mr. Eastwood to come up here." I went forward. The moderator stepped aside and said, "Here, you may have my seat." Another round of laughter. I was really feeling humiliated. She did not let me sit down. She said, "Ron you must tell us why you are late. I have a tremendously strong intuitive feeling that this will be important." I briefly told what had delayed me. I mentioned the name of the woman whom I had stopped to comfort. When I finished the speaker was visibly shaken.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">More Than Just A Gut Feeling</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">"Ladies and gentlemen I now know why I had such strong energies when Ron entered the room. My very first mentor after I finished graduate school was (the name of the woman in the Denny's parking lot). I have not seen her in years."<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">The silence was immense. With the bright spot lights in my eyes I could not see faces, but I sense there was not a dry eye in the house. The wisdom I gained that evening has only increased every time I consciously respond to gut feelings that I should take note or be involved in situations or lives often of perfect strangers.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">- Ron Eastwood<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">* The demonstration was to show that often we use only the same old methods because we are unwilling or unable to think outside the box. Volunteers were given a claw hammer and asked to remove the spike. Several tried. Some bent the nail a little, some jerked on it, some even got a block of wood to place under the head of the hammer for better leverage. None were successful. I took the entire block with nail and all and raised it over my head. I brought it down as hard as I could catching the head of the spike against the metal trim on the stage. The spike flew out. It dented the stage. It was not what he had planned, but he said, "Folks, you can always depend on our Ron to think outside the box." Laughter abounded. The momentum of the heavy block moving at such speed gave hundreds of foot pounds of energy to the head of the nail. Mere leverage with a claw hammer could never have achieved such a power ratio.</span></span></span></span><br /></div></span></span></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-47934648835694280402009-11-30T23:19:00.004+08:002009-11-30T23:40:34.425+08:00Adventures alone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT35bMOUh3EROGKSzXV3mV-5w077bglu3FC9WbuCqisIMk4aKemeFXG-okFJisQMeZj5S64AJ-cFm1bjvITNt5fc9Z_T5QQYJ1p6z2G4HhE0Jr3om6KEF7k3Cjjcf2vWF8hq68SGvQqiI/s1600/concentrations.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I've been </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">avoiding</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> to write again.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Was telling my friend, that I liked doing things alone. Like eating alone, shopping alone, errands alone. Sometimes when I'm feeling blue I'll head on over to my favorite chicken rice shop and eat.....alone....or go to a mall alone to shop. He encourage me to write about it. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I need my time alone. It doesn't scare me. In fact I love it cause it is when I am alone when my internal voices are loud! It gives me time to think of the things that are bugging me, the things that I am avoiding I face it during this alone time. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A scary thought. I do know quite a number of people that hate being alone...cause they don't want to answer those questions or thoughts at the back of their mind. And if they are alone they fear to face what they have been avoiding. Hence the reason why they always have to be around people or be doing something with someone......sorta like a headless chicken running around with the illusion 'i got my shit together'.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My alone time is my mental time to get my shit in order. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Alone time can be liberating. A few years back, I went to the Kanye West concert alone. Crazy stupid pathetic......whatever say I. I went and actually found it liberating cause when i wanted to scream like a maniac I did, when i wanted to dance I did...yeah i saw friends there and chatted for a while....but i liked that i went alone. It was fun....and i wanted to push myself - testing myself if i can let go of that sense of security to go with someone so i wouldn't look stupid. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My next alone adventure......traveling alone on a vacation. To a beach....that will truly be intense, fun and alot of 'internal talking' with a dash of picture taking. My way of meditation and </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">time to think, reflect and be free spirited.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT35bMOUh3EROGKSzXV3mV-5w077bglu3FC9WbuCqisIMk4aKemeFXG-okFJisQMeZj5S64AJ-cFm1bjvITNt5fc9Z_T5QQYJ1p6z2G4HhE0Jr3om6KEF7k3Cjjcf2vWF8hq68SGvQqiI/s320/concentrations.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409921331264498370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "><a href="http://www.freedigitalphotos.net"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">www.freedigitalphotos.net</span></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Do you like being alone? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What are your 'alone time' activities.....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div> </div></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-59615338123924815032009-08-30T23:34:00.005+08:002009-08-31T00:17:10.749+08:00MERDEKA! MERDEKA! MERDEKA!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br />I am far from political when it comes to my blog. But todays entry...I am going to go there. I am going to be political but not in an ugly, angry way.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">There has been a video, text messages and alot of ranting on twitter and FB status...about how shitty malaysia is, how there is so much injustices etc etc etc. Those people protesting against the government will be wearing black on our </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">52nd year of independence</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Its sad. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">If I want a change, then it is up to me. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Bitching takes alot of energy....and its much easier than assessing the situation and taking responsibility. If I am not happy with my nation then it is up to me to create a nation which i want to like it. I may be 1 person in this country. But if i have the ability to bitch and enroll people to join me....then I can definitely shift that energy into something POSITIVE AND PURPOSEFULLY PRODUCTIVE. Enroll people into doing something for the community. Start small and let the positive actions grow. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I believe wearing black is a cop out. Don't like this...don't like that...hate this..hate that. If you don't like it...then do something PRODUCTIVE. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I am against police brutality when under police custody.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I am against abuse of power.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I am against cover ups.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I am against controlled media. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I choose to not wear black and I don't want to teach my children to "wear black". I believe there are other ways to be heard and taken seriously. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My family and I have been affected by terroism (being held hostage), by war were we lost our home and sentimental belongings.....I have travelled the world where health care is to expensive, where the indigenous people are treated like crap, where cost of living is so high that living in the ghetto was normal and accepted, where inflation was sky high and carrying guns and shootings was not a big deal. Where the governments beyond belief. Compared to Malaysia...Malaysia is a luxury. Look at now...and move forward....not take 10 steps back.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Yeah there are quite a few things in this country which I don't agree with however .....its my attitude. This merdeka....I can give malaysia a middle finger. Malaysia isn't the government. Malaysia is about the people, the attitude, the environment. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Yeah a few bad apples can ruin the whole bunch. In my eyes....I have a choice of my attitude about merdeka. Cause there are plenty of good apples in the bunch. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Like Ghandi said, Be the change you want to see. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">This merdeka i will not be wearing black, because I have faith in Malaysia and her people. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">MERDEKA! MERDEKA! MERDEKA! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" border="0" class="gl_photo" /></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Negaraku, tanah tumpahnya darahku,</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Rakyat hidup, bersatu dan maju,</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Rahmat bahagia, Tuhan kurniakan,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My country, the land where my blood is shed,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The people live united and progressive,</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Blessings of happiness, may God grant<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJ_74yPGbieBZgpCWq01CvJP2FbiWLwXqFp85tS_78fxNsDMWNIHp1R4pQcmMWcqmEaY9bDayE0wTV6Ggat8nkEEP_1FIDIYAdTHOmBPeqERr_QtUCN8BfYkIBbXfg-AZs1_p_xtlU2o/s400/jalur+gemilang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375788832983893970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px; " /></span></span></span></div></span></span></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-8321256857491006472009-08-28T18:27:00.003+08:002009-08-28T18:54:36.778+08:00Courage<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmC379trP-utx4O4eH-F4tcl1GvJcciTlS0L7dAWqpktFSAsv_LYCU8kYZgWJDBM0PwnlfH7E4zIhhHEL0j4aszDc9jOlZp-STTvheShLEN36IbeKW4nSdWBAD_qDPW1mCi7E968sfVZQ/s1600-h/freedom.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I have a deck of </span></span><a href="http://www.thejourney.com/ourproducts/journeycards.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Journey Cards</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">. And when I am totally overwhealmed or feeling stressed. I shuffle the deck of cards, calm myself and focus. I select 3 cards. (There is no 'right' way to select the cards..i just close my eyes and go with my gut and pick 3)</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Its funny how the universe talks to me. There are always 3 or 4 cards that are always selected. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">But then out of the blur today I got a card which got me thinking. ...I share an excerpt from the courage card. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Courage. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The willingness to experience your own vulnerability and find the strength in it: that is true courage. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">When I gather my imaginary balls and work up the nerves to face whatever it is...its a great accomplishment when I don't fall flat on my face and actually do well.......then there are those moments where I do fall flat on my face and have the 'scars' to prove it. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">It is when shit hits the fan...i fall flat on my face and reach the lowest of low.....And somehow..day by day....I make my situation better and better. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">To be open is where I am the strongest and is when I have courage not knowing what I am being open to. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Man in strong and has courage when he allows himself to be vulnerable to the world, man is a coward when he refuses to be open and maintains control</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmC379trP-utx4O4eH-F4tcl1GvJcciTlS0L7dAWqpktFSAsv_LYCU8kYZgWJDBM0PwnlfH7E4zIhhHEL0j4aszDc9jOlZp-STTvheShLEN36IbeKW4nSdWBAD_qDPW1mCi7E968sfVZQ/s400/freedom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374966229231070882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-39696491694708332592009-08-18T11:14:00.003+08:002009-08-18T11:29:47.139+08:00obsession consumes me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCXfF2nCNIzmK6JhewyYnNH76-rRp5iThMSsxErlULrOGynUI3t0SZ0kTS3bbnt56SLocqc5_CqYPF7p0l_wOqCUTIj69aZquEA8pBe1KnDm9jpmtRr84lDxmFMlIEK5NMwQu4M1YYkE/s1600-h/picture+in+the+sand.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />Some women its shoes, handbags. For others its gadgets or big boys toys. For me its sunglasses (specks), bags, really soft rubber flip flops and cameras. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cameras the most expensive obsession on my list. I think I have too much of them. I have my cameras- lomos- and other little camera-like devices. At times they can be such a crutch. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I see a grat photo opportunity - take out the dslr, take a few pictures, change lens, take out mini lomo take picture.....or take out hp take picture. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It gets to a point where i have to tell myself...its not about capturing the experiences but just simply - be in the experience. There are a few vacations where i was more concerned about capturing the moment I came back home with my soul feeling empty cause i gained nothing out of the holiday.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I think the nest holiday or any outing. I must commit to one camera - and make the best out of it. And constantly remind myself - just experience. And allocate a whole day of photo taking and enjoy the rest of the trip. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">6 cameras including lomos, 4 lenses, 2 flash and my mobile camera. Its time to stop the crazy obsession. Its getting too expensive. Todays mantra - "I am not my cameras". </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCXfF2nCNIzmK6JhewyYnNH76-rRp5iThMSsxErlULrOGynUI3t0SZ0kTS3bbnt56SLocqc5_CqYPF7p0l_wOqCUTIj69aZquEA8pBe1KnDm9jpmtRr84lDxmFMlIEK5NMwQu4M1YYkE/s400/picture+in+the+sand.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371140753588388354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /></span></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-1741711267790793112009-08-18T10:41:00.005+08:002009-08-18T11:13:07.218+08:00Where everything is still....and I'm in the NOW<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdBg1TWzCHx9qkXlGTUo0rv1z9yH2Ky3n1tnGMeEudD0N10yd2yDeOMRxWuNKUB04DzuiJtRh19yyByBGPd42kASUVsD_hkcLjMxAPedl34jjzvg1CZ46IvP5AOp2ybj3gEr5Tug0e6u8/s1600-h/beach.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />I came back from a weekend getaway to Pulau Redang. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">A beautiful island where the water is many different shades of turquoise & blue. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Beaches have a profound effect on me. It calms me instantly when I am in the water by myself.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">And that is when I truly experience & practice mastery. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Something about the beach gives me instant clarity of my life. On the plus side...keeps me in check and focused....on the not so plus side - the clarity I see I do not always like. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I am a water baby, a true Pisces. I love the beach, the soft sand the waves the water the color and the smell. My favorite moment.....during the hot afternoon while everyone else was having lunch I was in the calm sea and floating and all I can hear was the water. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Now I am back in KL - polar opposite of Redang Island, and can get quite depressing. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I need to create the beach in my mind. </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">What is your beach?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdBg1TWzCHx9qkXlGTUo0rv1z9yH2Ky3n1tnGMeEudD0N10yd2yDeOMRxWuNKUB04DzuiJtRh19yyByBGPd42kASUVsD_hkcLjMxAPedl34jjzvg1CZ46IvP5AOp2ybj3gEr5Tug0e6u8/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371136308249785154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-89608832539951587032009-07-06T00:59:00.008+08:002009-12-08T14:11:08.520+08:00I can't save every stray cat Mel!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I can't save every stray cat Mel". </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Profound advice from my mother. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In 2004, I graduated and took the first job offered to me. A friend approached me and asked for financial help. This was the thought going through my head. *I trust this guy and I will help him, after all I can afford it.* I handed him the cash that day itself. This wasn't the first time I've helped people out with whatever I can. Not necessarily money. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I never sat down and wondered is it cause I can't say no or I can't accept their *</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">possibly</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> negative thoughts of me if i reject them and say no or is it the whole superwoman complex, I-will-save-you syndrome? Whatever the reason, I help and help with whatever I can, but it got to a point where I said to myself, 'Wait a minute if I help this guy with my time, I will have no time for myself and I kinda need that time', or 'If i give this guy money to feed his family I'm not going to have much'. I had gotten myself in a situation of helping other people to the point where I didn't have much left (be it money or time and energy!)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It started getting to me cause I felt *guilty for saying NO. For not helping.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Frustrated and down, I called my mother and told her my dilemma. I remember asking her, 'Ma how do you do it? How do I say NO? How can you NOT help people? She listened and replied, 'The same reason why </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I can't save every stray cat living in the streets Mel</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.' Said my mother who is a cat lover. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She has faith and trusts the cycle of life. She has faith that the street cats were smart and cunning enough to survive in the streets. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*I paused and said my good byes*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As usual, I sat and digested it for a while. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If she did save every cat she saw....she would be the stereotype of the old lady and a thousand cats in her house with a funky smell which can shock your sense of smell a block away!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*I got it ma. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Its ok for me to say NO, I got to learn I'm not superwoman. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I must learn to have faith that life has its challenges and that the universe will do what it has to do. If I don't help out life still goes and to just trust the universe. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That's the easy part. The challenging part for me has been letting go of the guilt. It can be heavy on my chest. In time it gets lighter and eventually the heaviness is gone. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*A few days ago, a stray cat was found in the parking lot. There in a little dark corner, was a mother cat and her 2 babies. I automatically jumped to the rescue.....(We can't just do nothing!)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Without hesitation I looked for her. As soon as I saw her I thought we have to do something. Lets take her in!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But I realized this might be a problem since our building has a strict No animal policy. How can we take care of the cat and kittens?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Who can take care of them? Who loves cats so much that is willing to take care of them?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> *Speed Dial *mother* </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Two minutes into the conversation she reminded me ...."We can't save every stray cat!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I didn't take the white mommy cat and her 2 kittens in. I've grudgingly accepted that they can't come home with us. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I did the next best thing. Leave food and water for the mother...........twice a day.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilp_MUfzC2CMiMUxqjcikq9tT3roozxTRwVkFH4JcWI7sCHDTGKRzAhq9YrJVO65_N3XB7UPDYyPSSOPOUpIMjjxlnh4whLC0fihHwt8LQp4M6ukqWy3GJbynkczg0pl1UB60TcxAPg2c/s1600-h/cat.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilp_MUfzC2CMiMUxqjcikq9tT3roozxTRwVkFH4JcWI7sCHDTGKRzAhq9YrJVO65_N3XB7UPDYyPSSOPOUpIMjjxlnh4whLC0fihHwt8LQp4M6ukqWy3GJbynkczg0pl1UB60TcxAPg2c/s400/cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355032158326183106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/freefoto.com"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Courtesy of Freefoto.com</span></span></a></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-52768143239125197462009-07-01T11:53:00.004+08:002009-07-01T12:14:59.268+08:00blog.blog<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; ">I have two blogs. </span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I stopped writing for more than a year. and i'm back :D </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> *doing the running man cause i got my writing groove back*</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When I started again on this blog....i was thinking about the feedback from a reader/friend of mine. Han said that my text is too small and i need more pictures. So 1.5 years later (better late than never) I did something with his feedback so......</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.....I created a new blog </span></span><a href="http://lesstextmorevisuals.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> lesstextmorevisuals.blogspot.com</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. The URL says it all. More pictures and less text....of the stuff I love. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Muchas Gracias Han</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">P.S. As for the small text. I like it </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">small</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhq7Dml_1NEcBmaJ5-Z54CZRjiF8SuEKqKHEsZdDQC1RIuY8eoqqio1olvw3b62ZkBCgjkcCJ_hQjWWJU3sGU-CgeEUapiNbsr4ltwGCHZw5vjOGrmbdvjHZp9o-W_U3MGGVGXt_KKrK0/s400/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353340161750466082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-78545251414771456202009-07-01T10:30:00.007+08:002009-07-06T01:45:13.112+08:00Our prayers.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Start to a usual unemployed morning. No bath and go straight for the internet. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mail ...check</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Facebok.....check</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Twitter....check (hated it and thought it was useless...now i have 2 twitter accounts..swallowing foot in my mouth)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Online newspaper ......check</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My friend Jenny (who married one of my good friends) was chatting away with me online. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The conversation wasn't one of those 'hello, how are you?...and then *</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">conversation left hanging</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was a meaningful conversation about our plans for our careers, her plans to relocated to KL (currently she's in Ipoh) and about what we really want to do *eventually*. That if we died tomorrow, what would our contribution have been. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She wanted to do missionary work. Currently a nurse. She's in the profession of giving and assisting. From what I hear, she's a great nurse. But her gut tells her her calling is mission work. It makes her feel good *alive*.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She had to log off and catch some Z's...and she ended the conversation in a way I've almost never heard someone say to me. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lets keep each other in our prayers</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This statement 'woke my soul up' this morning. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Usually its</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Gtg or</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">talk to you later.....n</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*Thinking* No one has said that to me at the end of a conversation. And i think of the people in my age group and how we end our conversation.....and i look at our lifestyle.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Where did the faith and spirituality go? Where did the concept of prayer go? Where for a few minutes we center and ground ourselves and believe and trust. And why did we stop sharing this positive energy with each other (sharing in a respectful non overly preachy way). </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Its not only about praying 5 times a day, or going to temple, or sunday church, its also about reiki, meditation, C&E or whatever your choice is. A state of mind that creates positivity and clarity and you share that with others - wishing on others peace harmony or a state of being that gives clarity.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jenny and I from different faiths, but I get the intent. So i replied</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"I will have you and your husband in my prayers as well." Another way of me saying </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wa alaikum assalaam" And upon you be peace.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="freefoto.com"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistFDSp7pWqHke2aordUTsEKuSJUNqFruhna_4E-tpxvMMFJjNHsI75vjEz0Uft8dmO4aeopogo3K8pEhuPsGnt7vga8fUYegPrblCpbgpvvGmz7G9qh9vf_AS7JkXvEQQNdomZhMnWak/s400/15_19_1_prev.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353332519954790482" style="text-decoration: underline;cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="freefoto.com">Photograph courtesy of Freefoto.com</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-1585484245005987552009-06-24T22:40:00.008+08:002009-06-25T17:11:13.858+08:00sometimes the flood gates open and tears just flow<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When was the last time I cried?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A few weeks ago when things were just overwhelming. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Call me neurotic, but sometimes i get in a bind, flustered and frustrated I need to go to a corner and cry it all out.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I've been labeled the cry baby. It doesn't take me much to get me to cry. Be it a song, an-in-your-face-statement to my face or even someone's story of struggle & hardships. So, is me being emotional cry baby a bad thing?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Its one thing to cry for attention in front of others its another thing to just release let go and realize there are tears streaming down your face. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There are many triggers from my water works and many reasons why i cry. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">**Story**</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After dedicating myself as a freelance facilitator and working my way up in a year & a half to a trainer in training. I was at the back of the training room, having a bit of 'down time'. My coach said to me this would be the last training for all of us. Contract ended and that the company i freelanced for will no longer be doing these training's. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I sat at the back of the room staring into space, letting it all sink in. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'You mean after this we all won't be working together anymore in this type of setting?'</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'No, we won't be replied my training coach.'</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Reality sunk in and I cried.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I cried because I was freaking happy that I accomplished a huge goal in a year and a half. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I cried because I was sad that we wouldn't have the intimate, fun, loving working environment ever again.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I cried because many long lasting friendships were created through the training.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I cried because '</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">my purpose</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">', (in the form of work) will end. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I cried because I worked damn hard, minimal sleep, crappy food, great team, great coaches, great training participants and great experiences shared with great friends was all ending. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was a painful cry. Which lasted for a week. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sometimes a good cry is good. To just let it all out. Cause keeping it in is just too much of an effort for me. Let the flood gates open for a while...if it means me feeling better the next morning. After all, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the sun has to come out after the rain. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBNeKF3_Gt9k-TD2c-o22jJW8OzxgQs7d2PVog7TqoJF1HzUBmD5_47y3qzttiKYbqaA2N8b6Tbl8gBGYs7N8jD_2Z6ZOQruE2tw7NQqos5gdvEGg5OEs96u_4aVvWVrRHALCqyqrd3g/s400/image+watermark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350911760425917618" style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 181px; " /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-25254096718430460232009-06-22T23:15:00.006+08:002009-07-01T18:18:52.831+08:00L O V E without condition - hugs<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Last December I was in Melbourne. Almost every moment possible was spent site seeing. Near a train station was this young lady with a poster '</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">free hugs</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'. Just like the rest of the crowd, like a tourist I stood and stare and thought why would she?...</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...She's so brave...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...A great idea...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...I want a hug...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...I'll give her a hug...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...She's spreading </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">love</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...Random acts of </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">love</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I went up to her and just gave her a hug and *after all I was a tourist* took a picture with her.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I walked away happy....never wanting to ask her why. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Why was not important, but what was... </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">is L O V E without condition</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">** make me wonder...when was the last time i didn't think...just gave love unconditionally to a 'stranger'?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that's the thing. i think...that's why it stops me from showing kindness at times. i care about how i would look and how i would be perceived. don't ask for it, just give. don't wait just give. As weird and 'hippy ish' she looked at that street corner, I felt good after that. That buzz that made me feel like skipping along to me next tourist attraction.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When was the last time you gave love for no reason but to just </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">spread love</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tBNpwAoFhymS9xIfYqaqpP6T0hdHmdGY4ODki2yVVM7Qb7XLbnRfeChze3cJ_0PNAN3GGV9A21G_QeyO9_4JxzCw5GRhvfZLTDP3YEeGTs4GyqnpyuxKRZS91rGioRwdlpqlAHkmBrE/s1600-h/DSC_0534.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7tBNpwAoFhymS9xIfYqaqpP6T0hdHmdGY4ODki2yVVM7Qb7XLbnRfeChze3cJ_0PNAN3GGV9A21G_QeyO9_4JxzCw5GRhvfZLTDP3YEeGTs4GyqnpyuxKRZS91rGioRwdlpqlAHkmBrE/s400/DSC_0534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350174135715054818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /></span></span></a></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Entry related to a previous post</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> - '</span></span><a href="http://melorhidayah.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-acts-of-love.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Random acts of love.</span></span></a></span></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-27254516376711298962009-06-16T09:16:00.005+08:002009-06-16T09:26:33.564+08:00Rubys' Story<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am deeply saddened and moved by Rubys' story. A friends mother that has dedicated her life to serving others. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her daughter Janet, started a </span></span><a href="http://howisruby.blogspot.com"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">blog</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> to update everyone on her mothers condition. The following two entries are from her blog</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(71, 75, 78); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://www.blogblog.com/snapshot/bg-header1_left.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; padding-bottom: 2px; font-size: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; color: rgb(196, 102, 59); background-position: 100% 100%; "><a href="http://howisruby.blogspot.com/2009/06/funeral-details.html" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(196, 102, 59); ">Funeral details</a></h3><div class="post-header-line-1"></div><div class="post-body entry-content">MONDAY 15TH & TUESDAY 16TH JUNE, 10am - 10pm.<br />Come pay your last respects at <br />Nirvana Memorial Centre<br />No. 1 Jalan 1/116A,<br />Off Jalan Sungai Besi<br />57100 Kuala Lumpur<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDf3XfYhXtD0oQhAMDp1bXYlmPF8u_Q2ULnriP2mTvqUVOaZOvtn8rlmGpi4gnQv7-_3iawy7TEpJyankBANVNNbp2OVPv2cW-UrUM91Mw51gowNJJc-ogsoBFhe4aa5wJxb4SwDHt3IPU/s1600-h/map.jpg" style="color: rgb(221, 101, 153); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDf3XfYhXtD0oQhAMDp1bXYlmPF8u_Q2ULnriP2mTvqUVOaZOvtn8rlmGpi4gnQv7-_3iawy7TEpJyankBANVNNbp2OVPv2cW-UrUM91Mw51gowNJJc-ogsoBFhe4aa5wJxb4SwDHt3IPU/s400/map.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347191551585633282" style="float: left; cursor: pointer; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(227, 228, 228); border-right-color: rgb(227, 228, 228); border-bottom-color: rgb(227, 228, 228); border-left-color: rgb(227, 228, 228); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-position: initial initial; " /></a><br />There will be a special service at the wake on Tuesday 16th June at 8pm.<br /><br />WEDNESDAY 17TH JUNE.<br />The church service will be conducted at mom's favourite church, the one where she got married. It's next to Dataran Merdeka, there should be ample parking in the basement car park of Dataran.<br /><br />Date : Wednesday 17th June<br />Time : 11am<br />Church : St Mary's Anglican Cathedral<br />Jalan Raja (Dataran Merdeka)<br />50050 Kuala Lumpur<br /><br />NO WREATHS PLEASE. Donations to the following organisations in mom's name would be greatly appreciated. Choose your favourite or let us divide it equally, it's completely up to you.<br />• Malaysian Red Crescent Society<br />• Society for the Severely Mentally Handicapped<br />• Hospis Malaysia<br />• MAKNA<br />• Community Support Network<br /><br />Thank you all for your constant and everflowing love, support and prayers. We are very blessed to you in our lives. Deep, deep thanks from all of us.</div><div class="post-body entry-content"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content"><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-image: url(http://www.blogblog.com/snapshot/bg-header1_left.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; padding-bottom: 2px; font-size: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; color: rgb(196, 102, 59); background-position: 100% 100%; "><a href="http://howisruby.blogspot.com/2009/06/mom-has-gracefully-taken-hand-of-god.html" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(196, 102, 59); ">Mom has gracefully taken the hand of God.</a></h3><div class="post-header-line-1"></div><div class="post-body entry-content"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil_Lwhf3oXHCdsnuGBVLi12Wv7FD-xY17Qd7dTylm1IMFgswFdvY33HMOpq9RwdWW0kdt0cytGCCgA5-8Vf1iXrjBz_A2gaiOfGYQy2xB5H7fQFvXI15jOgBnWc3jbKUz0OaZo14da6BFs/s1600-h/DatukRuby_Obituary1.jpg" style="color: rgb(221, 101, 153); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil_Lwhf3oXHCdsnuGBVLi12Wv7FD-xY17Qd7dTylm1IMFgswFdvY33HMOpq9RwdWW0kdt0cytGCCgA5-8Vf1iXrjBz_A2gaiOfGYQy2xB5H7fQFvXI15jOgBnWc3jbKUz0OaZo14da6BFs/s200/DatukRuby_Obituary1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347142331940045010" style="float: left; cursor: pointer; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(227, 228, 228); border-right-color: rgb(227, 228, 228); border-bottom-color: rgb(227, 228, 228); border-left-color: rgb(227, 228, 228); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-position: initial initial; " /></a><br /><br />It was a day filled with laughter. We had said everything we needed to say to her, and we had heard her 'speak' to us as well. All was forgiven, all love was freely expressed without restraint. That was yesterday.<br /><br />So today, we just sat in her room, played music and made jokes. <br /><br />I think that's why she decided that it is ok to leave us. She waited until we were ready. All of us were at home. <br /><br />When she took her last few breaths, we were all by her side. As her heart gradually stopped beating, she was surrounded by loving kisses and tender touches. She gracefully departed with angels by her side, taking the hand of God.<br /><br />What a beautiful, graceful passing. She left us with one final beautiful memory. So typical of her. Every gesture is made with deep love and consideration. That's mom.</div><div class="post-body entry-content"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content">From <a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/6/16/nation/4127310&sec=nation">The Star</a> newspaper today.</div><div class="post-body entry-content"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content"><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content">Ruby Lee - Al Fatihah.</div></div></span></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-35748451343144355822009-05-23T19:00:00.011+08:002009-07-01T20:03:58.771+08:00Laugh and Learn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32KbefCHTD4gxzRKraIj6Hw1ez-csJmR6-zVhNOxhxJY5TqnrQVLCMyjLBMoRfOVDcTRlTal0BS3rSxpS4YTv10wpcjy-zyIjWfWmRXGjGD9lkAFVZb1qtnJiKfVe9Uk45UXPr-8ZdPc/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Accompanying my sister in law with her errands, I sat at the back seat with my nephew in his safety chair next to me. Almost 2 years old, his learning curve is accelerating by the day!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL3OhAcD7yyKv0Kdw9aWBdC4PXPunZeMvSwCMA8dicXihqCaG59HXPzp-d7PwUNbzK2AI957wDhhUTJ_6VrY1-WF8H3YZJcT4-OC44SjEsRxmdeeTfQ1BuyNJqwI0UmVMxJ6uOw_oAwsc/s320/DSC00585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340125272550824034" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I waited in the car with him while my sister went to the bakery. I didn't want Armand </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">to fall asleep cause we had to go to my aunts house. I found his toy and it would entertain him and keep him awake for the rest of the car trip. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">It was a toy dashboard with steering wheel indicators and side mirrors and all. A perfect toy for Armand who loves playing with all the buttons and steering wheel.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I looked for the ON button. I flipped it upside down and was looking for it everywhere. After a minute i gave up and passed it to him</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">"I can't switch it on. but play with this Armand'.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I turned away for a second and next thing i know i heard the sound of a toy engine being switched on. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I looked at him and he just looked at me like it was no big deal. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">"Armand how did you switch it on?!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I looked at the toy again and realized he switched it on by turning the toy ignition key. Smart kid, he watches people drive that's how he knows how to switch it on. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw_E12SNygcwjLFwp2doUff2xRkmIpWUi1ob68o1gYLtfhm_DJ9mq1llKdvuT7cHkD55ESMera_hDDdnLMaRqSSqeQvwg2ivouKhZvkbJ_aYXP8HmMfUuC61EDDwew3yJPw8j3ZL5npNw/s320/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340132366688898498" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">So I tested him.....or was it for him to show his aunt how to switch it on....I tu</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">rned the ignition key...and he just simply turned the ignition key again and the toy switched on.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I laughed at myself</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">.....I was searching for the ON</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> OFF button and my almost 2 year old nephew manage to turn it on. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The older I get doesn't mean I know more! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">**Moral of the story</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">. Its not about age, Armand my 2 year old nephew has alot to teach me.**</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32KbefCHTD4gxzRKraIj6Hw1ez-csJmR6-zVhNOxhxJY5TqnrQVLCMyjLBMoRfOVDcTRlTal0BS3rSxpS4YTv10wpcjy-zyIjWfWmRXGjGD9lkAFVZb1qtnJiKfVe9Uk45UXPr-8ZdPc/s400/DSC00389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340133027226829634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Was looking through my pictures, this is what I found while writing this entry. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">This is Armands' ritual. When we take him anywhere, he will insist on playing in the car for at least 10 minutes. My dad tell us that when ever he switches on his engine everything is on, indicator lights, windshield wipers etc.....Armand was playing with his car the day before. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">When was the last time someone unexpected taught you something new?</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803524958928810159.post-60920424173841974582009-04-07T14:17:00.005+08:002009-04-07T15:08:38.453+08:00nasi lemak bungkus<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />Last published - </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oct 7 2007</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yeah a long looooonnngggg loooooooooooooonnnnnnnggggg time. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Since 2007....i've been mentally blogging or my mind was too busy facing 'real life'.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After a creative night out, i felt energized again - creatively. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bought take away dinner at Kg Baru - N A S I L E M A K A N T A R A B A N G S A</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After eating i noticed my banana leaf. a heart.</span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy7vMy6NOJvCRgKPZeg7FarXs_t-8PYylpIVHz4btJPqXTZgnEz0_P3o_n0tb_aSOZcB1qQyCxWt1WJn0ToFTPCY3nTLvYSyr_Usn_dxK2KNAjAjHFTMJ0CdWhBt_FzSdBAcniUAyMNXY/s320/DSC00446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321831907162677378" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Like p.coelho i too believe in omens. What does this omen mean?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">**I feel like one of those people that found the silhouette of jesus on a potato chip**</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">I think i should just take it as it is. Its a heart. A reminder to always use my heart. To always have<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">passion</span></span> in everything i do.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I will write more. maybe not as intense all the time. more pictures.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>mel*rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11839169974893717121noreply@blogger.com0